It has, I think, the prettiest red roofs in any considerable Dutch town: not prettier than Veere's, but Veere is now only a village.

Philosophers surely live here: book-worms to whom yesterday, to-day and to-morrow are one.

The sense of commercial enterprise dies away: whatever they are at Amsterdam, the Dutch at Leyden cease to be a nation of shopkeepers.
It was holiday time when I was there last, and the town was comparatively empty.

No songs floated through the windows of the clubs.

In talk with a stranger at one of the cafes, I learned that the Dutch student works harder in the holidays than in term.