The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-11-03
VOL. l..

the cold stream oil air from the knlle COIL
ing near his neck, but. what a surprise
he felt neither pain nor shock.
He saw no change in the color Of the
sky, and of the world around him.
Then suddenly, Van Baerle felt gentle
hands raising him, and soon stood on his
feet again, although trembling little.
He looked around him. There was
some one by his side, reading large
parchment, sealed with huge seal ofred
wax.
And the same sun, yellow and pale, as it
behoves a Dutch sun to be, was shining in
the skies: and the same grated window
looked down on him, from the Buitenhof.
Aud the same rabble, no longer yelling,
but completely thunderstruck, was staring
at him from the streets below.
Van Baerle began to be sensible to
what was going on around him. His
Highness, William, Prince of Orange,
very likely afraid that Van Baerle's blood
would turn the scale of judgment against
him, had compassiouately taken into
consideration his good character, and the
apparent proofs of his innocence.
His Highness, accordingly, had grant,
ed him his life.
Cornelius at first hoped that the pardon
would be complete, and that he would be
restored to his full liberty and to his flow
er-borders at bort.
But Cornelius was mistaken. To use
an expression Of Madame de Sevigne, who
wrote about the same time, "there was a
postscript to the letter. and the most i'm
portant point of the letter was contained
in the postscript.
In this postscript. William o! Orange,
Stakeholder of Holland, condemned Cor
nelius Van Baerle to imprisonment for
life. lie was not sufficiently guilty to
suffer death, but he was too much so TO
be set at liberty.
Cornelius heard this clause, but, the
first feeling of vexation over. he said to
himself:
"Never mind, all this is not lost yet,
there is come good in this perpetual i'm
prisonment; Rosa will be there, and also
my three bulbs of the black tulip are
there"
But Cornelius forgot that the Seven
Provinces had seven prisons, one for each
aud that the board OF the prisoner is any
where else less expensive than at the
Hague, which is the capital.
His Highness, who, as it seems, did moi
possess the means to feed Van Baerle al
the Hague, sent him to undergo his per-
petual Imprisonment at the fortress Of
LGvestein very near bort, but, alas very
far from it; for LevesIein, as the geogra'
pliers tell us, is situated at the point o
the islet which is formed by the confu'
encc Of til, WAL and tie Mouse, oppo'
site Gcrcum.
Van Baerle was sufficiently yersed ir
the history of his country to know that
the celebrated Grotius was confined in
that castle, after the death of Barneveldte
and that the States, in their generosity Il
the ilIustrious publicist, jurist, historian
poet and divine, had granted to him, fol
his daily maintenance the sum oftwenty
four stivers.
a." said Baerle to himself, u an
worth much less than Grotius, they vii
hardly give me twelve stivers, and ] shal
live miserably: but never mind, at al
events shall live"
Then, suddenly, a terrible though
struck him.
"Ah," he exclaimed, chow damp ant
misty that part Of the country is; and tn
soil so bad for the tulips, and then Ros;
will not be at LGuvestein!"