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"
Oh
!
these
darling
bulbs
!
"
When
my
tulip
has
flowered
,
"
Baerle
continued
in
his
soliloquy
,
"
and
when
tranquillity
is
restored
in
Holland
,
I
shall
give
to
the
poor
only
fifty
thousand
guilders
,
which
,
after
all
,
is
a
goodly
sum
for
a
man
who
is
under
no
obligation
whatever
.
Then
,
with
the
remaining
fifty
thousand
guilders
,
I
shall
make
experiments
.
With
them
I
shall
succeed
in
imparting
scent
to
the
tulip
.
Ah
!
if
I
succeed
in
giving
it
the
odour
of
the
rose
or
the
carnation
,
or
,
what
would
be
still
better
,
a
completely
new
scent
;
if
I
restored
to
this
queen
of
flowers
its
natural
distinctive
perfume
,
which
she
has
lost
in
passing
from
her
Eastern
to
her
European
throne
,
and
which
she
must
have
in
the
Indian
peninsula
at
Goa
,
Bombay
,
and
Madras
,
and
especially
in
that
island
which
in
olden
times
,
as
is
asserted
,
was
the
terrestrial
paradise
,
and
which
is
called
Ceylon
,
--
oh
,
what
glory
!
I
must
say
,
I
would
then
rather
be
Cornelius
van
Baerle
than
Alexander
,
Cæsar
,
or
Maximilian
.
"
Oh
the
admirable
bulbs
!
"
Thus
Cornelius
indulged
in
the
delights
of
contemplation
,
and
was
carried
away
by
the
sweetest
dreams
.
Suddenly
the
bell
of
his
cabinet
was
rung
much
more
violently
than
usual
.
Cornelius
,
startled
,
laid
his
hands
on
his
bulbs
,
and
turned
round
.
"
Who
is
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Sir
,
"
answered
the
servant
,
"
it
is
a
messenger
from
the
Hague
.
"
"
A
messenger
from
the
Hague
!
What
does
he
want
?
"
