PARIS, Wednesday, April 15, 1676.
I am very melancholy, my dear; my poor boy is just gone; he has so
many little social virtues that are the charm of society, that were
he only an acquaintance I should regret his loss. He desired me, over
and over again, to tell you that he forgot to take notice to you of
the story of your Proteus, who was at one time a capuchin, at another
time a galley-slave; he was highly amused at it. It is supposed we are
going to undertake the siege of Cambray; this is so extraordinary a
step, that every one thinks we have had intelligence with some one in
the place. If we lose Philipsburg, it will be very difficult to repair
the breach: _vederemo_, we shall see. But still we reason and make
almanacs, all of which end with, _the king’s star will prevail_.
At length Marshal Bellefond has cut the thread that tied him here.
Sanguin has purchased his place[137] for 55,000 livres, and a brevet de
retenue of 350,000. This is a fine settlement, and an assurance of a
cordon bleu.[138] M. de Pomponne has paid me a very cordial visit; all
your friends have exerted themselves wonderfully. I do not go out yet.
The cold winds retard the cure of my hands, and yet I write better than
I did, as you may see. I turn myself at night on my left side; I eat
with my left hand: these are left hand performances. My face is very
little altered; you would soon discover that you have seen it somewhere
before; it is because I have not been bled, and have endeavored to get
cured of my illness without such remedies. I thank you for mentioning
the pigeons to me. Where has the little one acquired this timidity? I
am afraid you will throw the blame upon me: you cast a suspicious eye
toward me. This humor will, I dare say, pass off, and you will not be
obliged to make a monk of him. I am resolved to go to Vichi; they have
set me against Bourbon on account of the air. The Maréchale d’Estrées
wishes me to go to Vichi; she says it is a delightful country. I have
told you what I think of that affair; either resolve to return hither
with me, or do not come at all; for a fortnight will only disturb me
with constant thoughts of a separation, and will be on the whole a
foolish and useless expense. You know how dear the sight of you is to
me, so take your own measures.
[137] Of premier maître-d’hôtel, or lord chamberlain, to the king.
[138] M. de Sanguin was not created a knight of the king’s order
at the promotion in 1688, but the Marquis de Livri his son, who
was premier maître-d’hôtel, was comprehended in that of 1724.
I wish you had finished the bargain about your estate: M. de Pomponne
tells me it is raised to a marquisate. I desired him to make it a
dukedom: he assured me it would give him great pleasure to do so, and
that he would use all expedition in drawing up the patents. This is
a considerable step. I am delighted to hear the pigeons are so well.
How does the little tiny, or rather the great fat one do? I love him
dearly, for resolving to live against wind and tide. But I can not
forget my little girl;[139] I suppose you will determine on putting her
to Saint Marie, according to the resolutions you adopt this summer; all
depends upon that. You seem satisfied with the devotions of Passion and
Easter weeks: you shut yourself up at Grignan. For my part, my thoughts
were not affected with any thing. I had no object to strike the senses.
I ate meat till Good Friday, and had only the comfort of being very
distant from any opportunity of committing sin. I told La Mousse you
remembered him, and he advises you to make the most of your man of wit.
Adieu, my dear child.
[139] Marie-Blanche d’Athémar, born the 15th November, 1670.