After remaining there, in a very moody frame of mind, for several days, expecting that the States would, at least, send a committee to wait upon him and receive his farewells, he took leave of them by letter.

"God send me shortly a wind to blow me from them all," he exclaimed--a prayer which was soon granted--and before the end of the year he was safely landed in England.

"These legs of mine," said he, clapping his hands upon them as he sat in his chamber at Margate, "shall never go again into Holland.

Let the States get others to serve their mercenary turn, for me they shall not have." Upon giving up the government, he caused a medal to be struck in his own honour.

The device was a flock of sheep watched by an English mastiff.