The captured ship sailed down to Copenhagen with greeting to King Frederik that the people of Bornholm had chosen him and his heirs forever to rule over them, on condition that their island was never to be separated from the Danish Crown.  The king in his delight presented them with a fine silver cup, and made Jens Kofoed captain of the island, beside giving him a handsome estate.  He lived thirty-three years after that, the patriarch of his people, and raised a large family of children.  Not a few of his descendants are to-day living in the United States.  In the home of one of them in Brooklyn, New York, is treasured a silver drinking cup which King Frederik gave to the ex-trooper; but it is not the one he sent back with his deputation.  That one is still in the island of Bornholm.

CARL LINNE, KING OF THE FLOWERS

Years ago there grew on the Jonsboda farm in Smaland, Sweden, a linden tree that was known far and wide for its great age and size.  So beautiful and majestic was the tree, and so wide the reach of its spreading branches, that all the countryside called it sacred.  Misfortune was sure to come if any one did it injury.  So thought the people.  It was not strange, then, that the farmer’s boys, when they grew to be learned men and chose a name, should call themselves after the linden.  The peasant folk had no family names in those days.  Sven Carlsson was Sven, the son of Carl; and his son, if his given name were John, would be John Svensson.  So it had always been.  But when a man could make a name for himself out of the big dictionary, that was his right.  The daughter of the Jonsboda farmer married; and her son played in the shadow of the old tree, and grew so fond of it that when he went out to preach he also called himself after it.  Nils Ingemarsson was the name he received in baptism, and to that he added Linnaeus, never dreaming that in doing it he handed down the name and the fame of the friend of his play hours to all coming days.  But it was so; for Parson Nils’ eldest son, Carl Linne, or Linnaeus, became a great man who brought renown to his country and his people by telling them and all the world more than any one had ever known before about the trees and the flowers.  The King knighted him for his services to science, and the people of every land united in acclaiming him the father of botany and the king of the flowers.

They were the first things he learned to love in his baby world.  If he was cross, they had but to lay him on the grass in the garden and put a daisy in his hand, and he would croon happily over it for hours.  He was four years old when his father took him to a wedding in the neighborhood.  The men guests took a tramp over the farm, and in the twilight they sat and rested in the meadow, where the spring flowers grew.  The minister began telling them stories about them; how they all had their own names and what powers for good or ill the apothecary found