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He
went
on
in
his
career
,
and
consequently
in
his
triumphs
;
and
in
the
course
of
two
years
he
covered
his
borders
with
such
marvellous
productions
as
no
mortal
man
,
following
in
the
tracks
of
the
Creator
,
except
perhaps
Shakespeare
and
Rubens
,
have
equalled
in
point
of
numbers
.
And
also
,
if
Dante
had
wished
for
a
new
type
to
be
added
to
his
characters
of
the
Inferno
,
he
might
have
chosen
Boxtel
during
the
period
of
Van
Baerle
's
successes
.
Whilst
Cornelius
was
weeding
,
manuring
,
watering
his
beds
,
whilst
,
kneeling
on
the
turf
border
,
he
analysed
every
vein
of
the
flowering
tulips
,
and
meditated
on
the
modifications
which
might
be
effected
by
crosses
of
colour
or
otherwise
,
Boxtel
,
concealed
behind
a
small
sycamore
which
he
had
trained
at
the
top
of
the
partition
wall
in
the
shape
of
a
fan
,
watched
,
with
his
eyes
starting
from
their
sockets
and
with
foaming
mouth
,
every
step
and
every
gesture
of
his
neighbour
;
and
whenever
he
thought
he
saw
him
look
happy
,
or
descried
a
smile
on
his
lips
,
or
a
flash
of
contentment
glistening
in
his
eyes
,
he
poured
out
towards
him
such
a
volley
of
maledictions
and
furious
threats
as
to
make
it
indeed
a
matter
of
wonder
that
this
venomous
breath
of
envy
and
hatred
did
not
carry
a
blight
on
the
innocent
flowers
which
had
excited
it
.
When
the
evil
spirit
has
once
taken
hold
of
the
heart
of
man
,
it
urges
him
on
,
without
letting
him
stop
.
Thus
Boxtel
soon
was
no
longer
content
with
seeing
Van
Baerle
.
He
wanted
to
see
his
flowers
,
too
;
he
had
the
feelings
of
an
artist
,
the
master-piece
of
a
rival
engrossed
his
interest
.
He
therefore
bought
a
telescope
,
which
enabled
him
to
watch
as
accurately
as
did
the
owner
himself
every
progressive
development
of
the
flower
,
from
the
moment
when
,
in
the
first
year
,
its
pale
seed-leaf
begins
to
peep
from
the
ground
,
to
that
glorious
one
,
when
,
after
five
years
,
its
petals
at
last
reveal
the
hidden
treasures
of
its
chalice
.
How
often
had
the
miserable
,
jealous
man
to
observe
in
Van
Baerle
's
beds
tulips
which
dazzled
him
by
their
beauty
,
and
almost
choked
him
by
their
perfection
!
And
then
,
after
the
first
blush
of
the
admiration
which
he
could
not
help
feeling
,
he
began
to
be
tortured
by
the
pangs
of
envy
,
by
that
slow
fever
which
creeps
over
the
heart
and
changes
it
into
a
nest
of
vipers
,
each
devouring
the
other
and
ever
born
anew
.
How
often
did
Boxtel
,
in
the
midst
of
tortures
which
no
pen
is
able
fully
to
describe
,
--
how
often
did
he
feel
an
inclination
to
jump
down
into
the
garden
during
the
night
,
to
destroy
the
plants
,
to
tear
the
bulbs
with
his
teeth
,
and
to
sacrifice
to
his
wrath
the
owner
himself
,
if
he
should
venture
to
stand
up
for
the
defence
of
his
tulips
!
But
to
kill
a
tulip
was
a
horrible
crime
in
the
eyes
of
a
genuine
tulip-fancier
;
as
to
killing
a
man
,
it
would
not
have
mattered
so
very
much
.
Yet
Van
Baerle
made
such
progress
in
the
noble
science
of
growing
tulips
,
which
he
seemed
to
master
with
the
true
instinct
of
genius
,
that
Boxtel
at
last
was
maddened
to
such
a
degree
as
to
think
of
throwing
stones
and
sticks
into
the
flower-stands
of
his
neighbour
.
But
,
remembering
that
he
would
be
sure
to
be
found
out
,
and
that
he
would
not
only
be
punished
by
law
,
but
also
dishonoured
for
ever
in
the
face
of
all
the
tulip-growers
of
Europe
,
he
had
recourse
to
stratagem
,
and
,
to
gratify
his
hatred
,
tried
to
devise
a
plan
by
means
of
which
he
might
gain
his
ends
without
being
compromised
himself
.
He
considered
a
long
time
,
and
at
last
his
meditations
were
crowned
with
success
.
