The Princess's leg had been like the mast of a ship; this was like the trunk of a Burnham beech.
And here, at Flushing, we leave the country.

I should have liked to have steamed down the Scheldt to Antwerp on one of the ships that continually pass, if only to be once more among the friendly francs with their noticeable purchasing power, and to saunter again through the Plantin Museum among the ghosts of old printers, and to stand for a while in the Museum before Van Eyck's delicious drawing of Saint Barbara.

But it must not be.

This is not a Belgian book, but a Dutch book; and here it ends.
NOTES [1] The whole dress worn by the Prince on this tragical occasion is still to be seen at The Hague in the National Museum .-- _Motley_.
[2] The house now called the Prinsen Hof (but used as a barrack) still presents nearly the same appearance as it did in 1584 .-- _Motley_.
[3] Mendoza's estimate of the entire population as numbering only fourteen thousand before the siege is evidently erroneous.

It was probably nearer fifty thousand .-- _Motley_.
[4] Since writing the above passage I am reminded by a correspondent that Louis XIV.