It did more than preserve the mere name--it kept its spirit alive. In the chronicles of the Revolution preserved in his home state we read of a Lieutenant Daniel Van Riepen,[1] one of the descendants of the Juriaen who came over in _Te Bonte Koe_, being captured by the Royalists and imprisoned in the old Sugar House with other patriots. He must have borne the marks of the hardships they suffered there, for when he was brought before a court-martial in Hoboken to be tried and shot as a rebel, he was ragged and without uniform or distinctions of rank. Asked by the presiding judge why he came thus, being an officer, he made reply: “It is not clothes or arms that make the man.” “What then?” sneered his accuser, one Van Horst. “This, sir!” said Van Riepen, and smote his breast proudly. Whereat the British officer who attended ordered that he be released. “He is a man,” he said. “Were I ten times a prisoner, I could give no better answer.” And the patriot went free. So the old world and the new have met, and the Old Town won the day once more, this time far from home, with the best of all weapons,--the manhood that is its hall-mark wherever its children are found. CONTENTS PAGE THE OLD AND THE NEW vii CHAPTER I 1 CHAPTER II 26 CHAPTER III 49 CHAPTER IV 78 CHAPTER V 104 CHAPTER VI 143 CHAPTER VII 169 CHAPTER VIII 186 CHAPTER IX. OUR BEAUTIFUL SUMMER 229 KING FREDERIK AT HOME 257 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS “Post Office” _Frontispiece_ PAGE “Where blossoming lilacs dip over garden walls” 9 “The old Domkirke reared its gray head” _facing_ 12 The Causeway in a Storm 15 Fanö Women 21 Seal of the Old Town in the Thirteenth Century 26 An Old House 31 The Iron Hand 32 A Watchman 38 “He found his prisoner faithfully guarding the gun when he came back” _facing_ 48 “Eyes that spoke of things unseen by the crowd” 49 Peer Down’s Slip _facing_ 50 Neighbor Quedens 52 The Good Dean of the Domkirke 58 The Wife of the Middle-miller 60 Venus 61 “Did the honors on ceremonial occasions” _facing_ 62 Liar Hans 65 The Old Family Doctor _facing_ 74 “They crept about, the old men with their staffs” 77