You are then to apprise the President of the Haarlem Society.

He will cause the color of the flower to be proved before a committee and these hundred thousand guilders will be paid to you." Rosa heaved a deep sigh.
"And now," continued Cornelius,--wiping away a tear which was glistening in his eye, and which was shed much more for that marvellous black tulip which he was not to see than for the life which he was about to lose,--"I have no wish left, except that the tulip should be called Rosa Barlaensis, that is to say, that its name should combine yours and mine; and as, of course, you do not understand Latin, and might therefore forget this name, try to get for me pencil and paper, that I may write it down for you." Rosa sobbed afresh, and handed to him a book, bound in shagreen, which bore the initials C.W.
"What is this ?" asked the prisoner.
"Alas!" replied Rosa, "it is the Bible of your poor godfather, Cornelius de Witt.

From it he derived strength to endure the torture, and to bear his sentence without flinching.

I found it in this cell, after the death of the martyr, and have preserved it as a relic.

To-day I brought it to you, for it seemed to me that this book must possess in itself a divine power.