PARIS, Friday, December 10, 1688.
I can not answer your letters to-day, as they came so late, and I
answer two on a Monday. The marquis[234] is a little rustic, but not
enough so to render him ridiculous; he will not have so fine a figure
as his father, nor is it to be expected; in other respects he does very
well, answering pertinently to every thing that is asked him, like a
man of good sense, who has made observations and sought information
during his campaign; his conversation is tinctured with modesty and
rectitude that charm us. M. du Plessis is worthy of the esteem you
bear him. We take our meals together very socially, amusing ourselves
with the unjust proceedings we sometimes adopt against one another;
make yourself easy upon this score, and think no more about it; let it
be my part to blush at thinking that a wren is a heavy burden to me:
I own I am grieved at it, but we must submit to the great justice of
paying our debts: no one understands this better than yourself; you
have also kindness enough for me to believe that I am not naturally
avaricious, and that I have no intention to hoard. When you are here,
good madam, you tutor your son so well, that I am compelled to admire
you; but, in your absence, I undertake to teach him the common rules
of conversation, which it is important to know; there are some things
of which we ought not to be ignorant. It would be ridiculous to appear
astonished at certain events which are the topics of the day; I am
sufficiently acquainted with these trifles. I also strongly recommend
to him attention to what others say, and the presence of mind by which
we quickly comprehend and answer; this is a principal object in our
intercourse with the world. I repeat to him instances of miracles of
this kind which Dangeau related to us the other day; he admires them,
and I lay great stress upon the charms, and even utility, of this sort
of alertness of mind. In short, I obtain the chevalier’s approbation:
we converse together on books, and the misfortune of being troubled
with listlessness and want of employment: we call this laziness of the
mind, which deprives us of a taste for good books and even romances;
as this is an interesting subject, we frequently enter upon it. Little
Auvergne[235] is very fond of reading; he was never happy, when with
the army, unless he had a book in his hand. God knows whether M. du
Plessis and we can turn this fine and noble passion to account; we are
willing to believe the marquis susceptible of the best impressions; we
suffer no opportunity to pass unimproved that can tend to inspire him
with so desirable a taste. The chevalier is of more use to this dear
boy than can easily be imagined; he is continually striking the full
chords of honor and reputation, and takes an interest in his affairs,
for which you can not sufficiently thank him: he enters into every
thing, attends to every thing, and wishes the marquis to regulate
his own accounts and incur no unnecessary expenses; by this means,
he endeavors to give him a habit of regularity and economy, and to
make him lay aside the air of grandeur, of “what does it signify,”
of ignorance, and indifference, which is the direct path to every
kind of injustice, and, at length, to the workhouse: can there be any
obligation equal to that of training up your son in these principles?
For my part, I am charmed with it, and think this sort of education far
more noble than any other. The chevalier is a little afflicted with the
gout: he will go to-morrow, if he can, to Versailles, and will inform
you of the situation of his affairs. You already know that you are a
knight of the order, which is a very desirable thing in the center of
your province, and in actual service, and will admirably become M. de
Grignan’s fine figure: there will, however, be no one to dispute it
with him in Provence, for he will not be envied by his uncle,[236] as
this title does not go out of the family.
[234] The son of Madame de Grignan.
[235] Francis-Egon de la Tour, Prince of Auvergne, who quitted
the French army in 1702, in which he served in Germany, to enter
into the service of the emperor.
[236] The archbishop of Arles was commander of the royal orders
of knighthood.
La Fayette is just going from hence; he has been holding forth a
full hour about one of the little marquis’s friends. He has related
so many ridiculous things of him that the chevalier thinks himself
obliged to mention them to his father, who is his friend; he thanked
La Fayette for his intelligence, for, in fact, there is nothing of so
much consequence as being in good company, and it often happens that,
without being ridiculous ourselves, we are rendered so by those we
associate with. Make yourself easy upon this subject, the chevalier
will set matters right. I shall be very much mortified if he can not
present his nephew on Sunday; this gout is a great drawback upon our
happiness. With respect to Paulina, can you, my dear child, expect her
to be perfect? She is not mild in her own apartment; many persons who
are very much beloved and respected, have had the same fault. I think
you may easily correct it; but take particular care not to scold and
humiliate her. All my friends load me with a thousand compliments and a
thousand regards to you. Madame de Lavardin called upon me yesterday,
to tell me she esteemed you too highly to send you _compliments_;
but that she embraced you with all her heart, and the great Count de
Grignan--these were her words. You have great reason to love her.
What I am going to relate is a fact. Madame de Brinon, the very soul
of St. Cyr, and the intimate friend of Madame de Maintenon, is no
longer at St. Cyr;[237] she quitted that place four days ago; Madame
Hanover, who loves her, brought her back to the Hôtel de Guise, where
she still remains. There does not seem to be any misunderstanding
between her and Madame de Maintenon, for she sends every day to inquire
after her health; this increases our curiosity to know the subject
of her disgrace. Every one is whispering about it without knowing
more. If this affair should be cleared up, I will inform you of the
circumstances.
[237] Madame de Brinon, at that time of the first establishment
of St. Cyr, was placed at the head of that house. She had great
learning and talents, but an equal portion of pride and ambition.
The superior only of the house, she assumed the airs of an
abbess. She displayed the most offensive ostentation; she held a
court; she opposed Madame de Maintenon, whose dependent she was.
These things offended the king, as well as her benefactress. A
_lettre de cachet_ obliged her to leave St. Cyr in twenty-four
hours.
The Duchess of Hanover, who received her, and who was the
daughter of the celebrated princess palatine, was soon disgusted
with Madame de Brinon, who retired to the Abbey of Maubuisson,
and died there, regretting the world, regretting St. Cyr, and
regretting life.