Raising himself on his knees, the sufferer lifted up his hands and eyes to heaven in deep and earnest prayer.

At that moment, one Verhagen struck him with his musket.

Hundreds followed his example, and the cruel massacre was completed.
"Barbarities too dreadful for utterance or contemplation, all that phrenzied passion or brutal ferocity could suggest, were perpetrated on the bodies of these noble and virtuous citizens; nor was it till night put an end to the butchery, that their friends were permitted to convey their mangled remains to a secret and obscure tomb." In the Nieuwe Kerk at The Hague the tomb of the De Witts may be seen and honoured.
The Gevangenpoort is well worth a visit.

One passes tortuously from cell to cell--most of them associated with some famous breaker of the laws of God or man, principally of man.

Here you may see a stone hollowed by the drops of water that plashed from the prisoner's head, on which they were timed to fall at intervals of a few seconds--a form of torture imported, I believe, from China, and after some hours ending inevitably in madness and death.