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might be considered as the Westminster of Holland, on 

 account of the remains of warriors and of learned men 

 which it contains. In the centre of one compartment of 

 the church stands the spleudid mausoleum of William the 

 First, Prince of Orange, a man who is justly considered as 

 the founder of Dutch liberty, and whose memory is re- 

 vered throughout the land. It is the finest monument in 

 Holland, and is thought by some competent judges to 

 present one of the most perfect specimens of architectural 

 magnificence in Europe. 



" It consists of a square base of white marble and bronze, 

 and of a beautiful canopy of similar materials, supported 

 by four alabaster pillars. Between the two pillars facing 

 the great organ sits a bronze statue of the prince, in com- 

 plete armour, seemingly occupied in the administration of 

 justice. On his right side there is a fiue statue of the 

 goddess of Liberty, and on his left stands Justice with her 

 scales. The former struck me as being the more beautiful; 

 it is a production of real genius, and the greater is the 

 pity that a work so perfect should be deformed by any- 

 thing incongruous or absurd. 



' That it is true 'tis pity, and pity 'tis 'tis true.' 



But either the evil star of the artist lias, in an inauspicious 

 hour, darkened the light of his genius, or some patriotic 

 son of Batavia, intent on immortality, has generously 

 offered himself as the amender of a work, which, from the 



