Now of all the events in the wars of the Low Countries, there was none
which had so strongly affected his imagination as the siege of Leyden.
The patient fortitude of the besieged, and their deliverance, less by
the exertions of man, (though no human exertions were omitted), than
by the special mercy of Him whom the elements obey, and in whom they
had put their trust, were in the strong and pious mind of Daniel,
things of more touching interest than the tragedy of Haarlem, or the
wonders of military science and of courage displayed at the siege of
Antwerp. Who indeed could forget the fierce answer of the Leydeners
when they were, for the last time, summoned to surrender, that the men
of Leyden would never surrender while they had one arm left to eat,
and another to fight with! And the not less terrible reply of the
Burgemeester Pieter Adriaanzoon Vander Werf, to some of the townsmen
when they represented to him the extremity of famine to which they
were reduced; “I have sworn to defend this city,” he made answer, “and
by God's help I mean to keep that oath! but if my death can help ye
men, here is my body! cut it in pieces, and share it among ye as far
as it will go.” And who without partaking in the hopes and fears of
the contest, almost as if it were still at issue, can peruse the
details of that _amphibious_ battle (if such an expression may be
allowed) upon the inundated country, when, in the extremity of their
distress, and at a time when the Spaniards said that it was as
impossible for the Hollanders to save Leyden from their power, as it
was for them to pluck the stars from heaven, “a great south wind,
which they might truly say came from the grace of God,” set in with
such a spring tide, that in the course of eight and forty hours, the
inundation rose half a foot, thus rendering the fields just passable
for the flat-bottomed boats which had been provided for that service!
A naval battle, among the trees; where the besieged, though it was
fought within two miles of their walls, could see nothing because of
the foliage; and amid such a labyrinth of dykes, ditches, rivers and
fortifications, that when the besiegers retired from their palisades
and sconces, the conquerors were not aware of their own success, nor
the besieged of their deliverance!
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