revolutionary proceedings, according to the statement in the preamble.  Such a reservation in favor of his Majesty seemed a superfluous sarcasm.  It was furthermore resolved that the Prince of Orange should be appointed Lieutenant-General for Matthias, and be continued in his office of Ruward.  This constitution, drawn up under the superintendence of the Prince, had been already accepted by Matthias, while still at Antwerp, and upon the 18th of January, 1578, the ceremony of his inauguration took place.

It was the third triumphal procession which Brussels had witnessed within nine months.  It was also the most brilliant of all; for the burghers, as if to make amends to the Archduke for the actual nullity to which he had been reduced, seemed resolved to raise him to the seventh heaven of allegory.  By the rhetorical guilds he was regarded as the most brilliant constellation of virtues which had yet shone above the Flemish horizon.  A brilliant cavalcade, headed by Orange, accompanied by Count John of Nassau, the Prince de Chimay and other notables, met him at Vilvoorde, and escorted him to the city gate.  On an open field, outside the town, Count Bossu had arranged a review of troops, concluding with a sham-fight, which, in the words of a classical contemporary, seemed as “bloody a rencontre as that between Duke Miltiades of Athens and King Darius upon the plains of Attics.”  The procession entered the Louvain gate, through a splendid triumphal arch, filled with a band of invisible musicians.  “I believe that Orpheus had never played so melodiously on his harp,” says the same authority, “nor Apollo on his lyre, nor Pan on his lute, as the city waits then performed.”  On entering the gates, Matthias was at once delivered over to the hands of mythology, the burghers and rhetoricians taking possession of their illustrious captive, and being determined to outdo themselves in demonstrations of welcome.  The representatives of the “nine nations” of Brussels met him in the Ritter-street, followed by a gorgeous retinue.  Although it was mid-day, all bore flaming torches.  Although it was January, the streets were strewed with flowers.  The houses were festooned with garlands, and hung with brilliant silks and velvets.  The streets were thronged with spectators, and encumbered with triumphal arches.  On the Grande Place always the central scene in Brussels, whether for comedies, or tournaments, or executions, the principal dramatic effects had been accumulated.  The splendid front of the Hotel de Ville was wreathed with scarfs and banners; its windows and balconies, as well as those of the picturesque houses which formed the square, were crowded with gaily-dressed women.  Upon the area of the place, twenty-four theatres had been erected, where a aeries of magnificent living pictures were represented by the most beautiful young females that could be found in the city.  All were attired in brocades, embroideries, and cloth of gold.  The subjects of the tableaux vivants were,