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'/i-n^<^ OH^'^^^ /y/-^ By EDMONDO DE AMICIS. ©n JBIUe TKHater. 8°, 60 illustrations . . $2.25 Conetantinoplc. 8° $1.50 Siamiou/ £diiian, v/iih 2$ iUustrntions 2.25 IboUanJ) ana its ipeople. 8°, with i8 iUus- tions ...... 2.00 Van Dyke Edition, ■with iniWusixaiions 2.25 Spain anD tbe SpaniarOs. 8°, with n illus- trations ...... 2.00 Saragassa Edition, 8°, with 25 illus- trations . .... 2.25 The illustrated editions of these three books are put up together (in jackets) in a box . . 6.50 StuOica ot iparis. 8° 1.25 Morocco : ITts people anO iplaces. 8°, with 24 illustrations ..... 2.00 jflRlIitarB Xife in lltalg. 8°, with 8 illustra- tions ....... 2.0O Library Edition, 6 vols., 8° (in box) . . lo.oo " I take pleasure in stating that the editions of my works issued by Messrs. G. P. Putnam's Sons have, from the out- set, been published with my authorization, and that the publishers have remitted to me each year the author's share of the proceeds of their sales." Edmondo de Amicis. Turin, Dec. 26, 1890. G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS, New York .\nd London Vandyke Edition Holland and its People * -* -et By Edmondo de Amicis * * ^ TRANSLATED FROM THE ITALIAN BY CAROLINE TILTON miustrateJ) NEW YORK & LONDON ^ G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS ^ '^ -^ COPYRIGHT BY J>. PUTNAM'S SONS 1880 Ube ttnfcfterbocftcr |>t:c80, Iftew Iffor^ Electrotyped, Printed, and Bound by G. P, Putnam's Sons CONTENTS HOLLAND I -^ZEALAND 20 ROTTERDAM 45 DELFT Ill THE HAGUE 147 LEYDEN 240 HAARLEM ......... 263 AMSTERDAM 287 UTRECHT 323 BROEK 338 ZAANDAM 357 ALKMAAR 370 HELDER 387 THE ZUYDER ZEE 405 FRIESLAND 421 GRONINGEN ........ 452 FROM GRONINGEN TO ARNHEM .... 474 ILLUSTRATIONS Harlingen. Frontispiece. Near Amsterdam . ... Windmills for Drawing off Water Environs of Dordrecht — Zealand Looking from the Dyke — Zealand Types and Costumes — Zealand . Hellevoetsluis .... Part of Dordrecht, from the Maas Dordrecht from the Maas A Sketch near Rotterdam Harbor — Rotterdam . The Boompjes — Rotterdam Warehouses — Rotterdam . Ear-Rings — Rotterdam Maid-Servant — Rotterdam The Gate of St. Catherine — Delft A Quiet Canal — Delft Delft Old Gate-way at Delft . A Trekschuit — The Hague Porch of Hotel de Ville — The Hague The Binnenhof— The Hague Bull — From the Painting by Paul Potter Scheveningen On the Dunes — Scheveningen I 7 20 25 3' 38 40 42 45 49 58 60 63 74 III I IS 134 145 147 153 155 108 182 185 Illustrations. PAGE Sketch on Canal between The Hague and Delft 201 Old-Time Winter Scene near The Hague . . 209 scheveningen 239 Sketch on Canal between The Hague and Leyden 240 Old Fort at Leyden, 1574 247 Hotel de Ville, at Leyden 254 Utrecht — Weerdport and the Old Rhein . . 259 Town-Hall — Haarlem 263 Haarlem 266 Haarlem 267 Old Windmill 274 Porch of Hotel de Ville — Haarlem . . . 275 Country Scene— Amsterdam 287 The Amstel Yacht-Club House — Amsterdam . . 291 Amsterdam 293 Tower de Montalban — Amsterdam .... 296 The Old Church — Amsterdam 299 Types — Amsterdam 306 Turf-Making — Amstelveen 313 The Canal — Utrecht 324 The Old Canal — Utrecht 325 Rope Ferry — Broek ... .... 338 A Dutch Beauty 356 The Mouth of the Zaan — Zaandam .... 357 Windmills at Zaandam 359 Type— Zaandam 361 View in Zaandam 367 Porter — Alkmaar 370 Alkmaar 385 A Dutch Skipper 386 Old Mill — Texel Island, Helder .... 387 The Zuyder Zee 405 Fishing Boat — Zuyder Zee 415 The Three Graces 420 The Custom-House and Pier at Harlingen . .421 miustrations. vn Farm-House — Friesland .... Windows of an Old House at Groningen Milkman — Groningen .... Amsterdam Harbor The Market-Place— Arnhem Map of Holland ...... 439 452 455 473 481 484 The publishers desire to express their acknowledgments to Mr. Hugh Thomson for the permission to utilize several clever illustrations originally prepared by him for the Pall Mall Budget. meac. Hmstectiam, IboIIanb. JHOEVEE looks for the first time at a large map of Holland, won- ders ttat a country so constituted can continue to exist. At the first glance, it is difficult to say whether land or water predomi- nates, or whether Holland belongs most to the continent or to the sea. Those bi-oken and com- pressed coasts, those deep bays, those great rivers that, losing the aspect of rivers, seem bringing new seas to the sea ; and that sea, which, changing itself into rivers, pene- IboUant) an& its people. trates the land and breaks it into archipelagoes ; the lakes, the vast morasses, the canals crossing and recrossing each other, all combine to give the idea of a country that may at any moment disintegrate and disappear. Seals and beavers would seem to be its rightful inhabitants ; but since there are men bold enough to live in it, they surely cannot ever sleep in peace. These were my thoughts as I looked for the first time at a map of Holland, and experienced a desire to know something about the formation of so strange a country ; and as that which I learned induced me to write this book, I put it down here, with the hope that it may induce others to read it. What sort of a country Holland is, has been told by many in few words. Napoleon said that it was an alluvion of French rivers — the Rhine, the Scheldt, and the Meuse, — and with this pretext he added it to the empire. One writer has defined it as a sort of transition between land and sea. Another, as an immense crust of earth floating on the water. Others, an annex of the old continent, the China of Europe, the end of the earth and the beginning of the ocean, a measureless raft of mud and sand ; and Philip II. called it the country nearest to hell. But they all agreed upon one point, and all ex- pressed it in the same words : — Holland is a conquest made by man over the sea ; it is an artificial country ; 1bolIan5. the Hollanders made it ; it exists because tte Hol- landers preserve it ; it will vanish "whenever the Hollanders shall abandon it. To comprehend this truth, we must imagine Holland as it was when first inhabited by the first German tribes that wandered away in search of a country. It was almost uninhabitable. There were vast tempestuous lakes, like seas, touching one another ; morass beside morass ; one tract covered with brush- wood after another ; immense forests of pines, oaks, and alders, traversed by herds of wild horses ; and so thick were these forests that tradition says one could travel leagues passing from tree to tree with- out ever putting foot to the ground. The deep bays and gulfs carried into the heart of the country the fury of the northern tempests. Some provinces dis- appeared once every year under the waters of the sea, and were nothing but muddy tracts, neither land nor water, where it was impossible either to walk or to sail. The large rivers, without sufficient inclination to descend to the sea, wandered here and there uncer- tain of their way, and slept in monstrous pools and ponds among the sands of the coasts. It was a sinister place, swept by furious winds, beaten by obstinate rains, veiled in a perpetual fog, where nothing was heard but the roar of the sea, and the voices of wild beasts and birds of the ocean. The first people who had the courage to plant their tents IboUanJ) an& its people. there, had to raise with their own hands dykes of earth to keep out the rivers and the sea, and lived within them like shipwrecked men upon desolate islands, venturing forth at the subsidence of the waters in quest of food in the shape of fish and game, and gathering the eggs of marine birds upon the sand. Caesar, passing by, was the first to name this people. The other Latin historians speak with com- passion and respect of those intrepid barbarians who lived upon a " floating land," exposed to the intem- perance of a cruel sky, and the fury of the mysterious northern sea ; and the imagination pictures the Roman soldiers, who, from the heights of the uttermost cita- dels of the empire, beaten by the waves, contemplated with wonder and pity those wandering tribes upon their desolate land, like a race accursed of heaven. Now, if we remember that such a region has become one of the most fertile, wealthiest, and best regulated of the countries of the world, we shall understand the justice of the saying that Holland is a conquest made by man. But, it must be added, the conquest goes on forever. To explain this fact, to show how the existence of Holland, in spite of the great defensive works con- structed by the inhabitants, demands an incessant and most perilous struggle, it will be enough to touch here and there upon a few of the principal vicissitudes of her physical history, from the time IboUanft. when ter inhabitants had already reduced her to a habitable country. Tradition speaks of a great inundation in Friesland in the sixth century. From that time every gulf, every island, and, it may be said, every city in Hol- land has its catastrophe to record. In thirteen cen- turies, it is recorded that one inundation, besides smaller ones, has occurred every seven years ; and the country being all plain, these inundations were veritable floods. Towards the end of the thirteenth century, the sea destroyed a part of a fertile penin- sula near the mouth of the Ems, and swallowed up more than thirty villages. In the course of the same century, a series of inundations opened an immense chasm in Northern Holland, and formed the Zuyder Zee, causing the death of more than eighty thousand persons. In 1421 a tempest swelled the Meuse, so that in one night the waters overwhelmed seventy- two villages and one hundred thousand inhabitants. In 1532 the sea burst the dykes of Zealand, destroy- ing hundreds of villages, and covering for ever a large tract of country. In 1570 a storm caused another inundation in Zealand ; in the province of Utrecht, Amsterdam was invaded by the waters, and in Friesland twenty thousand people were drowned. Other great inundations took place in the seventeenth century ; two terrible ones at the beginning and the end of the eighteenth ; one in 1825 that desolated North Holland, Friesland, 1bollan& anb its people. Over-Yssel, and Gelderland ; and another great one of the Rhine, in 1855, which invaded Grelder- land and the province of Utrecht, and covered a great part of North Brabant. Besides these great catastrophes, there happened in different centuries innumerable smaller ones, which would have been famous in any other country, and which in Holland are scarcely remembered : like the rising of the Lake of Haarlem, itself the result of an inundation of the sea ; flourishing cities of the Gulf of Zuyder Zee van- ishing under the waters ; the islands of Zealand covered again and again by the sea, and again emer- ging; villages of the coast, from Helder to the mouths of the Meuse, from time to time inundated and destroyed ; and in all these inundations immense loss of life of men and animals. It is plain that miracles of courage, constancy, and industry must have been accomplished by the Hollanders, first in creating and afterwards in preserving such a country. The enemy from which they had to wrest it, was triple : the sea, the lakes, the rivers. They drained the lakes, drove back the sea, and imprisoned the rivers. To drain the lakes the Hollanders pressed the air into their service. The lakes, the marshes, were sur- rounded by dykes, the dykes by canals ; and an army of windmills, putting in motion force-pumps, turned the water into the canals, which carried it off to the rivers and the sea. Thus vast tracts of land buried OS Ibollanb anb its people. under the water, saw the sun, and were transformed, as if by magic, into fertile fields, covered with vil- lages, and intersected by canals and roads. In the seventeenth century, in less than forty years, twenty- six lakes were drained. At the beginning of the present century, in North Holland alone, more than six thousand hectares (or about fifteen thousand acres) were thus redeemed from the waters ; in South Holland, before 1844, twenty- nine thousand hectares; in the whole of Holland, from 1500 to 1858, three hundred and fifty-five thousand hectares. Substituting steam-mills for windmills, in thirty-nine months was completed the great undertaking of the draining of the Lake of Haarlem, which measured forty-four kilometres in circumference, and for ever threatened with its tempests the cities of Haarlem, Amsterdam, and Leyden. And they are now medi- tating the prodigious work of drying up the Zuyder Zee, which embraces an area of more than seven hundred square kilometres. The rivers, another internal enemy, cost no less of labor and sacrifice. Some, like the Rhine, which lost itself in the sands before reaching the sea, had to be channelled and defended at their mouths, against the tides, by formidable sluice gates ; others, like the Meuse, bordered by dykes as powerful as those that were raised against the ocean ; others, turned from their course ; the wandering waters gathered together ; the course of the affluents regu- ■fcollana. lated ; the waters divided witli rigorous measure in order to maintain that enormous mass of liquid in equilibrium, where the slightest inequality might cost a province ; and in this way all the rivers that formerly spread their devastating floods about the country were disciplined into streams and con- strained to do service. But the most tremendous struggle was the battle with the ocean. Holland is in great part lower than the level of the sea; consequently, everywhere that the coast is not defended by sand-banks, it has to be protected by dykes. If these interminable bulwarks of earth, granite, and wood were not there to attest the indomitable courage and perseverance of the Hollanders, it would not be believed that the hand of man could, even in many centuries, have accom- plished such a work. In Zealand alone the dykes extend to a distance of more than four hundred kilo- metres. The western coast of the island of Walche- ren is defended by a dyke, in which it is computed that the expense of construction added to that of preservation, if it were put out at interest, would amount to a sum equal in value to that which the dyke itself would be worth were it made of massive copper. Around the city of Helder, at the northern extremity of IS'orth Holland, extends a dyke ten kilometres long, constructed of masses of Norwegian granite, which descends more than sixty metres into the sea. The whole province of Frieslandj for the lo t)oUan5 an& its IJeopIe. length of eighty-eight kilometres, is defended by three rows of piles sustained by masses of Norwe- gian and German granite. Amsterdam, all the cities of the Zuyder Zee, and all the islands — fragments of vanished lands — which are strung like beads between Friesland and North Holland, are protected by dykes. From the mouths of the Ems to those of the Scheldt Holland is an impenetrable fortress, of whose immense bastions the mills are the towers, the cataracts are the gates, the islands the advanced forts ; and, like a true fortress, it shows to its enemy, the sea, only the tops of its bell-towers and the roofs of its houses, as if in defiance and derision. Holland is a fortress, and her people live as in a fortress, on a war-footing with the sea. An army of engineers, directed by the Minister of the Interior, is spread over the country, and, ordered like an army, continually spy the enemy, watch over the internal waters, foresee the bursting of the dykes, and order and direct the defensive works. The expenses of the war are divided ; one part to the state, one part to the provinces ; every proprietor pays, besides the general imposts, a special impost for the dykes, in proportion to the extent of his lands and their prox- imity to the water. An accidental rupture, an in- advertence, may cause a flood ; the peril is unceasing ; the sentinels are at their posts upon the bulwarks ; at the first assault of the sea, they shout the war-cry, and Holland sends men, material, and money. And 1boIlan&. II even when there is no great battle, a quiet, silent struggle is forever going on. The innumerable mills even in the drained districts, continue to work un- resting, to absorb and turn into the canals the water that falls in rain and that which filters in from the sea. Every day the sluices of the bays and rivers close their gigantic gates against the high tide trying to rush into the heart of the land. The work of strengthening dykes, fortifying sand-banks with plantations, throwing out new dykes where the banks are low, straight as great lances, vibrating in the bosom of the sea, and breaking the first impetus of the wave, is for ever going on. And the sea eter- nally knocks at the river-gates, beats upon the ram- parts, growls on every side her ceaseless menace, lifting her curious waves as if to see the land she counts as hers, piling up banks of sand before the gates to kill the commerce of the cities, for ever gnawing, scratching, digging at the coast ; and failing to overthrow the ramparts upon which she foams and fumes in angry effort, she casts at their feet ships full of the dead, that they may announce to the rebellious country her fury and her strength. In the midst of this great and terrible struggle Holland is transformed : Holland is the land of transformations. A geographical map of that coun- try as it existed eight centuries ago is not recogniza- ble. Transforming the sea, men also are trans formed. The sea^ at some points, drives back the 12 IboUanb anb its people. land : it takes portions from the continent, leaves ttem, and takes them again ; joins islands to the mainland with ropes of sand, as in the case of Zealand ; breaks off bits from the mainland and makes new islands, as in Wieringen ; retires from certain coasts and makes land cities out of what were cites of the sea, as Leeuwarden ; converts vast tracts of plain into archipelagoes of a hundred islets, as Bies- bosch ; separates a city from the land, as Dordrecht ; foi'ms new gulfs two leagues broad, like the Gulf of Dollart ; divides two provinces with a new sea, like North Holland and Friesland. The effect of the in- undations is to cause the level of the sea to rise in some places and to sink in others ; sterile lands are fertilized by the slime of the rivers, fertile lands are changed into deserts of sand. With the transforma- tions of the waters alternate the transformations of labor. Islands are united to continents, like the island of Ameland ; entire provinces are reduced to islands, as North Holland will be by the new canal of Amsterdam, which is to separate it from South Holland ; lakes as large as provinces disappear alto- gether, like the Lake of Beemster ; by the extraction of peat, land is converted into lakes, and these lakes are again transformed into meadows. And thus the country changes its aspect according to the violence of nature or the needs of men. And while one goes over it with the latest map in hand, one may be siire that the map Avill be useless in a few years, because ■ffiJoUanft. 13 even now there are new gulfs in process of formation, tracts of land just ready to be detached from the mainland, and great canals being cut that will carry life to uninhabited districts. But Holland has done more than defend herself against the waters; she has made herself mistress of them, and has used them for her own defence. Should a foreign army invade her territory, she has but to open her dykes and unchain the sea and the rivers, as she did against the Romans, against the Spaniards, against the army of Louis XIV., and defend the land cities with her fleet. Water was the source of her poverty, she has made it the source of wealth. Over the whole country extends an immense network of canals which serve both for the irrigation of the land and as a means of communication. The cities, by means of canals, communi- cate with the sea; canals run from town to town, and from them to vil- lages, which are themselves bound together by these watery ways, and are connected even with the houses scattered over the country ; smaller canals surround the fields and orchards, pastures and 14 IboUant) axib its people. kitchen-gardens, serving at once as boundary wall, hedge, and roadway ; every house is a little port. Ships, boats, rafts move about in all directions as in other places carts and carriages. The canals are the arteries of Holland, and the water her life-blood. But even setting aside the canals, the draining of the lakes, and the defensive works, on every side are seen the traces of marvellous undertakings. The soil, which in other countries is a gift of nature, is in Holland the work of men's hands. Holland draws the greater part of her wealth from commerce ; but before commerce comes the cultivation of the soil; and the soil had to be created. There were sand- banks, interspersed with layers of peat, broad downs swept by the winds, great tracts of barren land apparently condemned to an eternal sterility. The first elements of manufacture, iron and coal, were wanting; there was no wood, because the forests had already been destroyed by tempests when agri- culture began ; there was no stone, there were no metals. Nature, says a Dutch poet, had refused all her gifts to Holland ; the Hollanders had to do every thing in spite of nature. They began by fer- tilizing the sand. In some places they formed a productive soil with earth brought from a distance, as a garden is made ; they spread the silicious dust of the downs over the too watery meadows ; they mixed with the sandy earth the remains of peat taken from the bottoms ; they extracted clay to lend Ibollant). 15 fertility to the surface of their lands ; they labored to break up the sand-banks with the plough ; and thus in a thousand ways, and continually fighting off the menacing waters, they succeeded in bringing Holland to a state of cultivation not inferior to that of more favored regions. That Holland, the sandy, marshy country that the ancients considered all but uninhabitable, now sends out yearly from her con- fines agricultural products to the value of a hundred millions of francs, possesses about one million three hundred thousand head of cattle, and, in proportion to the extent of her territory, may be accounted one of the most populous of European states. It may be easily understood how the physical peculiarities of their country must influence the Dutch people ; and their genius is in perfect har- mony with the character of Holland. It is sufiicient to contemplate the monuments of their great struggle with the sea in order to understand that their dis- tinctive characteristics must be firmness and patience, accompanied by a calm and constant courage. That glorious battle, and the consciousness of owing every thing to their own strength, must have infused and fortified in them a high sense of dignity and an indomitable spirit of liberty and independence. The necessity for a constant struggle, for a continuous labor, and perpetual sacrifices in defence of their exist- ence, forever taking them back to a sense of reality, must have made them a highly practical and economi- i6 Ibollanb an& Its people. cal people ; good sense should be their most salient quality, economy one of their chief virtues ; they must be excellent in all useful arts, sparing of diver- sion, simple even in their greatness ; succeeding in what they undertake, by dint of tenacity and a thoughtful and orderly activity ; more vpise than heroic ; more conservative than creative ; giving no great architects to the edifice of modern thought, but the ablest of workmen, a legion of patient and laborious artisans. And by virtue of these qualities of prudence, phlegmatic activity, and the spirit of conservatism, they are ever advancing, though by slow degrees ; they acquire gradually, but never lose what they have gained ; holding stubbornly to their ancient customs ; preserving almost intact, and de- spite the neighborhood of three great nations, their own originality ; preserving it through every form of government, through foreign invasions, through po- litical and religious wars, and in spite of the im- mense concourse of strangers from every country who are always coming among them ; and I'emaining, in short, of all the northern races, that one which^ though ever advancing in the path of civilization, has kept its antique stamp most clearly. It is enough also to remember its form in order to comprehend that this country of three millions and a half of inhabitants, although bound in so compact a political union, although recognizable among all the other northern peoples by certain traits peculiar IboUanb. 17 to the population of all its provinces, must present a great variety. And so it is in fact. Between Zealand and Holland proper, between Holland and Fries- land, between Friesland and Gelderland, between Groningen and Brabant, in spite of vicinity and so many common ties, there is no less difference than between the more distant provinces of Italy and France : difference of language, costume, and char- acter ; difference of race and of religion. The com- munal regime has impressed an indelible mark upon this people, because in no other country does it so conform to the nature of things. The country is divided into various groups of interests organized in the same manner as the hydraulic system. Whence, association and mutual help against the common enemy, the sea ; but liberty for local insti- tutions and forces. Monarchy has not extinguished the ancient municipal spirit, and this it is that ren- ders impossible a complete fusion of the state, in all the great states that have made the attempt. The great rivers and gulfs are at the same time commer- cial I'oads serving as national bonds between the different provinces, and barriers, which defend old traditions and old customs in each. But however wonderful may be the physical his- tory of Holland, her political history is still more so. The small territory, invaded from the beginning by different tribes of the Germanic races, subjugated by the Romans and the Franks, devastated by the Nor- 1 8 Ibollanb anb its ipeople. mans and by the Danes, desolated by centuries of civil war with all its horrors, this small people of fishermen and traders, saves its civil liberty and its freedom of conscience by a war of eighty years against the formidable monarchy of Philip II., and founds a republic which becomes the ark of salva- tion to the liberties of all the world, the adopted country of science, the Exchange of Europe, the sta- tion for the commerce of the world ; a republic which extends its domination to Java, Sumatra, Hindostan, Ceylon, New Holland, Japan, Brazil, Guiana, the Cape of Grood Hope, the West Indies, and New York ; a republic which vanquishes England on the sea, which resists the united arms of Charles II. and Louis XIV., and which treats on equal terms with the greatest nations, and is, for a time, one of the three Powers that decide the fate of Europe. She is not now the great Holland of the seven- teenth century ; but she is still, after England, the first colonizing State in the world; instead of her ancient greatness, she has tranquil prosperity ; she restricts herself to commerce acquired by agricul- ture ; she retains the substance of the republican regime although she has lost the form ; a family of patriot princes, dear to the people, govern tranquilly in the midst of her liberties, ancient and modern. There is wealth without ostentation, freedom with- out insolence, and there are taxes without poverty. She is, perhaps, of all European states the one where •fcolIanJ). 19 there is most popular education and least corruption of manners. Alone, at the extremity of the conti- nent, occupied with her dykes and her colonies, she enjoys in peace the fruits of her labors, with the comforting conviction that no people in the world have conquered, at the price of greater sacrifices, liberty of conscience and the independence of the state. All these things I revolved in my mind to the stimulation of my curiosity, as at Antwerp one fine summer morning I went on board the ship which was to take me by the way of the Scheldt to Zea land, the most mysterious of the provinces of the Low Countries. Environs o( ffiorbrecbt. Zealanb. I F before I liad made up my mind to go to Holland some professor of geography had stopped me in the street and demanded sud- denly — Where is Zealand? 1 should have remained speech- less ; and I think I am not mis- taken in supposing that numbers of my fellow-citizens to whom the question might be put Avould not easily find an answer. Zealand is a mystery even for the Hollanders themselves ; very few of them have been there, and of these the greater part have only passed through it in a boat ; consequently Zealand). it is seldom spoken of, and always as a very distant country. The first words that I'eached my ears amono; the travellers who came on board the vessel with me, and who were almost all Belgians and Dutch, informed me that they also were about to visit that province for the fii'st time ; we were all, therefore, full of curiosity, and the ship had not left her moorings when we entered into conversation, and (questions whichi no one could answer passed from one to another. The ship sailed at sunrise, and for a time we en- Joyed the spectacle of the steeple of Antwerp Cathe- dral, made out of Mechlin lace, as Napoleon, who was in love with it, used to say ; and after having touched at the foi'tress of Lille and the village of Doel, we came out of Belgium and entered Zealand. At the moment of passing for the first time the frontier of a state, although it is evident that the prospect ^vill not change all at once, every one seems to imagine that it must do so. We all, therefore, stood at the side of the vessel to behold the appari- tion of Zealand. But for a good while our expectations were deluded : nothing was to be seen but the green flat shores of the Scheldt, wide as an arm of the sea, and sprinkled with sand-banks, upon which alighted flocks of screaming sea-gulls ; and the pure, clear sky did not seem the sky of Holland. The ship sailed in between the island of South Beveland and 22 Ibollanb anb its people. that strip of land which forms the left bank of the Scheldt, called Flanders of the States, or Flemish Zealand. The story of this strip of land is very curious. For the stranger entering Holland it is, as it were, the first page of that great epic which is entitled — the battle with the sea. In the middle ages there was nothing here but a vast gulf with a few scattered islets. In the beginning of the sixteenth century this gulf no longer existed ; four hundred years of slow and patient labor had changed it into a fertile plain defended by dykes, intersected by canals, and populated with villages, under the name of Flemish Zealand. When the war of independence broke out, the inhabitants of Flemish Zealand, rather than give it up to the Spaniards, cut their dykes, let in the sea, and, destroying in one day the labor of four centuries, made it once more the gulf of the middle ages. The war of independence over, the work of reformation was again commenced, and in three himdred years Flemish Zealand again emerged fi'om the waters, and was restored to the continent, like a daughter that had been dead and was alive again. Flemish Zealand, divided from Belgian Flanders by a double political and religious barrier, and separated from. Holland by the Scheldt, preserves its customs and its faith as they were in the sixteenth century. The traditions of the war with Spain are as speaking and vivid as any event of the day. The soil is fertile, ZealanC. 23 the inhabitants enjoy a more than ordinary pros- perity, they have schools and printing-presses, their manners are severe and simple, and they live peace- ably on their fragment of country, risen from the sea but yesterday, until the day when the sea shall once more claim it for its third burial. A Belgian fellow-passenger, who gave me this information, called my attention to the fact that the inhabitants of Flemish Zealand, when they inundated their country and rose against the Spanish domination, were still Catholics ; consequently the strange cir- cumstance occurred that while they went down into the waters good Catholics, they rose to the surface Protestants. To my great amazement, the ship, instead of con- tinuing to descend the Scheldt skirting the island of South Beveland, when it reached a certain point, entered a narrow canal which cuts that island into two parts and joins the two branches of the river which are made by the island itself. It was the first Dutch canal that I had seen, and the impression was a new one. It is bordered by two lofty dykes which hide the country ; the ship glided along as if it were in ambush and meant to rush out at the other end to somebody's confusion ; and as there was not a boat on the canal nor a living being on the banks, the silence and solitude gave a still more piratical air to the proceeding. Issuing out into the eastern branch of the Scheldt 24 IboUanft an& its people. we were in tlie heart of Zealand. To our right lay the island of Tholen ; to the left, that of North Beveland ; behind, that of South Beveland ; before, that of Schouwen. Except the island of Walcheren, all the principal islands of the mysterious archipel- ago were around us. The mystery lay in the fact that the islands were only to be divined, not seen. To the right and left of the wide river, before and behind our vessel, the straight lines of the dykes lay like green strips upon the waters ; and beyond these strips, here and there, the tops of trees and steeples and the red roofs of houses seemed rising up to peep at us. Not a hill, not a bit of rising ground, not a house could be descried on any side ; every thing seemed hidden, immersed in the water; the islands might have been on the point of sinking into the depths of the waves ; we appeared to be traversing a country on the day of a great flood, and were sensible of some consolation at the thought that we were in a ship. Now and then the vessel stopped to let out a passenger who got into a small boat and was rowed to shore. I was myself very curious to see Zealand, and yet I looked at these people with a feeling of compassion, as if those objects which seemed islands were really only monstrous whales that would vanish under the waters at the boat's approach. The captain of our ship, a Hollander, stopping to look at a small map of Zealand which I was study- w 1 1 " ' i ti^ ' \ ^'^4/^^^/ ''!i IS ! >s {i H.Jllli'il' I'm I '1 , I ■its '^IV'W i 'mmmL i6 Ibollanb anb its ipeople. ing, I seized the occasion to bombard him with ques- tions. Fortunately I had fallen upon one of those few Dutchmen who, in common with us Latins, have the weakness of loving the sound of their own voices. " Here in Zealand," said he, with the gravity of a schoolmaster giving a lesson, "the dykes are, even more than in the other provinces, a question of life and death. At high tide all Zealand is under water. At every broken dyke an island would vanish. And the worst of it is that the dykes have to resist not only the direct attack of the waves, but still another even more dangerous force. The rivers throw them- selves into the sea, the sea rushes against the rivers, and in this continual struggle undercurrents are formed which gnaw at the base of the dykes, so that they crumble in all at once like a wall that has been undermined. The Zealanders have to stand ever on the alert. When a dyke is in peril, they build another one within it, and await the assault of the waters behind that, and so gain time, until they can either rebuild the first dyke or continue to strengthen those within, and the current diverges and they are saved." " And may it not be," said I, always hungry for poetic possibilities, " that some day Zealand may no longer exist ? " " Quite the contrary," he answered, to my great regret; "the day may come in which Zealand will be no longer an archipelago, but terra firma. The £ealan&. 27 Scheldt and the Meuse constantly bring down de- posits of mud which remain at the bottom of the arms of the sea, and which, gradually rising, en- large the islands and enclose within the land cities and villages which were once upon the shore and had their ports. Axel, Goes, Veere, Arnemuiden, Middelburg, were once maritime towns, and are such no longer. A day will come when Zealand shall be divided by no waters but those of her rivers, and when a network of railways shall extend over the whole country, which will be joined to the mainland as South Beveland is Joined. Zealand grows greater in her battle with the sea. The sea may succeed in doing something in other parts of Holland, but here it will get the worst of it. You know the arms of Zealand, do you not ? A lion swimming, and the motto, Luctor et emergoP Here he was silent, and a gleam of pride sparkled for a moment in his eye, and was quenched; then he began again with all his former gravity : " Emergo / but not always immersed. Every one of the islands of Zealand, one after the other, slept for more or less time under the waters. Three cen- turies ago Schouwen was inundated by the sea, drowning inhabitants and cattle from one end to the other, and leaving it a desert. North Beveland was entirely submerged a short time after, and for several years only the tops of her steeples could be seen above the water. South Beveland had the same 2 8 Ibollanb anb its people. fate in tile middle of the fourteentli century ; Tholen, the same in 1825 ; Walcheren, the same in 1808 ; and in Middelburg, her capital city, several miles distant from the coast, the water was up to the roofs of the houses." What with hearing forever of water and floods, of countries submerged and people drowned, I began to think it strange that I was not drowned myself. I asked the captain what sort of people these were who inhabited the invisible islands with water under their feet and over their heads. " Agricultural ,people and shepherds," he answered. " In point of agriculture Zealand is the richest prov- ince in the Low Countries. The soil is one of won- derful fertility. Grain, flax, colza, madder, grow as in few other places. There are fine large cattle and colossal horses ; bigger than the Flemish horses. The people are strong and well made, preserv- ing their ancient customs and living contented in their prosperity and peace. Zealand is a hidden paradise." Whilst the captain talked, the ship entered the canal of Keeten, which divides the islands of Schou- wen and Tholen, famous as having been forded by the Spaniards in 1575, as the eastern arm of the Scheldt is famous for the ford of 1572. All Zealand is full of memorials of that war. This little sandy archipelago, half buried in the sea, was the very hotbed of war and heresy, both because of its Zealan&. 2C connection with William of Orange, hereditary lord of many of the islands, and because of the impedi- ments of every kind which it opposed to the invader, and the Duke of Alva burned to get possession of it. Consequently the most obstinate struggles went on upon its shores with all the mingled horrors of land fights and sea fights. The soldiers forded the canals at night, holding on to each other, with water up to their necks, in peril from the tides, beaten by the rain, fired at from the shores ; horses and artillery sank into the mud ; the wounded were caught by the currents and buried alive in the quagmires ; the air resounded with the voices of Germans, Italians, Flemings, Walloons; torches illuminated here and there the great arquebuses, pompous plumes, strange visages, and the battle seemed a fantastic funeral ; and it was indeed the funeral of the great Spanish monarchy, which was being slowly drowned in the waters of Holland and covered with mud and male- dictions. He who is guilty of any overwhelming tenderness for Spain has only to go to Holland. There never, perhaps, existed two nations who had better cause to hate each other Avith all the strength of their souls, or who have proved it with more furious wrath. The ship now passed between the island of Schouwen and the smaller one of St. Philipsland, and in a few moments came out into the large arm of the Meuse called Krammer, which divides the island 30 Ibollanb an& its people. of Overflakkee from tke mainland. We appeared to be sailing through a chain of large lakes. The shores were distant and presented the same aspect as those of the Scheldt : long perspectives of dykes, tops of trees, steeples, and roofs behind them. Only upon some projection of the shore, forming a sort of breach in the immense bastion of the islands, could be seen a sort of sketch of a Dutch landscape, a colored house, a windmill, a boat, looking like the revelation of a hidden thing, made to sharpen the curiosity of travellers, and to delude it. Going towards the prow of the vessel I made a pleasant discovery. There was a group of peasants, men and women, wearing the costume of Zealand, I do not remember of which island, for the costume differs, as does the dialect, which is a mixture of Dutch and Flemish, if that may be said of two languages which differ but slightly from each other. The men wore round felt hats with an embroidered band; Jackets of dark cloth, short and tight, and opening in front to display a sort of vest, bordered with red, yellow, and green, buttoned with a row of silver buttons, so close together as to resemble a chain; short breeches of the same color as the jacket, bound round the waist by a belt, furnished with a large stud or buckle of chased silver ; a scarlet cravat, and fine woollen stockings coming to the knee. One of them had coins for buttons, a not uncommon custom. The women wore a straw hat -1 ■ ' S N \ / n llspee anb (rostume0. 32 IbolIanS anil its people. in the shape of a truncated cone, very tall, some- thing like a bucket turned upside down, with a quantity of blue ribbons fluttering about it ; a dark- colored gown open on the bosom over an embroidered chemise ; their arms bare to the elbow ; and enormous gold or gilded ear-rings that projected nearly over the cheeks. Although I did my best to copy Victor Hugo, and "admire every thing like a brute," I could not succeed in persuading myself that that fashion of dress was beautiful. But I was prepared for this sort of contrariety. I knew that in Holland one seeks the new rather than the beautiful, and the good rather than the new ; and therefore I was more disposed for observation than enthusiasm. I com- forted myself for the disappointment of my taste for the picturesque with the thought that all those peasants certainly knew how to read and write ; that they had, perhaps, that very evening committed to memory some of the verses of their great poet Jacob Catz ; and that probably they were then going, with their excellent programme in their pockets, to some raral meeting, where some of them were to confute with the arguments of their modest experience the propositions of a learned agronome of Goes or Middelburg. Ludovico Gruicciardini, a Florentine gentleman, and author of a fine work on the Low Countries, pnnted in Antwerp in the sixteenth century, says 2^ealanb. 33 that in Zealand there is scarcely a person of either sex who speaks French or Spanish, but that many speak Italian. This, which was perhaps an exaggera- tion even in his time, is now an absolute fable ; but it is certain, however, that there is an extraordinary amount of intellectual culture among them, superior to that of the French, German, or Belgian peasant, and superior also to that of the other parts of Holland. The ship skirted the island of St. Philipsland, and we were out of Zealand. So this province, mysterious before we entered it, appeared still moi^e mysterious when we got out of it. We had been through it, but we had not seen it. We went in and came out with our curiosity un- gratified. The only thing we had seen was the fact that Zealand was invisible. But it would be a mis- take to suppose that it is a country of mystery merely because it is hidden. Every thing in Zealand is mysterious. In the first place, how was it formed ? Was it a group of very small islands, separated by canals and uninhabited, which, as some believe, joined themselves together and became large islands ; or was it, as others believe, terra firma when the Scheldt emptied itself into the Meuse ? But leaving the question of its origin, in what other country in the world do the things happen which happen in Zealand ? In what other country do the fishermen catch a Siren in their nets, and the husband, having 3 34 IboUant) anb its people. in vain entreated with tears that she should be restored to him, catches up a handful of sand and throws it at them, prophesying at the same time that that sand shall choke up the city ports, and the prophecy is accomplished ? In what country, as on the shores of the island of Walcheren, do the souls of the dead, lost at sea, come and wake up the fishermen, and oblige them to carry them in their boats to the English coast? In what country do the tempests bring, as on the shores of the island of Schouwen, corpses from the polar seas, of monsters, half-man, half-boat, mummies dressed in trunks of trees that float, — and is there not one to be seen now in the Municipal Hall of Zierikzee ? In what country, except near Wemeldingen, does it happen to a man to fall head first into a canal and remain under one hour, during which time he sees his dead wife and children, who converse with him from Paradise, and he is then taken out alive, and relates the prodigy to Victor Hugo, who believes it true and writes a com- mentary upon it, concluding that the soul may leave the body for a time and return to it again ? In what country, save Domburg, do they fish up at low water antique temples and statues of unknown divinities ? In what country, except at Wemeldingen, does the sword of a Spanish captain, Mondragon, serve as a lightning-rod to a tower ? In what country but the island of Schouwen do they make unfaithful wives walk naked through the streets, with two stones tied Zealand. 35 to their necks, and an iron cylinder upon tlieir heads ? But come, this last wonder is no more to be seen ; but the stones exist still, and any one may see them in the Town Hall of Brauwershaven. The ship now entered that portion of the southern branch of the Meuse, which is called Volkerak ; the scene was still the same : dykes, and again dykes, tops of steeples, roofs of houses, here and there a vessel. One thing only was changed — the sky. I saw there for the first time the sky of Holland under its usual aspect, and looked on at one of those battles of light, proper to the Low Countries, which the great Dutch landscape painters rendered with such unrivalled excellence. Until then the sky had been serene, a lovely summer's day, the waters blue, the shores bright green, the air warm, ai^d not a pufE of wind. Suddenly a dense cloud hid the sun, and in less time than it takes to write it, every thing changed its aspect, as if in one instant season, latitude, and time had changed. The water became dark, the green of the shores grew dull, the horizon hid itself behind a gray veil, every object appeared surrounded by a dim light that softened and confused the out- lines, and a malignant breeze arose that froze one's very bones. It seemed December, and we felt the damp chill of winter, and that uneasiness which is brought by any sudden, unexpected change in nature. Then, from the whole circle of the horizon, leaden clouds began to rise, moving with great rapidity, 36 1bollan5 anb its people. seeming to seek with a sort of jpainful impatience a direction and a form, and tlie water became agitated, streaked with luminous reflections, broad, greenish, violet, whitish, clay-colored, and black stripes ; and at length the irritation of nature resolved itself into a thick, heavy rain, confusing sea and land and sky into one gray mass, hardly interrupted by a slightly darker shade where lay the distant shore, or where the sails of some vessel stood up here and there like a dim phantom on the waters of the rivers. " We are now really in Holland," said the captain to a group of passengers who stood contemplating the scene. " These sudden changes are seen nowhere but here." Then, in answer to a question from one of us, he added : " Holland has a meteorology of her own. The winter is long, the summer short, the spring nothing but the end of winter, and now and then, as we see, winter looks back at us even in summer. There is a saying among us that we may see the four seasons in one day. We have the most inconstant sky in the world, and we are for ever talking about the weatker. The atmosphere is the most variable spectacle that we can boast. But it is a dreary climate. The sea sends rain from three quarters, and the winds sweep over us without resistance ; even on the finest days the earth exhales vapors that obscure the horizon ; for many months the air has no transparency. See ZealanD. 37 the winter ; there are days when it seems as if we should never see the sky again ; the darkness comes from above, like the light ; the northwest vsdnd brings the icy air from the poles and lashes the sea into a fury that seems capable of destroying the coast." Here he turned to me with a smile, and said : " You are better off in Italy." Then he be- came grave again, and added : " But every country has its good and its evil." The ship now coming out of the Volkerak passed before the fortress of Willemstadt, built in 1583 by the Prince of Orange, and entered the HoUandsdiep, a large branch of the Meuse which separates South Holland from North Brabant. A great stretch of water, two dark lines to right and left, and an ash- colored sky were all that could be seen from the vessel. A French lady, amid the general silence, exclaimed with a yawn : " How lovely Holland is ! " and everybody, but the Hollanders, laughed. " Ah, Captain," said a little old gentleman, a Bel- gian, one of those pillars of the caf6 who are forever airing their political opinions, " every country has its good and its evil side, and we Belgians and Holland- ers must at least be persuaded of this truth, and sympathize Avith each other in order to live in peace and harmony. When we think that we are a state of nine millions, we with our manufactures, and you with your commerce, with two capitals like Amster- dam and Brussels, and two commercial cities like Ibollanb anb its people. Antwerp and Rotterdam ! we should count for some- thiug in the world, eh, Captain ? " The captain made no reply. Another Dutchman said : " To be sure ; with religious wars going on twelve months in the year." The little old Belgian, rather disconcerted, con- tinued in a low voice to me : " It is a fact, Signor mio. It is a trifle, especially on our side. You will see in Holland : Amsterdam is not Brussels ; no, indeed, and the country is as flat and as tiresome as it can be; but as for prosperity, you will see. They spend a florin, which is more than two francs, where we spend a franc. You will find that out in the hotel bills. They are twice as rich as we are. The blow was given by William I., who wanted to make a Dutch Belgium, and pushed us to extremities. You know how things went on," etc. In the Hollandsdiep we began to see large boats, fishing vessels, and some large ships from Hellevoet- sluis, a great maritime port on the right bank of the Meuse, near the mouth, where all the vessels that make the voyage to India stop. The rain ceased, the sky gradually, almost unwillingly, cleared in part, the water and the shores again took on their fresh and vivid colors, and we were in summer once more. In a short time the ship was off the village of Moerdyk. There is to be seen one of the largest 3 Pi §5 Zealanf). 39 bridges in tlie world. It is an iron bridge, one mile and a half in length, over whicli passes the railway to Dordrecht and Rotterdam. From a distance it presents the aspect as of fourteen enormous build- ings of equal size placed across the river, these edifices being the piers of the arches which sustain the rails. Passing over it, as I did some months afterwards, one sees nothing but sky and water. It is not a pleasant sensation. The ship turned to the left in front of the bridge and entered a narrow arm of the Meuse, called Dordschekil, bordered by dykes, and having more the look of a canal than a river. It was the seventh turn she had made since we crossed the frontier. We now began to see around us something like the appearance of a great city. Long rows of trees upon the banks, bushes, small houses, canals on either side, and a coming and going of boats large and small. The name of Dordrecht was in everybody's mouth, and all seemed making ready for some spectacle. The ship turned for the eighth time and entered the Oude-Maas, or old Meuse, and in a few minutes we saw the first houses of the environs of Dordrecht. It was like the sudden apparition of Holland, the instantaneous satisfaction of all our curiosity, the revelation of all the mysteries that tormented our imaginations ; we awakened in a new world. On every side we saw very high windmills with their long arms; houses were sprinkled along the 40 Ibollanb an5 its people. river, of a thousand strange forms, villas, pavilions, kiosks, witli red roofs, black vs^alls, and walls of rose, blue, and ask color, tke windows and doors surrounded by broad snow-white bands. Canals great and small divided these houses, and were bor- dered by rows of trees ; ships lay all along ; boats before every door ; sails gleamed at the bottoms of the streets ; pennons, ships' flags, and arms of wind- mills rose confusedly above the trees and roofs; bridges, small stairways, gardens hanging over the water, and a coming and going of men, women, and children on the banks of the canals and over the bridges, making a lively and varied spectacle. There was something theatrical and childish, a little Chinese, a little European, a little of no country, mingled with an air of blessed peace and innocence. So appeared to me Dordrecht for the first time, one of the oldest as well as one of the freshest and gayest of Dutch cities ; queen of com- merce in the middle ages; fertile mother of painters and learned men ; honored by the first -^,,„ assembly of depu- ties from the United Provinces in 1572 the seat at dif- ferent times of memorable synods; and especially Xcalanb. 41 famous for that assembly of Protestant theologians in 1618, which was a sort of (Ecumenical Council of Reform, which fixed the form of the national religion, and caused the beginning of that series of agitations and persecutions which ended with the fatal execution of Barneveldt and the bloody triumph of Maurice of Orange. Dordrecht is still one of the most flourishing of the cities of the United Provinces, thanks to its easy communication with the sea, with Belgium, and the interior of Holland. At Dordrecht arrive the im- mense provisions of wood which come down the Rhine from the Black Forest and Switzerland, the wines of the Rhine, lime, cement, and stone; in her small poi't there is a continual coming and going of sails, clouds of smoke, and flags, bringing greetings from Arnhem, from Bois-le-Duc, from Nimeguen, Rotterdam, Antwerp, and all her mysterious sisters of Zealand. Our ship stopped a few minutes at Dordrecht, and I was strongly tempted to land and look about me, but reflecting that I should have better opportuni- ties and more to see at Rotterdam, I refrained ; and we presently turned (our ninth turning) into a nar- row branch of the Meuse called De JVoord, one of the thousand threads of the inextricable watery network that covers South Holland. The position of Dordrecht is most singular. It is placed upon the extremity of a tract of land sepa- 42 Ibollanb an5 Its people. rated from the continent, forming an island in the midst of land, surrounded by rivers, partly natiiral, partly artificial, of which one, the large stream called the New Merwede, was entirely formed by the hand of man. The imprisonment of this piece of land upon which Dordrecht stands is an episode of one of Holland's great battles with the sea. The archipelago of Biesbosch did not exist before the fifteenth century, and in its place extended a beautiful plain, dotted with populous villages. On the night of the 18th of November, 1421, the waters of the Waal and the Meuse burst the dykes, destroyed more than seventy villages, drowned a hundred thou- sand people, and broke up the plain into a hundred or so of small islands, leaving only one tower erect amid the ruin, some remains of which, called Oasa Mertvede, are still to be seen. Thus was Dordrecht separated from the mainland, and the archipelago of Biesbosch made its appear- ance upon the earth, which, as if to show that it has some reason to exist, offers hay, canes, and reeds to a small village that is stuck like a swallow's nest upon one of the surrounding dykes. But this is not all the singularity of Dordrecht. Tradition relates that the entire city, with its houses, its mills, its canals, was, in the time of that memorable inunda- tion, transported all in one piece from one place to another ; and that when the inhabitants of the neighboring towns came to it after the catastrophe Zealant). 43 they could not find it. And this prodigy is ex- plained by the fact that Dordrecht is founded upon a stratum of clay, and that this stratum of clay slid bodily down with the city upon it. I write it as I heard it, or read it. Before the ship left the canal of Noord my hope of seeing my first sunset in Holland was dissipated by another sudden change of weather. The sky grew dark, the water became livid, a".:l the horizon van- ished behind a dense vapory veil. At that point where the Meuse takes prisoner and carries with hei' the waters of the main branch of the Rhine, the Waal, and receives those of the Leek and the Yssel, the width is very great, and the banks are crowned by long rows of trees, interspersed with houses, manufactories, workshops, and arsenals, that extend all the way to Rotterdam. The first time that one sees the Meuse, and thinks of the disasters, the transformations, the thousand calamities, and innumerable victims of that capricious and terrible river, one examines it with a sort of anxious curiosity, as if it were some famous brigand, and one's eyes run along the dykes with a sentiment of grateful satisfaction, as when one beholds the famous bandit manacled and in the hands of the carabinieri. "Whilst we stood expecting the first view of Rotter- dam, a passenger told us that when the Meuse is frozen, the current which comes from warmer regions bursts from beneath the ice that covers the 44 1boUan& a.ni> its people, stream, and with a terrible noise piles it against the dykes in immense masses, thus arresting the course of the water and making it overflow. Then begins a strange battle. To the threats of the Meuse the Hollanders reply with cannon, and charges of grape-shot break the towers and barricades of ice which choke the current into a tempest of briny and icy rain. " I think," concluded the passenger, " that we Hollanders are ■*'he only people who are forced to fight their rivers with cannon." When we arrived in sight of Rotterdam it rained and was foggy ; we could see, as through a veil, only an immense confusion of ships, houses, windmills, towers, trees, and peojale in motion on the dykes and bridges ; there wei'e lights everywhere ; a great city with such an aspect as I had never seen before, and which fog and darkness soon hid from me alto- gether. When I had taken leave of my travelling companions, and had put my luggage in order, it was night. " So much the better," I thought, as I entered a carriage ; " I shall see the first Dutch city by night, which must be a strange spectacle." And, indeed, when M. Bismarck was at Rotterdam, he wrote to his wife that at night he saw spectres on the roofs. U Sfietcb neac 1Rottei:&am. IRotterbam. *T is difficult to make mucli of the city of Eottei'dam, entering it at night. The carriage passed almost immediately over a bridge that resounded hollowly beneath it, and Avhilst I thought myself, and was in fact, within the city, I saw with amazement, on my right and left, two rows of ships vanishing in the gloom. Leaving the bridge, we passed through a street, lighted, and full of people, and found ourselves upon another bridge, and between two rows of vessels, as before. And so on from bridge to street, from street to bridge, and to increase the confusion, an illumination of lamps at the corners 45 46 IbollanJ) an5 its people. of houses, lanterns on masts of ships, light-houses on the bridges, small lights under the houses, and all these lights reflected in the water. All at once the carriage stopped, people crowded about; I looked out, and saw a bridge in the air. In answer to my question, some one said that a vessel was passing. We went on again, seeing a perspective of canals and bridges, crossing and recrossing each other, until we came to a great square, sparkling with lights, and bristling with masts of ships, and finally we reached our inn in an adjacent street. My first care on entering my room, was to see whether Dutch cleanliness deserved its fame. It did, indeed, and may be called the religion of cleanliness. The linen was snow-white, the window-panes trans- parent as the air, the furniture shining like crystal, the floors so clean that a microscope could not dis- cover a black speck. There was a basket for waste- paper, a tablet for scratching matches, a dish for cigar ashes, a box for cigar stumps, a spittoon, and a boot-jack ; in short, there was no possible pretext for soiling any thing. My room examined, I spread a map of Rotterdam upon the table, and made some preparatory studies for the morrow. It is a singular thing that the great cities of Holland, although built upon a shifting soil, and amid difficulties of every kind, have all great regu- larity of form. Amsterdam is a semicircle, the 1Rotter6am. 47 Hague square, Rotterdam an equilateral triangle. The base of the triangle is an immense dyke, which defends the city from the Meuse, and is called the Boompjes, signifying, in Dutch, small trees, from a row of little elms, now very tall, that were planted when it was first constructed. Another great dyke forms a second bulwark against the river, which divides the city into two almost equal parts, from the middle of the left side to the opposite angle. That part of Rotterdam which is comprised between the two dykes is all canals, islands, and bridges, and is the new city ; that which extends beyond the second dyke is the old city. Two great canals extend along the other two sides of the town to the apex, where they meet, and receive the waters of the river Rotte, which with the affix of dam, or dyke, gives its name to the city. Having thus fulfilled my conscientious duty as a traveller, and with many precautions not to soil, even by a breath, the purity of that jewel of a chamber, I abandoned myself with humility to my first Dutch bed. Dutch beds, I speak of those in the hotels, are generally short and wide, and occupied, in a great part, by an immense feather pillow in which a giant's head would be overwhelmed ; I may add that the ordinary light is a copper candlestick, of the size of a dinner-plate, which might sustain a torch, but holds, instead, a tiny candle about the size of a Spanish lady's finger. 48 IboUanb an& Its people. In the morning I made haste to rise and issue fortli into the strange streets, unlike any thing in Europe. The first I saw was the Hoog Straat, a long straight thoroughfare running along the interior dyke. The unplastered houses, of every shade of brick, from the darkest red to light rose coloi", chiefly two windows wide and two stories high, have the front wall rising above and concealing the roof, and in the shape of a blunt triangle surmounted by a parapet. Some of these pointed facades rise into two curves, like a long neck without a head ; some are cut into steps like the houses that children build with blocks ; some present the aspect of a conical pavilion, some of a village church, some of theatrical cabins. The parapets are, in general, bordered by white stripes, coarse arabesques in plaster, and other ornaments in very bad taste ; the doors and windows are bordered by broad white stripes ; other white lines divide the different stories ; the spaces between the doors in front are marked by white wooden panels ; so that two colors, white and red, prevail everywhere, and as in the distance the darker red looks black, the prospect is half festive, half funereal, all the houses looking as if they were hung with white linen. At first I had an inclination to laugh, for it seemed im- possible that it could have been done seriously, and that quiet, sober people lived in those houses. They looked as if they had been run up for a festival, and IRotterbam. 49 would presently disappear, like tlie paper framewoi'k of a grand display of fireworks. Whilst I stood vaguely looking at tke street, I noticed one house that puzzled me somewhat ; and thinking that my eyes had been deceived, I looked more carefully at it, and compared it with its neigh- bors. Turning into the next street, the same thing met my astonished gaze. There is no doubt about Tbntbot, 1Rottect>am. it. The whole city of Rotterdam presents the ap- pearance of a town that has been shaken smartly hy an earthquake, and is on the point of falling into ruin. All the houses — in any street one may count the exceptions on his fingers — lean more or less, but the greater part of them so much that at the roof they lean forward at least a foot beyond their neigh- so Ibollanb anb its IPeople. bors, wliicli may be straight or not so visibly inclined ; one leans forward as if it would fall into the street, another backward, another to the left, another to the right ; at some points six or seven contiguous houses all lean forward together, those in the middle most, those at the ends less, looking like a paling with the crowd pressing against it. At another point two houses lean together as if supporting one another. In certain streets the houses for a long distance lean all one way, like trees beaten by a pre- vailing wind ; and then another long row will lean in the opposite direction, as if the wind had changed. Sometimes there is a certain regularity of inclination that is scarcely noticeable ; and again, at crossings and in the smaller streets, there is an indescribable confusion of lines, a real architectural frolic, a dance of houses, a disorder that seems animated. There are houses that nod forward as if asleep, others that start backward as if frightened ; some bending tow- ard each other, their roofs almost touching, as if in secret conference ; some falling upon one another as if they were drunk, some leaning backward between others that lean forward like malefactors dragged onward by their guards ; rows of houses that curt- sey to a steeple, groups of small houses all inclined toward one in the middle, like conspirators in con- clave. Observe them attentively one by one, from top to bottom, and they are as interesting as pictures. Iftotterbam. 51 In some, upon the summit of the fagade, there projects from the middle of the parapet a beam, with cord and pulley to pull up baskets and buckets. In others, jutting from a round windo^v, is the carved head of a deer, a sheep, or a goat. Under the head, a line of whitewashed stone or wood cuts the whole fagade in half. Under this line there are two broad windows with projecting awnings of striped linen ; under these again, over the upper panes, a little green curtain ; below this green curtain, two white ones, divided in the middle to show a suspended bird-cage or a basket of flowers. And below the basket or the cage, the lower panes are covered by a network of fine wire that prevents the passer-by from seeing into the room. Within, behind the net- ting there stands a table covered with objects in porcelain, crystal flowers, and toys of various kinds. Outside, on the stone sill, is a row of small flower- pots. From the stone sill, or from one side, projects an iron stem curving upwards, which sustains two small mirrors joined in the form of a book, movable, and surmounted by another, also movable, so that those inside the house can see, without being seen, every thing that passes in the street. On some of the houses there is a lamp projecting between the two windows, and below is the door of the house, or a shop-door. If it is a shop, over the door there is the carved head of a Moor with his mouth wide open, or that of a Turk with a hideous grimace ; 52 Ibollanb anb its people. sometimes there is an elephant, or a goose ; some- times a horse's or a bull's head, a serpent, a half -moon, a windmill, or an arm extended, the hand holding some object of the kind sold in the shop. If it is the house-door — always kept closed — there is a brass plate with the name of the occupant, another with a slit for letters, another with the handle of a bell, the whole, including locks and bolts, shining like gold. Before the door there is a small bridge of wood, be- cause in many of the houses the ground-floor or base- ment is much lower than the street, and before the bridge two little stone columns surmounted by two balls ; two more columns in front of these are united by iron chains, the large links of which are in the form of crosses, stars, and polygons ; in the space between the street and the house are pots of flowers, and at the windows of the ground-floor, more flower- pots and curtains. In the more retired streets there are bird-cages on both sides of the windows, boxes full of green growing things, clothes hung out to air or dry, a thousand objects and colors, like a universal fair. But without going out of the older town one need only go away from the centre to see something new at every step. In some narrow straight streets one may see the end suddenly closed as if by a curtain concealing the view ; but it disappears as it came, and is recog- nized as the sail of a vessel moving in a canal. In IRotter^am. 53 other streets a network of cordage seems to stop tlie way ; tlie rigging of vessels lying in some basin. In one direction there is a drawbridge raised, and looking like a gigantic swing provided for the diver- sion of the people who live in those preposterous houses ; and in another there is a windmill, tall as a steeple and black as an antique tower, moving its arms like a monstrous firework. On every side, finally, among the houses, above the roofs, between the distant trees, are seen masts of vessels, flags, and sails and rigging, reminding us that we are sur- rounded by water and that the city is a seaport. Meantime the shops were opened and the streets became full of people. There was great animation, but no hurry, the absence of which distinguishes the streets of Rotterdam from those of London, between which some travellers find great resemblance, espe- cially in the color of the houses and the grave aspect of the inhabitants. White faces, pallid faces, faces the color of Parmesan cheese ; light hair, very light hair, reddish, yellovnsh ; broad beardless visages, beards under the chin and around the neck ; blue eyes, so light as to seem almost without a pupil ; women stumpy, fat, rosy, slow, with white caps and ear-rings in the form of corkscrews ; these are the first things one observes in the crowd. But for the moment it was not the people that most stimulated my curiosity. I crossed the Hoog Straat, and found myself in the new city. Here it 54 IboUanb anb its people. is impossible to say if it be port or city, if land or water predominate, if there are more ships than houses, or vice versa. Broad and long canals divide the city into so many islands, united by drawbridges, turning bridges, and bridges of stone. On either side of every canal extends a street, flanked by trees on one side and houses on the other. All these canals are deep enough to float large vessels, and all are full of them from one end to the other, except a space in the middle left for passage in and out. An immense fleet imprisoned in a city. When I arrived it was the busiest hour, so I planted myself upon the highest bridge over the principal crossing. From thence were visible four canals, four forests of ships, bordered by eight files of trees ; the streets were crammed with people and merchandise ; droves of cattle were crossing the bridges ; bridges were rising in the air, or opening in the middle, to allow vessels to pass through, and were scarcely replaced or closed before they were inundated by a throng of people, carts, and car- riages ; ships came and went in the canals, shining like models in a museum, and with the wives and children of the sailors on the decks ; boats darted from vessel to vessel ; the shops drove a busy trade ; servant-women washed the walls and windows ; and all this moving life was rendered more gay and cheerful by the reflections in the water, the green of IRotterbam. 55 the trees, the red of the houses, the tall windmills, showing their dark tops and white sails against the azure of the sky, and still more by an air of quiet simplicity not seen in any other northern city. I took observations of a Dutch vessel. Almost all the ships crowded in the canals of Rotterdam are built for the Rhine and Holland ; they have one mast only, and are broad, stout, and variously colored like toy ships. The hull is generally of a bright grass-green, ornamented with a red or a white sti'ipe, or sometimes several stripes, looking like a band of different colored ribbons. The poop is usually gilded. The deck and mast are varnished and shining like the cleanest of house-floors. The outside of the hatches, the buckets, the barrels, the yards, the planks, are all painted red, with white or blue stripes. The cabin where the sailors' families are is colored like a Chinese kiosk, and has its win- dows of clear glass, its white muslin curtains tied up with knots of rose-colored ribbon. In every moment of spare time, sailors, women, and children are busy washing, sweeping, polishing every part with infinite care and pains ; and when their little vessel makes its exit from the port, all fresh and shining like a holiday-coach, they all stand on the poop and accept with dignity the mute compliments which they gather from the glances of the spectators along the canals. From canal to canal, and from bridge to bridge, I finally reached the dyke of the Boompjes upon the 5 6 1boUan6 anb its people. Meuse, where boils and bubbles all the life of the great commercial city. On the left extends a long row of small, many-colored steamboats, which start every hour in the day for Dordrecht, Arnhem, Gouda, Schiedam, Briel, Zealand, and continually send forth clouds of white smoke and the sound of their cheerful bells. To the right lie the large ships which make the voyage to various European ports, mingled with fine three-masted vessels bound for the East Indies with names written in golden letters — Java, Sumatra, Borneo, Samarang, — carrying the fancy to those distant and savage countries like the echoes of far-a-way voices. In front of the Meuse, covei'ed with boats and barks, and the distant shore with a forest of beech trees, windmills, and towers ; and over all the unquiet sky, full of gleams of light, and gloomy clouds, fleeting and changing in their constant movement, as if repeating the restless labor on the earth below. Rotterdam, it must be said here, is, in commercial importance, the first city in Holland after Amster- dam. It was already a flourishing town in the thirteenth century. Ludovico Gruicciardini, in his work on the Low Countries, already cited, adduces a proof of the wealth of the city in the sixteenth cen- tury, saying that in one year nine hundred houses that had been destroyed by fire were rebuilt. Ben- tivoglio, in his history of the war in Flanders, calls it "the largest and most mercantile of the lands of 1Rotter6am. 57 Holland." But its greatest prosperity did not begin until 1830, or after the separation of Holland and Belgium, when Rotterdam seemed to draw to herself every thing that was lost by her rival, Antwerp. Her situation is extremely advantageous. She com- municates with the sea by the Meuse, which brings to her ports in a few hours the largest merchantmen ; and by the same river she communicates with the Rhine, which brings to her from the Swiss moun- tains and Bavaria immense quantities of timber — entire forests that come to Holland to be transformed into ships, dykes, and villages. More than eighty splendid vessels come and go, in the space of nine months, between Rotterdam and India. Merchan- dise flows in from all sides in such great abundance that a large part of it has to be distributed through the neighboring towns. Meantime, Rotterdam is growing; vast store-houses are now in process of construction, and the works are commenced for an enormous bridge which will cross the Meuse and the entire city, thus extending the railway which now stops on the left bank of the river, if not to the port of Delft, at least to its junction with the road to the Hague. Rotterdam, in short, has a future more splendid than that of Amsterdam, and has long been regarded as a rival by her elder sister. She does not possess the wealth of the capital, but is more industrious in increasing what she has ; she dares, risks, undertakes, 58 Ibollant) anb its people. like a young and adventurous city. Amsterdam, like a merchant grown cautious after having made his for- tune by hazardous undertakings, begins to doze over her treasures. At Rotterdam, fortunes are made ; at Amsterdam, they are consolidated ; at The Hague, they are spent. It may be understood from this that Rotterdam is regarded somewhat in the light of a parvenu by the other two cities ; and also for another reason : that she is simply a trader, occupied only in trade, and has but little aristocracy, and that little modest and not rich. Amsterdam, on the contrary, contains the flower of the mercantile patriciate ; Amsterdam has picture-galleries, protects art and literature ; but not- withstanding her superiority, each is jealous of the other ; what one does the other tries to do ; what the government accords to one the other wants also. At this very moment (1874) both are cutting canals to the sea. It is not yet quite certain what use can be made of these two canals ; but that does not mat- ter. So children act : Peter has a horse, I want a horse too, and Grandpapa Government must content both big and little. Having visited the port, I traversed the dykes of the Boompjes, along which extends an uninterrupted line of big, new houses, in the style of Paris and London, houses which, as is usual, the inhabitants ad- mire, and the stranger never looks at, or looks at them with dislike; then returning, I re-entered the city, Ube ffioompjcii - IRottcroam, IRotterDam. 59 and came to the corner formed by the Hoog Straat and one of the two long canals that bound the city on the east. It is the poorest quarter of the town ; the streets are narrow, and the houses smaller and more crooked than in other parts ; in some you can touch the roof with your hand. The windows are about a foot from the ground, and the doors so low that you must stoop to enter them. Nevertheless, there is no appearance of misery. Even here the windows have their small looking-glasses — spies, as they are called in Holland, — their flower-pots, and their white curtains ; and the doors, painted green or blue, stand wide open, giving a view of the bed- room, the kitchen, all the internal arrangements ; tiny rooms like boxes, but every thing in them ranged in order, and clean and bright as in gen- tlemen's houses. There is no dirt in the streets, no bad smells, not a rag to be seen, or a hand held out to beg; there is an atmosphere of cleanliness and well-being Avhich makes one blush for the miserable quarters where the poor are crowded in our cities, not excepting Paris, which has its Rue Mouffetard. On my way back to my hotel I passed through the great market-place in the middle of the city, not less peculiar than all its surroundings. It is both a public square and a bridge, and con- nects the Hoog Straat, or principal dyke, with an- other quarter of the city surrounded by canals. This airy place is bordered on three sides by old build- 6o Ibollanb anb its people. ings and a long, dark, narrow canal, like a street iu Venice ; the fourth side is open upon a kind of basin formed by the largest canal, which commu- nicates with -the river Meuse. In the mid- dle of the mar- ket-place, sur- rounded by heaps of vege- table, fruit, and earthenware pots and pans, stands the statue of Desiderius Erasmus, ?- the first literary light of PIol- land ; that Gerrit Gerritz — for he assumed the Latin name himself, according to the custom of writers in his day — that Gerrit Gerritz belonged, by his education, his style, and his ideas, to the family of the humanists and erudite of Italy ; a fine writer, profound and indefatigable in letters and science, he filled all Europe with his name between the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries ; he was loaded with favors by the popes, and sought after and en- tertained by princes ; and his " Praise of Folly," -RTitten in Latin like the rest of his innumerable works, and dedicated to Sir Thomas More, is still TOlavefiouses. 1Rotter5am. read. The bronze statue, erected in 1622, represents Erasmus dressed in a furred gown, with a cap of the same, a little bent forward as if walking, and in the act of reading a large book, held open in the hand ; the pedestal bears a double inscription, in Dutch and Latin, calling him, " Vir scecuU sui primarius " and " Oivis oinnmm prcBstantissimusP In spite of this pompous eulogiiim, however, poor Erasmus, planted there like a municipal guard in the market-place, makes but a pitiful figure. I do not believe that there is in the world another statue of a man of let- ters that is, like this, neglected by the passer-by, de- spised by those about it, commiserated by those who look at it. But who knows \vhether Erasmus, acute philosopher as he was, and must be still, be not con- tented with his corner, the more that it is not far from his own house, if the tradition is correct ? In a small street near the market-place, in the wall of a little house now occupied as a tavern, there is a niche with a bronze statuette representing the great writer, and under it the inscription, " Hcbg est parva domus magnus qua natus ErasmusP In one corner of this square there is a little house known as the " House of Fear," upon the wall of which may be seen an ancient painting whose sub- ject I have forgotten. The name of the " House of Fear" was given to it, says the tradition, because when the Spaniards sacked the city the most con- spicuous personages took refuge in this house and 62 1boUan& arii) its people. remained shut up in it three days without food. And this is not the only memorial of the Spaniards at Rotterdam. Many edifices, built during their domination, show the style of architecture which was then in use in Spain ; and some still bear Spanish inscriptions. In Holland inscriptions upon houses are very common. They glory in their old age like bottles of wine, and bear the date of the year of their construction inscribed in large characters on the facade. In the market-place I had a good opportunity for observing the ear-riugs of the women, which are well worthy of remark. At Rotterdam I saw only the ear-rings in use in South Holland ; but even so, their variety is very great. They are all alike, however, in one particu- lar, that instead of being in the ears, they are at- tached to the two extremities of an ornament in gold, sUver, or gilt copper, which encircles the head like a diadem and ends on the temples. The commonest form of ear-ring is a spiral of five or six rows, often very large, and setting out on either side of the face in a very conspicuous fashion. Many of the women wear ordinary ear-rings attached to these spiral orna- ments, which dangle over the cheeks and fall down upon the bosom. Some have a second circlet of gold, much chased and ornamented with flowers and buttons in relief, that passes over the forehead. Almost all wear the hair smooth and tight, and cov- IRotterbam. 63 ered with a niglit-cap like liead-dress of lace and muslin, falling in a sort of veil over tlie neck and shoulders. This Arab-like veil and their extravagant and prepostei'ous ear-rings give them a mixed regal and barbaric aspect, ^vhich, if they were not as fair as they are, might cause them to be mistaken for the women of some savage country Avho had preserved the head-dress of their an- cient costume. I do not wonder that some travel- lers, seeing them for the first time, should have believed that their ear-rings were a combination of ornament and implement, and asked theii" purpose. But we may also suppose that they serve as defensive arms, since any impertinent person, who shoiild put his face too near that of the wearer, would find his approach warded off by these impediments. Worn chiefly by the peasants, these ear-rings and their accessories are generally in gold, and cost a large sum ; but I saw still greater riches among the Dutch peasantry. Near the market-place is the cathedral, founded towards the end of the fifteenth century, at the time of the decline of Gothic architecture, then a Catholic Earsrings, 64 Ibollanb anb its people. church dedicated to St Lawrence, and now the first Protestant church in the city. Protestantism, that vandal of religion, entered the ancient churches with a pick and a white-wash brush, and with pedantic fanaticism eradicated every thing that was beautiful and splendid, reducing it to a naked whiteness and coldness, such as in the times of the false cmd lying gods might have suited a temple sacred to the god- dess of Ennui. An immense organ, with about fifty thousand pipes, giving among other sounds the effect of an echo ; some tombs of admirals, adorned with long inscriptions in Dutch and Latin ; numerous benches ; a few boys with their caps on their heads ; a group of women, chattering together in loud voices ; an old man in a corner, with a cigar in his mouth — this was all I saw. That was the first Protestant church in which I set my foot, and I confess that it made a disagreeable impression upon me. I was half saddened, half scandalized. I compared its desolate and bare interior with the magnificent ca- thedrals of Spain and Italy, where, amid the soft mysterious light and through clouds of incense, the eye encounters the loving looks of saints and angels on the walls, pointing us to heaven ; where we see so many images of innocence that calm our souls, and of pain that help us to suffer, while they inspire res- ignation, peace, the sweetness of forgiveness ; where the homeless and the hungry, driven from the rich man's door, may pray amid marble and gold, as in a IRotterfiam. 65 kingdom where lie is not disdained, amid a pomp and splendor that does not humiliate him, that even hon- ors and comforts his misery ; those cathedrals where we knelt as children at our mother's side, and felt for the first time a sweet security of living again one day with her in those azure depths depicted upon the domes above our heads. Comparing the church with those cathedrals, I discovered that I was a bet- ter Catholic than I had thought, and I felt the truth of those words of Emilio Castelar : " Well, yes, J am a rationalist ; but if one day I should wish to re- turn into the bosom of a religion, I would go back to that splendid one of my fathers, and not to this squalid and naked religion that saddens my eyes and my heart ! " From the top of the tower the whole of Rotterdam can be seen at a glance, ^vith all its little sharp red roofs, its broad canals, its ships scattered among houses, and all about the city a vast green plain, intersected by canals bordered by trees, sprinkled with windmills, and villages hidden in masses of verdure, showing only the tops of theii- steeples. When I was there the sky was clear, and I could see the waters of the Meuse shining from the neigh- borhood of Bois-le-Duc, nearly to its mouth ; the steeples of Dordrecht, Leyden, Delft, The Hague, and Gouda were visible, but neither far nor near was there a hill, a rising ground, a swell to interrupt the straight and rigid line of the horizon. It was like a s 66 IboUanb an5 its people. green and motionless sea, where the steeples repre- sented masts of ships at anchor. The eye roamed over that immense space with a sense of repose, and I felt, for the first time, that indefinable sentiment inspired by the Dutch landscape, which is neither pleasure, nor sadness, nor ennui, but a mixture of all three, and which holds you for a long time silent and motionless. Suddenly I was startled by the sound of strange music, coming from I knew not where. It was a chime of bells ringing a lively air, the silvery notes now falling slowly one by one, and now coming in groups, in strange flourishes, in trills, in sonorous chords, a quaint dancing strain, somewhat primitive, like the many-colored city, over which its notes hov- ered like a flock of wild birds, or like the city's natu- ral voice, an echo of the antique life of her people, recalling the sea, the solitudes, the huts, and making one smile and sigh at the same moment. All at once the music ceased, and the clock struck the hour. At the same moment other steeples took up the airy strains, playing airs of which only the higher notes reached my ears, and then they also struck the hour. This aerial concert is repeated every hour of the day and night in all the steeples of Holland, the tunes being national airs, or from German or Italian operas. Thus in Holland the passing hour sings, as if to distract the mind from sad thoughts of flying time, and its song is of country, faith, and IRotterOam. 67 love, floating in harmony above the sordid noises of the earth. The Hollanders eat a great deal. Their greatest pleasures, as Cardinal Bentivoglio says, are those of the table. Their appetites are voracious, and they care more for quantity than quality. In the old time they were laughed at by their neighbors not only for the rudeness of their manners, but for the simplicity of their nutriment, and were called milk and cheese eaters. They eat, in general, five times a day : at breakfast, tea, cofEee, milk, bread, cheese, and butter ; a little before noon, a good luncheon ; before dinner, what might be called a bite — a biscuit and a glass of wine ; then a large dinner ; and late in the evening, supper. Just so as not to go to bed Avith an empty stomach. They eat together on every occasion. I do not speak of birth and marriage feasts, which are customary in all countries ; but, for example, they have funeral feasts. It is the custom for the friends and acquaintances who have accom- panied the funeral procession, to return with the family of the defunct to their house, and there to eat and drink, doing in general great honor to their entertainer. If there were no other witnesses, the Dutch painters all bear testimony to the large part which the table holds in the life of the people. Be- sides the infinite number of pictures of domestic subjects, in which it might be said that the plate and the bottle are the protagonists, almost all the great 68 1bollan& an5 its people. pictures that represent historical subjects, burgo- masters, civic guards, show them seated at table in the act of biting, cutting, pouring out. Even their great hero, William the Taciturn, the incarnation of new Holland, was an example of this national fond- ness for eating, and his cook was the first artist of his time ; so great a one that the German princes sent beginners to perfect themselves in his school, and Philip II., in one of his periods of apparent reconciliation with his mortal enemy, asked for the cook as a present. But, as has been said, the character of Dutch cookery was rather abundance than refinement. The French, who understand the art, found much to criti- cise. I remember a writer of certain " Memoires sur la HoUande," who inveighs with lyric force against the Dutch kitchen, saying : " What is this beer soup ? this mingling of meats and sweets ? this devouring of meat in such quantity without bread ? " Other writers have spoken of dining in this country as of a domestic calamity. It is superfluous to say that all this is exaggeration. An ultra-delicate palate can in a short time become accustomed to Dutch cookery. The foundation of the dinner is always a dish of meat, with which are served four or five dishes of vegeta- bles or salted meats, of which each one takes and combines as he likes with the principal dish. The meat is very good, and the vegetables are exquisite, and cooked in a great variety of ways ; the potatoes 1Rotter5am. 69 and cabbages are worthy of special mention, and the art of making an omelet is perfectly understood. I say nothing of game, fish, milk, and butter, be- cause all these are already known to fame ; and I am silent, not to be carried away by enthusiasm, on the subject of that celebrated cheese, wherein when once you have thrust your knife you can never leave off until you have excavated the whole, while desire still hovers over the shell. A stranger dining for the first time in a Dutch tavern sees a few novelties. First of all he is struck by the great size and thickness of the plates, propor- tionate to the national appetite ; and in many places he will find a napkin of fine white paper, folded in a three-cornered shape, and stamped with a border of flowers, a little landscajje in the corner, and the name of the hotel or cafe, with a Son appetit in large blue letters. The stranger, to be sure of his facts, will order roast beef, and they will bring him half a dozen slices> as large as cabbage leaves ; or a beefsteak, and he is presented with a sort of cushion of bleeding meat, enough to satisfy a family ; or fish, and there apjDears a marine animal as long as the table ; and with each of these come a mountain of boiled potatoes and a pot of vigorous mustard. Of bread, a little thin slice about as big as a dollar, most displeasing to us Latins, whose habit it is to de- vour bread in quantities ; so that in a Dutch tavern one must be constantly asking for more, to the great 70 flJoUant) an5 its people. amazement of tlie waiters. With any one of these three dishes, and a glass of Bavarian or Amsterdam beer, an honest man may he said to have dined. As for wine, whoever has the cramp in his purse will not talk of wine in Holland, since it is extremely dear ; but as purses here are pretty generally robust, almost all middle-class Dutchmen and their betters drink it; and there ai'e certainly few countries where so great a variety and abundance of foreign wines are found as in Holland, French and Rhine wines especially. It is unnecessary to say that Holland is famous for its liquors, and that the most famous of all is that called, from the little town where it is manufactured, Schiedam. There ai'e two hundred manufactories of it at Schiedam, which is distant but a few miles from Rotterdam ; and to give an idea of the quanti- ty made, I need only mention that thirty thousand swine are fed yearly with the refuse of the distil- leries. This famous liquor, when tasted for the first time, is usually accompanied by a triple oath that the taster will never drink another drop of it, if he live a hundred years ; but as the French proverb says, " Who drinks, will drink again," and one begins the second time with a morsel of susrar, and then with less, and finally with none at all, until at last, Ti07'rihile dictu, on pretence of damp and fog, one swallows two small glasses with the ease of a sailor. Next, in order of excellence, comes Curagoa, a fine, 1Rotter5am. 71 feminine liquor, less powerful than the Schiedam, but very much more so than the sickly sweet stufE that is sold under its name in other countries. After Curagoa, come many more, of all grades of strength and flavor, with which an expert drinker can give himself, according to his fancy, all the shades of inebriety — the mild, the strong, the talkative, the silent, and thus dispose his brains in such a way that he may see the world according as best suits his hu- mor, as one arranges an optical instrument, changing the colors of the lenses. The first time one dines in Holland there is a sur- prise at the moment of paying the bill. I had made a repast that would have been scanty for a Batavian but was quite sufficient for an Italian, and, from what I knew of the dearness of every thing in Holland, I expected one of those shocks to which, according to Theophile Gautier, the only possible answer is a pistol-shot. I was, then, pleasantly surprised when I was told that my account was forty cents, quarante sous ; and as in the great cities of Holland every kind of coin is current, I put down two silver francs, and waited for my friend to discover that he had made a mistake. But he looked at the money without any sign of reconsideration, and remarked with gravity : " Forty sous more, if you please." The explanation was simple enough. The mone- tary unit m Holland is the florin, which is worth two Italian lire (^francs) and four centimes ; conse- 72 IftoIlanC) anb tts people. quently the Dutch sou and centime are worth just double the Italian soldo and centime ; hence my delu- sion and its cure. Rotterdam in the evening presents an unusual asj)ect to the stranger's eye. Whilst in other north- ern cities at a certain hour of the night all the life is concentrated in the houses, at Rotterdam at that hour it expands into the street. The Hoog Straat is filled until far into the night with a dense throng, the shops are open, because the servants make their purchases in the evening, and the cafes crowded. Dutch cafes are peculiar. In general there is one long room, divided in the middle by a green curtain, which is drawn down at evening and conceals the back part, which is the only part lighted ; the front part, closed from the street by large glass doors, is in darkness, so that from without only dark shadowy forms can be seen, and the burning points of cigars, like so many fire- flies. Among these dark forms, the vague profile of a woman who prefers darkness to light may be detected here and there. Next in interest after the cafe come the tobacco shops. There is one at almost every step, and they are without excejation the finest in Europe, even sur- passing the great tobacco shops of Madrid, where Havana tobacco is sold. In these shops, resplen- dent with lights like the Parisian cafes, may be found cigars of every form and flavor ; and the cour- teous merchant hands you your purchase neatly done ■Rotterdam. 73 up in fine thin paper, after having cut off the end of one cigai' with a little machine. Dutch shops are illuminated in the most splendid manner ; and although in themselves they differ but little from those of other European cities, they still have a peculiar aspect at night because of the con- trast between the ground-floor and the rest of the house. Below all is light, color, splendor, and crys- tal ; above, the dark house-front, with its strange angles, steps, and curves. The upper part is old Holland — simple, dark, and silent ; the lower part is the new — life, fashion, luxury, elegance. Besides this, as all the houses are very narrow, and the shops occupy the entire ground-floor, and are set closely one beside the other, at night, in streets like the Hoog Straat, there is not a bit of wall to be seen, the houses seem to have their ground-floors built of glass, and the street is bordered on either side by two long lines of brilliant illumination, inundating it with light, so that any one can see to pick up a pin. Walking through Rotterdam in the evening, it is evident that the city is teeming with life and in process of expansion ; a youthful city, still growing, and feeling herself every year more and more pressed for room in her streets and houses. In a not far distant future, her hundred and fourteen thousand inhabitants will have increased to two hundred thousand. The smaller streets swarm with chil- dren ; there is an overflow of life and movement 74 Ibollanb an& its people. that cheers the eye and heart; a kind of holiday air. The white and rosy faces of the servant-maids, whose white caps gleam on every side ; the serene visages of shopkeepers slowly imbibing great glassf uls of beer ; the peasants with their monstrous ear-rings ; the cleanliness ; the flowers in the win- dows ; the tranquil and laborious throng ; — all give to Rotterdam an aspect of healthful and peaceful content, which brings to the lips the chant of Te Beata, not with the ciy of enthusiasm, but with the smile of sympathy. When I came back to my hotel, I found a French family occupied in the hall admiring the nails in a door, which looked like so many silver buttons. The next morning, looking out of my window on the second floor, and observing the roofs of the opposite houses, I recognized, with astonishment, that Bismarck was excusable when he imagined that he saw spectres on the roofs of the Rotterdam houses. From every chimney of all the older buildings rise tubes, curved or straight, crossing and recrossing each other like open arms, like enormous horns, forked, and in every kind of fantastic attitude, and looking very much as if they had a mutual under- standing and might fly about at night with brooms. Upon descending into the Hoog Straat, I found it ffl5alb=3ctrvant. IRotterbam. 75 was a holiday and very few shops were open ; even those few, I was told, would have been closed not many years ago, but now the observance of religious forms, which had once been very rigorous, is beginning to relax. I saw signs of holiday in the dress of the people, especially the men, who — above all, those of the inferior classes — have a manifest sympathy for black clothes, and generally wear them on a Sunday : black cravat, black trousers, and a long black surtout reaching to the knee — a costume which, combined with their slow motions and grave faces, gives them rather the look of a village mayor on his way to assist at an official Te Deum. But what astonished me was to see, at that early hour, almost every one, rich and poor, men and boys, with a cigar in their mouths. This ill-omened habit of " dreaming with the eyes open," to quote Emile de Girardin in his attack upon smokers, occupies so large a part in the lives of the Dutch people, that I must devote a few Avords to it. The Hollanders are, perhaps, of all the northern peoples, those who smoke the most. The humidity of their climate makes it almost a necessity, and the very moderate cost of tobacco renders it accessible to all. To show how deeply rooted is the habit, it is enough to say that the boatmen of the treksclndt, the aquatic diligence of Holland, measure distances by smoke. From here, they say, to such and such a place, it is, not so many miles, but so many pipes. 76 "IboUanb anb its people. When you enter a house, after the first salutations, your host offers you a cigar ; when you take leave, he hands you another, and often insists upon filling your cigar-case. In the streets you see persons light- ing a fresh cigar with the burning stump of the last one, without pausing in their walk, and with the busy air of people who do not wish to lose a moment of time or a mouthful of smoke. Many go to sleep with pipe in mouth, relight it if they wake in the night, and again in the morning before they step out of bed. " A Dutchman," says Diderot, " is a living alembic." It really does appear that smoking is for him a necessaiy vita^ function. Many people think that so much smoke dulls the intelligence. Never- theless, if there be a people, as Esquiroz justly observes, whose intellect is of the clearest and high- est precision, it is the Dutch people. Again, in Holland the cigar is not an excuse for idleness, nor do they smoke in order to dream with their eyes open ; every one goes about his business puffing out white clouds of smoke, with the regularity of a fac- tory chimney, and the cigar, instead of being a mere distraction, is a stimulant and an aid to labor. " Smoke," said a Hollander to me, " is our second breath." Another defined the cigar as the sixth finger of the hand. Here, apropos of tobacco, I am tempted to record the life and death of a famous Dutch smoker ; but I am a little afraid of the shrugs of my Dutch friends, IRotter&am. 77 who, relating to me the story, lamented much that when foreigners wrote about Holland they were so apt to neglect things important and honorable to the country, while they occupied themselves with trifles of that nature. It appears to me, however, to be a trifle of so new and original a type, that I cannot restrain my pen. There was, then, once upon a time, a rich gentle- man of Rotterdam, of the name of Van Klaes, who was surnamed Father Great-pipe because he was old, fat, and a great smoker. Tradition relates that he had honestly amassed a fortune as a merchant in India, and that he was a kind-hearted and good- tempered man. On his return from India, he built a beautiful palace near Rotterdam, and in this palace he collected and arranged, as in a museum, all the models of pipes that had ever seen the sun, in all countries and in every time, from those used by the antique barbarian to smoke his hemp, up to the splendid pipes of meerschaum and ambei', carved in relief and bound with gold, such as are seen in the richest Parisian shops. The museum was open to strangers, and to every one who visited it, Van Klaes, after having displayed his vast erudition in the matter of smoking, presented a catalogue of the museum bound in velvet, and filled his j)ockets with cigars and tobacco. Mynheer van Klaes smoked a hundred and fifty grammes of tobacco per day, and died at the age of 78 ttollanb anb its people. ninety-eight years ; so that, if we suppose that he began to smoke at eighteen years of age, in the course of his life he had smoked four thousand three hundred and eighty-three kilogrammes ; with which quantity of tobacco an uninteiTupted black line of twenty French leagues in length might be formed. With all this, Mynheer van Klaes showed himself a much greater smoker in death than he had been in life. Tradition has preserved all the par- ticulars of his end. There wanted but a few days to the completion of his ninety-eighth year, when he suddenly felt that his end was approaching. He sent for his notary, who was also a smoker of great merit, and without further preamble, " My good notary," said he, " fill my pipe and your own ; I am about to die." The notary obeyed ; and when both pipes were lighted. Van Klaes dictated his will, which became celebrated all over Holland. After having disposed of a large part of his ^^rop- erty in favor of relations, friends, and hospitals, he dictated the following article : " I desire that all the smokers in the country shall be invited to ray funeral, by all possible means, news- papers, private letters, circulars, and advertisements. Every smoker who shall accept the invitation shall receive a gift of ten pounds of tobacco and two pipes, upon which shall be engraved my name, my arms, and the date of my death. The pooi- of the district who shall follow my body to the grave shall TRotter5am. 79 receive eacli man, every year, on the anniversary of my death, a large parcel of tobacco. To all those who shall be present at the funeral ceremonies, I make the condition, if they wish to benefit by my will, that they shall smoke uninterruptedly through- out the duration of the ceremony. My body shall be enclosed in a case lined inside with the wood of my old Havana cigar-boxes. At the bottom of the case shall be deposited a box of French tobacco called ca/poral^ and a parcel of our old Dutch tobacco. At my side shall be laid my favorite pipe and a box of matches, because no one knows what may happen. When the coffin is deposited in the vault, every per- son present shall pass by and cast upon it the ashes of his pipe." The last will and testament of Mynheer van Klaes was rigorously carried out ; the funeral was splendid, and veiled in a thick cloud of smoke. The cook of the defunct, who was called Gertrude, to ^vhora her master had left a comfortable income, on condition that she should conquer her aversion to tobacco, accompanied the procession with a paper cigarette in her mouth; the poor blessed the memory of the beneficent deceased, and the whole country rang with his praises, as it still rings with his fame. Passing along the canal, I saw, with new effects, one of those rapid changes of weather that I have mentioned. All at once the sun vanished, the infi- nite variety of colors were dimmed, and an autumn 8o Ibollanb ant) Its people. wind began to blow. Then to tie cheerful, tranquil gayety of a moment before succeeded a kind of timid agitation. The branches of the trees rustled, the flags of the ships streamed out, the boats tied to the piles danced about, the water trembled, the thousand small objects about the houses swung to and fro, the arms of the windmills whirled more rapidly ; a win- try chill seemed to run through the whole city, and moved it as if with a mysterious menace. After a moment, the sun burst out again, and with it came color, peace, and cheer. The spectacle made me think that, after all, Holland is not, as many call it, a dreary country ; but rather very dreary at times, and at times very gay, according to the weather. It is in every thing the land of contrasts. Under the most capricious of skies dwell the least capricious of peoples ; and this solid, resolute, and orderly race has the most helter-skelter and disorderly architecture that can be seen in the world. Before entering the Rotterdam Museum, a few observations upon Dutch painting seem opportune, not for " those who know," be it understood, but for those who have forgotten. The Dutch school of painting has one quality which renders it particularly attractive to us Italians : it is of all others the most different from orr own, the very antithesis, or the opposite pole, of art. The Dutch and Italian schools are the two most oriirinal, or, as has been said, the only two to which the title IRotterbam. 8i rigorously belongs ; tlie others being only daughters, or younger sisters, more or less resembling them. Thus even in painting Holland offers that which is most sought after in travel and in books of travel : the new. Dutch painting was born with the liberty and in- dependence of Holland. As long as the northern and southern provinces of the Low Countries re- mained under the Spanish rule and in the Catholic faith, Dutch painters painted like Belgian painters ; they studied in Belgium, Germany, and Italy ; Heems- kerk imitated Michael Angelo ; Bloemaert followed Correggio, and Van Moor copied Titian, not to indicate others ; and they were one and all pedantic imitators, who added to the exaggerations of the Italian style a certain German coarseness, the result of which was a bastard style of painting, still in- ferior to the first, childish, stiff in design, crude in color, and completely wanting in chiaroscuro, but not, at least, a servile imitation, and becoming, as it were, a faint prelude of the true Dutch art that was to be. With the war of independence, liberty, reform, and painting also were renewed. With religious traditions fell artistic traditions ; the nude nymphs, Madonnas, saints, allegory, mythology, the ideal — all the old edifice fell to pieces. Holland, animated by a new life, felt the need of manifesting and expand- ing it in a new way ; the small country, become all 82 1bollan& anb its people. at once glorious and formidable, felt the desire for illustration; the faculties, which had been excited and strengthened in the grand undertaking of creat- ing a nation, now that the work was completed, overflowed and ran into new channels; the con- ditions of the country were favorable to the revival of art ; the supreme dangers were conjured away ; there was security, prosperity, a s]3lendid future ; the heroes had done their duty, and the artists were permitted to come to the front ; Holland, after many sacrifices and much suffering, issued victoriously from the struggle, lifted her face among her people and smiled. And that smile is Art. What that art would necessarily be, might have been guessed, even had no monument of it remained. A pacific, laborious, practical people, continually beaten down, to quote a great German poet, to pro- saic realities by the occupations of a vulgar, burgher life ; cultivating its reason at the expense of its imagination ; living, consequently, more in clear ideas than in beautiful images ; taking refuge from ab- stractions ; never darting its thoughts beyond that nature with which it is in perpetual battle ; seeing only that which is, enjoying only that which it can possess, making its happiness consist in the tranquil ease and honest sensuality of a life without violent passions or exorbitant desires ; — such a people must have tranquillity also in their art, they must love an art that pleases without startling the mind, which IRotter&am. 83 addresses tlie senses rather than the spirit, — an art full of repose, precision, and delicacy, though material like their lives ; in one word, a realistic art in which they can see themselves as they are, and as they are content to be. The artists began by tracing that which they saw before their eyes — the house. The long ^\dnters, the persistent rains, the dampness, the variableness of the climate, obliged the Hollander to stay \\-ithin doors the greater part of the year. He loved his little house, his shell, much better than we love our abodes, for the reason that he had more need of it, and stayed more within it ; he provided it with all sorts of conveniences, caressed it, made much of it ; he liked to look out from his well-stopped windows at the falling snow, and the drenching rain, and to hug himself with the thought : " Rage, tempest, I am warm and safe ! " Snug in his shell, his faithful housewife beside him, his children about him, he passed the long autumn and winter evenings in eat- ing much, drinking much, smoking much, and taking his well-earned ease after the cares of the day were over. The Dutch painters represented these houses and this life in little pictures, pi'oportionate to the size of the walls on which they were to hang ; the bed-chambers that make one feel a desire to sleeps, the kitchens, the tables set out, the fresh and smil- ing faces of the house-mothers, the men at their ease around the fire ; and with that conscientious realism 84 IbollanJ) anb its people. which never forsakes them, they depict the dozing cat, the yawning dog, the clucking hen, the broom, the vegetables, the scattered pots and pans, the chicken ready for the spit. Thus they represent life in all its scenes, and in every grade of the social scale — the dance, the conversazione, the orgy, the feast, the game ; and thus did Terburg, Metzu, Net scher, Douw, Mieris, Steen, Brauwer,.and Van Ostadt become famous. After depicting the house, they turned their atten- tion to the country. The stern climate allowed but a brief time for the admii'ation of nature, but for this very reason Dutch artists admired her all the more ; they saluted the spring with a livelier joy, and per- mitted that fugitive smile of heaven to stamp itself more deeply on their fancy. The country was not beautiful, but it was twice dear because it had been torn from the sea and from the foreign oppressor. The Dutch artist painted it lovingly ; he represented it simply, ingenuously, with a sense of intimacy which at that time was not to be found in Italian or Belgian landscape. The flat, monotonous country had, to the Dutch painter's eyes, a marvellous vari- ety. Pie caught all the mutations of the sky, and knew the value of the water, with its reflections, its grace and freshness, and its power of illuminating every thing. Having no mountains, he took the dykes for background ; and with no forests, he im- parted to a simple group of trees all the mystery of "Kotterbam. 85 a forest ; and he animated the whole with beautiful animals and white sails. The subjects of their pictures are poor enough — a windmill, a canal, a gray sky ; — but how they make one think ! A few Dutch painters, not content with nature in their own country, came to Italy in search of hills, luminous skies, and famous ruins ; and an- other band of select artists is the result, Both, Swane- velt, Pynacker, Breenberg, Van Laer, Asselyn. But the palm remains with the landscapists of Holland, with Wynants the painter of morning, with Van der Neer the painter of night, with Ruysdael the painter of melancholy, with Hobbema the illustrator of wind- mills, cabins, and kitchen-gardens, and with others who have restricted themselves to the expression of the enchantment of nature as she is in Holland. Simultaneously with landscape art was born an- other kind of painting, especially peculiar to Holland — animal painting. Animals are the riches of the country; and that magnificent race of cattle which has no rival in Europe for fecundity and beauty. The Hollanders, who owe so much to them, treat them, one may say, as part of the population ; they wash them, comb them, dress them, and love them clearly. They are to be seen everywhere ; they are reflected in all the canals, and dot with points of black and white the immense fields that stretch on every side, giving an air of peace and comfort to every place, and exciting in the spectator's heart a 86 IboUanC) anb its people. sentiment of arcadian gentleness and patriarchal serenity. The Dutch artists studied these animals in all their varieties, in all their habits, and divined, as one may say, their inner life and sentiments, ani- mating the ti^anquil beauty of the landscape v^^ith their forms. Rubens, Snyders, Paul de Vos, and othei' Belgian painters, had drawn animals with ad- mirable mastery, but all these are surpassed by the Dutch artists Van der Velde, Berghem, Karel de Jardyn, and by the prince of animal painters, Panl Potter, whose famous " Bull," in the gallery of The Hague, deserves to be placed in the Vatican beside the " Transfiguration " by Raphael. In yet another field are the Dutch painters great — the sea. The sea, their enemy, their power, and their glory, forever threatening their country, and entering in a hundred ways into their lives and for- tunes ; that turbulent North Sea, full of sinister colors, with a light of infinite melancholy upon it, beating forever upon a desolate coast, must subjugate the imagination of the artist. He, indeed, passes long hours on the shore, contemplating its tremen- dous beauty, ventures upon its waves to study the effects of tempests, buys a vessel and sails with his wife and family, observing and making notes, follows the fleet into battle, and takes part in the fight ; and in this way are made marine painters like Willem van der Velde the elder, and Willem the younger, like Backhuysen, Dubbels, and Stork. IRotterbam. 87 Another kind of painting was to arise in Holland, as the expression of the character of the people and of republican manners. A people which without greatness had done so many great things, as Michelet says, must have its heroic painters, if we may call them so, destined to illustrate men and events. But this school of painting — precisely because the people were without greatness, or, to express it better, with- out the form of greatness, modest, inclined to con- sider all equal before the country, because all had done their duty, abhorring adulation, and the glorifi- cation in one alone of the virtues and the triumphs of many, — this school has to illustrate not a few men who have excelled, and a few extraordinaiy facts, but all classes of citizenship gathered among the most ordinary and pacific of burgher life. From this come the great pictures which represent five, ten, thirty persons together, arquebusiers, mayors, officers, professors, magistrates, administrators, seated or standing around a table, feasting and conversing, of life size, most faithful likenesses, grave, open faces, expressing that secure serenity of conscience by which may be divined rather than seen the nobleness of a life consecrated to one's country, the character of that strong, laborious epoch, the masculine virtues of that excellent generation ; all this set off' by the fine costume of the time, so admirably combining grace and dignity: those gorgets, those doublets, those black mantles, those silken scarfs and ribbons, those 88 t)oUan& an& Its people. arms acd banners. In this field stand pre-eminent Van der Heist, Hals, Govaert Flink, and Bol. Descending from the consideration of the various kinds of painting, to the special manner by means of which the artist excelled in treatment, one leads all the rest as the distinctive feature of Dutch paint- ing — the light. The light in Holland, by reason of the particular conditions of its manifestations, could not fail to give rise to a special manner of painting. A pale light, waving with marvellous mobility through an atmos- phere impregnated with vapor, a nebulous veil con- tinually and abruptly torn, a perpetual struggle between light and shadow, such was the spectacle which attracted the eye of the artist. He began to observe and to reproduce all this agitation of the heavens, this struggle which animates with varied and fantastic life the solitude of nature in Holland ; and in representing it the struggle passed into his soul, and instead of representing, he created. Then he caused the two elements to contend under his hand ; he accumulated darkness that he might split and seam it with all manner of luminous effects and sudden gleams of light ; sunbeams darted through the rifts, sunset reflections and the yellow rays of lamp-light were blended with delicate manipulation into mysterious shadows, and their dim depths were peopled with half -seen forms ; and thus he created all sorts of contrasts, enigmas, play -and effect of IRotter&am. 89 strange and unexpected chiaroscuro. In this field, among many, stand conspicuous Gerard Douw, the author of the famous four-candle picture, and the great magician and sovereign illuminator, Rembrandt. Another marked feature of Dutch painting was to be color. Besides the generally accepted reasons that in a country where there are no mountainous horizons, no varied prospects, no great coup d'ceil, no forms, in short, that lend themselves to design, the artist's eye must inevitably be attracted by color, and that this must be peculiarly the case in Holland, where the uncertain light, the fog-veiled atmosphere, confuse and blend the outlines of all objects, so that the eye, unable to fix itself upon the form, flies to color as the principal attribute that nature presents to it ; — besides these reasons, there is the fact that in a country so flat, so uniform, and so gray as Hol- land, there is the same need of color as in southern lands there is need of shade. The Dutch artists did but follow the imperious taste of their countrymen, who painted their houses in vivid colors, as well as their ships, and in some places the trunks of their trees and the palings and fences of their fields and gardens ; -whose dress was of the gayest, richest hues ; who loved tulips and hyacinths even to madness. And thus the Dutch painters were potent colorists, and Rembrandt was their chief. Realism, natural to the calmness and slowness of the Dutch character, was to give to their art yet an- 90 IboIIanI) anb its people. other distinctive feature, finisli, whicli was carried to the very extreme of possibility. It is truly said that the leading quality of the people may be found in their pictures, viz., patience. Every thing is repre- sented with the minuteness of a daguerreotype ; every vein in the wood of a piece of furniture, every fibre in a leaf, the threads of cloth, the stitches in a patch, every hair upon an animal's coat, eveiy wrinkle in a man's face; every thing finished with microscopic precision, as if done with a fairy pencil, or at the expense of the painter's eyes and reason. In reality a defect rather than an excellence, since the office of painting is to represent not what is, but what the eye sees, and the eye does not see every thing ; but a defect carried to such a pitch of perfec- tion that one admires, and does not find fault. In this respect the most famous prodigies of patience were Douw, Mieris, Potter, Yan der Heist, and, more or less, all the Dutch painters. But realism, which gives to Dutch art so original a stamp, and such admirable qualities, is yet the root of its most serious defects. The artists, desirous only of representing material truths, gave to their figures no expression save that of their physical sentiments. Grief, love, enthusiasm, and the thousand delicate shades of feeling that have no name, or take a differ- ent one with the different causes that give rise to them, they express rarely, or not at all. For them the heart does not beat, the eye does not weep, the IRotterbam. 91 lips do not quiver. One whole side of tlie human soul, the noblest and highest, is wanting in their pictures. More, in their faithful reproduction of every thing, even the ugly, and especially the ugly, they end by exaggerating even that, making defects into deformities, and portraits into caricatures ; they calumniate the national type ; they give a burlesque and graceless aspect to the human countenance. In order to have the proper background for such fig- ures, they are constrained to choose trivial subjects ; hence the great number of pictures representing beer-shops, and drinkers with grotesque, stupid faces, in absurd attitudes, ugly women, and ridicu- lous old men ; scenes in which one can almost hear the brutal laughter and the obscene words. Looking at these pictures, one would naturally conclude that Holland was inhabited by the ugliest and most ill- mannered people on the earth. We will not speak of greater and worse license. Steen, Potter, and Brauwer, the great Rembrandt himself, have all painted incidents that are scarcely to be mentioned to civilized ears, and certainly should not be looked at. But even setting aside these excesses, in the picture-galleries of Holland there is to be found nothing that elevates the mind, or moves it to high and gentle thoughts. You admire, you enjoy, you laugh, you stand pensive for a moment before some canvas ; but, coming out, you feel that something is lacking to your pleasure, you experience a desire to 92 IboUant) ant) its people. look upon a handsome countenance, to read inspired verses, and sometimes you catch yourself murmuring, half unconsciously : " Oh, Raphael ! " Finally, thei'e are still two important excellences to be recorded of this school of painting — its variety, and its importance as the expression, the mirror, so to speak, of the country. If we except Rembrandt, with his group of followers and imitators, almost all the other artists differ very much from one another ; no other school presents so great a number of origi- nal masters. The realism of the Dutch painters is born of their common love of nature ; but each one has shown in his work a kind of love peculiarly his own; each one has rendered a different impression which he has received from nature ; and all, starting from the same point, which was the worship of ma- terial truth, have arrived at separate and distinct goals. Their realism, then, inciting them to disdain nothing as food for the pencil, has so acted that Dutch art succeeds in representing Holland more comjDletely than has ever been accomplished by any other school in any other country. It has been truly said that should every other visible witness of the existence of Holland in the seventeenth century — her period of greatness — vanish from the earth, and the pictures remain, in them would be found pre- served entire the city, the country, the ports, the ships, the markets, the shops, the costumes, the arms, the linen, the stuffs, the merchandise, the IRotterOam. 93 kitchen utensils, the food, the pleasures, the habits, the religious belief and superstitions, the qualities and defects of the people ; and all this, which is great praise for literature, is no less praise for her sister art. But there is one great hiatus in Dutch art, the reason for which can scarcely be found in the pacific and modest disposition of the people. This art, so profoundly national in all other respects, has, with the exception of a few naval battles, completely neglected all the great events of the War of Inde- pendence, among which the sieges of Lej^den and of Haarlem alone would have been enough to have inspired a whole legion of painters. A war of almost a century in duration, full of strange and terrible vicissitudes, has not been recorded in one single memorable painting. Art, so varied and so conscientious in its records of the country and its people, has represented no scene of that great tra- gedy, as William the Silent prophetically named it, which cost the Dutch people, for so long a time, so many different emotions of terror, of pain, of rage, of joy, and of pride ! The splendor of art in Holland is dimmed by that of political greatness. Almost all the great painters were born in the first thirty years of the seventeenth century, or in the last part of the sixteenth ; all wei'e dead after the first ten years of the eighteenth, and after them there were no more ; Holland had ex- 94 1bolIan5 anb Its people. hausted her fecundity. Already towards the end of the seventeenth century the national sentiment had grown weaker, taste had become corrupted, the in- spiration of the painters had declined with the moral energies of the nation. In the eighteenth century, the artists, as if they were tired of nature, went back to mythology, to classicism, to conventionali- ties ; the imagination grew cold, style was impover- ished, every spark of the antique genius was extinct. Dutch art still showed to the world the wonderful flowers of Van Huysum, the last great lover of nature, and then folded her tired hands, and let the flowers fall upon his tomb. The actual gallery of pictures of Rotterdam con- tains but a small number, among which there are very few by the first artists, and none of the great chefs-d''(x,uvre of Dutch painting. Three hundred pictures and thirteen hundred drawings were de- stroyed in a fire in 1864 ; and of what remained the greater part come from one Jacob Otto Boymans, ■who left them in his will to the city. In this gallery, therefore, one may enter to make acquaint- ance with some particular artist, rather than to admire the Dutch school. In one of the first rooms may be seen a few sketches of naval battles, signed with the name of Willem van der Velde, considered as the greatest marine painter of his time, son of Willem, called the elder, also a marine painter. Father and son had IRotterDam. 95 the good-fortune to live in the time of the great maritime wars between Holland, England, and France, and saw the battles with their own eyes. The States of Holland placed a small frigate at the disposition of the elder Van der Velde ; the son accompanied his father, and both made their sketches in the midst of the cannon-smoke, sometimes pushing their vessel so near as to cause the admiral to order their withdrawal. Van der Velde the younger greatly surpassed his father, and painted, in general, small pictures- — a gray sky, a calm sea, and a sail ; but so done that, when fixing your eyes upon them, you seem to smell the briny breezes of the ocean, and the frame appears changed into an open window. This Van der Velde belonged to that group of Dutch painters who loved the water with a kind of fury, and painted, it may be said, upon it. Of these also was Backhuysen, a marine painter of great repute in his own time, and whom Peter the Great, Avhen in Amsterdam, chose for his master. Backhuysen re- lates of himself, that he went out in a small boat in the midst of a tempest to observe the movement of the waves, and he and his boatmen i-an such fearful risks that the latter, more solicitous for their own lives than for his picture, took him back to land, in spite of his orders to the contrary. John Grifiier did more. He bought a small vessel at London, which he furnished like a house, and installing his wife and family on board, sailed about in search of views. A 96 IbolIanCi anCi its people. tempest having wrecked his vessel on a sand -bank and destroyed every thing he possessed, he, saved by a miracle with his family, went to live at Rotterdam ; but soon tiring of life on land, Griffier bought an- other wretched old boat, recommenced his voyages, and a second time risked his life near Dordrecht ; but he still persisted in sailing about as before. In marine painting, the gallery of Rotterdam has little to show ; but landscape is worthily represented by two pictures by Ruysdael, the greatest of the Dutch painters of rural scenes. These two pictures represent his favorite subjects — namely, woody and solitary places, which inspire, like all his pictures, a vague sentiment of melancholy. The great power of this artist, who stands alone among his brother painters for delicacy of mind and a singular superi- ority of education, lies in his sentiment. It has been justly said that he makes use of landscape to express his own bitterness and weariness, his own dreams, and that he contemplates his country with a sort of sadness, and creates groves of trees in which to hide it. The veiled light of Holland is the image of his soul ; no one feels more exquisitely its melancholy sweetness ; no one represents like him, with a ray of languid light, the sad smile of some afflicted creature. It follows as a matter of course that so exceptional a nature was not appreciated by his countrymen till long after his death. Near one of Ruysdael's pictures is a group of "Kotterbam. 97 flowers by a woman painter, Rachel Ruysch, the wife of a portrait-painter of note, born in the second half of the sixteenth century, and dying, pencil in hand, at eighty years of age, after having proved to her husband and the world that a ^voman may pas- sionately cultivate the fine arts and still find time to bear and bring up ten children. And since I have mentioned the wife of one artist, it may be here noted, en passant, that a pleasant book might be written upon the wives of the Dutch painters, as well for the variety of their adventures as for the important part which they take in the history of art. Many of them we know by sight from their portraits, made in company with their husbands, their children, their cats, and their hens ; and biographers speak of them, denying or confirm- ing reports concerning their conduct. Some even venture to hint that the greater part of these ladies did great wrongs to painting. To me it appears that there were faults on both sides. As for Rembrandt, we know that the happiest period of his life was that between his first marriage and the death of his wife, the daughter of a burgomaster of Leeuwarden ; pos- terity, therefore, owes this lady a debt of gratitude. We know, also, that Van der Heist married, when already advanced in life, a lovely young girl against whom there is nothing to be said ; and posterity has to thank her as well, for having cheered the declin- ing years of that great artist. It is true that all the 7 98 t)ollan5 anb Its people. wives of the Dutch painters cannot be spoken of in the same terms. The first of the two wives of Steen, for example, was a frivolous woman who left the beer-shop which she had inherited from her father to fall into ruin ; and the second, if all is true that is said of her, was unfaithful to him. The second wife of Heemskerk was a swindler, and her husband was obliged to go about making excuses for her misdeeds. The wife of Hondekoeter was an odd, illtempered woman, who obliged him to pass his evenings at a tavern in order to be rid of her. The wife of Berghem was an insatiable miser, who would wake him abruptly when he fell asleep over his brushes, and make him work to gain money, while the poor man was constrained to resort to subterfuge in order to retain a little of his own earnings, to buy himself an engraving or two. On the other hand, we should never have done were we to attempt to exhaust the misdeeds of the gentlemen. The painter Griffier forced his wife to go about the world in a boat ; the painter Veenir got leave of his spouse to go and spend four months in Rome, and stayed four years ; Karel de Jardyn married a rich old woman to pay his debts, and, when they were all paid, left her ; Molyn had his wife murdered that he might marry a Grenoese. We leave in doubt whether poor Paul Potter was betrayed or no by the wife he loved so madly ; and whether the great flower-painter, Huysum, who was devoured by jeal- IRotteriam. 99 ousy in the midst of riches and honors, for a wife no longer young or handsome, had any real cause for jealousy, or was merely driven wild with suspicion by the manoeuvres of his envious rivals. As an ap- propriate finish, let us honorably record the three wives of Eglon van der Neer, who crowned him with twenty -five children, which did not, however, prevent him from painting a great number of pictures of every kind, from making numerous journeys, and from cultivating many tulips. There are in the gallery of Rotterdam a few small pictures by Albert Cuyp, who " gave a part of him- self " to Dutch art, and who, in the course of a very long life, painted portraits, landscapes, animals, flow- ers, winter scenes, moonlight, marine subjects, figures, and left on them all the stamp of original genius ; nevertheless, like all the Dutch painters of his day, he was so unfortunate that, up to 1750, or more than fifty years after his death, his best pictures sold for one hundred francs, pictures which are now valued, in England, not in Holland, at one hundred thousand. Almost all his works are now in England. I should not say a word about Heemskerk's " Christ at the Sepulchre," if it were not that it gives occasion to make known the artist, who was one of the most singular beings that ever walked the earth. Van Veen, for that was his name, was born in the village of Heemskerk, at the end of the fif- teenth century, and flourished during the period of 100 IboUanJ) an& its people. Italian imitation. He was the son of a peasant, and althougli lie showed some disposition towards paint- ing, seemed destined to remain a peasant. He be- came an artist, like many others, by an accident. His father was a man of violent temper, and the son was terribly in fear of him. One day poor Van Veen threw down the Jug of milk, his father rushed at him, and he took to flight and passed the night in hiding out-of-doors. In the morning his mother found him, agreed with him that it would not be prudent to brave the paternal wrath, gave him a small store of linen and a little money, and sent him off to seek his fortune. The boy went to Haarlem, obtained entrance into the school of a painter of note, studied, succeeded, and went to Rome to perfect himself. He did not become a great artist, for imi- tation of Italian art was injurious to him. He treated the nude stiffly, and had a mannered style ; but he was a productive painter and was well paid, and never had reason to regret his peasant life. But here comes in his peculiarity ; he was, accord- ing to his biographers, incredibly, morbidly, madly timid ; insomuch, that when he knew that the arqu- busiers were going to pass by, he fled to the roofs and steeples, and shook with terror even there at the dis- tant gleam of arms. And if any one doubt this, there is a fact recorded of him which cannot be questioned : that finding himself in the city of Haarlem when the Spaniards laid siege to it, the magistrates, knowing IRotterbam. loi his weakness, gave him leave to quit the city before the fight began, perhaps because they foresaw that if he did not do that he would die of fright ; and he fled to Amsterdam, leaving his fellow-citizens at their greatest need. Other Dutch artists — since I am speaking of the men and not of their works — like Heemskerk, owed to an accident their success as painters. Everdingen, a landscape painter of the first rank, owed it to a tempest which threw his ship on the coast of Nor- way, Avhere he remained, and, under the inspiration of the grand natural features there, created an origi- nal type of landscape. Cornelius Vroom also owed his fortune to a ship wreck. He had sailed for Spain with some religious pictures ; his ship was wrecked off the Portuguese coast ; the poor artist was saved with others on an uninhabited island. They remained two days with- out food, and gave themselves up for lost, when they were succoured by some monks of a convent on the coast, to whom the sea had carried, with the carcass of the ship, the pictures that were in it, and the monks had found them admirable ; and so Cornelius was saved, sheltered, and encoui-aged to paint ; and the profound emotions experienced in his shipwreck gave a new and powerful impulse to his genius, and made him a true artist. And another, Hans Fredeman, the famous painter of deceptions — he who painted in so masterly a man- 102 "Ibollanb ant) its ipseople. ner the doors of a liall in imitation of columns, tliat Charles V. turned back after entering, thinking that the wall had closed behind him by enchantment ; the same Hans Fredeman who painted palings that turned aside the passenger, and doors which people tried to open — owed his fortune to a treatise on architecture by Vitruvius, which he received by chance from a carpenter. There is a fine little picture by Steen, representing a doctor pretending to perform the operation for the stone upon a man who imagines himself ill. An old woman receives the stone in a basin, the patient yells at the top of his lungs, and some laughing spectators look in at a window. When we say that this picture makes you burst into a shout of laughter, we have said all that need be said. This Steen is, after Rembrandt, the most original of the Dutch figure-painters ; he is one of the few artists who, once known, whether we class him as great, or place him only in the second rank, remains a fixture in our minds for ever. After having seen his pictures, you cannot meet a drunken man, a buf- foon, a cripple, a dwarf, a deformed visage, a ridicu- lous grimace, a grotesque attitude, without instantly remembering one of his figures. All the gradations, all the stupidity of drunkenness, all the coarse license of an orgy, all the frenzy of the basest pleasures, the cynicism of the lowest vice, the buffoonery of the maddest ruffianism, all the most bestial emotions, all IRotterbam. 103 tlie most ignoble aspects of tavern life, lie has por- trayed with the insolence and brutality of a man without scruples, and with a comic force and fire, a very madness of inspiration, which cannot be expressed in words. Many volumes have been written upon him, and many diverse judgments pronounced. His warmest admirers have attributed to him a moral intention — the purpose of making low vices hateful, by painting them in all their naked hideousness, as the Spartans showed the drunken Helots to their sons. Others see nothing in his pictures but the spontaneous and instinctive expression of the tastes and disposition of the artist, represented with coarse vulgarity. How- ever that may be, it is beyond a doubt that Steen's pictures are to be considered as satires upon vice ; and in this he is superior to almost all the other Dutch painters, who restricted themselves to a sim- ple naturalism. Hence he is called the Dutch Hogarth, the jovial philosopher, the profoundest student of the manners of his countrymen ; and among his admirers there is one who said that if Steen had been born in Rome instead of Leyden, and had had Michael Angelo instead of Van Goyen for a master, he would have been one of the greatest artists in the world ; and there is another who has discovered I know not what analogy between him and Raphael. Less general is the admiration for the technical qualities of his pictures, in which the deli- I04 1bollan5 anb its people. cacy and vigor of otlier artists, siich as Ostade, Mieris, and Douw, are not to be found. But considering even tlie satirical character of his work, it may be said that Steen often overshot his mark, if mark he had. His burlesque fury often overpowered his sentiment of reality ; his figures, instead of being only ridiculous, became monstrous, hardly human, resembling rather beasts than men ; and he multi- plied such figures in a way to excite nausea rather than laughter, and a feeling of anger that human nature should be so outraged. There has always been much question as to his manner of life. Volumes have been written to prove that he was a drunkard, and other volumes to prove the contrary ; and, as usual, there are exaggerations on both sides. He kept a beer-shop at Delft, and did badly ; he then set up a tavern, and came to grief. It is said that he was himself the most assiduous customer of the latter, that he drank up all the wine, and, when the cellar was empty, took down the sign, closed the doors, set himself to painting in hot haste, then sold the pictures, bought more wine, and began again as before. It is also said that he paid directly with the pictures, and that consequently most of his work was in the possession of the wine merchants. It is difiicult, truly, to ex- plain how, being always in difficulties, he could have painted so large a number of admirable pictures ; but it is not less difficult to understand why he loved TRotterSam. 105 such subjects if he were leading a sober and orderly life. Certain it is that, especially in the last years of his life, he committed all sorts of extravagances. He studied at first in the school of Van Goyen, a land- scape-painter of note ; but genius worked in him far more than study ; he divined the rules of his art ; and if he sometimes painted too black, as one of his critics declares, the fault probably lay in some bottle too much at dinner. Steen is not the only Dutch artist who is accused of drunkenness. There was a time when almost all of them passed a good part of the day at the tavern, drinking, and coming to blows, and issuing forth all bruised and bloody. In a poem upon the works of Karel van Mander, the first who wrote the history of painting in the Low Countries, there is a passage against the vice of drunkenness and the habit of fighting, which says, among other things : " Be sober, and act so that the ill-omened proverb of ' debauched as a painter ' shall be changed into ' temperate as an artist.' " Mieris, to cite only the most famous, was a great drinker ; Van Goyen a sot ; Frans Hals, Brauwer's master, a wine sponge ; Brauwer an incorrigible haunter of taverns ; Cor- nelisz and Hondekoeter both devoted to the bottle. Of the minor lights, some died of drink ; and in their deaths the Dutch painters saw strange vicis- situdes. The great Rembrandt died in straitened circumstances, almost unknown to all ; Hobbema io6 HjoIlanJ) anb its people. died at Amsterdam in tlie poor quarter ; Steen died in misery ; Brauwer in the hospital ; Andrew Both and Henry Verschuring were drowned ; Bloe maert was killed in a duel ; Karel Fabritius was blown up in a powder-mill ; John Schotel died, brush in hand, of apoplexy; Paul Potter died of consumption ; Luke of Leyden was poisoned. So what between sudden death, debauchery, and jeal- ousy, many of the Dutch painters cannot be said to have had a very happy lot. There is in the gallery at Rotterdam a fine head by Rembrandt ; a brigand scene by Wouverman, the great horse and battle painter ; a landscape by Van Goyen, the painter of dead sands and leaden skies ; a sea-piece by Backhuysen, the painter of storms ; a Berghem, the painter of smiling land- scapes ; an Everdingen, the painter of cascades and forests ; and other works, Flemish and Italian. Coming out of the museum I met a company of soldiers, the first Dutch soldiers I had seen, dressed in dark uniforms, without visible ornament, blonde from first to last, with long fair hail", and an air of good-humor that made their arms seem incongruous. At Rotterdam, a city of more than one hundred thousand inhabitants, there are thfee hundred sol- diers in garrison ! And Rotterdam has, among the cities of Holland, the reputation of being the most turbulent and dangerous ! Not long ago, indeed, there was a popular demonstration against the city IRotter&am. 107 government, in the course of whicli a few windows were broken ; but in a country that goes by clock- work, as this does, it seemed a great affair, the State was much excited, and cavahy came from The Hague. It is not to be concluded, however, that the people are all sugar ; on the contrary, the inhabitants of Rotterdam themselves acknowledge that the lower orders (what Carducci calls the Santa Oanaglia) are, as in other places, of the worst possible reputation ; and the scarcity of the garrison is rather a provoca- tion to license than a proof of public morals. Rotterdam is not, as I have said, a literary or artis- tic city ; indeed, it is one of the few Dutch cities that have never produced any great painter ; a ster- ility Avhich it shares with the interior of Zealand But Erasmus is not its sole literary glory. In a small park A'vhich lies to the right of the city, on the shore of the Meuse, stands a marble statue of the poet ToUens, who was born toward the end of the last century, and who died not long since. This Tollens, rather audaciously called by some the Dutch Beran- ger, was a popular poet of the country ; one of those poets, simple, moral, full of good-sense, with rather more good-sense than inspiration, treating poetry very much as a matter of business, never writing a word that could give umbrage to their wise relations and friends, singing their good God and their good king, expressing the character of their tranquil, practical, fellow-citizens, and aiming to say just io8 1boIlan& an6 its lC>eople. things rather than great things ; and, above all, cultivating poetry at an advanced age, like prudent fathers of families, Avithout abstracting a moment from the duties of their profession. Like man}' other Dutch poets (but of another nature and an- other genius than his), as, for example, Vondel, who was a hatter ; Hooft, Governor of Muyden ; Van Lennep, Procurator Fiscal ; Gravenswaei't, Councillor of State ; and others, ToUens was an apothecary at Rotterdam, and passed his days in his drug-shop. He was a loving father to his children, as he has demonstrated in numerous verses celebrating the cutting of their first, second, and third teeth. He wrote canzoni and odes upon familiar and patri- otic subjects, among them the national hymn of Hol- land — a very mediocre affair, which is, however, sung about the streets and in the schools, — and a little poem, which is, perhaps, his best, upon the ex- pedition attempted by the Dutch, toward the end of the sixteenth century, to the polar seas. The people have all his verses by heart, and consider him their most faithful friend and interpreter. But for all that, ToUens is not considered, even in Hol- land, a poet of the first order ; and some even refuse him the sacred laurel altogether. For the rest, if Rotterdam is not a literary or ar- tistic city, she has instead an extraordinary number of philanthropic institutions, splendid reading-rooms where all the journals of Europe can be found, IRotterbam. 109 and all the conveniences and amusements of a ricli and prosperous city. On the morning that I left Kotterdam, I saw a new and very Dutch spectacle in the street through which I passed to go to the Delft railway-station. The house-cleaning that goes on t^vice a week in the early morning was in progress. All the maid-servants in the city, in lilac-cotton gowns, white caps, white aprons, stockings, and sabots, were busy, with their sleeves turned up, washing doors, walls, and win- dows. Some courageously seated upon the window- sills, half in, half out, were cleaning the panes with sponges ; others, kneeling on the step, rubbed the pavement with a cloth ; others, with syringes, and long flexible tubes such as we use to water gardens, directed vigorous jets of water against the second- floor windows, that fell again in heavy shoAvers ; some, with sponges and rags tied on the ends of long canes, mopped the upper windows ; some pol- ished the knobs and metal plates upon the doors, some cleaned the stairs, some the furniture, brought out into the street for the purpose ; the door-steps were encumbered with buckets, pans, brushes, brooms, and benches ; water dripped from the walls, ran into the gutters, and splashed and sparkled every- where. And, what is singular, whilst labor in Hol- land is slow and deliberate in all other forms, in this one it is quite different. All these women have flushed faces, they go in and come out, spring and 1E)oUan& an& its people. push about with a sort of fury, taking acrobatic attitudes, with startling results sometimes, unheed- ing the passer-by, except in so far as it may be necessary to drive him off, with jealous looks, from the pavement. In short, there was a rage and fury of cleanliness, a sort of general ablution of the city, that had a sort of festive puerility about it, and might have been some strange religious rite, pre- scribed to purge the place from "the infection of unclean spirits. ■Ufce (Bate of St. ffiatbcrlne. 2)eHt. N going from Rotterdam to Delft I saw for the first time the open country of Holland. It is all one plain, a succession of green and flowery meadows, crossed by long files of wil lows, and sprinkled with groups of poplars and elders. Here and there are seen tops of stee- ples, whirling wings of wind- mills, scattered herds of large black and white cows, with their herdsmen, and immense tracts that are 1boUan& anJ) its people. completely solitary. There is nothing to strike the eye, nothing salient, nothing sloping. Every now and then, in the distance, the sail of a ship glides by, and being in a canal invisible from that distance, it seems to be gliding over the grass of the meadows, appearing and disappearing behind the trees. The pale light gives to the country a certain soft and melancholy aspect. A slight mist makes every object appear far oif. There is a kind of visible silence, a peace of line and color, a repose of all things, looking on which the eye grows dreamy and the imagination is lulled. At a short distance from Rotterdam is the town of Schiedam, surrounded by very lofty windmills that give it the look of a fortified place crowned with towers ; and in the distance appears the village of Vlaardingen, which is one of the principal stations for the great herring-fishery. From Schiedam to Delft I gave myself up to the study of vnndmills. The Dutch mills do not at all resemble those decrepit objects which I had seen the year before in La Mancha, that stretched their meagre arms as if imploring succor from earth and heaven. The Dutch mills are large, strong, and full of life ; and Don Quixote would have thought twice before attacking them. Some are made of stone, round and octagonal, like mediaeval towers ; others are of wood, and present the form of a box stuck upon the apex of a pyramid. The greater part have 2)elft. 113 thatched roofs, a wooden gallery riinning round the middle, windows with white curtains, green doors, and the use they serve inscribed upon the door. Besides the absorption of water, they do a little of every thing ; they grind flour, wash rags, crush lime, break stone, saw wood, crush olives, pulverize tobacco. A mill is equivalent to a farm ; and to build it, provide it with grain, colza, flour, oil, to keep it going, and send its product to market, requires a considerable fortune. Consequently, in many places, the wealth of proprietors is measured by the number of their mills ; hereditary property is calculated by mills. They say of a girl that she has one or two windmills for a dowry, or two steam-mills, which is bettei- ; and speculators, who are everywhere, marry the girl in order to get her mills. This myriad of winged towers scattered over the country give it a peculiar aspect and animate its solitude. At night, among the trees, they have a fantastic appear- ance, like fabulous birds watching the heavens ; by day, in the distance they look like enormous frames for fireworks ; they whirl round, stop, go fast, go slowly, breaking the silence with their low, monoto- nous tic-tac ; and when they catch fire, which they do sometimes, especially the grain-mills, they make a wheel of flame, a tempest of burning meal, a whirl of fiery clouds, which is quite infernal in its tumul- tuous splendor. In the carriage, although there were many passen- 114 1bollan& ani> its people. gers, no one spoke. All were men of mature years, with grave faces, wlio looked at one another in si- lence, and emitted clouds of smoke at regular inter- vals, as if they were measuring time by their cigars. When we reached Delft I bowed as I got out, and one or two resjDonded by a slight motion of the lips. " Delft," says Messer Ludovico Guicciardini, " is so called from the ditch, or water-canal, which leads to it from the Meuse — a ditch being vulgarly called delft. It is two leagues distant from Rotterdam, and is truly great and beautiful in every part, with large and handsome edifices, and streets wide and cheerful. It was founded by Godfrey, surnamed the Gobbo (hunchback), Duke of Lotharingia, who for nearly four years occupied the country of Holland." Delft is the city of misfortune. Towards the mid- dle of the sixteenth century it was almost entirely destroyed by fire ; in 1654 the blowing-up of a pow- der-magazine ruined more than two hundred houses ; and in 1742 another catastrophe of the same kind occurred. William the Silent was assassinated at Delft in 1584. And here decayed and almost disap- peared an industry that was its riches and its glory — the manufacture of majolica, in which the Dutch artisans had begun by imitating the forms and de- signs of Chinese and Japanese porcelain, and had succeeded in producing admirable work, uniting the Asiatic with the Dutch character, and extending it all over Northern Europe ; and even now these Belft. "5 objects are sought for eagerly by amateurs of the art, and almost as highly prized as the finest Italian work. Delft now is no longer a manufacturing or com- mercial city; its twenty-two thousand inhabitants live in profound peace. But it is one of the prettiest and most • Dutch of the cities of Hol- land. The streets are broad, crossed by canals shaded I)} ^^ two rows of tiees, ""^^ ■flanked by houses, led, crimson, and rose color, ^ ^^^j ^^„^i^ picked out with white, which look glad to be so clean ; and at every crossing meet and join two or three bridges of stone or wood, lying with white railings ; here and there a large boat, motionless as if enjoying its idleness ; very few peo- ple, closed doors, and no noise of any kind. I directed my steps toward the new church, look- ing about me for the famous storks' nests ; but I could not see any. The tradition of the storks of Delft is, however, still alive, and no traveller writes about the city without remembering them. Guic- ii6 IboUanD anJ> its ffieople. ciardini calls it " a memorable thing, and such as there is no similar record of, antique or modern." The fact occurred at the time of the great fire which ruined almost all of the city. There were in Delft innumerable storks' nests. It must be understood that the stork is the favorite bird of Holland — the bird of good-fortune, like the swallow — welcome to all, becaxise it makes war upon toads and frogs ; that the peasants plant poles with round pieces of wood on top to attract them to make their nests ; and that in some towns they may be seen walking in the sti'eets. At Delft then they were in great numbers. When the fire broke out, which was on the 3d of May, the young storks were fledged, but could not yet fly. Seeing the fire approach, the parent storks attempted to carry their young ones out of danger, but they were too heavy ; and after having tried all sorts of desperate efforts, the poor birds were forced to give it up. They might have saved themselves and have abandoned the little ones to their fate, as human creatures often do under similar circumstances. But they stayed instead upon their nests, gathered their little ones about them, covered them with their wings as if to retard as long as pos- sible the fatal moment, and so awaited death, and so remained in that loving and noble attitude. And who shall say if, in the horrible dismay and flight from the flames, that example of self-sacrifice, that voluntary maternal martyrdom, may not have given Delft. 117 strengtt and courage to some weak soul who was about to abandon those who had need of him ! In the great square where the new church stands I saw again those shops which had attracted my at- tention at Rotterdam, where every object that can possibly be attached one to the other is suspended in long garlands within and ^vithout, sometimes completely hiding the back of the shop. The signs are the same as in Rotterdam — a bottle of beer hung on a nail, a paint-brush, a box, a broom, and the usual carved head with wide-open mouth. The new church, founded in the latter part of the fourteenth century, is for Holland what Westmin- ster Abbey is for England. It is a large edifice dark without and naked within, a prison rather than the House of God. My eyes were at once attracted by the splendid mausoleum of William the Silent ; but the custodian stopped me at the simple tomb of Hugo Grotius, Pro- digium Europce, as he is called in his epitaph, the great jurisconsult of the seventeenth century ; that Grotius who at nine years of age wrote Latin verses, at eleven composed Greek odes, at fourteen j^hilo- sophic theses, and three years later accompanied the illustrious Barneveldt in his embassy to Paris, where Henry IV., presenting him to the Court, said : " Behold the miracle of Holland ! " ; that Grotius who at eigh- teen was distinguished as poet, theologian, commen- tator, and astronomer, and had written a prose epic ii8 1bollan& an& its people. on tlie city of Ostend, whicli Casaubon translated into Greek, and Malesherbe into Frencli verse; that Grrotius who, in his twenty-fourth year, exercised the office of Advocate-General of Holland and Zealand, and wrote a celebrated treatise on the " Liberty of the Seas " ; who at thirty was Councillor of the city of Rotterdam ; then partisan of Barneveldt, perse- cuted, condemned to perpetual imprisonment, and shut up in the Castle of Loevestein, where he wrote the treatise of the " Right of Peace and of War," which was for a long time the codex of all the pub- licists of Europe ; then saved miraculously by his wife, who caused herself to be introduced into his prison in a box believed to contain books, which box went out again with the prisoner in it, while the wife remained a prisoner in his stead ; then the guest of Louis XIII., and sent ambassador from France to Christina of Sweden ; and finally returning trium- phantly to his own country, where he died, at Ros- tock, full of years and honors. The mausoleum of William the Silent is in the middle of the church. It is a sort of small temple in black and white marble, loaded with ornament, and sustained by columns, between which are four statues representing Liberty, Prudence, Justice, and Religion. Upon the sarcophagus lies the figure of the Prince, in white marble, and at his feet the effigy of the little dog that saved his life at the siege of Malines, waking him by his barkings one night in Belft. 119 his tent, when two Spaniards were creeping upon Mm to assas-inate him. At the feet of this figure rises a fine bronze statue of Victoiy. with outspread wincrs. and supported only upon the toes of the left foot ; and opposite, on the other side of the little temple, another bronze statue, representing William, seated, dressed in his armor, with uncovered head, the helmet lying at hi^ feet. A Latin iuscription sets forth that the monument ^vas raiseil by the States of Holland, "to the eternal memory of that William of Xassau, whom Philip II., scourge of Europe, feared, and never overcame or conquered, but killed by atrocious guUe." His ^ons are sepul- chred beside him, and in the crypt beL:AV lie all the princes of his dynasty. In the presence of this monument the lighte>t and most fi'ivolous mind feels itself constrained t