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And
what
did
he
think
of
in
his
last
melancholy
journey
?
Neither
of
his
enemies
,
nor
of
his
judges
,
nor
of
his
executioners
.
He
thought
of
the
beautiful
tulips
which
he
would
see
from
heaven
above
,
at
Ceylon
,
or
Bengal
,
or
elsewhere
,
when
he
would
be
able
to
look
with
pity
on
this
earth
,
where
John
and
Cornelius
de
Witt
had
been
murdered
for
having
thought
too
much
of
politics
,
and
where
Cornelius
van
Baerle
was
about
to
be
murdered
for
having
thought
too
much
of
tulips
.
"
It
is
only
one
stroke
of
the
axe
,
"
said
the
philosopher
to
himself
,
"
and
my
beautiful
dream
will
begin
to
be
realised
.
"
Only
there
was
still
a
chance
,
just
as
it
had
happened
before
to
M.
de
Chalais
,
to
M.
de
Thou
,
and
other
slovenly
executed
people
,
that
the
headsman
might
inflict
more
than
one
stroke
,
that
is
to
say
,
more
than
one
martyrdom
,
on
the
poor
tulip-fancier
.
Yet
,
notwithstanding
all
this
,
Van
Baerle
mounted
the
scaffold
not
the
less
resolutely
,
proud
of
having
been
the
friend
of
that
illustrious
John
,
and
godson
of
that
noble
Cornelius
de
Witt
,
whom
the
ruffians
,
who
were
now
crowding
to
witness
his
own
doom
,
had
torn
to
pieces
and
burnt
three
days
before
.
He
knelt
down
,
said
his
prayers
,
and
observed
,
not
without
a
feeling
of
sincere
joy
,
that
,
laying
his
head
on
the
block
,
and
keeping
his
eyes
open
,
he
would
be
able
to
his
last
moment
to
see
the
grated
window
of
the
Buytenhof
.
At
length
the
fatal
moment
arrived
,
and
Cornelius
placed
his
chin
on
the
cold
damp
block
.
But
at
this
moment
his
eyes
closed
involuntarily
,
to
receive
more
resolutely
the
terrible
avalanche
which
was
about
to
fall
on
his
head
,
and
to
engulf
his
life
.
A
gleam
like
that
of
lightning
passed
across
the
scaffold
:
it
was
the
executioner
raising
his
sword
.
Van
Baerle
bade
farewell
to
the
great
black
tulip
,
certain
of
awaking
in
another
world
full
of
light
and
glorious
tints
.
