The arrival of the Prince in Ghent was, on the whole, a relief to John Casimir.  As usual, this addle-brained individual had plunged headlong into difficulties, out of which he was unable to extricate himself.  He knew not what to do, or which way to turn.  He had tampered with Imbue and his crew, but he had found that they were not the men for a person of his quality to deal with.  He had brought a large army into the field, and had not a stiver in his coffers.  He felt bitterly the truth of the Landgrave’s warning—­“that ’twas better to have thirty thousand devils at one’s back than thirty thousand German troopers, with no money to give them;” it being possible to pay the devils with the sign of the cross, while the soldiers could be discharged only with money or hard knocks.  Queen Elizabeth, too, under whose patronage he had made this most inglorious campaign, was incessant in her reproofs, and importunate in her demands for reimbursement.  She wrote to him personally, upbraiding him with his high pretensions and his shortcomings.  His visit to Ghent, so entirely unjustified and mischievous; his failure to effect that junction of his army with the states’ force under Bossu, by which the royal army was to have been surprised and annihilated; his having given reason to the common people to suspect her Majesty and the Prince of Orange of collusion with his designs, and of a disposition to seek their private advantage and not the general good of the whole Netherlands; the imminent danger, which he had aggravated, that the Walloon provinces, actuated by such suspicions, would fall away from the “generality” and seek a private accord with Parma; these and similar sins of omission and commission were sharply and shrewishly set forth in the Queen’s epistle.  ’Twas not for such marauding and intriguing work that she had appointed him her lieutenant, and furnished him with troops and subsidies.  She begged him forthwith to amend his ways, for the sake of his name and fame, which were sufficiently soiled in the places where his soldiers had been plundering the country which they came to protect.

The Queen sent Daniel Rogers with instructions of similar import to the states-general, repeatedly and expressly disavowing Casimir’s proceedings and censuring his character.  She also warmly insisted on her bonds.  In short, never was unlucky prince more soundly berated by his superiors, more thoroughly disgraced by his followers.  In this contemptible situation had Casimir placed himself by his rash ambition to prove before the world that German princes could bite and scratch like griffins and tigers as well as carry them in their shields.  From this position Orange partly rescued him.  He made his peace with the states-general.  He smoothed matters with the extravagant Reformers, and he even extorted from the authorities of Ghent the forty-five thousand pounds bond, on which Elizabeth had insisted with such obduracy.  Casimir repaid these favors of