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by necessary labour from land or sea. In all classes the Dutch are bred of the soil or sea and the writer fancies that in the varying aspects of the Dutch landscapes there may be seen the forces upon which Dutch character has been built. The great stretches of green daisied meadow, bright with buttercups, the sleek kine, the redroofed farmstead, the cheerful flapping of the windmill sail, and overhead a' sky, deep blue, with fleecy clouds of white t such a countryside makes it inevitable that the Dutch will know the virtue of Mother Earth's good gifte. The windswept dunes of sand, the long uabroken stretch of beach, the grey green waters of the sea over which the Northwind 'sweeps „most feelingly" : these conviitce »us that the Dutch are stout of heart, else had they never been a race of riders on the sea. The tranquil canals that wend their way, lily strewn, from farm to farm — whose clear waters lave a wondrous shadowland of fairy plants, whose marges are thickset with sedge, and bunches of bright forgetmenot: such a scène suggests that people dwelling there might well develop a deep feeling of joy in all that is beautiful. Indeed the particular canal the writer has in mind runs within a few yards of the mill-house where Rembrandt was born. And lastly when the northwind keenly blows across the waters of the reedbegirdled mere, its wan surface with white spots of foam ; where a solitary tree—leafless—stretches its gaunt arms imploringly to warmer south, and the scuttling water fowl seeks sudden shelter in the wind-tossed reeds, when your boat heels over as it meets the sudden squall and uncomplaining meets the ceaseless buffets of the waves — then, then you understand and feel something of the real spirit of the Dutch : their restraiat in joy, their sense of the tragic in life ; but also the steadfastness that has enabled them to meet all life's vicissitudes, their sense of loyalty, their fine'faith in the ultimate triumph of the things of the spirit,.