The Hartford herald., 1875-10-13

aeW hare the .famiiy ceH' This vision
lasted hut a moment-much less time
than we have taken to describe it-Gry-
phus tlfen proceeded on his way, Corne-
lius was forced to follow him, and five
minutes after he entered his prison, of
which it is unnecessary to say more, as
the reader is already acquainted with it.
Gryphus pointed with his finger to the
bed on which the martyr had suffered so
much, who on that day had rendered his
soul to God. Then, taking up his cresset,
he quilted the cell.
Thus left alone Cornelins threw him>
self on his bed, but he slept not; he
kept his eye fixed on the narrow window,
barred with iron, which looked on the
BuitenhoG and in this way saw from
behind the trees that first pale beam of
light which morning sheds on the earth,
as white mantle.
Now and then during the night. horses
had galloped at a smart pace over the
Buitenhof, the heavy tramp Of the patrols
had resounded from the pavement, and
the slow matches of the arquebuses, far
ing in the east wind, had thrown up at
intervals sudden glare as far as to the
panes of his window.
But when the rising sun began to gid
the coping stones at the gable ends of
the houses, Cornelius, eager to know
whether there was any living creature
abont him, approached the window, and
cast a sad look round the circular yard
before him.
At the end of the yard dark mass,
tinted with dingv blue by the morning
dawn, rose before him, its dark outlines
standing out in contrast to the houses al
ready illuminated by the pale light of
early morning.
Cornelius recognized the gibhet.
On it were suspended two shapeless
trunks, which indeed were no more than
bleeding skeletons
The good people of the Hague had
chopped off the flesh of its victims, but
| faithfully carried the remainder to the
gibbet, to have pretext for double in
scription, written on huge placard, on
which Corne!ius' with the keen sight of
young man of twenty eight, was able
to read the following lines, daubed by the
coarse brush of sign-painter,-
"Here are hanging the great rogue of
the name of John De Witte, and the
little rogue Cornelius De Witte, his
brother, two enemies of the people, but
great friends of the King Of France"
Cornelius uttered cry of horror, and
in the agony Of his frantic terror,
knocked with his hands and feet at his
door 50 violently and continuously, tha,
Gryphus, with his huge bunch of keys
in his hand, ran furiously up to him.
The jailer opened the door, with terri
ble imprecations against the prisoner,
who disturbed him at an hour which
master Gryphus was not accustomed ;c
be aroused.
"Well, now, declare, he is mad, thi;
new De Witte," he cried; but all those
De Whites have the devil in them"
Master, MASTER cried Cornelius
seizing the jailer by the arm and drag
ging him towards the window; master
what have read down there?"
"Where, down thore?'
"On that placard."
And trembling, pale, and gasping fol
breath. he pninted to the gibbet at the
other side of the yard, with the cynic in
scription surmountins it.
Gyrphus broke oIt into laugh.
'EH Eh!' he answered, 80, yor
have read it. Well, my good sir, that,
what people will get for corresponding
with the enemies of His Highuess th'
Prince of Orange"
"The brothers De Witte are mur,
dered," Cornelius muttered, with tn
cold sweat on his brow, and sank on hi
bed, his arms hanging by MS side, anC
his eyes closed.
"The brothers De Witte have beer
judged by the people," said Gryphu;
"you call that murdered, do you? well
| call it executed"
And seeing that the prisoner was no
only quiet, but entirely prostrate an
senseless, lie rushed from the cell, VIC
lently slamming the door, and noisil.
drawing the bolts.
, Recovering his consciousness, Corneliu
found himself alone, and recognized tn
room where he vas,-'the family eel
, as Gryphus had called it-as the fata
; passage leading to ignominIous death.
And as he was philosopher, anc
more than that, as he was a christian
> he began to pray for the soul of his goo
= father. then for that Of the Grand Pen
4 sionary, and at last submitted with re:
t isnation to all the sufferings which Go
f might ordain for him.
, Then turning again to the concerns c
earth. and having satisfied himself tbs
: he was alone in his dungeon, he Dire
e from his breast the three bulbs Of ii
3 black tulip, and concealed them benin