Copenhagen
Thursday forenoon we reached Copenhagen, and were met by Eld.
Matteson, who for some months had resided in the city, and who took
us to his home. Here we wound our way up long flights of stairs that
seemed almost interminable. We do not find elevators in the cities of
Europe as in America, though there is quite as much need of them.
In the sixth story we found our friends. They were comfortably and
pleasantly situated, though very high up in the world.
The view from our windows was very fine. Just across the street
were beautiful grounds which had the appearance of an extensive
park or garden. We were somewhat surprised to learn that it was a
cemetery. The tombstones were mostly concealed from view by trees
and shrubbery. Evergreen hedges separated the inclosures, and choice
flowers and shrubs were scattered everywhere. Close by was the large
botanical garden and floral nursery, containing rare trees and shrubs,
and the most beautiful flowers in almost endless variety.
Toward the sea we saw the huge windmills used for grinding grain.
A little to the right is the glistening dome of the Greek church. This
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dome, we are told, is overlaid with gold, and it is customary to adorn
these houses of worship in this manner.
Our first meeting was held on Friday evening, in a little fourth-
story hall close at hand, used for Sabbath meetings by our people.
About thirty-five were present, most of whom had received the truth
through the labors of Brn. Matteson and Brorsen. There were about
a dozen in Copenhagen who had begun to keep the Sabbath, and the
remainder had come in from the adjacent churches.
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