$na §, No 19., May 10. °56.] 
Nobody was prosecuted, nobody was “in- 
dulged.” Tichelaer (ante, p. 156.) was hand- 
somely rewarded. Borrebagh, one of the four 
assassins who stabbed John De Wit, and had 
been out of the way on that account, resumed 
his office of postmaster ; Banchem the sheriff 
(schepen), who encouraged the mob, and was so 
proud of his share in the murder that he had it 
engraved on the hilt of his sword, obtained the 
stewardship (baljuw) of the Hague, an office usu- 
ally held by nobles; Adam de Maes, who helped 
in the murder and did the engraving, got the 
command of a ship; and Verhoef the silversmith, 
who preserved the hearts of the brothers for 
exhibition, was made Herbergier te Voorschoo- 
ten.* The Dutch historians ascribe all these pro- 
motions to the prince, and tell, with some satis- 
faction, how the promoted behaved as might have 
been expected, and came to the ends which they 
deserved. 
It must be admitted that the prince extended 
to the assassins something more than ‘ indul- 
gence.” His share in the matter is expressed in 
an epigram : t 
“ Principis injussu cecidit per nobile fratrum ; 
Sed data sunt jussu preemia sicariis.” 
I do not impute to the prince any active share 
in the murder, beyond encouraging Tichelaer in a 
charge which he could not have believed. But he 
watched, and not only did not interfere to stop 
the proceeding, but took care that no one else 
should. The assassins judged that they were 
earning his favours, and the result showed that 
they were right. In his position he came within 
the maxim qui non prohibet facit ; and I hold him 
as guilty of the death of the De Wits as if he had 
struck the first blow with his own hand. Of the 
deaths — not of the indignities, which were against 
his interest and repugnant to his character, of 
which cruelty formed no part. When Banquo lay 
in the ditch, 
“With twenty trenched gashes in his head, 
The least a death to nature,” 
Macbeth would have been satisfied with the least, 
and have treated the other nineteen as wasteful 
and ridiculous excess. 
Before closing these notes I wish to say a few 
words on the character of William, as represented 
by our great modern historian. Mr. Macaulay 
tries men of past ages by the present standard of 
virtue, and is severe upon the treachery and cor- 
ruption of statesmen, in a time when honesty and 
fidelity were unknown; but instead of being satis- 
Utque novas sedes queret migrare coactus ; 
Oppidulo belli potiuntur jure Britanni.”’ 
Henry was indulgent.” 
* See Beknopte Historie van ’t Vaderland, p.234. I am 
so uncertain as to the office, that I leave Herbergier (qy. 
Aubergiste ?) yntranslated, 
NOTES AND QUERIES. 371 
fied with William as one of the best men then 
existing, he softens hard things to adapt him to 
our current notions. The latter half of the seven- 
teenth century was a state of transition. The 
world was mending rapidly, but politicians car- 
ried out their purposes. Louis XIV. could shut 
up those who thwarted him in the Bastile; but 
the constitutional governments of England and 
Holland could not, and so opponents were got rid 
of sometimes by emeutes, but generally by false 
charges and the forms of law. William will gain 
by comparison with the best of his contemporaries. 
Burnet, describing the execution of Lord Russell, 
says, “this was the end of that great and good 
man.” The epithets were not undeserved: yet 
Lord Russell must have known that Lord Staf- 
ford was innocent and Oates perjured ; and when, 
not content with the beheading, he disputed the 
royal prerogative, and insisted upon all the cruel- 
ties of an execution for treason, he tried to inflict 
upon the living body of a helpless old man brutal- 
ities as detestable as those exercised by the mob 
on the carcases of the De Wits. I hope that Van 
der Hoeven’s version of the pastor’s case, given by 
Mr. Henprixs (ante, p. 218.) is the right one; 
but now a pastor would suffer in public opinion 
for “assisting” at an execution, as then at a 
murder. H. B.C. 
U. U. Club. 
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JACOBITE SONG. 
As “N. & Q.” are occasionally made a reposi- 
tory for the poetical remains and fragments of 
by-past times, may I request a corner for the fol- 
lowing “Jacobite Relic,” which was taken down 
from the impassioned recitation of a grey-headed 
old Scotsman, whose feelings evidently warmly 
sympathised with the sentiments expressed in this 
hostile lyric. The historical errors in the lines 
show the state of ignorance in the popular mind 
regarding the new family. When we reflect that 
little more than a century has passed since the 
battle of Culloden, and that men now alive might 
have heard from actual participators in the con- 
flict the stirring recital of the ruthless deeds 
commemorated by Smollett in his immortal lyric, 
The Tears of Scotland, it is not to be wondered 
at, that feelings like those expressed in the pre- 
sent song should still linger in the minds of the 
people. For ever distant be the day, however, 
when the pulses of patriotism that swell the life- 
blood of Scotsmen, when they read the brave 
struggles of their ancestors to uphold a time- 
honoured and gallant, but mistaken and misled 
race of kings — lovers of learning and of the fine 
arts — should be extinguished by the pride of a 
false Cosmopolitanism, or the boasted progress of 
modern refinement, 
