From thence I went to Holland, where I hoped
to find more tranquillity among a people of a more
cold and phlegmatic temperament. Just as I arrived at The Hague the people were cutting off the
head of a venerable old man. It was the bald head
of the prime minister, Barneveldt—a man who
deserved better treatment from the republic.
Touched with pity at this affecting scene, I asked
what was his crime, and whether he had betrayed
the state.
"He has done much worse," replied a preacher in a black cloak; "he believed that men may be saved by good works as well as by faith. You must perceive," adds he, "that if such opinions were to gain ground, a republic could not subsist, and that there must be severe laws to suppress such scandalous and horrid blasphemies."
A profound politician said to me with a sigh: "Alas! sir, this happy time will not last long; it is only by chance that the people are so zealous. They are naturally inclined to the abominable doctrine of toleration, and they will certainly at last grant it." This reflection set him a-groaning.
For my own part, in expectation of that fatal period when moderation and indulgence should take place, I instantly quitted a country where severity was not softened by any lenitive, and embarked for Spain.
The court was then at Seville. The galleons had just arrived, and everything breathed plenty and
