The Rise of the Dutch Kingdom 1795-1813 A SHORT ACCOUNT OF THE EARLY DEVELOPMENT OF THE MODERN KINGDOM OF THE NETHERLANDS BY Hendrik Willem van Loon, ILLUSTRATED GARDEN CITY NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1915 [Illustration: WILLIAM I] DEDICATION This little book, telling the story of our national usurpation by a foreign enemy during the beginning of the nineteenth century, appears at a moment when our nearest neighbours are suffering the same fate which befell us more than a hundred years ago. I dedicate my work to the five soldiers of the Belgian army who saved my life near Waerloos. I hope that their grandchildren may read a story of national revival which will be as complete and happy as that of our own land. Brussels, Belgium, Christmas night, 1914. APOLOGIA And for those other faults of barbarism, Doric dialect, extemporanean style, tautologies, apish imitation, a rhapsody of rags gathered together from several dung-hills, excrements of authors, toys and fopperies confusedly tumbled out, without art, invention, judgment, wit, learning, harsh, raw, rude, fantastical, absurd, insolent, indiscreet, ill-composed, indigested, vain, scurrile, idle, dull, and dry, I confess all ('tis partly affected); thou canst not think worse of me than I do of myself. * * * * * So that as a river runs, sometimes precipitate and swift, then dull and slow; now direct, then _per ambages_; now deep, then shallow; now muddy, then clear; now broad, then narrow; doth my style flow: now serious, then light; now comical, then satirical; now more elaborate, then remiss, as the present subject required or as at that time I was affected. And if thou vouchsafe to read this treatise, it shall seem no otherwise to thee than the way to an ordinary traveller, sometimes fair, sometimes foul, here champaign, there enclosed; barren in one place, better soil in another. --_Anatomy of Melancholy_.--Burton. FOREWORD This foreword is an afterthought. It was written when the first proofs of the book had gone back to the printer. And this is how it took its origin: A few days ago I received a copy of a Dutch historical magazine containing a violent attack upon one of my former books. The reviewer, who evidently neither had taken the time to read my book nor had taken the trouble to understand what I was trying to say, accused me among other things of a haughty contempt for my forefathers during their time of decline. Haughty contempt, indeed! Nay, Brother of the Acrid Pen, was it not the truth which hurt thee so unexpectedly rather than my scornful irony?