These Vo lkslieds o f o ur fo re fathers I dedicate to the millio n s o f n ativ e bo rn American s wh o are

n ro m an d Dut an s r desce ded f Holl ch ce t y.

GIDEON . TUCK J ER. n t red acco rdin to Act o f o n re s E e g C g s , T f DE ON . CK E R o N Y r b y GI ! U , ew o k , in th e ar 1 8 2 ye 9 , ib rar n o o ss W n In th e offi ce o fth e L ia fC n gre , ashi gto n , D . C . THE TECTOSAGES .

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Who shall sing of the Tectosages , m Sons of arshy Belgian soil , m W Fore ost here the battle rages , ! Seeking conquest , loving spoil ‘

Gaul has seen their roving legions , m Of resistance making ock ,

Occupy her choicest regions,

Settling in fair Languedoc .

‘ No t yet are their wanderings ended , h Down the Danube pour t eir hordes ,

Macedonia , undefended,

ds. Heeds their summons , dreads their swor

Swim they next the deep Bosphorus , m Ti id Asia fears the fray , h d Hears t eir wil , barbaric chorus ,

Yields to their imperious sway . 2

Famed for valorous doings, no man

’ Braves the Belgic lion s whelp , m ’ m Pyrrhus leads the gainst the Ro an, Carthage buys their willin g help

Through dark scenes of blood and pillage ,

Conflict brave and . plunder base ,

n m Rui ed town and s oking village ,

l

Early histo ry m arks their trace .

Theirs is Toulouse , heaped with treasure ,

e Spoils of Asia and Greec ,

Gold and silver beyond measure , Prize of war and pride of peace

o w When her foe his victim swall ed,

t h e And town betrayed and sold, Fearful was the curse that followed

’ To lo s a o On s st len gold .

Sing the tale of the Tectosages ,

n Si gtheir fierce , heroic deeds ,

th e Dimly note we , through ages , Their achievements and their greeds — i — Murder do ng, plunder hoarding , t Long forgot their land of bir h ,

All we know is their marauding,

Carried over half the earth . civi n is STANDING ON THE BROKEN

BRIDGE .

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a The brave B tavians , children of the sea, Long waged their fierce rebellion against

Rome ,

Wild as their tempests , as their waters free , Though bleak and bare the dunes they called their home

’ Once Rome s best soldiers ; all allegiance

spurned , Now their tried arms were ’ gainst her

eagles turned .

Civilis , hater of the foreign yoke , Led forth his countrymen on flood and

field , And oft the po wer of the legl on s broke

And. taught the stubborn Romans first to yield ;

’ Betuwe And, though the ocean rose o er , The b illows Spared the children of the

sea . 5

fl the o Cerealis l His eet C nsul ost, The Meuse the captured Roman galleys

bore ,

Gay with their painted sails , and the great host ! Of armed barbarians lined the further shore

’ To these th e C o nsul s sacred heralds come

To bring Civilis overtures from Rome .

A ’ wooden bridge a sluice s waters spanned ,

They broke it, at the middle of the tide ,

Civilis stood upon the hither end ,

Cerealis And on the farther side ,

And the debate began with earnest tongue ,

o r m i F chains or freedo on ts issue hung .

’ The veil , which History s uplifted hand

Has partly raised, that moment darkly fell . How fared it with Civilis and his land ! No mortal tongue or pen shall ever tell!

Yet, through long , centuries , which inter

vene ,

vi . Ci lis , standing on that bridge, is seen 6

W n d o r ars , waged for co quest , ynasty creed , Have c urs ed men since thei r rec o rds first begin;

o o d d Those nly can be reck ne just indee , l m Fought on beha f of country, ho e and kin

to l Known all peop es , languages and lands ,

o x b ro ken Up n that bridge Civilis stands .

A n co queror rears a statue or a shaft, A am tyrant revels id venal praise,

v The selfish ser itors of force and. craft Their effigies and tro phies vainly raise v m The patriot hero li es fro age to age ,

’ Immortal , glorious, on History s page . AUGUSTUS OARAUSIUS.

IN THE THIRD CENTURY.

'

! h . Watt s De Pe st er. Dedicat e t o is h isto rian , Gen . ! y

Stormy and stron g are the winds that howl

through the British Channel, Rough and threatening the waves that roll

o in the N rthern Ocean , There the Hollander rocks “ like a child in a

cradle , There with the sea and the storm he wages

eternal con flict .

Famed for his courage and skill was the

Carausius Dutch sailor, ,

Baseborn, they said , but young, and of

strength and beauty Godlike ,

N so as u one skillful he , guiding his r dder

midst tempests , None so terribly fierce o n the wet decks of a

sea fight . 8

R m m Au Reigned at o e the E peror, mighty

Maximian gustus , Lord o fthe Western world ! thus spoke he to Carausius Pirates and corsairs trouble the coasts of

u o f Ga l and Britain , Sweep them clean and quiet ; I create thee ”

Th alass 1 arch .

’ For th oer the No r thern Ocean poured the m ships of the Dutch an ,

Swept it clean and quiet , drowned the hosts

of sea robbers , Sailed through the British Seas down to the

Bay of Biscay, m Scourged the Danes and the North en ,

scourged the plundering Bretons .

’ High on Carausius mast there floated the

White - h o rse banner Bright on his shield a Ship seemed sailing lone on the ocean 9

Thus did Caraus ius win the sacred name of Augustus !

E v erywhere over the waters bro o ded the

peace o fAugustus .

From Rome there ‘came the tardy praise and thanks o fth e Senate ; The Empero r gave to the sailo r the title and h o nors of sovereign;

m n Still extant are the edals , beari g the proud

o inscripti ns , Sho wing the l o rd of the seas become the

monarch of Britain .

But the tyrants at Ro me as sudden revoked

their favor, Waged a war with Carausius everywhere in

m o Ar rica , ' to d o Back he hasted Hollan , verthrew

’ R m o o e s legi ns , Defeated on sea and land the Caesar Con i stan t us Chlo rus . 1 0

’ at Alectus Then he died York , struck by

dagger,

and the Then his realm fell to pieces , fierce Romans regained it °

— e Pirates again on the seas , robbery, violenc ,

murder, All attested the loss of the Dutch Augustus i Caraus us . 1 1

FRIESLAND AND ZEELAND .

IN THE NINTH CENTURY.

o fief The Counts of H lland had many a ,

Held of the Kaiser by feudal law , m But Friesland knew no i perial chief,

And free was the sceptre her ruler bore .

The Emperor gave to the roving Danes

d riesl u The lan of F and , witho t a right,

’ But Friesland s sons retook the do mains

And overcame the heathen in fight .

t he And, beside forest of Wanda, naught Of the land of Zeeland the Kaiser held For faith and freedo m the Zeelanders fought

Till Danish rule was at last expelled .

And nowhere was known, since the world

began,

A people stronger or rulers more weak, For in Friesland and Zeeland every m an Might “ think and reason and write and

speak . 1 2

HOWTHE BISHOP SAVED UTRECHT .

1 1 . A. D. 37

’ Utrecht s Bishop deman ded Friesland

an d As his own province , subject liege , Count The o do re did the claimwithstand

And shu t up Utrecht with sudden siege .

Closer and closer the lines were presse d Right Reverend Heribert’ s garrison

quailed,

No t o even his prayers , th ugh he prayed at

his best ,

No r t o n o r fas ings , processi ns relics

availed .

o m fo r a The day had c e the final ssault, The Hollanders massed fo r mounting the

wall ,

o r Unless there be somewhere a falter, fault, Old Utrecht is surely about to fall !

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Spiritual power the victory gains ,

o Banners dro p and the shoutings still , m W 'l Psal ody stifles the ar ike strains , m ’ And his ene ies bow to the Bishop s will .

m The penitent Count is hu bly shriven , Of Utrecht an d Friesland rests Heribert lord ; The realm is saved that devo tio n had given ;

So does the crosier subdue the sword . 1 5

‘ COUNT WILLE M S CRUSADE .

1 1 . A. D. 2 8

Count Willem of Holland hadpio usly vowed To cross his sword with the Paynim afar t m Wi h stalwart yeo en and cavaliers proud , In twelve great ships he sai led for the

war .

Long they tossed on the heaving sea, Those bra ve Dutch sailors who feared

naught,

m an m And a weary was Wille , when he

One day cast anchor in Lisbon port.

0 ! ” , tarry and help cried the Portuguese

King, For th e cursed followers of false Ma hound Have seized Alczar and they force us to bring

A tribute of Christian captives bound . 1 6

t o Down from their vessels , wi h sw rd in hand ,

m o o Alczar The Dutch en leaped, and ret k ,

o d to The slaves were rest re the grateful land ,

And Willem sailed for the dis tant war.

, Then steered he East for the cross to fight , Where the swelli n g flo o ds of the Nile co me

down, Where shone the domes and minarets bright

’ O er the walls of Damietta town .

Girt was that city with lofty towers , Strong and brave were the men within ; The foul fiend summoned his utm o st powers

’ To baffle the Christians attempt to win ;

k Demoniac faces moc from the wall , Sounds as from Hell break the calm of

night , Fiendish enchantments the Christian s ap

al p ,

l z And devi s sei e on the fallen in fight . 1 7

Across the channel was stretched and tied '

n To the opposite bank a great iron chai ,

Below it the good Dutch ships could ride ,

But the upper river they could not gain .

— The chain is severed the to wers fall

’ T was the Haarlem men the attack began;

The Dut chmen clamber the bristling wall ,

’ Twas Haarlem burghers who led the van !

d The turbaned foemen sullenly yiel ,

The suppliant city is at his feet, Impatient Willem lays by his shield

n A d hurries his booty aboard the fleet .

No ! Ho , for our homes by the rthern Sea We have fought the fight and have kept our vows We have proven our faith and our chivalry

r Hasten, and homeward tu n our prows . 1 8

Home they come with their marvellous tales, Tales which a thousand additions e n

hance , Beside Count Willem ’ s crusade pales

The strangest story of old romance .

— And Haarlem—old Haarlem still keeps the day

Whereon that Paynim city was won , An d honors thefallen crusaders wh o lay Where their bones were bleached by the

torrid sun .

W Middelb ur h Then illem, good Willem, to g gave Ach arter which rendered her citizens free

He rests in a blessed and. honored grave God send us others as worthy as he ! 1 9

THE COUNTESS JANE .

A. D. IZ23 .

I tell the tale of a frightful deed, Of a hapless sire by his daughter slain,

’ Slain for a wicked wo man s greed m The terrible cri e of the Countess Jane .

w n m Bald i , E peror , lord of the East ,

E d m the w u scape fro ild B lgarian horde ,

Hoping to find a refuge at least,

o All things lost but his hon r and sword ,

t o Back Flanders returned , to find m His place usurped and his clai s decried ,

Fo r his daughter Jane , with words unkind , d His veryperson an d face enied.

m m o wh o m Sha eless i p ster, ocks the dead f ! Hence to a prison and scaf old she cried , h For he , who was of this state the ead, d In far Bulgarian deserts ied. 20

But Flanders spoke with a single voice , A welcome home to our feudal lord !

an d al o We see our Count, we l rej ice To p ledge to him every loyal sword !

The wicked Countess besought the aid ,

in o Of the K g of France , her thr ne to gain ,

o m And L uis pro ptly the call obeyed , And his knights bro ught back the haugh

ty Jane .

Her husband lies - in the Louvre tower

‘ ’ died b m h d Her father y the heads an s an , The Countess sits in her lonely bower

r l ith u es w . And , , an iron rule , the land

m ' But long as Merit ust yield to Fate ,

o n And l ng as sin brings lasti g shame ,

The bard will sing and - the scribe relate

The terrible crime of the Co untess Jane .

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But, because I am godfather to such a

charming maid, I fain would see and bless her in her bridal robes arrayed;

So , pay me now the visit I so many years

have sought, See Paris and its splendors and the pleasures ” of my court .

They trusted the false monarch he got them in his power He locked them safe in d ungeons in the

famous Louvre tower ,

And vainly did Pope Benedict, with all the

world , protest , Since Philip only answered all remon strance with a jest ;

Philli in a Vlaen So the beauteous p , of the

derlan d the pride ,

Perhaps from long imprisonment, perhaps

by poison, died. 23

THE CIVIL WAR on THE ODDS AND

TH E HOOKS . — 1 1 0. A . D . 300 5 0

o The banquet in the t wn hall had been set, Nobles and citizens together met The feast had reached th e phase of drink

and toast, When some vain lordling made a wanton boast

We nobles eat yo u commoners as we wish .

the You are the bait , and we swallowing fish ! A burgher blurted forth tis very odd The baited hook so often tak es the cod !

o The quick retort aw ke responsive sound ,

And with loud echo went the laugh around .

The names of factions rise from feud or feast, w Some happy ans er, or some sneering jest, And for two centuries in Holland raged

- The war this festive play of words presaged . 24

The commune men deliberately took From their response the vaunting name of

Hook , While those who would a prouder station claim In the Cod found an emblematic name And ere the warfare ended; many a plain Was cursed and cumbered with red “ heaps of

slain . 25

THE BATTLE OF COURTRAI .

1 02. A . D . 3

O fearful was the slaughter at the battle of

Courtrai , When before our Flemish burghers the

knights of France gave way, When was gathered in the harvest of hate

that had been sown, And full revenge was taken on the tyrant

Chatillon .

Thei r Queen against our people maintained

a bitter spite , To her alone belongs the provocation of that fight ; As if she had the purpose our manhood to

arouse ,

She said, Kill me these Flemish boars , and do not spare the sows 26

the When she came to visit Flanders , jewels ,

silks and gold ,

Worn by our dames , revealed to her a mine d of wealth untol , In flamed by ire and jealousy she sneered a royal sneer I thought myself the only Queen ; I see six hundred here ! ”

And Chatillon , our Governor, with our poor

town was wroth , And decreed that every workman from his

wages pay one - fourth And when Philippe commanded that certain

s m good be ade , He punished those who made them for clam

o rl n gto be paid.

Our commune he abolished, and denied our burgher right ; Then good old Pieter Koning roused o ur people to the fight 27

Awake , brave Bruges, haste and seize thy o d targe , and t rch , and bran ,

’ For there s a bloody rISIn g throughout the

Vlaen derlan d

To Courtrai the flower o fFrench chivalry

was sent , — To Courtrai we burghers marched our m o tto Scilt en v rien dt At Courtrai on that July day we slaughter

ed ours them like ,

And hung up, as our trophies,four thousand

gilded spurs.

r o f O pat iot town Bruges , which waited not for Ghent ! Thine was the stern rebuke that to that wicked Queen was sent !

Thy fierce revolt had wakened up but slow . l y through the land,

But when it struck , the blow was dealt as With an iron hand ! 28

Philippe lost all his Barons upon that fate

ful day,

And the Holy Father cursed him , and. the Bishops fell away ; And Courtrai taught a lesson worth the pon dering of a Kin g

Beware how you disturb our hives , for work in g bees can sting !

30

’ Where the crucified Saviour s b ody had lain The Templar Knights were guards of the

tomb ,

th e Till hosts of the Moslem prevailed again , And the C hristian Kingdom sank to its doom For it seemed good in the sight o fthe Lord That the land Should revert to the Infidel

horde .

s m The Templar Knight , fro their Palestine

driven , Brought back their scanty an d shattered bands

i th e o The r prayers p or to their aid had given , The rich had given them manors and lands; And great and wealthy their Order became

And hate and envy attended its fame .

was ff For Europe su ering , and gaunt with ,

despair , With greed and ambition its rulers were

drunk, 31 ’

Its towns were in ruins, its acres were bare ,

And all were in want but the Jew and th e monk

an d So the Pope the King, in the depth of d their nee , d To divide the spoil of the Templars agree .

u Horrible things to their charge were bro ght ,

Sorcery , sodomy , heresies , m Fiendish rites by the de ons taught,

- l s Self abso ution , and bla phemies And Clement an d Philip their conscience ap

peased, By having both Templars and treasure

seized .

Crippled and. crushed , from their torture

den, m With broken joint and disme bered frame ,

men Twisted and racked out of shape of ,

Before the tribunal the Templars came, 32

Revoking what paltry and shameful lies Were wrung from their lips by their ag

ouies .

The sickening tale of their awful doom ,

Dragged by the score to a death of fire , Is told by the scribe of a rare old tome Who saw the last of the Templars expire K m With them died nighthood, its ro ance an d pri de

With them the age of the Crusades died .

When the Grand Master the charges repelled ,

And made to the Holy Father appeal, KingPhilip his manly protest quelled And hastened his fiery fate to seal

The Parliament gardens were wide and. fair ,

And he burned the Master to ashes there .

From the seething flames came a summons

loud , f In the voice of the suf erer, Jacques Molay 33

Ho ff m o d , Ponti the ighty, ho, King the pr u , mm I su on ye both , ere a year pass away ,

m to . For avarice , cruelty , cri e , atone

’ an d w o ! Meet me , ans er, before God s thr ne

’ Then Philip s Sister a n d his wicked Queen

o an d m s B th died , their deaths were a y tery Then the awful shame of his daughters was seen ;

n d m s did The , su denly , Philip hi elf die

’ An d Clement s aban doned co rpse l o n g lay

n i — ere U bur ed; all , a year passed away 34

THE EXILE OF PIETER DU BOlS

FROM GHENT .

A . D . 1386 .

The Duke has pardoned our noble Ghent, He will not fail of his knightly word ' Faith with the to wn is surely meant ;

’

b n o t . Tis won y treaty, and by sword

To Pieter Du Bois thus Atrem an s pake had Gallantly each fought for the town , V ainly , for Ghent must submission make

And the great city was quieted d o wn .

“ For me , said Pieter , I trust him not Pardon is naught but a spoken word ; The Duke our warfare h as not forgo t m Com ons never can trust a lord . 35

man w I am a of but lo ly birth , Freely for Ghent have I risked my

o Dear to me is this sp t of earth ,

o Dearer are freed m , and child , and

o I will g to the Council straight, t My frank reques it will not withstand ,

’ I will ask for an exile s fate ,

For leave to dwell in a foreign land .

a - a n So Pieter s iled to stra ger shore , l Safely escaping with ife and limb ,

His kin, his goods , his fortune he bore ; — But Atreman tarried they murdered him ! 36

THE LORDS OF MAESTRICHT .

1 400. A . D .

The Liege Bishop and the Duke o fBrabant Together have governed our Maestricht

town,

’ 13t Both can be rulers , but one of can t ,

e They have two heads , but th y wear but

one crown .

o For one lord is no l rd ,

And two lords but one lord .

— -r Een heer geen hee , Twen heeren—een heer

When the Bishop is absent, the Duke can

n o t act ,

n Whe the Duke is away, the Bishop is

naught, If perchance the two an agreement have

lacked ,

n (As is often the case! , co fusion is wrought .

38

Ho w ARNOLD BEILING DIED .

1 . 2 4. A D . 4

Brave o ld Arnold Beiling !

My very soul is stirred ,

As I read in ancient story ,

How he kept his plighted word .

The Hooks had been besiegin g

The old Schoonhoven Fort ,

Defended by some nobles , An d some of the baser sort ;

And when at last it yielded , u Tho gh hot from recent strife ,

The nobles spared the nobles,

And granted grace and life .

Chief of the burgher party ,

n ot Arnold, they would spare

The sins of his associates , Arnold alone must bear 39

An d him alone their vengeance

Would of his life deprive , And they passed the dreadful sentence him To bury alive .

Pale , but with resolution, br d He asked for ief elay , m To e brace his friends and kindred ,

Until a certain day.

’ Such the man s faith and courage him That they allowed free ,

For they knew his promise sacred ,

Without a surety .

Upon the day appointed ,

e o B f re the sun was high , m Cal ly returned old Arnold ,

And yielded him to die .

Naught but a simple burgher, t Without a ti led name, Yet where is King or noble But would envy him his fame! 40

THE DAYS OF THE DUKES OF BUR

GUNDY .

14 — A . D . 1 9 1477 .

the a o In d ys of Philip and Charles the B ld ,

a Such extrav gance reigned as cannot be to ld. R N ich were the etherlands , reckless were

they , And their fl aunt o fmagnificence shamed the day

ro fli ate With a p g suite and a crowded court ,

Days given to feastings and nights to sport ,

o with ln w A g rgeous display palace alls ,

w m an d o usts Of je els , and costu es , j and balls , Where a thousand fashions the sovereign

o u w ld set,

u w And co rtiers follo , though crippled with

debt .

11 1 8 m When Philip was sick, and head ust

shave , m An order that all ust be shaven , he gave ,

And five hundred noblemen, little and big,

Employed each a barber, and bought each a.

w1g. 41

It was b o asted that n o o ther ruler c o uld wring

o m his Fr pe o ple an inco me befittin g a Kin g .

Did th e ! Duke visit Paris all Paris , agape , Was crazed o ’ er his costumes and charmed with his shape

o le His h rses , his tab , his equipage fine ,

Co urt ladies decided to be just divine .

’ m o ld He see ed , as by the scribe tis

pressed ,

Of an inexhaustib le treasure possessed .

Ho w did the realm such expenses bear ! Ho w did the comm o ner classes fare ! The pe o ple were labo ring with right go o d wills ; The winds turned the sails of a thousand mills

' Each acre reclaimed fro m the Northern

Sea , was tilled with a patient industry ; And myriads of cattle rich pastures foun d On the wavingfields of the rescued gro und 42

The forges roared and the ship yards rang, And with tireless humming the cloth looms sang ;

A thousand trade ships explored every sea ,

And the land was as busy as it could be . Each burgher good in th e Netherlands

Worked, honest and well , with his head and

hands ,

’ o n - And , living Industry s well earned wage ,

Was a notab le man in that idle Age .

f The rest of Europe was suf ering and sad , u But each D tchman an air of jollity had ,

The rest of Europe was wretched and poor,

’ But plenty sat at each Dutchman s door ; The rest of Europe was ruled by the sword

Of the tyrant King, or the robber lord ; And the plains of Europe scant harvests

could yield , For the peasants were swept to the battle

field ,

(Where knights , clad in armor from heel to

crown, Courageously rode naked yeomen down 43

And whatever the laboring hind might make

The gentry , by right of their birth , might take But the Dutchman was ruled by his equals m and ates , i And. his laws were made by h s own Estates .

o f The rest of Europe had little skill,

For the commons were t aught but to ravage an d kill

m an And man upon heaped unuttered woes ,

- Who no quarrel had with his so called foes .

o f o f The rest Europe knew little art,

’ Of a building plan or a mariner s chart ; While the Dutchman reared church and pal

ace and hall,

n With pi nacle , tower and steeple tall ,

lo ftv Whose arches and porticoes wide , Proved the architect’ s skill and the citizens ’ pride

An d dykes , and bridges , and roads and

canals ,

And high and defiant city walls . 44

With impartial palette the Dutchman could paint

The revel of boor or the rapture of saint, And his matchless pictures will always be found

Wherever the lovers of art abound .

While the rest of Europe was filled with m alar , — The Dutchman remained without fear of harm ;

While t he rest o fEurope was chilled by the

storm ,

’ The Dutchman s houses were dry and warm ;

While the rest of Europe in rags was clad , The D utch man furs and thick woolens had

o f oo d While the rest of Europe was scanty f ,

u m n b The D tch a had plenty, oth cheap and good ;

m o n o an d The Ger an feasted h gs dried geese , The Englishman fattened on tripe and cheese S The paniard swaggered on garlic and bread ,

The Italian upon maccaroni was fed,

46

But the obstinate burghers rarely paid Their taxes unless so me grievance was stayed

o M re independent in their walled towns ,

o Than Philip or Charles , who w re ducal

crown s . Did the prince want cash ! the cash he could

find , The moment some charter or franchise was

signed , And glad were the Dukes to barter such

grants , For means to tide over th eir frequent wants ; And shrewd and wise in their peaceful might l Were the burghers , who cheaper cou d buy

than fight . So dealt they with Philip and Charles the

Bold,

An d won their freedom by patience and gold . 47

HOW BURGUNDY GOT LUXEM

BOURG .

. 1 2. A . D 46

o the S ei n eur Said L uis the King to g Chinay, Yo ur Duke o fBourgogne gives me trouble

each day, In what do es he differ from other lords That he vexes my patience with peevish words m Is he made of other etal , that he Should thus presume with impun ity !

i i o Sa d the Se gneur Chinay to L uis the King , The Duke is a very different thing Fro m the holiday lords who in swarms re sort

’ To your Royal Majesty s gilded court ;

Of another metal he surely is made ,

For of Kings of France he was never afraid .

There was a desperate day , long since ,

c When a French King exiled his son, a Prin e, 48

An d d a certain Duke the exile receive , His cause sustained and his state retrieved m m That Duke could none but y aster be , And that exiled Prince was—Your Majesty !

o The wise King heeded the b ld rebuke , m And Luxe bourg gave to his friend , the

Duke . 49

H GUELDE L C ARLES OF R AND .

. 1 . A D . 500

Old Duke Arnold of Guelderland,

With a palsied tongue and a shaking hand, ’ D Sold to Burgundy s uke his crown ,

But the money agreed on was not paid down . Duke Arnold died without getting the cash Which showed his bargain with Burgundy rash

do flin But Burgundy, g his gauntlets and

helm,

“ Imperial ho mage did for the realm .

r m The usurper, furthe pursuing his ga e ,

uliers m Bought the Berg and J outlawed clai ,

n o t h d And , with a force they could wit stan ,

Subjected the freemen of Guelderland .

'

But soon he lay in a gory bed, And his daughter Mary reigned in his stead

m all o ld And Mary confir ed the charters ,

For love of the people , or gift of their gold , 50

And new ones granted to town and state , h That t eir vested rights might never abate .

But Mary fell from her horse and died , So fell the Burgundy p o wer and pride

An d “ Philip was Count of Holland, and he

o Als would Duke of Guelderland be .

u f Old D ke Arnold a grandson had le t,

o f m d Who his dukedo appeare bereft ,

But, brave as a lion and shrewd as a fox,

r Cha les Van Egmond dealt in hard knocks , t m Or in subtle craf , as the case might de and m And soon he was aster of Guelderland .

Sad to think of the maimed and dead ,

so s o Of the blood freely , uselessly shed Sad to picture the ruin and waste

o f ff The works labor and art e aced , The b urning town and the murderous field

who The besieged, slowly to famine yield, the The war on the helpless , deeds of shame , Which heroes denom'inate glory and fame The eye grows dim and the heart beats with i pa n ,

In reviewing these horrors over again . 51

m And all these iseries , losses and fears ,

The land endured for full fifty years .

‘ Little of mercy had Charles , be sure ,

o m o o For starving peasant and h eless b r, For power and rank in that hapless time

r an d m . Were the prizes of cruelty , c aft cri e

w o f m an d n So , ith the aid French en Da e

He m e n reddened full any a battl plai ,

’ t o fo r he o Wi h his people s bl od , what c uld call — His ri ghts th o ugh they had n o rights at l a l.

At Amsterdam ’ s gates his banners flew

an d e And seas rivers his cruisers kn w,

o n d m On cea and lan he ade equal war,

’ th e n n m Gainst Spa ish ki gand the e peror,

Fo r o ( Philip the C unt, in his turn , was dead , And Carlos reigned in his father ’ s stead

o o wn Friesland he t ok with his good sword ,

o n d him And Gr eningen ack owle ged lord , h And Friedric , Bishop of Utrecht, his friend ,

an d o d Both carnal s piritual aid c ul lend . 52

so Next, being by popular feeling backed , t i The Hague he captured and err bly sacked , And Charles Van Egm ond o fGuelderlan d h u Was t e n . p pop lar idol throughout the la d But Holland aroused when the Hague was

burned , d And swiftly and sternly the tide had turne ,

o ilS . s o And Charles was so s on of his p bereft, That he had nothing but Guelderland left Yet half a ! cen tury wasted in war Had given him never a hurt n or a scar

His people , praying that war would cease ,

n d m De ied his e ands and insisted on peace , And Guelderl and was not slow to refuse

o As a ruler the King of France to cho se . Lost were his conquests and fallen his pride

And with broken heart the veteran died . n Lo g has his name , or alive or dead,

Been dreaded because of the blood he shed ,

o Yet Charles , on behalf of Guelderland , br ke The detested weight of a fo reign yoke And m any a monarch with lesser claims m The pen of History a hero na es .

54

Soft and blithe is her singing, For how can she read his fate !

Know the curse of his power, Grieve that it is so great Foresee the time when his reason k Under the load shall have sun ,

Till he flee from human contact, To die the death of a monk !

Not In the thoughts of the watcher

Such dark fancies abide,

- But her woman love for an infant, And her Austrian princess ’ pride And in the summer breezes

Sews she , and sings with glee ,

Proud that the boy in the cradle ,

Master of millions must be . 55

THE X T SI TEEN H CENTURY DELUGE .

1 . A . D . 524

In the days that we now call the Middle Ages

h o v er few -s , . , T ere were no philos phers y_ sage

But plenty of clericals , soldiers and lords ,

o — Plenty astr logers all of them frauds .

o o b e There were hor sc pes cast, and really

lieved in, — Prophecies uttered to be deceived in;

People then credited all they were told, Needless to say that they o ften got sold ; And the strangest deception the histories own t u D As the Six eenth Cent ry eluge is known .

m Stefller A much learned Dutch an, by name ,

m o Sho uld be handed down to im rtal fame . By investigation this man had found

r n That the human race would again be d ow ed, 56

In the year , as revealed by his magic lore ,

- Of fifteen hundred and twenty four .

That the world its peril might un derstand The announcement was made known to every

land, And all were advised to be wise and wary

For the flood would be due in February. Nor did he fail‘ of a calculation To account for the frightful precipitation

. o r A c njunction of Jupiter, Saturn and Ma s

c o u t Would be the aper cut by the stars , — In the Sign of the Fishes the very quarter

To which you would look for plenty of water .

Throughout the Low Countries spread great alarm What should men do to be saved from harm! Many proposed bad acquaintance to drop

i b m And etake themselves to so e steeple top ,

- Others began long deferred repenting, m While others gave themselves to la entin g . Husbands rejoice d that their wives could not 1 s w m,

n to o fo r And wi ves said , drowni g is good him ! 57

And the veryfew wh o expressed a doubt

By sneers and reproaches were put to ro ut .

m k Yet so e there were , unli e the rest,

h in Who , having some cash they wis ed to

vest,

o o And in the delusi n taking no st ck ,

Set coolly to work to shear the whole flo ck . m For the ass were ready and eager to sell . m And sellers ca e seeking the buyers , pell

mell ,

the l m ad Till whole p opu ation, with terror ,

Sold out at dead loss almost all they had .

Up went the cost of tarpaulin clothes, And the price of salted pro v1 s1 0n s rose ;

Boat builders came into great demand, And were eagerly sought for o n every han d

' And eve ry craft that could sa il or swim

Wa t e s engaged for passengers up to h brim. Even a savage with a rude canoe

Would have been welcomed with much ado. 58

A revival of knowledge the epoch marks ,

For men rediscovered how to build arks .

’ One , who d determined he would not drown ,

Was a wealthy burgher of Amsterdam town ,

One Vandervoort, whose yacht was so great That he was considered p ro o f against fate ; So filled with comforts and luxuries rare ’ l That Noah s ark cou d in nothing compare .

January slowly glided along , On e could purchase a village for a mere son g; r And ca eful observers , watching the sky ,

Remarked that it was unusually dry .

The deluge would come , people said , that

was plain , Fo r the clerk of the weather was storing up

rai n.

th e February arrived ; still sun shone bright, But the po pular agony rose to its height; The churches were crowded; all hastened to

pray ,

the Except boat builders, who worked night

and day . 59

It was hard to decide which engrossed the

most cares, The building of boats o r the saving of prayers ;

the Yet , day by day , as month hurried by,

Perpetual sunshine poured from the sky .

h T at year was a leap year, the calendar

says ,

And the second month h ad twenty - nine days ;

Yet, while all Holland with panic was o c wed,

Not one of the twenty - nine brought forth a cloud ! Not a drop of rain nor a flake of snow

f to Fell rom the skies the earth below ,

Although the conjunction duly took place ,

’ And clouds of dismay were o n Steffler s

face .

’ Twas a blow to the. whole soothsayer race, Who since have been held in deserved dis

grace . 60

the loss, by the deluge which m co e , Was great to many and total to sOme

h av 1 n 1 n ve Sted a For, g in boats and rks , They had nothing now but t hese useless

barks , And multitudes were so wholly bereft That nothing at all but their lives was left ;

But ca d m w t , having es pe fro a a eryfate , a ut m b Like No h , the D ch en could cele rate

62

o Escorted into Ho rn, they fain

Their worthy guest would entertain ,

And long and loud the revel roared, T e hat night, around the g nerous board

d m r Where suppe Commissioner S yte .

n At last, when broke the rosy mor , ’ m And the sun s bea s the town adorn,

' m ter waS— ! Commissioner S y well , drunk

was And so carried to his bunk ,

A tired C o mmissioner Smyter.

That day came manya sn ifflin g saint ’ Gainst other men to make complaint But the Commissioner was deep

In the embrace of a sound sleep ,

So slept Commissioner Smyter.

No sooner did they Smyter rouse e Than there began a fr sh carouse ,

o And the Commissi ner , full and fed,

b ed Went from his table to his ,

So went Commis sioner Smyter. 63“

h his u T en each great burgher took t rn, And gave their guest a chance to learn

’ Ho o rn s t an hospi ality, d he Passed every night in revelry

So did Commissioner Smyter.

And so , for seven mortal days,

o Secluded fr m the common gaze ,

was He to all petitions blind, Nor could the sour complainants find

The lost Commissioner Smyter.

The day arrived when he must leave ,

Whereat the town professed to grieve ,

And one more rousing feast was made . To throw all others in the shade ,

And throw Commissioner Smyter.

Sm ter e When y mounted on his hors ,

s And tore him elf away by force , They really had to stay him up

- To take his parting stirrup cup,

m r So reeled Commissioner S yte . 64

Back to - the Council Smyter went Claimingthat Hoorn did well repent

Such men on pious duties set ,

’ S met uch godly men, he ne er had ,

r Said good Commissioner Smyte .

’ He flat denied to Dirck s own face That a h ere tic was in the place ; And as his story well appeared

was r m l Old Hoorn f o the charges c eared ,

Thanks to Commissioner Smyter. 6 5

H AND C ARLES V. THE SIEGE OF

METZ .

A. D. 1 552.

The is m Kaiser Karl ighty and proud ,

The m sun on his e pire never sets , And his wrath was high and his vow was vowed

To retake the valiant city of Metz .

o Master of Mexic and of Peru ,

m n o f th e s ea Of ountai s treasure beyond , ff m Yet with empty co ers . he hu bly drew

A loan from Cosmo de Medici .

S plendid and strong , his warlike array

’ d to Had marched , at the Emperor s wor , seize

o n The t wn which s ug by its towers lay ,

f s e Where flew the flag of the Duke o Gui . 66

o f And now at the end seventy days ,

h a m With nearly alf of his r y slain ,

o The Kaiser res lves the siege to raise ,

And Metz b reathes freely and safe again .

d ! m o And he efeated of illi ns the lord ,

s Of slaves and subject of every hue , m With broken ar y and broken sword,

Brave Metz has broken his spirit too .

W They say his ords are sullen and few , That his glance is vague and his brain for

gets , That his family m adness came to view

s S M At his luckle s iege of the city of etz .

They say he intends a las t retreat Fro m a world who se greatness is dross and dust That he may his daily prayers repeat

And sing his anthems at lone St . Just . 67

VIVENT LES GUEUx 1

(Hurrah fo r th e B eggars

1 A.D. 566 .

Kuitemb er In g palace the revel was high, The Lord Breden ro de gave banquet that

night,

And what rank could furnish , or treasure could buy Shone brilliant and proud beneath flo o d

ings of light .

And crowds of the reckless young nobles

were there , Who squandered their rentals on tables

of chance ,

’ a o f And graybe rds , who lived an old age

despair , Since fo rtune o u' graybeards lo o ks ever

askance . 68

n in And some were i solvent , and all were

debt,

o m R S e hated the egent , some hated the

law , An d some upon change and disturbance

were set, m And all were discordant, i patient and

s o re .

Their “ Noble ’ s Petition to Margaret had prayed

o k That w rship be free from the axe , sta e and cord

' But ar aret R a M g the egent her answer del yed , d And while she debate , they revelled and roared;

o n 0 Then up rose a sp kesma ; , have ye not learned What words to the Regent Count Barlai

mont said ,

When she our petition half welcomed , half

spurned, And at its bold language blushed sudden l ' y red ,

70

THE THRE E ORANGES .

1 1 6 4 . A . D . 568 7

m Willia the Silent was hero and sage ,

h o f The ope of his people , the stay the

State ,

o And , far in advance of his big ted age , His tolerance s tamped him deservedly great; m The fa e of story , the praises of song ,

To the martyr prince as of right belong .

' Oran e was Maurice of g selfish and fierce ,

o In youth ver gay, but in age severe , No plea for pity his bosom could p ierce

n He k ew no mercy , and felt no fear

’ ’ His vices he vailed neath Religion s hood,

’ An d he stained his name with Barneveldt s

blo od . 7 1

e o f Fr derick Henry, the third the race ,

’ The second of William s sons who ruled ,

’ fo r an d Had ne er a thought but power place , And his people alternately bullied and

fooled . o Thus the great her shall live in his fame , With his sons ’ ill d eeds remembered with

shame . 72

THE R ESCUE OF LEYDEN.

A . D . 1574.

Five m onths the cruel Spaniards lay

’ Beleaguering Leyden s wall , m Within , grim fa ine held its sway ,

’ Portending Leyden s fall . m Long since , upon our first alar ,

We swore to never yield ,

While a single famin e - wasted a rm

Could any weapon wield .

Starvation was our - direst foe fl No esh . no fish , no corn

And weakness checked each earnest blow,

And made defense forlorn .

v e d Though e ery house with d ad was fille ,

And every street ran blood ,

wh o - The most died were hunger killed , d ! ” Their last wor s , Give us food 73

Our loved ones starved before o ur eyes

Parent, and child, and wife

M wh o ore hapless from hunger dies ,

Than he who falls in strife .

Still no relief all hope we lose ,

When , in these desperate straits , Our carrier pigeonsbring us news From the C o uncil of the States

The dykes are cut, and on the flood Two hundred vessels ride

To bring you men, and arms , and food, ” They wait but wind and tide .

- Still blew the bitter North east gale ,

And, adverse , swept the coast , We could discern n o r mast nor sail

Of the relieving host .

Hour after hour that wind prevailed

East to North - east its range m m It see ed our pro ised hope had failed , We ne ’ er should see it change 74

! d At last the vane has veered aroun , m And with tre endous roar , High surging o ’ er the level ground

’ The ocean s waters pour .

u The sea, as tho gh in haste and wrath , m Sweeps onward in its ight ,

’ O erb ears the Spaniards in its path Or scatters them in flight

And, riding on the crested wave , A cloud of ships we see

a Press onward , Leyden town to s ve

In its extremity .

Close to our walls their course is stayed ,

There moor they, safe and free ,

For Leyden is an island made ,

Girt with a boundless sea . Leyden is saved ! the rescuing hosts

Can best the tale relate , How like we were to pallid ghosts

’ Who opened Leyden s gate . 75

PHILIPS SOLILOQUY ON HIS

BROTHER.

A . D. 1578 .

n Of England you would be Ki g , Don And fancied yo u could betray me !

t Do n But I will punish your plot ing,

For the spy and poisoner obey m e .

’ ’ To m England s queen you ve ade love , Don

John, Yo ur ambition from duty wanders

o And her royal fav r to move , Don John Y o u have o ffered her Spanish Flanders !

’ e d A skillful ag nt I ll sen , Don J ohn,

Wh o o f will a brother bereave me ,

en d Do n And bring your plots to an , d m So perish all who eceive e . 76

SONG OF THE ARTISANS OF

ANTWE RP .

1 . 0. A D. 58

Free artisans we , who no master own , f We sa ely dwell in our guarded town ,

We kneel at the foot of no earthly throne ,

’ And tremble before no tyrant s fro wn . Our walls are kept with good watch and

ward ,

’ Our schepens patrol any riot would quell , And our traine d battalions of burgher guard

Are ro used at the tap o fthe stadt huis bell .

’

- Our craft guilds settle our labor s price , That an equal stipend each wo rkman m ay

draw ,

’ r The young wo k under the elders advice ,

And our hours of labor are fixed by law .

78

N THE SPA ISH SOLDIER .

(Fro m t h e Span ish

1 GTH CENTURY.

Long S hall the page of history tell of the Spanish invader

r N Of Nethe land cities the scourge , of ether land coffers the raider ; m If Philip delay y pay, he does not forbid

me to plunder, And to leave these rebels their wealth Would

be a palpable blunder .

W0 - to the high walled city, when we under take the leaguer;

Wo to the rich , fat burghers , if the s poil be scant and meager m When wo en and children are shrieking, m o and men for ercy are r aring , As over the ruined ramparts our disciplin ed phalanx is pourin g ! 79

mm Our captain, Alva , co anding, this stub

born people subduing , Calls each Spanish soldier to rise and be ao tive and doing ;

To every Dutchman a foe , to every Dutch

lass a lover,

thrh st an d With a sword ready for one, a

kiss and embrace for the other . 80

F THE FLESHERS O ANTWERP .

' 1 A . D . 584.

Peaceful feed at Bergen twice ten thousand

cattle , While fro m Antwerp rises fierce the din of

battle , Ruddy runs the Scheldt with the stains of

slaughter, Parma’ s Spaniards never give nor ask for quarter !

S Peaceful feed the oxen, low their cuds a

chewing, While around the town the devil ’ s work is

doing , Where each Antwerp artisan is a brave de d fen er ,

o en o t Rich men flee , but po r men dar to sur

render . 8 l

’ Peaceful feed the oxen , mid the thyme and

daisy, Mid the growing grasses waxing fat and

lazy, While their city owners loudly are out

S k po en , AS the burgomaster urged the dykes be

broken .

Wh “ k ; y brea down the dykes, why

o sea in m tion, Flooding Bergen past ures with the rushing ocean ! All our fattening beeves will for food be

needed,

’ fleshers And the protest, shall it be unheed ed

’ Strong are Antwerp s walls , brave are

’ Antwerp s freemen ,

’ We have need of neither Z eelan d s fleet nor seamen 82

On our go o d roast viands well our troops

are faring , And these starving Spaniards must ” despairing .

th e S Evil was hour when , uch advice , pre

vailing ,

Saved the dykes, but filled the proud old town with wailing; Antwerp now has fallen—more ’ s the shame and pity ! And proud Parma lords it over field and

city . 83

R THE T AGEDY AT DELFT .

n t i n f (Assas s i a o o William of Oran ge . !

4 A . D. 1 58 .

m n In the Museu at the Hague , is see

fi re - arm An ancient , with two bullets nigh ,

Y o u . m ! ask, what may these rusty relics ean

! And the custodian, reverent, makes reply

n o f m These were the age ts an awful cri e ,

The tale whereof endureth through all time .

Armed with this weapon, Balthazar Gerard,

’ With Philip s ducats heavy in his purse,

o urn e ed to o m J y Delft fr Burgundy afar,

’ To earn his title to a nation s curse;

m e And hid hi self b side a certain wall,

Where the grand staircase leaves the din e

in ghall. 84

A ringing shot, a fall, a rush , a scream ,

aim has The deadly charge with fatal sped, Slow trickles down the steps a crimson ,

stream , William of Orange slumbers with the dead! These are the bullets through his heart th at

passed, When Philip gained his mean revenge at

last .

The title o fa martyr he m ay claim

o m r Fr oyal rank and title saved by fate ,

’ d l o Uncrowned he ied, and eft a patri t s m na e , AS the first citizen of a free state

m m en d His fa e shall flourish until ti e shall , His people ’ s leader and his people ’ s friend!

86

“ m Now Philip , plotting har to all the world , An d much enraged by many a sore defeat

’ Since Holland s flag was on the seas uh furled R esolved upon a great and startling feat,

e m And caused to be prepar d a ighty fleet,

o fm Calling his soldiers out any lands , Who at the Spanish ports should quickly m eet , And sail for Albion ’ s cliffs and Holland ’ s

sands .

The o ld world gave him myriads o fbrave

m en , ff The new world filled his co ers with her gold,

m o f For Spain was istress the Indies then ,

o her o Her sail rs skillful and s ldiers bold , Her Ships equipped with all that they could h old Of provender and engines o ffierce war Churchmen had blessed and soothsayers foretold

’ A crowning victory for Philip s star. 87

o w N Genoa was the centre of exchange , An d Philip kept his moneys there in store h For , as his varying purposes did c ange ,

n b y Fra ce , Flanders , Italy , turns he tore , Upheaving Euro pe to its very core

fo r With civil wars; and convenience , there

d were wh eth er His ready fun s , less or more

’ An d m m so, it chanced, the erchant Gresha s

were .

At Cadiz gathered crowds of Spanish craft The news thro ugh Europe ran with ready fame ; Then Gresham drew on Genoa a draft m For all the gold his balances could clai , Which drained the banks and thwarted ’ Philip s game , For the King’ s drafts most pitifully fared m m Six months elapsed before his oney ca e , d And Holland for the struggle was prepare . 88

QUEEN ELIZABETH ARRAIGNED .

1 A . D . 588 .

And now has Queen Elizabeth

Again broke out in rage ,

t o S Unbecoming her tation , And indecent at her age Of course ’ tis her misfortune

That she is growing old , But surely ’ tis her own fault

e That she b comes a scold .

She sent her lover, Leicester m With pro ise of support, m He brought us many po pous airs , B ut n othing else he brought

Besure , he had some soldiers ,

But they did the foe no hurt, For they had the alternative

rv . To sta e , or to desert 89

Of the Irish that she sent us

Sh e wanted to be rid, An d her swaggering En glish footmen No service to us did

o f And her earls , and lords, and knights ,

o m Our people sore c plain , d For they idled, and they revelle ,

n And they sold our tow s to Spain .

And all the while Her Majesty,

o m Our freed to betray,

With Philip and with Parma , Has been treating day by day

But all her secret plottings, m With these congenial ates ,

Thanks to our careful watchings ,

Have been known to our Estates .

No w everything, with blasphemy,

And imprecations high, This Queen has the audacity To publicly deny 90

All Europe has her faithlessness

an d Most clearly seen felt, And her boisterous tongue could never

Deceive old Barneveldt .

n a d Our envoys , sent to E gl n , Her abuse has never spared;

No w the m n great Armada , co i g ,

Finds her but half prepared.

For us , our ships are ready

th e o o And bide appr aching h st,

h er ueen l S And, careless of q y pite ,

Will guard our Ho lland coast . 9 1

THE SURRENDER OF DEVENTER .

1 1 . A. D . 59

It was old Herman Vandenberg , tipsy and

vain,

Who held Deventer for Philip of Spain, An d swore that while he a weapon could

wield, He never to Maurice the city would yield; Yet theCity of Deventer

In ten days did surrender .

For the Spaniard’ s distrust and the Dutch men’ s hate Had placed traitor Herman in desperate strait;

The one his fidelity loudly accused, And to yield to the other he sternly refused; Yet the City of Deventer

In ten days did surrender. 92

In the breach of the wall, by day and

night,

Just able to stand on his legs and fight ,

a lass With g in one hand , in the other

sword, As brave as a lion an d drunk as a lord; Yet the City of Deventer

In ten days did surrender .

m And when Vorst Maurice his ines had sunk , m The town surrendered , with old Her an drunk; His vaunts and his threatenings were held in

disdain,

And Deventer became a Dutch town again . For the City of Dev enter

In ten days did surrender .

94

F THE BATTLE O TIEL .

1 0. A . D . 6 0

V m orst Maurice arched across Brabant , The Cardinal Archduke to taunt ! Eight hundred men he took along;

The King’s troops were two thousand strong , m — Victors on any a hard fought plain,

Veterans of many a long campaign .

In Brabant , on the heath of Tiel ,

’ With the Archduke s force we crossed our steel;

Soon , mute in death , their bravest lie , m And the re ainder wildly fly ,

Spaniards , Italians , Walloons , all ,

Before our onset flee o r fall .

Though swift did the survivors run , We captured nearly every one 9 5

Five hundred prisoners in a row , The value of our victory Show; Vorst Maurice wro te to the Archduke For he was apt with sword or pen

m o There co es report of your c mmands ,

To spare no lives of rebel bands , And I must know if this be true

That I may do as you will do . No wo rd the Archduke deigned reply ;

Vorst Maurice bade his prisoners die .

Then we prepared five hundred graves , And ropes to hang five hundred knaves ;

But, in the hour they deemed their last, ! Lo came a courier, speeding fast,

And letters to Vorst Maurice brought , Wherein was the reply he sought !

No such an order have I made , Nor on my soul such sin have laid; 9 6

I pray you , then to ransom hold r You prisoners , till I send the gold; And let us now a compact make

That both will quarter give and take .

n So Brabant , ruined , plu dered , poor, Must o n e exaction more endure m And ust a heavy ransom give , For those who on her Vitals live ; But since that day the war has been w More orthy brave and Christian men .

98

‘f do o f ma I Strike , g a Dutch n , that nsolent flag; ‘ Each oflicer promptly prepare him to die

’ Your sailors to s lave in our galleys we ll drag

’ A broadside was Sturdy old Kl aaszo o n s

reply .

two o m He fought l ng sum er days , one

against five ,

’ was Till every one living wounded, on

board ,

m en f l And scarce half a score of his le t a ive , And none but he able to wield pike or

sword .

S The good ship is inking , my brave fellows

all,

S Our last gun is ilenced, and struck our last blo w; m Let us fire our agazine , rather than fall In the hands of a hated and triumphing foe ! ” 99

r o m A faint chee replied fr the slippery deck ,

’ Where mangled forms quivere d in death s agony — Klaaszo o n seized a match and the stagger ing wreck In fragments was strewn o n the waves of

the sea .

m o Forever reme bered, bel ved and revered , Shall our brave old Admiral ’ s memory be His name and his fate to his land are eu

deared , For he died that the land which he loved might be free ! 1 00

DISCOVERY OF THE NIEUW NEDER

LAND BY HENDRICK HUDSON .

1 . A . D . 609

o ld O , brave Hendrick Hudson bold ex plo rer of the North ! Through seas beset by storm an d ice he

b o traveled ack and f rth .

’ Seeking abroad the fame an d gain o ne s

c ountry oft denies ,

He to a foreign land had brought his Skill

and ente rprise . At the rich port o fAmsterdam the En glish m an arrived Where every risk was ventured and every

venture thrived . Brave o ld Hendrick Hudson!

Our war with cruel Spain, which cost such floods of bloo d and tears

Had been suspended by a truce , to last a

dozen years ,

1 02

c all Then , in his sau y little craft , he skirted

the shore , And lo o ked upon an empire no man had found before ;

As far u

as , Henlopen and May he vent red to

the South ,

' And then returning entered a bro ad ri v er at its m o uth He traced the mighty Hudso n fromits sour s e ces to the a, An d while its Stately current runs his name

shall honored be . Brave old Hendrick Huds o n!

to Then hail Hendrick Hudson , the merry

o ld - sea dog ,

c m o m o r tide fro m Who never blen hed fro st r , m tempest or fro fog , A mariner who trimmedhis sails and took

o his glass of gr g, An da capital go o d trencherman at provender and pro g ;

e m As brave and tru a sea an as ever kept a log, An d a discoverer who has set old Euro pe all agog! Brave o ld Hendrick Hudson! 1 03

R N THE B OW ISTS IN HOLLAND .

— A . D. 1 604 1 620.

o —R m S me English Brownists obinson , S ith ,

o n Johns n and Ai sworth , and some others

o w m m Set themselves d n in A sterda ,

c And scar e behaved like Christian brothers .

A separatist church they framed,

r o n e An absolutely f esh and new , m Which , most co placently they claimed ,

o o . Sh uld be the s le correct and true one .

But, falling together by the ears , They passed their time in strife and wrang

ling, And scandalized o ur peaceful Dutch With shameful quarrelling and j angling; 1 04

For on his brother and his sire m m Johnson laid exco unication ,

to l And doomed them eterna fire ,

With requisite vituperatio n .

o o Ainsw rth to J hnson did the same , m With all for alities required ,

o Johns n the favor quick returned,

With a pro mptness that was much admired . Vainly our preachers s o ught to Stay m m The fearful war a ong the raging , And vainly to our guests did pray

’ They d cease the co mbat they were waging .

So that their church was scattered; then

m n ew S ith took a idea surprising,

Became an Anabaptist , and m — Deter ined upon self baptizing . His conscience could n o t fix on one

To dip him , so , with all disgusted , He plunged into a pond alone

AS though no ne but himself he trusted .

106

THE ENGLISH PURITANS

LEYDEN!

1 . . 620 A . D

These Brownist English ex11es who to our

v cOm e town ha e , Who censure all t h e rest of us and deem

m u the selves so p re , With c Oun ten an c es lengthy and with utter

an ces m glu , Have m o re peculiar notions than our peo

ple can endure .

Because o f their Refo rmed faith we gave

o al them c rdi cheer , m And welco ed every Puritan as fellow ,

n guest and frie d , But ere they had s ojourned with us a quarter o f a year,

We saw that thei r fault - fin din gs were truly

without end . 1 07

They are scandalized extremely by the music an d the dance In which o ur youth and children take an d innocent elight, With direful exclamations and sour lo o ks askan ce They turn away in pio us indign atio n fro m

the sight .

m And they appear, oreover , very much dis satisfied With the way in which we Hollanders ob serve the Sabbath day;

And religious toleration , every honest Dutch m ’ an s pride , Is a heresy which they renounce with hor

ror and dismay .

’ So , tis with joy that we have learned they have permission asked N d To settle in Nieuw e erland , to enjoy

their own belief, Fo r to keep our patience with them we have

been sorely tasked, And their departure hence will be a gen

eral relief. 1 08

THE FIELD OF TURNIPS .

1 2 . A . D . 6 8

A refugee at the Hague was dwelling K ing of Bohemia,

Welcome enough to the people , quiet and

fairly respected ,

But restless and ill - content with the peace

ful life of a citizen,

o Cr wnless , idle and wearing out tedious

days of exile .

Light lay the fog on the fields , fit for a hunt

n ing mor ing, When to the open country passed the King

and his hunters ,

Down through the even roadways , bordered

by trees and hedges ,

Leaving behind the city , with all its busi

ness and bustle .

1 1 0

Surely , unwilling am I to invade the lands of

a freeman . Sacred to every one Should be the fruit of

his labor .

e o Back , through the ev n roadways , b rdered

with trees and hedges ,

o m Wend they their h eward steps , the royal huntin g processio n;

m n in o f Back to his hired ansio , the depths

the city ,

o s dis co mfited Tr t the king, cursing all Dutch m en and turnips .

E Anywhere else in urope , the peasant would

have been punished , In France he would be sent fo r life to toil in

the galleys , And in England his carcase would by the

do gs be eaten ! In Holland he and his turnips thrived ’ neath

’ the law s pro tection . 1 1 1

LUCIFER

“ (Th e o rigin al o ft h e po em o f Paradis e Lost .

1 40. A . D . 6

o V ndell, the Dutchman , the first of all ,

’ Wrote the tale of th e angels fall; m m Noble his yth and sacred the the e ,

Faultless and lofty his measured verse , m And Sin and Death , in his pious drea , m ’ Descend upon Man as the De on s curse .

m n Then, by the English a , Milton , was sung

- m o o - The self sa e s ng in a w rld wide tongue , And so entrancing the story proved

n m That Paradise Lost is a household a e ,

men to And its faith were strongly moved ,

And the grand romance a creed became .

Thus it may chance that a modest word

IS - Softly uttered and little heard

o n It may to an unkn w speech belong, With purp o rt at first obscurely caught;

n o an d o Yet its repetitio be b ld str ng ,

fu o And worlds be filled with an aw l th ught . 1 1 2

LO RD KEEPE RFINCH AT THE

H AGUE .

. 1 41 . A D . 6

n An E glish lord is an exile here ,

Escaped from ho me in a panic of fear .

Well for him that he quickly sped , For a brief delay would have cost his head

He managed from London by night to steal ,

’ B ut he left behind him the King s Great

SeaL

an d Tyrant knave in the day of his power ,

r m He fell f o greatness in one brief hour ,

’ o d Of Parliament s anger he took g o heed ,

And never stayed to demur or plead .

him o His pride will gall , and p verty pinch

The exiled Englishman , Lord Keeper Finch .

THE PEACE OF MUNSTER.

A . D . 1 648 .

The embassies at last have m et

o The h pe of peace at last appears , Their con ference m ay terminate

Our long fierce war of eighty years .

Each blow we strike for native land

Our native land the m o re endears ;

n Against the tyrant Spain we sta d ,

A o S we have st od for eighty years .

Each man clings to his native soil ,

o Its very name with j y he hears , But few endure the pain and to il

u Thro ghout a war of eighty years . 1 1 5

o On bl ody field and blazing town ,

’ ’ n Me s agony and women s tears ,

’ We ve seen the weary suns go do wn

Throughout a war of eighty years .

Of all these awful years of fight ,

’ We ve paid them back the lon g arrears; m m With freedo , unity and ight , m ! We triu ph , after eighty years 1 1 6

DUTCH TOLERATION IN THE SEVEN

TRENTE CENTURY .

m To A sterdam , on one occasion, came

its Two foreigners , attracted by fame , m Florentine erchants they, and strangers

there , In search of merchandise unique and rare ;

Their errand was to purchase works of art,

Whereof that town the workshop was , and

mart .

e No sooner had th y rested at their inn , m Than forth they hied , i patient to begin , And see those artists whose extended fame Had reached the distant land from which they came ;

o f And they agreed that , first all , they wished

d r ri To call upon the painter Van e g s t .

1 1 8

With clanging bells the hour for ’ Change

arrives , The Italians scamper for their very lives ; r Breathless they reach thei inn, the door

they bar, m And tre blingly expect approaching war ,

Fo r o m , in a town where five religi ns eet , ” “ d There must , say they , be bloo shed in the street !

S They list in vain for ounds of fight or fear , Then draw the casement and With ! caution

peer .

o In the br ad streets , vast , busy crowds are

seen , With friendly gestures and a peaceful mien; The strangers view the scene with deep sur i pr se ,

Nor find it easy to believe their eyes .

R u to et rned home , their tale with wonders

fraught , Divided in terest with the go o ds they brought ;

1 20

MADAME .

1 A . D . 670.

Born in a palace , reared near a throne ,

Beautiful beyond everything known ,

Sh Graceful and gentle , laughing yet y,

Conquering all with her melting eye ,

m et In her England and France had ,

M . adame of Orleans , fair Henriette

What though “ Monsieur be haughty and

chill,

o f ! Morose of temper , infirm will The King himself had royally deigned To extend to Madame ” a love unfeigned n And all night long , as the courtiers k ow,

They strolled in the woods of Fontainebleau .

1 22

Base Lorraine the poison co uld send ” his o To avenge Monsieur l rd and friend , And the trembling monarch did not dare To lay the crime of his brother bare ;

’ Tis hid , with thousands of guilty things ,

n d In the dark archives of Courts a Kings . 1 23

HOW LOUIS XIV. INVADED HOLLAND .

1 . . 6 2 A D . 7

A prey to emotio ns bitter and dark

his Gran d Mon ar ue He mused in palace , the q Not all the delights of his peerless court Could drive from memory the galling thought That the feeble fo lk of a petty State Had checked his ambition and changed his

fate . And His Christian Majesty ’ s anger was lit

At the merest mention of John De Witt ,

And, with an outburst of rage , he would

dwell ,

On the harsh treaty of Aix la Chapelle .

And scarce had the ink on that parchment d ried,

o m di lomats Scarce to their h es had the p hied , When Louis imagined that Ho lland may

Be as promptly conquered as Franche Comte . 1 24

From end to end of his martial realm He summoned the hosts which should over whelm

The foes who had thwarted his policy , And drive the Hollan ders into the sea!

m n Horsemen,artillery , foot e , were they ,

m . All drilled by the drill aster , Martinet

Easy for Louis to Euro pe to Show

What an absolute Kin g in his realm can do ,

B ut Charles of England,by Parliament tied ,

Was subsidy - seeking on every side !

The best of his fleet,by Dutch enterprise , Was burned in the Thames before his eyes

m his So,his wants un et , and pride unhealed ,

u When Lo is for his assistance appealed ,

Charles took the new ally , to vex the old, And their bond of friendship was gold

French gold .

c Gold , for ontrolling the English Court , For with it can lords and courtiers be bought;

1 26

m All gaily the French en crossed our frontier ,

In S gallant array , in the pring of the year; s Such train of cannon, an army so great

Had never in Europe invaded a S tate .

’ The selected troo ps of the King s household m Shone brilliant in cri son, and white , and gold;

an tassin mous uetaire And f , light horse and q , w And body guard, French and S itzer, were

” there ;

And their marshals , the first in France were they

V . auban , and Turenne , and the great Conde

Town after town soon succumbed to its fate , m Yielded sub ission and opened its gate , Captains were routed and captains were bought With never a serious battle fought; An d Yssel and Utrecht and Guelderland Lay prostrate beneath the invaders ’ hand 1 27

While greatly the panic an d disco nten t

o n n ew To the Orange facti courage lent ,

n o in e o n And their partisa s sh uted ev ry t w ,

“ Put Oran ge up an d put De Witts do wn !

Stain ed is the record an d dark the page

’ Which tells o fthat faction sviolent rage ;

rev ersed in o The law was that desperate h ur ,

z And , selfish and reckless , they sei ed on

power . o Both John and C rnelis De Witt had died ,

’ Enshrined in the Fatherland s lo ve an d pride ; As patriot freemen they met their fates ;

m m s And Willia , fro the reluctant Estate

o r i The c veted Stadtholde ship could wr ng,

And be , in all but the title , a King.

R e Meanwhile De uyt r, in fierce , long fight , Had put the war fleets of b o th Kings f light , And dealt a stern and terrific rebuke To the insolence of the English Duke; 1 28

While the Channel was swept, as in days of

yore , And each Dutch ship nailed a broom to the fore !

Our rich laden India fleet , home bound,

At the Texel anchored, all safe and sound . Though few and weak on the land we may be The Hollanders still were lords of the sea!

But how Should our city escape the blow Aimed by her quickly approaching foe! e That city, Amsterdam , centr of trade , Where the wealth of the world was stored and laid !

an d The first chiefest in Europe was she ,

The queen of the arts and of industry . Not higher did the Roman pulses beat

’ f Thras men e s A ter Lake y dire defeat,

Than the Dutch resolve at that moment rose , When ’ twixt submission and exile they

chose .

1 30

Already Leyden and Delft were submerged,

’ And the waves o er the lowlands swirled an d

surged,

When Louis , who came so blithely in May , him Made haste in July to betake away , m And sought his grand palace of Saint Ger ain , Right glad in his heart to be there again;

o Leaving his army in sad je pardy,

Chased and beset by the fast rising sea ,

a s Their c mp under water , their finery soiled,

All their campaign and. their unifo rms

spoiled .

m Ere his Paris Arch of Triu ph was done ,

All had been lost that King Louis had won ,

An d the burning a village , or sacking a farm ,

mu Swan n erdam Or rdering children , at , e Were all the further xploits in that war ,

Which over our borders retreated afar .

Gran d Mon ar ue And as , in his palace , the q

Was nursing his anger , bitter and dark, Turenne was surrendering each Holland town

To the burgher folk who obey no crown . 1 31

THE DYING WORDS OF CO RNELIS

DE WITT .

A . D . 1 673 .

e Seren in his torments , Cornelis De Witt Recited the sentiments Horace hath writ

w u Not the ild r sh of the popular will ,

n Not the a ger of kings , that can kill ,

’ No t h the strong hurricane s howl and das ,

’ Not the gleam of the lightning- s flash t Can shake that man who, resolved and jus , ” Has in uprightness reposed his trust .

And Holland remembered the sayin g when

She needed devoted and resolute men . 1 32

A GLASS TO DE RUYTER.

1 . A . D . 673

A glass to the memory of Tromp the bold And a glass to the bold De Ruyter

Since the Vikings roam ed the Channel o f

old ,

has u n There been no s ch galla t fighter.

Should we strike to the flag of the English kin g ! Should we cringe to the Stuart’ s pre tension !

No , rather to sea, and encounter the fleet Which he built with the French king’ s pension !

a All str nded and fired upon the shore ,

’ S m King Charles hips are consu ing,

While one by one , with an impotent roar ,

Their abandoned cannon are booming .

SHAFTESBURY IN LONDON AND IN

AMSTERDAM . — 1 1 . N N A. . 6 3 . LO DO D 7

r The Earl of Shaftesbu y arose , wearing his

robes and wig, o L rd Chancellor of England , none in Par

liamen t so big, An d freely forth upon the Dutch his noble

censure poured , And vented all the enmity with which his

mind was stored .

“ These Hollanders , quoth he , I rate the common enemy — Of all divine - right governments o f every monarchy Especially o ur English realm they rival and

annoy, Delen da est Carthage I we must the Dutch destroy ! 1 35 — 1 2. 2. AMSTE RDAM A. D . 68

in The Earl has fallen disgrace , has fled

from kin and home ,

' And to our town of Amsterdam , an exile, he

has come . He asks o ur city to protect a helpless

refugee , And begs us not to render him unto his

enemy .

Let all his errors be forgot , and let him

here abide , And let us S how that toleran ce which is our

’ natio n s pride .

m e He is welco e to our peaceful town , wher hostile steps ne ’ er come

Nay , hang his portrait on the wall, beneath the stadthuis dome 1 36

BALTHAZAR BE KKE R’ S “ WORLD E NCHANTED .

. 1 A . 694 D .

When witchcraft n onsense was in greatest credit

“ o m o dee l And Satan s s rceries st p v dreaded ,

(Set forth , at direful length , with brief

apology,

“ e o By James of England , in his D m nology When each beheld his neighbor with sus

icio n p ,

Lest he might prove an agent of perdition , And all with superstitious dread were

haunted ,

“ Balthazar Bekker wrote his Wo rld E u ” chanted .

m an o f He was a letters, and of station , A minister of the Dutch Reformed per suasion ; No t polished nor refined by art or nature Ugly as Belzebub in form and feature

1 38

His volume was declared to faith opposed

And Bekker by his synod was deposed . e m r L ngthyit is , and writ in tireso e p ose ,

Pedantic was the author and. verbose , But that he dared condemn the witch craft craze Commends his name more enlighten ed

days . 1 39

BAAS PIETER IN HOLLAND .

D. 1 69 . A. 7

Czar Peter of Russia to Saardam came

n o t Not as an idler, as a King ,

But as an artisan , learning a trade ,

Sh To work in the shipyard , the op and the

forge, To learn how vessels are builded and sailed

o To learn how ir n is hammered and cast, m To learn how spars and rigging are trim ed ,

o To learn how c rdage is twisted and wove ,

an d To learn how sails are shifted spread ,

To learn how rudders are worked and hung ,

To learn how compass and sextant are used ,

- To learn how cargo es are loaded and

shipped, To learn h o w Holland has drawn her

wealth,

An d floated her flagupon every sea . 140

t This brawny man wi h the keen blue eye , m The giant hand and the iron fra e ,

’ Wo m Labored each day for the rk an s wage ,

o o P red ver books at the noonday hour ,

’ R o m o h ested at night on a w rk an s c uc , m And , when the Sunday holiday ca e ,

l o . Kept, with his fe lows , a wild car use

and Not disguising his station rank , But sharing freely the artisan ’ s life

to his m Known co rades as Pieter de Baas ,

Always their equal in wo rkshop o r games .

So did he compass the knowledge he sought . d to m Parte he thence , return to his real ,

o d an m an d To f un E pire shapen a State ,

n a To civilize wanderi g and sav ge hordes ,

o m m en S ften the anners and habits of ,

! o Build up a power col ssal in height ,

m R o f And ake his ussia the terror earth .

142

And his young Princes all were in the grave , And pro fligate corruption cursed his Court ;

! Louvois was gone to France , though fierce

and brave , Each coming day still fresh reverses

brought .

n n e n fo e And Holla d was his u rel nti g , Eugene and Marlborough had served her

well , Never had inso lence been brought so low

Nor history had such swift revenge to tell .

en Hen sius And now , to P sioner , in the gloom

was Of evening, at the Hague , the name brought ‘

Of one who waited in b is ante - room

’ u Twas Torcy , who an interview had so ght.

His armies lost, and squandered all his

wealth , Louis was seized with overpowerin g

r f ight , 143

V And Torcy, leaving scared ersailles by

stealth, Had crossed the frontiers secretly by

night ,

“ TO beg peace from the Burgher Ma n o f State

Once spurned, insulted, placid through out all To crave forgetfulness for pride and hate Did ever a Grand Monarch hav e such fall

1 47

THE ONE—MAN POWER IN NEW

AMSTERDAM .

1 . A . D . 1 64

In the go od days of o ld New Yo rk m Her freedom was no sha ,

For freedom - loving were the Dutch Who built New Amsterdam

- - And when , in sixteen forty one ,

u An l dian war broke out, The people clamored to elect h Their Schepens and their Sc out .

At first the Dutch Director, Kieft,

(Who was Governor, or Mayor, !

By the better element controlled,

Refused their earnest prayer . Such and so resolute the men

da Who lived here in that y, That straightway they determined

o N further tax to pay . e n o When Kieft perceiv d way to win ,

By force , or craft , or wit,

- He laid his one man power aside ,

And h astened to submit . And the freemen of New Amsterdam “ w ” Elected their T elve Men, As the immemorial usage

In the Netherlands had been .

And that first City Council,

Which was chosen in that way ,

IS a pattern for self - government

Down to the present day . Long the Director strove for power

And to put the people down,

“ ” “ Men Yet Eight Men , then Nine ,

Were chosen from the town .

An arbitrary one - man power

The Dutch would not concede , And their patriot example With us should strongly plead

1 50

HOW THE YANKEES TRADED

THE DELAWARE .

1 4 A . D . 6 2.

man One Lamberton , New Haven , Contrived the Dutch some harm He was a godly Puritan

As ever sang a psalm .

A vessel full of Yankee goods

- h e To the Delaware sent, — For the glory o fthe Lord and his

Own special betterment .

And when the valiant Willem Kieft , t The Du ch Director here , fi Advised him not to traf c there, But somewhere else to steer

Because the great South River was

By Dutchmen long possessed ,

Who would not brook a rival , Though they ’ d welcome any guest 1 5 1

n The captai , Herrick , swore to do

AS i our D rector bade , m And to make ere friendly visit ,

With no intent to trade .

B ut when he reached the Delaware

’ He landed at Hog s Creek,

n And havi g broken cargo ,

Began for trade to seek .

The Yankees made the red man drunk,

And bought his pelts and skins, him They gave little wampum , but him They told of his sins .

Predestination and free will,

Foreknowledge and free grace , him They preached to , and made him

Dumbfounded for a space .

While he was told his sins were great, His income proved but Small

He got a stock of doctrine , But t hat was almost all . 1 52

e Th ir exhortations puzzled him , m Their hy ns were loud and long , And the benighted savage sold

His peltries for a song .

And now in wrath the Dutch came down , t And scattered store and pos , And brought this Herrick and his furs

To the North River coast .

Next caught they pious Lamberton

The author of the raid , And fined him the amount of all

The profits he had made .

These went their way, declaring They ne ver had seen such An irreligious people As they found these Holland Dutch

1 54

THE CAPTURE OF NIEUW AMSTER

DAM .

1 6 0. A . D . 9

It was in the month of August

S S - In ixteen ixty four, Four mighty ships of war appeared

' Ofl Staaten Island shore . The hateful flag of England w ’ Fle from their Admiral s mast ,

- And their cannon, from the port holes ,

” Sent forth a thunderous blast .

- Then from each tile roofed dwelling ,

S And from each narrow treet,

Came pouring forth our people , To view the stranger fleet ;

S The hopman left his counter,

The wife her kitchen fire , And the children left their playgroun d

To tremble and admire . 1 55

The Kings throughout old Europe

Had sworn to sheathe the sword , Though well the Dutch Republic knew

Ho w faithless is their word . The Kings throughout Old Europe Have never ceased to hate The freedom and the tolerance

Of the Batavian State .

And Charles , the King of England ,

Was hired by the French , And Louis of France was plotting Europe with blood to drench

“

And to the Duke , his brother,

(Who now has lost his crown , ! The reckless Charles had g1ven

Our colony and town .

Ours was a prosperous settlement O ur s tadt huis has the proofs

o Nearly two thousand pe ple , Nearly five hundred roofs 1 56

n And , on a Sunday after oon , t Gay was the fes ive scene , ’ Neath the walls of old Fort Amsterdam

And on the Bowling Green .

Our trials and our trium phs Had made us proud and free

Our town school was already taught, And We loved liberty And ’ round our hearths brave tales were

When evening fires were lit, Of Civilis and of Barneveldt

And Grotius and De Witt.

But the Dutch West India Company

Had played the tyrant here , And had denied the equal rights To freeborn men so dear ;

And Stuyvesant , their governor ,

His privilege abused , To enforce the laws and taxes

Which freeborn men refused .

1 58

Upon our homes and families ,

Now here without defense , Your harmless volleys would invite Revengeful violence !

’ r The good ship Gideon lies ast eam , And a determined band Will leave these forfeited domains

' An d Sail for Fatherland ! Those who remain have seen their rights

Denied and reft away, And need now fear no harsher rule ” Beneath the English sway !

The Governor looked to seaward, k At the ships of the English Du e ,

He looked upon his people, And heard their bold rebuke

Heart- b roken and despairing

An d with an oath and frown,

He dashed away a manly tear,

And hauled his colors down . 1 59

Woe for the flag of Orange ,

’ That had humbled England s pomp,

When from the seas her fleets were driven, By Admiral Van Tromp !

Woe to the sorrowing city, Whose choice could only be

’ ’ Between a foreign con quest And a home tyranny !

And woe , too , to that royal Duke

Who did this treacherous deed, In exile now he eats his bread The lesson all may read ! A quarter o fa century ’ Has since passed o er our town ; l We shall regain our iberties, But never he his crown !

For, to Dutch as well as English , The future is to bring A century of struggles with The Governors of the King ; And when the good time cometh

For kingly rule to fall, We Dutch will stand for liberty With the foremost of them all ! 1 60

N A LEGE D OF HELL GATE .

'

1 . A . D. 675

t e An n e t e A saucy boat was h j Block ,

Periauga- built wits the craft ; She carried at masthead a crowin g cock

And an Orange streamer abaft . Her gay young skipper was Hans van Loon

Wallab o ut h e From the s or he hailed , And all eyes followed his bounding b oat A S up the East River she sailed .

Who was there , among the Breukelen girls ,

as As fair Lisbet van Pelt, With her blooming cheeks and her yellow

curls , And her waist in a wampum belt! W ith her lover, Hans , she fled from her

home ,

’ m th e And they ga ed river s side ,

An n et e Where the j Block , with her streamers

set ,

e Swung on the restl ss tide .

1 62

THE FIRST EMIGRANTS FROM NEW

ENGLAND .

— 1 69 1 . A . D . 2 697

New e Escaped from England , th y flock to

- our shore ,

- All jail worn and wasted, all quaking and sore ; Escaped from the doom of the stake and the cord m Poor victi s of that most lamentable fraud,

Which revels in murder, delusion and cant, Hysteric possessions and clerical rant The shame of the land and reproach of the

time , And fills all New England with horror and crime “ ! Yes , these are the witches The Mathers maintain That Satan at Salem has set up his reign 1 63 W here vicious young women , bewitched, fall

In fits, And fright judge and jurymen out of their Wits ;

W n el hb o rho o d hile malice and envy , and g

hate ,

defi n ed Dragdown the ones , by scores , to

their fate .

’ o dd Tis a crime to be old , to be , to be poor , And to own a black cat will c o nviction ensure ;

’ ’ crime to Tis a crime to have gossips, a have

none , ’ Tis the greatest of crimes stated preach

ing to shun,

to For, woe the reprobate , mighty or small,

’ Who under the ministers cen sure m ay fall !

n Now, here have we you g Philip English

and wife ,

Who left lands and ships , and who fled with

bare life .

A neighbor sued English , and when the suit

failed , On charges of sorcery his sick wife was

jailed . 164

’ At o Bost n , in Arnold s dark prison she lay , And counted the time till the dread trial

day . By some friendly aid to New York th ev

were brought, And find here the refuge and safety they sought

Nathaniel Carey and wife , too , are here

o i The wife was impris ned at Cambr dge , last

year.

Her trial for witchcraft at Salem was set,

’ fled New S r They , and York s kindly, helte

have met !

He has wife and has freedom , and little he

re eks

That his go ods are sequestered in old Mid a ‘

dlesex .

An d to o M Ben o m h er here , , are istress and h c ild , Alleged to have been by the Devil beguiled '

At Hartford once tried, and acquitted, and then

Through clerical outcry imprisoned again .

1 66

Ne w York will receive them ; for welcome

' to all Will b e ever her greeting to great and to small

n she Recalling, as ho ors and favors grants ,

“ ” The witches who came as their first

emigran ts . 1 67

EVACUATION DAY BALLAD .

1 . 25TH NOVEM ER . . 83 B , A D 7

Unmenaced now by Foreign Sword,

’ Fr o But breathing eed m s native Air,

Let us , with patriot Accord,

Meet Washington at Chatham Square .

’ o e He c mes from upp r Hudson s banks ,

—w Through Harlem Heights and Bo werie Let him receive the Heartfelt Thanks

Of those whom he has rendered Free .

P He brings us Rescue, Rest and eace Our long lost Freedom animates ; Comp els King George his War to cease

And recognise our thirteen States .

Our Tyrants hurry to their Ships ; (They ’ d burn the Town if they but durst ! ! With frenzied oaths an d Stuttering lips They leave the land they long have

cursed . 1 68

t Ye Pa riots, now in happy rest, Look from your Realms of Heavenly

Bliss ,

Leister, Van Dam and Zenger, blest To witness such a Day as this

’ We ll fo rm a mighty cavalcade ; Each Son of Liberty be there ; And b eour welcome greetings paid To Washington at Chatham Square

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’ K S fift - At the ing College , in y three , k ’ Bac where its graduates records begin , He was the first to take the degree

Which made him Doctor of Medicine . The street now known as Elizabeth Bounded the farm near the Bo uwerie

e pik , Which fell to the doctor upon the death

i o O . his m ther, Elizabeth Wortendyke

’ Midst his stately elms they ran a street

through ,

His mulberries gave to another its name ,

And the road to his spring , which the whole

town knew,

By time and usage Spring Street became . Near the Spot where the old cathedral

stands ,

his m He ended in peace ortal race , ’ o er And the mighty city swarms the lands ,

’ Which once were old Doctor Tucker s ” place . 1 71

THE OLD BREVOORT FARM.

A 1 00. . D. 8

Brevo o rt A snug little farm was the Old , Where cabbages grew of the choicest sort

u - r u e F ll headed and gene o s , ampl and fat,

- In a queenly way on their stems theysat

And there was boast of their genuine breed,

For fro m Old Utrecht had come their seed .

u These cabbages , made into sa er kraut,

Were the pride of the country round about, An d their flavor was praised at each farmer

e f ast, m the th A ong Stuyvesants , far to e East,

n S u Dela ceys , that in the o th meadows lay, k ’ And Stry ers , perched up at Stryker s Bay .

Brev o orts a The had lived, as the record p

pears,

n O the farm for almost a hundred years . 172

From Brev o o rt in H o llan d at first they m ca e , From that parent village they took their name ; — Whence the head of the family his name was Rip To New Netherlands came in an Amsterdam

ship .

The farm itself was by no means great

’ A S longside the Stuyvesants plendid estate ,

B u t m r its . its pu pkins we e golden , apples d roun , An d buckwheat grew on its upland gro und Fo r a rule of diet the family had

' To eat b uckwheat c akes fro m green - co rn to

shad .

m m D So e ulberries , quinces and ordrecht pears Grew where Grace Church its new steeple rears ;

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Yhu u h - d r saw, just thro g his half opened oo ,

The well- scoured planks of a sanded floor ; And within the cupboard was ran ged on a shelf

- Old fashioned crockery brought from Delft .

’ The roof o er his porch for shade was a boon

In the heat of a summer afternoon .

In front of the Spot where his tulips grew

Ran the road now known as Fourth Aven ue ; E fi Thence a lane to ast River, through elds ‘

of wheat,

It now goes by the name of Eleventh Street . And as the old gentleman sat in his porch He looked down the lane to the Bo uwerie

Church .

To him, thus enjoying his leisure and cheer,

On e e fine afternoon, some surv yors drew near ; He offered a glass of old Holland schn apps u They accepted with thanks, but prod ced

him some maps, 1 75

Which showed that a pro ject was well under way

To open Eleventh Street through , to Broad

way .

an d The red lines blue they duly explained ,

o n e The land this owned , the bounds that one claimed ;

An assessment put here and there an award , To run curb and gutter through garden and

sward .

d ie He listene in pat nce as long as he could,

‘ ’ An d then he remarked he d b e blanked if they should !

m He fought all their aps , and he fought

r o thei rep rts ,

Corporation, surveyors , commissioners , courts ;

He hired his lawyers , well learned in the

The plan s and the proj ects to fragments

they tore . 1 76

Brev o o rt But Uncle , the law suit,

expires , And calmly he sleeps at Mark ’ s with

sires .

The city abandoned the contest at last;

' Heskn e w his r not triumph , his st uggle was past

’ His cab b a e lo t s g p built on, his tulips are

gone , Where his old homestead stood is a palace

of stone . But this of the old Dutchman ’ s pluck we can say

’ E e leventh Str et s not opened through , to this day l

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m d d K n t d — e en 2 t t e e oo . v Page 3 . Wi h h i igh h S

en fth e K n ts were o f an ders te o igh Fl .

T —Th r n f M aes 6 M T . e sov e e t o Page 3 . AES RICH ig y

t richt could o n ly b e exercised b y th e j o in t actio n

h an d u e s s tuat o n av e r se o ft e Bisho p D k . Thi i i g i

t o m an y satirical an d po pular ballads .

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’ n d t ue oui ue le Duc estoit d aultre m et ail po i q , q ,

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“ m m a n t at his a d ess am e o V e . Page 66 . Th f ily c i w

’ —Th e m ero r s m o t er was n san e an d h is o wn E p h i ,

o n t em o rar es e eved h im to av e ee n w en c p i b li h b , h

h e res n ed th e m er a rown at th e a e o f 6 ig i p i l c g 5 ,

h e n en f o ust . an d retired t o t Co v t St . J

” es r b ut as e ar —D Geu n e a e s e ze . Page 69 . Th b gg

Fo r th e s an d o so n er o e m e Page 75 . py p i b y .

’ Th e po iso n in g o f Do n Juan fo llo wed Philip s dis

fh is e ret t reat t za co v ery o s c y wi h Eli b eth .

6 e en s u re o r C t er ean t tadt Page 7 . Sch p E q i i y S g . S

t a huis ! Ci y H ll . — Z B T D . z Page 88 . ! UEEN ELI A E H ARRAIGNE Eli a

beth i n sulted th e D u tch Amb assado rs o n th e v ery

e e o fth e sa n o fth e reat an s rmada v ili g G Sp i h A .

f o rt m er — e I O I u o N a. Th e ut Pag . A G lf h A ic D ch

’ r ters den ed Go sn o ld s al e ed d s o ver in 1 602 w i i l g i c y . 1 79

T I D — ee Page 1 03 . TH E BROWNIS S N HOLLAN S

’ Ne a s sto r o fth e ur t an s art . a t e r I . l Hi y P i , P II , ch p

a e 1 0 erm ss o n s e d to e tt e in N e u P g 7 . P i i A k S l i w ” — Nede r an Th e t ates - en era re used t s a l d. S G l f hi p

at o n b ut th e K n o f n an d t en ave plic i , i g E gl h g

s f r n n d them permissio n t o ail o New E gla .

— is a D F P . s st o r P ge 1 08 . THE FI EL O TURNI S Thi y

r elated b y M ichelet .

1 1 — e a e F M T . Th re e n P g 4. THE PEACE O UNS ER b llio

o f th e N etherl an ds l asted eighty- two ye ars

fro m th e sig n in g o f t h e petit io n fo r Religious

reedo m l oth e ruar 1 6 to th e ac k n o wl F , F b y, 59 ,

edgeme n t o f D ut ch In depen den ce b y th e K in g o f

a n b th e re at fM un r 1 h M a 1 o ste t 6 8 . Sp i y T y , s y, 4

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ean s an d s ster o f ar es o f n an d l i Ch l II . E gl .

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w as t en so e ev ed b ut ate Wr ters as M h b li , l i , .

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o fan n t est n a n flamm at o n i i l i i .

” h en t me n t a e 1 1 . e s o ra e at P g 3 T S i H c h h Writ .

See o ra e o de o o H c , 3 , b k 3 . 1 80

” a 1 2 F red o n th e o re —Th e . e urn n f P g 3 i Up Sh . b i g o

th e E n glish flee t in th e Thames is n o t a favo rite

su e t fo r n s sto r an s bj c E gli h hi i .

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Wereld . — a e 1 8 . T e th e zar so o urn ed P g 3 BAAS PIE ER . Whil C j

at Saardam h e led th e fe o f a o mm o n o r s , li c w k

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h is em o ers an d t o m an o fhis asso ates pl y y ci .

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ei n Afi airs g .

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eo e o f New Y o r in th e t m e o f o v ern o r p pl k , i G

t 1 6 0 r u D. . a o e s e a o . J c b L i l , b A 9

2 ST M TS FR M N Page 1 6 . THE FIR E IGRAN O EW

D —M an erso n s a used o f t ra ENGLAN . y p cc wi chc ft fled in these years from New En glan d t o New

Y o r w ere t e were re e v ed an d ro te ted k , h h y c i p c .

These rem arks are supposed to b e addressed b y

n e Y o r er to an ot er er a s dur n o e N w k h , p h p i g a

a b th e r ver s de o r o n th e atter . w lk y i i , b y

C O N T E N T S .

’ L e en ds o flee z rlan g f N efl e as .

Th e e t o sa es 00 T c g B . C . 3

Civ ilis St an din g on th e Broken Bridge 0 A . D. 7

Augustus Carausius 2 50

Friesl an d an d Z eelan d 850

Ho w th e Bisho p Sav ed Utrecht 1 1 37

’ Coun t Willem s Crusade 1 2 1 8 Th e Co un tessJan e 1 2 2 3

Guy D ampierre an d His D aught er 1 300 — Th e Co ds an d th e Ho o ks 1 300 1 500

Th e Battle o f Co urtrai 1 302 Th e Burn in g Aliv e o f th e K n ights Te mplars 1 3 1 4 Th e Exile o fPet er Du Bo is from Ghen t 1 386

Th e Lo rds o f M aestricht 1 400

H ow A rn o ld Beilin g Died 1 424

Th e Days o fth e D ukes o f Burgun dy 1 425

Ho w Burgun dy got Luxembourg 1 46 2

Charles o f Guelderlan d 1 500

Charles ! uin t in His Cradle 1 500

Th e Sixteen th Cen tury D eluge 1 5 24

Co mmissio n er Smyter at Hoo rn 1 550 1 84

Th e Siege o f M et z

Viv en t les Gueux Th e Three Oran ges

Th e Rescue o f Leyde n

’ Philip s Soliloquy o n His Bro the r So n g o f th e Artisan s o f A n t werp Th e Span ish Soldier Th e Fleshers o fA n twerp Th e Tragedy at D elft

’ Gresh am s D raft o n Gen oa

n E za e Arra n ed ! uee li b th ig .

Th e Surren der o fD ev en t er

’ Philip s Hatred

Th e Battle o f Tiel

’ K laaszo on s Powder M agazi n e

Disco very o fth e Nie uw Nederlan d Th e Brown ists in H o ll an d Th e Puritan s at Leyden

The Field o fTurn ips ” u er th e r n a of arad se L cif , O igi l P i ” Lo st 1 640

Lo rd K eeper Fin ch at th e Hague 1 641

Gro tius 1 645

Th e Peace o f Mun st er 1 648

D ut ch To le ratio n in th e 1 7th Cen t ury 1 650 ” M adam e 1 670

n v aded o an d 1 6 2 How Louis XVI. I H ll 7

Th e Dyin g Words o f Corn elius D ewitt - 1 672