d to believe is your honest opinion,
but understand that we trust in God, in the true courage which animates
the breasts of patriots, and in that aid which our noble Prince will
most assuredly send us," answered the old man, in a stern tone. "The
task in which the fair Jaqueline is engaged raises her higher than her
beauty, her position, or her wealth can do in the eyes of her
countrymen. Look at my daughters and grand-children, they feel proud of
imitating her; when you communicate with your friends, the `Glippers,'
tell them how the matrons and maidens of Leyden are employed, and let
them warn the Spaniards of the death which awaits them should they
assail our ramparts."

The baron again started, but with a different feeling than before, and
declared that he was no "Glipper," though he was not inspired, he
confessed, with the same enthusiasm which at present animated the
citizens of Leyden.

"It may be that you are not a `Glipper,' but your remarks savour much of
the principles which animate them," observed the old citizen, in a dry
tone. "Speak them not aloud to others, or you may chance to be looked
upon as a traitor and be treated as such."

By a strong effort the baron quelled his rising anger; he could gain no
credit by a dispute with the aged and highly esteemed citizen who had
thus spoken to him, and turning aside he directed his steps homeward.
He fancied that it would be derogatory to his rank to engage in manual
labour, and yet he could not stand by and see the fair Jaqueline and
other young ladies of position thus employed without offering to assist
them, unless he was prepared to be regarded as destitute alike of all
chivalric and patriotic feelings. On reaching the handsome mansion he
inhabited, after pacing several times across the room, he threw himself
into a chair to consider what course he should pursue. The old
citizen's remarks had warned him of the danger he would incur should he
be supposed to advocate a surrender to the Spaniards, and he would be in
still greater danger should it be discovered that he was carrying on a
secret correspondence with Valdez through his "Glipper" friends; he was
also mortified and annoyed at seeing Jaqueline so degrading herself, as
he considered, by labouring like any peasant girl at the fortifications.
"How can her father, who dotes on her as the apple of his eye, allow
her thus to demean herself?" he exclaimed, "to exhaust her health and
strength, to soil h