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He
studied
Nature
in
all
her
aspects
for
the
benefit
of
his
paintings
,
which
were
as
minutely
finished
as
those
of
Gerard
Dow
,
his
master
,
and
of
Mieris
,
his
friend
.
Was
it
not
possible
,
that
,
having
to
paint
the
interior
of
a
tulip-grower
's
,
he
had
collected
in
his
new
studio
all
the
accessories
of
decoration
?
Yet
,
although
thus
consoling
himself
with
illusory
suppositions
,
Boxtel
was
not
able
to
resist
the
burning
curiosity
which
was
devouring
him
.
In
the
evening
,
therefore
,
he
placed
a
ladder
against
the
partition
wall
between
their
gardens
,
and
,
looking
into
that
of
his
neighbour
Van
Baerle
,
he
convinced
himself
that
the
soil
of
a
large
square
bed
,
which
had
formerly
been
occupied
by
different
plants
,
was
removed
,
and
the
ground
disposed
in
beds
of
loam
mixed
with
river
mud
(
a
combination
which
is
particularly
favourable
to
the
tulip
)
,
and
the
whole
surrounded
by
a
border
of
turf
to
keep
the
soil
in
its
place
.
Besides
this
,
sufficient
shade
to
temper
the
noonday
heat
;
aspect
south-southwest
;
water
in
abundant
supply
,
and
at
hand
;
in
short
,
every
requirement
to
insure
not
only
success
but
also
progress
.
There
could
not
be
a
doubt
that
Van
Baerle
had
become
a
tulip-grower
.
Boxtel
at
once
pictured
to
himself
this
learned
man
,
with
a
capital
of
four
hundred
thousand
and
a
yearly
income
of
ten
thousand
guilders
,
devoting
all
his
intellectual
and
financial
resources
to
the
cultivation
of
the
tulip
.
He
foresaw
his
neighbour
's
success
,
and
he
felt
such
a
pang
at
the
mere
idea
of
this
success
that
his
hands
dropped
powerless
,
his
knees
trembled
,
and
he
fell
in
despair
from
the
ladder
And
thus
it
was
not
for
the
sake
of
painted
tulips
,
but
for
real
ones
,
that
Van
Baerle
took
from
him
half
a
degree
of
warmth
.
And
thus
Van
Baerle
was
to
have
the
most
admirably
fitted
aspect
,
and
,
besides
,
a
large
,
airy
,
and
well
ventilated
chamber
where
to
preserve
his
bulbs
and
seedlings
;
while
he
,
Boxtel
,
had
been
obliged
to
give
up
for
this
purpose
his
bedroom
,
and
,
lest
his
sleeping
in
the
same
apartment
might
injure
his
bulbs
and
seedlings
,
had
taken
up
his
abode
in
a
miserable
garret
.
Boxtel
,
then
,
was
to
have
next
door
to
him
a
rival
and
successful
competitor
;
and
his
rival
,
instead
of
being
some
unknown
,
obscure
gardener
,
was
the
godson
of
Mynheer
Cornelius
de
Witt
,
that
is
to
say
,
a
celebrity
.
Boxtel
,
as
the
reader
may
see
,
was
not
possessed
of
the
spirit
of
Porus
,
who
,
on
being
conquered
by
Alexander
,
consoled
himself
with
the
celebrity
of
his
conqueror
.
And
now
if
Van
Baerle
produced
a
new
tulip
,
and
named
it
the
John
de
Witt
,
after
having
named
one
the
Cornelius
?
It
was
indeed
enough
to
choke
one
with
rage
.
Thus
Boxtel
,
with
jealous
foreboding
,
became
the
prophet
of
his
own
misfortune
.
And
,
after
having
made
this
melancholy
discovery
,
he
passed
the
most
wretched
night
imaginable
.
From
that
moment
Boxtel
's
interest
in
tulips
was
no
longer
a
stimulus
to
his
exertions
,
but
a
deadening
anxiety
.
Henceforth
all
his
thoughts
ran
only
upon
the
injury
which
his
neighbour
would
cause
him
,
and
thus
his
favourite
occupation
was
changed
into
a
constant
source
of
misery
to
him
.
Van
Baerle
,
as
may
easily
be
imagined
,
had
no
sooner
begun
to
apply
his
natural
ingenuity
to
his
new
fancy
,
than
he
succeeded
in
growing
the
finest
tulips
.
Indeed
,
he
knew
better
than
any
one
else
at
Haarlem
or
Leyden
--
the
two
towns
which
boast
the
best
soil
and
the
most
congenial
climate
--
how
to
vary
the
colours
,
to
modify
the
shape
,
and
to
produce
new
species
.
