There was scarcely room in the town and the neighbourhood for the English Lords and gentlemen and the German Counts and Barons whom curiosity or official duty had brought to the place of meeting.

The grave capital of the most thrifty and industrious of nations was as gay as Venice in the Carnival.

The walks cut among those noble limes and elms in which the villa of the Princes of Orange is embosomed were gay with the plumes, the stars, the flowing wigs, the embroidered coats and the gold hilted swords of gallants from London, Berlin and Vienna.

With the nobles were mingled sharpers not less gorgeously attired than they.

At night the hazard tables were thronged; and the theatre was filled to the roof.