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Madame's account of his eldest for, the first Dauphin, is, that he was a prince incapable of friendlhip, and only liked his acquaintance and attendants for his own pleasures. He was very fond of people talking to him while he was seated on a chaise percée, which was done decently enough, with their backs turned toward him. I have often entertained him, says Madame, in the fame manner, from the cabinet of the Dauphiness, with which he was much diverted.--The reciprocal case with which the moft serious business has been long transacted in France, is wonderful!!

The Dauphin lived very well with his wife during the first three years of their marriage, but afterward he had miftreffes without end; and, according to Madame, he used no art, disa guise, or hypocrisy, to keep his amours a secret from his wife; they were carried on with drums beating and colours Aying. He was naturally gay; but lo indolent that he would not take the trouble to be cheerful. He would bave preferred an idle life to all the kingdoms on earth. He resembled the King very much in the face. He had a daughter by the actress, Raifin; but he would never acknowlege her. He had however some excellent principles instilled into him by his governor the celebrated Bossuet, bifhop of Meaux: but he was too much cired in learning them, to bear the additional fatigue of putting them in practice.

He never loved any one sincerely except the Dauphiness, and never hated any one very violently. When he could oblige or serve any person without trouble, he set about it with a good grace; and, when he could vex and mortify, be seemed to do it with zeal and satisfaction. He was, in general, one of those unaccountable characters that are good, and even very good, when they are expected to be bad, and moft mischievous when they are expected to be good.

He did not like to be treated with too great respect, perhaps from the trouble it cost him to return it. He feared nothing lo much as being King; at first from tenderness and veneration for his father, and afterward from the fear of trouble. He passed whole days in bed, or in being drawn in a chaise about the garden, with a cane in his hand, and beating his shoes, without Speaking a fingle word.

He never spoke his sentiments on any subject, unless about once a year, when, if he chose to speak, he expressed himself nobly. His religious opinions were often whimsical. The most deadly fin, in his opinion, was eating meat, on a fast day. He sent for the actress, Raisin, on one of these days of abstinence; and having concealed her in a mill, he allowed her nothing to eat or drink during the whole day. His mistress often related the sumptuous manner in which this Prince had treated her. I


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asked him one day,' says Madame, 'what was his reason for condemping her to such a regimen? when he told me, that he meant to commit one fin, but not two.'

• If the Dauphin had chosen it, he might have had great inAuence with the King. His Majesty told him, that if he wished to serve any one, or to perform acts of benevolence, he might draw on the royal treasury for whatever fums he pleased : but he never availed himself of this offer. He said he thould be so peftered with solicitations.'

How totally unseeling and deficient in benignity must that heart be, which can suffer its poffeffor to aflign so wretched a season for refusing to confer benefits without any other labour or expence than the mere act of bestowing, which, to beneficent minds, is the firft of all gratifications!

His indifference concerning the crown, the Dauphiness, and his friends, was extended to his children; for he lived with them as with utter strangers, never entering their apartments; and, when they met, be called them Monsieur le Duc de Bourgogne, Monsieur le Duc d'Anjou, M. le Duc de Berry; and they always called 'him Monseigneur.

This Prince died in 1711 of the small pox, a disease of which the French were then so ignorant, that the King reproached Madame during the Dauphin's illness, with having said that perfons in that disease had always a terrible fever when it was at the height—" why the Dauphin, says he, is quite easy; he does not suffer at all during the fuppuration, and the puftules begin to dry up.—So much the worse, says Madame, in a fright, he ought to suffer extremely.-Oh, you know better, I suppose, answered the King, than all the physicians. I know but too well, says she, by my own experience, what the small pox is; but I hope with all my heart that I am mistaken.” The Dauphin died the same night.

His eldest son, the Duke of Burgundy, by some called the fecond Dauphin, seems to have dwindled into greater imbecility both of mind and body than his father. He was extremely deformed in his person, and a bigot in religion: and though he had the cxcellent Fenelon for his preceptor, he seems never to have dircovered any taste for literature or science. But how unsuccessful have ever been the labours of the most able preceptors, when they bave neither had a good head nor a good heart to work on! Great expectations were formed of the Duke of Burgundy, from the virtue and abilities of his Governor the Duke de Bouvilliers, and of bis preceptor, the admirable Archbishop of Cambray. But all they could do with this Prince, who was naturally proud and passionate, was to soften him down into bigotry and inactivity; he lost all energy of character, and became what Madame has described him. He was married to a



Princess of the house of Savoy, who had not only a very gay and sprightly disposition, but was pretty, and extremely agreeable whenever the pleased.

• This Prince (says Madame), like most hump-backed men, had an excessive pasiion for the fair sex; and his devotion not suffering him to touch any other woman than his wife, he became extremely uxorious. He was so fearful of pleasing any other female, that when a lady told him one day that he had very fine eyes, he immediately began to squint: but this good prince might have spared himself these precautions. This Princess had her fortune cold before he left Italy, when it was predicted that she would die before fhe was twenty-seven, which she never forgor. One day she told her husband, that her time for quitting the world being nearly expired, as she knew he could not live without a wife, as well on account of his rank, as his religious principles, she wished to know whom he intended to marry: he told her that he hoped God would never punish him so severely as to take her from him; but if that Thould happen, he never would think of marrying again, but would follow her in less than eight days; and he kept his word, dying of grief in 1712, the seventh day after his wife expired.'

Though this story affords no proof of the truth of ruch pre. dictions, it is a notable instance of the force of imagination; and it must be a ftrong mind indeed, which, after littening to fuch terrific divination, can wholly forget or despise it: and its operations on the health, happiness, and life of persons who are at all tinctured with credulity and fuperftition, are often fo fatal, that whoever wishes not to shorten existence by such means, should never consult such oracles.

The Duke of Anjou, King of Spain, the Dauphin's second fon, says Madame, is a good Prince, who speaks but little, loves his wife excessively, leaves the management of the state to others, and has an urter aversion to all kinds of business. He is decidedly hump-backed; however, he is taller than his brothers, and has a more agreeable countenance. It is very extraordinary, but he has fair hair and black eyes.—He is extremely devout, and his piety is one of the motives for his prodigious attachment to his wife ; for he believes he shall be dd if he loves any other woman. His good nature renders him so facile, that his wife never trusts him out of her fight, for fear he should comiply with improper requests. The Queen of Spain has a nevero failing power over the King. Knowing his fondness for the fex, the has had casters put to his part of the synonime or double bed; and when he is intractable about state affairs, fhe pushes his bed further off; but when her proposition is admitted, the draws it nearer, and admits him into her own.

The Dauphin's third son, the Duke of Berry, says Madame, killed himself at eight-and-twenty by mere eating and drinking. When a child, he promised more than he afterward performed. He was very badly brought up among his mother's female attend


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aats, who made him the common drudge and fag of their apartments; and it was Berry here, Berry there, and Berry every where, on all occasions. At length he fell in love with one of the waiting-women, whose work he had so long been performing. After this, he was married to a daughter of the Regent, of whom he was likewise very fond, at least three months, when he was smitten with a swarthy chamber-maid. The Duchess of Berry, who was very cunning, soon discovered this amour, and told him plainly, that if he continued to treat her with the same external regard and attention as at their first marriage, she would overlook his infidelities; but if he was wanting in the respect to which she was entitled, the would complain to the King, and have bis dowdy sent where he would never hear of her again. From this time they lived very well together; he treated her with respect, and the let him do what he pleased.

The Duke of Burgundy's only remaining son, afterward Lewis XV. had the fingle merit of being handsome. He had certainly a molt noble countenance, de beaux regards; but though the Aatterers of Lewis XIV. gave him the title of Louis le Grand, and those of his great-grandson qualified him with that of Louis le Bien-aimé, pofterity has adopted neither of these cognomens. The amiable weaknesses which, according to Mr. Wraxall, diftinguished the boule of Valois, seem transferred to the house of Bourbon ; whose gallantry and unbridled paffion for the fair-sex have been continued uninterruptedly from the time of Henry IV. to his present Majesty, who seems the most moderate monarch, in illicit pleasures, of the whole Bourbon race.

Monsieur, the brother of Lewis XIV. and husband of the Princess, from whose letters these fragments have been extracted, seems to bave been a downright fribble. Madame, who, after thirty years struggle, had accommodated herself to his humours, tells us, that there never were two brothers who differed from each other, both in person and inclination, more than the King and Monfieur. The King was rather large and robuft, had a noble carriage, with hair of a bright cheinut colour. Monfieur bad certainly not a noble air, and was very thin; his hair, eye-brows, and eye-lashes, were as black as jet, with large

eyes, a long and narrow visage, a large nose, a small mouth, and bad teeth,

He had many female inclinations. He neither loved horses nor hunting, but was fond of play, conversation, good eating, dancing, dress, and in short every thing that is pleasing ta women. The King loved hunting, music, and theatrical exhibitions; my husband only liked private affemblies and masquerades. The King was remarkably fond of the ladies; my huiband never loved any one during his whole life.

Though I suffered a great deal with him, I had a' regard for bim, and during the last three years of his life I had entirely gained



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his confidence. I had even made him confess to me his weaknesses, and prevailed on him to join with me in laughing at them.'

Cardinal Mazarin observing that the King had less vivacity than Monsieur, desired his preceptor to stop his ftudies entirely. “ Why (says he to La Motte le Vayer) should you make the King's brother a wise man? If he becomes more learned than the King, he will not know how to obey.”

My late husband (says Madame) made my children afraid of me, by always threatening to tell me of their faults. But, says I, are they not your children as well as mine? why don't you correct them yourself? - I don't know how to scold, said he; beside, they don't mind me, they are only afraid of you. He had a violent aver. fion to field sports, and, except in time of war, never mounted a horse. He wrote so bad a hand, that he was frequently unable to read his own letters, and brought them to me to decypher: saying, pray, read me this letter, that I may know what I have wriiten; you are used to my handmat which we have often laughed very heartily.

• He was so fond of bells, that he made it a rule to be in Paris every night of All-saints, when they were incessantly ringing. He loved no other music. He was always devout; and as to his bravery, the soldiers used to say, that he was more afraid of being sun-burnt than of powder and ball.

• Monsieur once pretended, for the joke's fake, to be in love with the Marischale de **, the filliest woman in the world. But if she had never had any other lover than him, her reputation would not have suffered. It is certain, that nothing serious ever passed be. tween them. He always took care never to be alone with her, and whenever it happened accidentally, he was always in a great fright, and said he was ill.-I have often heard him reproached on this account, and we have laughed at it heartily, when alone. He sometimes pretended to look at a woman with a kind of liking, to please the King; but this was foon over. Madame de Fiéne often told him that he dishonoured no female by his visits; but such visits disgraced himself. He was sometimes upbraided with having been ravished by Madame de M ..'

According to Madame, her husband only spoke to people to prevent them from complaining of being unnoticed by him. • The late King was often pleasant on the subject. My brother's nonsense, says he, makes me ashamed of speaking to people. Here her Serene Highness relates a conversation beiween her husband and a gentleman at court, very similar to that of the late Duke of N in Foote's Mayor of Garrat. When the gentleman was presented to Monfieur, he said, “ You come from the army, Sir?-No, Sir, said the Atranger, I never was in the army.-You come then from your house in the country? says Monsieur.--No, Sir, answered the gentleman, I have no house in the country. -Ah! says Monfieur, you live then at Paris with your wife and children? —No, Sir, says the gentleman, I have never been married.--Here every


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