the burghers within and the banditti without the gates.  Agreeable relations were formed within the walls, and a party of townsmen had agreed to cooperate with the followers of Schenk.  One morning a train of waggons laden with soldiers neatly covered with salt, made their appearance at the gate.  At the same time a fire broke out most opportunely within the town.  The citizens busily employed themselves in extinguishing the flames.  The salted soldiers, after passing through the gateway, sprang from the waggons, and mastered the watch.  The town was. carried at a blow.  Some of the inhabitants were massacred as a warning to the rest; others were taken prisoners and held for ransom; a few, more fortunate, made their escape to the citadel.  That fortress was stormed in vain, but the city was thoroughly sacked.  Every house was rifled of its contents.  Meantime Haultepenne collected a force of nearly four thousand men, boors, citizens, and soldiers, and came to besiege Schenk in the town, while, at the same time, attacks were made upon him from the castle.  It was impossible for him to hold the city, but he had completely robbed it of every thing valuable.  Accordingly he loaded a train of waggons with his booty, took with him thirty of the magistrates as hostages, with other wealthy citizens, and marching in good order against Haultepenne, completely routed him, killing a number variously estimated at from five hundred to two thousand, and effected his retreat, desperately wounded in the thigh, but triumphant, and laden with the spoils to Venlo on the Meuse, of which city he was governor.

“Surely this is a noble fellow, a worthy fellow,” exclaimed Leicester, who was filled with admiration at the bold marauder’s progress, and vowed that he was “the only soldier in truth that they had, for he was never idle, and had succeeded hitherto very happily.”

And thus, at every point of the doomed territory of the little commonwealth, the natural atmosphere in which the inhabitants existed was one of blood and rapine.  Yet during the very slight lull, which was interposed in the winter of 1585-6 to the eternal clang of arms in Friesland, the Estates of that Province, to their lasting honour, founded the university of Franeker.  A dozen years before, the famous institution at Leyden had been established, as a reward to the burghers for their heroic defence of the city.  And now this new proof was given of the love of Netherlanders, even in the midst of their misery and their warfare, for the more humane arts.  The new college was well endowed from ancient churchlands, and not only was the education made nearly gratuitous, while handsome salaries were provided for the professors, but provision was made by which the, poorer scholars could be fed and boarded at a very moderate expense.  There was a table provided at an annual cost to the student of but fifty florins, and a second and third table at the very low price of forty and thirty florins