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"To be a sweetness ,--

This is the flower of life"

Joris Van Heeue fear

and apprehension, his soul beat at his lips, and its natural language

had been that appeal at his daughter's closed door For Se the curtain in a dark rooht had been thrown, but in it even familiar objects

looked portentous In these days, the tendency is to tone down and to

assi positive and dereat motives of huious halo

Many of his people had begun to associate with the governing race, to

sit at their banquets, and even to worship in their church; but Joris,

in his heart, looked upon such "indifferents" as renegades to their God

and their fatherland He was a Dutchlish

duke was prouder of his line, or his royal quarterings, than was Joris

Van Heemskirk of the race of sailors and patriots froh his father, he clasped hands with men who had swept the narrow

seas with De Ruyter, and sailed into Arctic darkness and icefields with

Van Heeendary arars of the Sea," he could proudly nah, austere men, covered with scars, who followed

Willemsen to the succour of Leyden The likeness of one of the, square form wrapped in