at this unjust imprisonment of their
worthy magistrate, by setting fire to some public building, or by
carrying him in triumph to his own house, which they forgot they had
burnt down. Fortunately they decided upon the latter: they surrounded
the Stadt House with cries of "Long life to our worthy syndic--
prosperity to Mynheer Krause," and rushing up-stairs, they caught him in
their arms, and carried him triumphantly through the streets, bringing
him at last to the smoking ruins of his own house, and there they left
him; they had done all they could, they had carried him there in
triumph, but, as for building the house up again, that was impossible
so, as Mynheer Krause looked with dismay at the wreck of all his
property, the loyal mob dispersed, each feeling that he had been a
little too hasty in possessing himself of a small share of it. What a
fine thing is loyalty! Mynheer Krause found himself alone; he looked
with scorn and indignation upon the scene of violence, and then walked
away to an hotel, particularly disgusted with the loyal cry of "Long
live King William."

In the meantime, the door of the dungeon where the widow Vandersloosh
was incarcerated was thrown open, and she was informed that she was no
longer a prisoner. The widow, indignant that she should have been
confined for her loyalty raved and walked majestically out of the Stadt
House, not deigning to answer to the compliments offered to her by some
of the inferior officers. Her bosom swelled with indignation, and she
was determined to tell his majesty a bit of her mind, if she should
obtain access to him; and the next day she took the trouble to go all
the way to the Hague, again to see his majesty; but his majesty wasn't
at home, and Lord Albemarle to whom she sent in, was indisposed, and his
Grace the Duke of Portland was particularly engaged; so the widow had
the journey for nothing, and she declared to Babette, that she never
would put her foot under the palace roof again as long as she lived.

But, although Madam Vandersloosh was not received at court that day, the
syndic Mynheer Krause was; when he sent in his name, Lord Albemarle led
the syndic by the hand to his majesty.

"We have been too hasty, Mynheer Krause," said his majesty, with a
gracious smile.

Mynheer bowed low.

"I regret to hear that the populace in their loyalty have burnt down
your house, Mr Krause--they were too hasty."

Mynheer Krause made another low bow.

"You wi