PARIS, Friday, March 15, 1680.
I am much afraid we shall lose M. de la Rochefoucault. His fever still
continues. He received the sacrament yesterday. The tranquillity of
his mind is really worthy of admiration. He has settled all affairs
of conscience, and his disorder and the prospect of approaching
dissolution give him no concern; you would think it was his neighbor at
the point of death. He hears the physicians dispute without being the
least affected by it, and the contentions of the Englishman and Friar
Ange, without saying a word. I return to this verse: