〃Oh！〃　sighed　Boxtel；　〃I　am　lost。〃
  〃This　tulip；〃　continued　the　Prince；　〃will　therefore　bear　the
  name　of　its　producer；　and　figure　in　the　catalogue　under　the
  title；　Tulipa　nigra　Rosa　Barlaensis；　because　of　the　name　Van
  Baerle；　which　will　henceforth　be　the　name　of　this　damsel。〃
  And　at　the　same　time　William　took　Rosa's　hand；　and　placed　it
  in　that　of　a　young　man；　who　rushed　forth；　pale　and　beyond
  himself　with　joy；　to　the　foot　of　the　throne　saluting
  alternately　the　Prince　and　his　bride；　and　who　with　a
  grateful　look　to　heaven；　returned　his　thanks　to　the　Giver　of
  all　this　happiness。
  At　the　same　moment　there　fell　at　the　feet　of　the　President
  van　Systens　another　man；　struck　down　by　a　very　different
  emotion。
  Boxtel；　crushed　by　the　failure　of　his　hopes；　lay　senseless
  on　the　ground。
  When　they　raised　him；　and　examined　his　pulse　and　his　heart；
  he　was　quite　dead。
  This　incident　did　not　much　disturb　the　festival；　as　neither
  the　Prince　nor　the　President　seemed　to　mind　it　much。
  Cornelius　started　back　in　dismay；　when　in　the　thief；　in　the
  pretended　Jacob；　he　recognised　his　neighbour；　Isaac　Boxtel；
  whom；　in　the　innocence　of　his　heart；　he　had　not　for　one
  instant　suspected　of　such　a　wicked　action。
  Then；　to　the　sound　of　trumpets；　the　procession　marched　back
  without　any　change　in　its　order；　except　that　Boxtel　was　now
  dead；　and　that　Cornelius　and　Rosa　were　walking　triumphantly
  side　by　side　and　hand　in　hand。
  On　their　arriving　at　the　Hotel　de　Ville；　the　Prince；
  pointing　with　his　finger　to　the　purse　with　the　hundred
  thousand　guilders；　said　to　Cornelius；
  〃It　is　difficult　to　say　by　whom　this　money　is　gained；　by　you
  or　by　Rosa；　for　if　you　have　found　the　black　tulip；　she　has
  nursed　it　and　brought　it　into　flower。　It　would　therefore　be
  unjust　to　consider　it　as　her　dowry；　it　is　the　gift　of　the
  town　of　Haarlem　to　the　tulip。〃
  Cornelius　wondered　what　the　Prince　was　driving　at。　The
  latter　continued；
  〃I　give　to　Rosa　the　sum　of　a　hundred　thousand　guilders；
  which　she　has　fairly　earned；　and　which　she　can　offer　to　you。
  They　are　the　reward　of　her　love；　her　courage；　and　her
  honesty。　As　to　you；　Sir　　thanks　to　Rosa　again；　who　has
  furnished　the　proofs　of　your　innocence　　〃
  And；　saying　these　words；　the　Prince　handed　to　Cornelius　that
  fly…leaf　of　the　Bible　on　which　was　written　the　letter　of
  Cornelius　de　Witt；　and　in　which　the　third　bulb　had　been
  wrapped；
  〃As　to　you；　it　has　come　to　light　that　you　were　imprisoned
  for　a　crime　which　you　had　not　committed。　This　means；　that
  you　are　not　only　free；　but　that　your　property　will　be
  restored　to　you；　as　the　property　of　an　innocent　man　cannot
  be　confiscated。　Cornelius　van　Baerle；　you　are　the　godson　of
  Cornelius　de　Witt　and　the　friend　of　his　brother　John。　Remain
  worthy　of　the　name　you　have　received　from　one　of　them；　and
  of　the　friendship　you　have　enjoyed　with　the　other。　The　two
  De　Witts；　wrongly　judged　and　wrongly　punished　in　a　moment　of
  popular　error；　were　two　great　citizens；　of　whom　Holland　is
  now　proud。〃
  The　Prince；　after　these　last　words；　which　contrary　to　his
  custom；　he　pronounced　with　a　voice　full　of　emotion；　gave　his
  hands　to　the　lovers　to　kiss；　whilst　they　were　kneeling
  before　him。
  Then　heaving　a　sigh；　he　said；
  〃Alas！　you　are　very　happy；　who；　dreaming　only　of　what
  perhaps　is　the　true　glory　of　Holland；　and　forms　especially
  her　true　happiness；　do　not　attempt　to　acquire　for　her
  anything　beyond　new　colours　of　tulips。〃
  And；　casting　a　glance　towards　that　point　of　the　compass
  where　France　lay；　as　if　he　saw　new　clouds　gathering　there；
  he　entered　his　carriage　and　drove　off。
  Cornelius　started　on　the　same　day　for　Dort　with　Rosa；　who
  sent　her　lover's　old　housekeeper　as　a　messenger　to　her
  father；　to　apprise　him　of　all　that　had　taken　place。
  Those　who；　thanks　to　our　description；　have　learned　the
  character　of　old　Gryphus；　will　comprehend　that　it　was　hard
  for　him　to　become　reconciled　to　his　son…in…law。　He　had　not
  yet　forgotten　the　blows　which　he　had　received　in　that　famous
  encounter。　To　judge　from　the　weals　which　he　counted；　their
  number；　he　said；　amounted　to　forty…one；　but　at　last；　in
  order；　as　he　declared；　not　to　be　less　generous　than　his
  Highness　the　Stadtholder；　he　consented　to　make　his　peace。
  Appointed　to　watch　over　the　tulips；　the　old　man　made　the
  rudest　keeper　of　flowers　in　the　whole　of　the　Seven
  Provinces。
  It　was　indeed　a　sight　to　see　him　watching　the　obnoxious
  moths　and　butterflies；　killing　slugs；　and　driving　away　the
  hungry　bees。
  As　he　had　heard　Boxtel's　story；　and　was　furious　at　having
  been　the　dupe　of　the　pretended　Jacob；　he　destroyed　the
  sycamore　behind　which　the　envious　Isaac　had　spied　into　the
  garden；　for　the　plot　of　ground　belonging　to　him　had　been
  bought　by　Cornelius；　and　taken　into　his　own　garden。
  Rosa；　growing　not　only　in　beauty；　but　in　wisdom　also；　after
  two　years　of　her　married　life；　could　read　and　write　so　well
  that　she　was　able　to　undertake　by　herself　the　education　of
  two　beautiful　children　which　she　had　borne　in　1674　and　1675；
  both　in　May；　the　month　of　flowers。
  As　a　matter　of　course；　one　was　a　boy；　the　other　a　girl；　the
  former　being　called　Cornelius；　the　other　Rosa。
  Van　Baerle　remained　faithfully　attached　to　Rosa　and　to　his
  tulips。　The　whole　of　his　life　was　devoted　to　the　happiness
  of　his　wife　and　the　culture　of　flowers；　in　the　latter　of
  which　occupations　he　was　so　successful　that　a　great　number
  of　his　varieties　found　a　place　in　the　catalogue　of　Holland。
  The　two　principal　ornaments　of　his　drawing…room　were　those
  two　leaves　from　the　Bible　of　Cornelius　de　Witt；　in　large
  golden　frames；　one　of　them　containing　the　letter　in　which
  his　godfather　enjoined　him　to　burn　the　correspondence　of　the
  Marquis　de　Louvois；　and　the　other　his　own　will；　in　which　he
  bequeathed　to　Rosa　his　bulbs　under　condition　that　she　should
  marry　a　young　man　of　from　twenty…six　to　twenty…eight　years；
  who　loved　her　and　whom　she　loved；　a　condition　which　was
  scrupulously　fulfilled；　although；　or　rather　because；
  Cornelius　did　not　die。
  And　to　ward　off　any　envious　attempts　of　another　Isaac
  Boxtel；　he　wrote　over　his　door　the　lines　which　Grotius　had；
  on　the　day　of　his　flight；　scratched　on　the　walls　of　his
  prison：
  〃Sometimes　one　has　suffered　so　much　that　he　has　the　right
  never　to　be　able　to　say；　'I　am　too　happy。'〃
  End