very decorous business; no squealing, no flapping up and down, no sputtering, no wild alarm."

"No ladies," said Mr. Bodley; " that makes the difference. They all bathe by themselves at the other end of the beach."

When they had toiled back to their little houses and were nearly dressed, horses were again harnessed to the shafts and they were dragged back to dry sand. Some of the machines had great canvas hoods, and very particular people bathed under the shelter of these.

They rejoined the ladies, and then walked along the beach, amusing themselves with watching the groups, and especially entertained by the great wicker chairs which were scattered about, with their backs to the sun and wind. They had a most friendly and sociable look sometimes, when they were turned toward each other in company. The chair was shaped like a bath-tub set on end; each was furnished with an elbow rest and a little stool for the feet, while the more stylish were lined with chintz, and had cushions and side windows. They had handles, and could be lifted about. Fruit merchants and cake peddlers were winding about the impromptu lanes, and bare-legged children were digging in the sand, and nurses and babies were lolling about as on any beach at home. Mrs. Van Wyck bought a pair of little wooden shoes for a souvenir, and they turned

away, refreshed by their little excursion. They climbed up to the top of the sand-dune, and looked back upon the beach.

"After all, give me Prout's," said Charles.

"Hoh, you 're getting homesick," said his cousin, with some disdain in her voice.

CHAPTER XI.

LEYDEN.

As Amsterdam had been a convenient place from which to make excursions, so the Hague was another centre, and one day our little party took the railway-train to Leyden, only ten miles away.

Now surely," said Charles, "we shall find some signs of the Pilgrim Fathers, for I have always read that they lived at Leyden. I never thought of them as having much to do with Amsterdam."

"They came to Leyden from Amsterdam," said his father, "and it was here that they were living when they pulled up their tent stakes and made ready to cross to America."

"And it was here," added Mrs. Van Wyck," that they left behind their pastor, the great John Robinson."

"And his name is about all that remains in the way of memorials to the Fathers in Leyden," said her brother. "We hall discover it before we get through our walk.”

"What makes the houses tip so?" asked Sarah. "Nothing seems to be perpendicular."

"I think Leyden is worse than other Holland towns in this," said her uncle. "Like the other cities, it is built on piles, and the settling of the foundations has thrown the buildings over in this alarm

ing fashion. How quiet the town is! Yet once it had a hundred thousand inhabitants.'

"There are three queer-looking ones now," said his wife. "What are they doing?"

"A most appropriate thing for Leyden. They are out giving notices of a funeral. Those black-edged circulars announce the death of some one. People in Holland send round these melancholy-looking fellows with invitations to a funeral just as we would send out cards to a wedding. But let us hunt up John Robinson and the University, for they are close together."

They found the University buildings, but it was vacation, and no students were about. All the easier was it to ramble about the halls, and look leisurely at the few curiosities which were to be seen. The principal building was occupied by washwomen and workmen, and the Bodleys walked up the staircase and peeped into the various rooms, which had over the doorways the names Facultas Medica, Facultas Theologica, and so forth. They came upon an ancient-looking chapel, which had the usual look of college chapels, as being much sat in by uneasy men. The walls of the staircase and corridors were curiously adorned with drawings in charcoal on the white plaster, done by students.

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Well," said Charles, "I wonder what Cousin Ned would think of this! I don't believe they let the students draw on the walls of his college."

"No," laughed his father; " and yet they seem to be rather proud of these here. Some of them are quite well done." In one place a father and mother were weeping over the return home of their son, with umbrella and portmanteau. He had evidently failed to get admitted. There was another group representing a father, mother, and sister coming to visit a student, the father exclaiming, "Tu Marcellus eris!".

"Translate that, Charles," said his father.

"Thou shalt be Marcellus."

"Yes, or You shall be Marcellus.'

Latin is n't necessarily on

stilts. You have n't read Virgil, so you can't tell us about the young Marcellus. However, he was to be a prodigy of learning and goodness. Over the door of the examination room was written the only line in Dante which everybody knows: "Abandon hope, all ye that enter here." On one side of the On one side of the open door was seen the bewildered and distracted young man who had failed; on the other, the smiling one who had succeeded.

Was it because of the University that the Pilgrims came here?" asked Mrs. Van Wyck, as they sauntered away from the building. "Probably it had something to do with it," said her brother. "At any rate, we may guess that John Robinson was better pleased to be here amongst scholars than in the more commercial city of Amsterdam. The University was not a venerable institution then. It was but thirty or forty years old. It is n't the age of a university, but only the learned men who compose it, that determines how important it is."

"What always surprised me," said Mrs. Bodley, "was that the University should have been founded just after the terrible siege." "It is strange," said her husband, "if we think only of the fear

ful scenes of that siege; but it is not strange, if we think that Leyden showed, by its courage and endurance, how capable it was of great things. Great things in art and literature and science are more possible to a people who could bear such a siege than to those who only want peace and comfort. The University came, you know, as a reward to the people of Leyden. The Prince of Orange granted to the city a ten days' annual fair, without tolls or taxes, and also established this University. Do you remember the festivities with which they opened it?"

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No, though I think Motley describes it."

"Yes; we have to go to Motley for everything of the kind, and to-night we'll read about it. I won't spoil it by my half-remembrance." Thus, when they were back at the Hague in the evening, they read Motley's account, which I will give here, that we may not wait till the end of the Leyden day :

"On the 5th of February, 1575, the city of Leyden, so lately the victim of famine and pestilence, had crowned itself with flowers. At seven in the morning, after a solemn religious celebration in the Church of St. Peter, a grand procession was formed. It was preceded by a military escort, consisting of the burgher militia and the five companies of infantry stationed in the city. Then came, drawn by four horses, a splendid triumphal chariot, on which sat a female figure, arrayed in snow-white garments. This was the Holy Gospel. She was attended by the Four Evangelists, who walked on foot at each side of her chariot. Next followed Justice, with sword and scales, mounted, blindfold, upon a unicorn, while those learned doctors, Julian, Papinian, Ulpian, and Tribonian, rode on either side, attended by two lackeys and four men-at-arms. After these came Medicine, on horseback, holding in one hand a treatise of the heal