LETTER LVIII.

LIVRI, Wednesday, Nov. 4, 1676.

Nothing can be more true than the proverb which says, that liberty

is destroyed by uncertainty. Were you under any sort of restraint,

you would have determined what to do long ago, and not have been like

Mohammed’s coffin, suspended between heaven and earth; one of the

loadstones would certainly, by this time, have got the better of the

other. You would no longer be _dragooned_, which is a very unpleasant

state. The voice you heard, in passing the Durance, exclaim, _Ah,

mother! mother!_ would pierce to Grignan: or at least, that which

counseled you to leave it, would not haunt you at Briare; for which

reason, I maintain that nothing can be more opposite in its nature to

liberty than indifference and indecision. Can it be possible that the

sage La Garde, who has, it seems, resumed all his wonted wisdom, has

likewise lost his free will? is he incapable of advising you? can he

be at a loss to decide in this important point? you have seen that I

decide like one of the councils. But how is it that La Garde, who is

coming to Paris himself, can not contrive that his journey may take

place at the same time with yours? If you do come, it would be no bad

thought to take the way of Sully; the little duchess would certainly

convey you as far as Nemours; at least, you would find some friend or

other, from day to day, so that you would have a relay of friends, till

you found yourself in your own apartment. You would have met with a

better reception last time, but your letter came so late that you took

every body by surprise, and had nearly missed me, which would have been

a fine circumstance indeed; but we will contrive to keep clear of this

inconvenience in future. I can not help praising the chevalier,[141]

who arrived in Paris on Friday evening, and dined here on Saturday; was

it not very good of him? I was delighted to see him, and I assure you

we spoke with great freedom of your scruples. I am now going to take

a trip to Paris. I must see M. de Louvois on your brother’s account,

who is still here without leave, which vexes me not a little. I want

to talk to M. Colbert likewise, about your pension: these two visits

are all I have to make. I have some thoughts of going to Versailles,

but will acquaint you whether I do so or not. In the mean time, we have

the finest weather imaginable; the country has yet put on none of its

horrors, and St. Hubert has favored the hunter extremely.

[141] De Grignan.

We are still reading Saint Augustine with pleasure: there is something

so great and noble in his ideas, that all the mischief that weak minds

can possibly receive from his doctrine, falls infinitely short of the

good which others may derive from the perusal. You will imagine I give

myself airs of a learned lady; but when you see in what a familiar

style this is written, you will cease to wonder at my capacity. You

tell me that if you did not love me a great deal more than you say,

you should love me very little: I am strangely tempted to scold you

for this, even though I should risk the saying an unkind or an uncivil

thing: but no; I am fully persuaded you love me; and God knows much

better than it is possible for you to do, what a strong affection I

entertain for you. I am glad to hear Pauline is like me, she will serve

to put you in mind of me. “_Ah! mother, there is no need of that._”

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