His device, "Repos ailleurs," finely typified the restless, agitated and laborious life to which he was destined.
That other distinguished leader of the newly-formed league, Count Louis, was a true knight of the olden time, the very mirror of chivalry.

Gentle, generous, pious; making use, in his tent before the battle, of the prayers which his mother sent him from the home of his childhood,--yet fiery in the field as an ancient crusader--doing the work of general and soldier with desperate valor and against any numbers--cheerful and steadfast under all reverses, witty and jocund in social intercourse, animating with his unceasing spirits the graver and more foreboding soul of his brother; he was the man to whom the eyes of the most ardent among the Netherland Reformers were turned at this early epoch, the trusty staff upon which the great Prince of Orange was to lean till it was broken.

As gay as Brederode, he was unstained by his vices, and exercised a boundless influence over that reckless personage, who often protested that he would "die a poor soldier at his feet." The career of Louis was destined to be short, if reckoned by years, but if by events, it was to attain almost a patriarchal length.

At the age of nineteen he had taken part in the battle of St.Quentin, and when once the war of freedom opened, his sword was never to be sheathed.

His days were filled with life, and when he fell into his bloody but unknown grave, he was to leave a name as distinguished for heroic valor and untiring energy as for spotless integrity.