I was up betimes next day, and took a walk round the park, and on the upper boulevards.  The injuries done in the fight have been, in some measure, repaired, but the place was deserted and melancholy.  The houses line one side of the boulevards, the other being open to the fields, which are highly cultivated and unenclosed.  This practice of cutting off a town like a cheese-paring is very common on the continent of Europe, and the effect is odd to those who are accustomed to straggling suburbs, as in America and England.

At ten we went to the palace, according to appointment.  The royal abodes at Brussels are very plain edifices, being nothing more than long unbroken buildings, with very few external ornaments.  This of the Prince of Orange stands in the park, near that of the King, and is a simple parallelogram with two gates.  The principal apartments are in the same form, being an entire suite that are entered on one side and left on the other.  There is great good taste and elegance in the disposition of the rooms.  A few are rich, especially the salle de bal, which is really magnificent.  The place was kept just as it had been left by its last occupants, Leopold, with good taste, not to say good feeling, religiously respecting their rights.  A pair of gloves belonging to the princess were shown us, precisely on the spot where she had left them; and her shawls and toys were lying carelessly about, as if her return were momentarily expected.  This is true royal courtesy, which takes thrones without remorse, while it respects the baubles.

This palace had many good pictures, and among others a Raphael.  There was a Paul Potter or two, and a couple of pictures, in the same stile, as pendants, by a living artist of the name of Verboeckhoven, whose works sustained the comparison wonderfully well.

We were shown the window at which the robber entered who stole the jewels of the princess; an event that has given room to the enemies of the house of Nassau to torture into an accusation of low guilt against her husband.[18] I have never met a gentleman here, who appeared to think the accusation worthy of any credit, or who treated it as more than the gossip of underlings, exaggerated by the agents of the press.

[Footnote 18:  This affair of the jewels of the Princess of Orange is one proof, among many others, of the influence of the vilest portion of mankind over their fellow-creatures.  It suited the convenience and views of some miscreant who pandered for the press (and the world is full of them), to throw out a hint that the Prince of Orange had been guilty of purloining the jewels to pay his gambling debts, and the ignorant, the credulous, and the wonder-mongers, believed a charge of this nature, against a frank and generous soldier!  It was a charge, that, in the nature of things, could only be disproved by detecting the robber, and one that a prince and a gentleman would scarcely stoop to deny.  Accident favoured the truth.  The jewels have, oddly enough, been discovered in New York, and the robber punished.  Now, the wretch who first started this groundless calumny against the Prince of Orange, belongs exactly to that school whose members impart to America more than half her notions of the distinguished men of Europe.]