At the north end of the Maliebaan is the Hoogeland Park, with a fringe of spacious villas that might be in Kensington; and here is the Antiquarian Museum, notable among its very miscellaneous riches, which resemble the bankrupt stock of a curiosity dealer, for the most elaborate dolls’ house in Holland—­perhaps in the world.  Its date is 1680, and it represents accurately the home of a wealthy aristocratic doll of that day.  Nothing was forgotten by the designer of this miniature palace; special paintings, very nude, were made for its salon, and the humblest kitchen utensils are not missing.  I thought the most interesting rooms the office where the Major Domo sits at his intricate labours, and the store closet.  The museum has many very valuable treasures, but so many poor pictures and articles—­all presents or legacies—­that one feels that it must be the rule to accept whatever is offered, without any scrutiny of the horse’s teeth.

Chapter IV

Delft

To Delft by canal—­House-cleaning by immersion—­The New Church—­William the Silent’s tomb—­His assassin—­The story of the crime—­The tomb of Grotius—­Dutch justice—­The Old Church—­Admiral Tromp—­The mission of the broom—­The sexton’s pipe—­Vermeer of Delft—­Lost masterpieces—­The wooden petticoat—­Modern Delft pottery and old breweries.

I travelled to Delft from Rotterdam in a little steam passenger barge, very long and narrow to fit it for navigating the locks; which, as it is, it scrapes.  We should have started exactly at the hour were it not that a very small boy on the bank interrupted one of the crew who was unmooring the boat by asking for a light for his cigar, and the transaction delayed us a minute.

It rained dismally, and I sat in the stuffy cabin, either peering at the country through the window or talking with a young Dutchman, the only other traveller.  At one village a boy was engaged in house-cleaning by immersing the furniture, piece by piece, bodily in the canal.  Now and then we met a barge in full sail on its way to Rotterdam, or overtook one being towed towards Delft, the man at the rope bent double under what looked like an impossible task.

Little guides to the tombs in both the Old and the New Church of Delft have been prepared for the convenience of visitors by Dr. G. Morre, and translations in English have been made by D. Goslings, both gentlemen, I presume, being local savants.  The New Church contains the more honoured dust, for there repose not only William the Silent, who was perhaps the greatest of modern patriots and rulers, but also Grotius.