PARIS, May 25, 1696.
[358] The dear _Pauline_, the favorite grand-daughter of Madame
de Sévigné. See page 418.
Far from taking it unkindly, madam, that you did not write to me with
your own hand, I am very much surprised that you even thought of me
at a time so cruel and so fatal as the present. I did not doubt your
sensibility at the loss we have sustained; and I could easily conceive
what it would cost your excellent heart. God of heaven, what a blow
is this to us all! For myself, I am lost in the thought that I shall
no longer see the dear cousin to whom I have been from infancy so
affectionately attached, and who returned this attachment so tenderly
and so faithfully. If you could see, madam, all that passes here, you
would be still better acquainted with the merit of your grandmother,
for never was worth more truly acknowledged than hers; and the public
renders her, with pious regret, all the honor which is due to her.
Madame de Coulanges is grieved to an excess that it is impossible to
describe, and I tremble for its effect upon her own health. From the
day that announced to us the fatal illness, which in the end took our
friend from us forever, we have lost all peace of mind. The Duchess
de Chaulnes is almost dead, and poor Madame de la Troche--.[359] In
short, we meet together to weep, and to regret what we have lost; and
in the midst of our grief, we are not without anxiety for the health of
your mother. Do not write to me; order one of your meanest attendants
to inform us how you are: I entreat you to believe that your mother’s
health and your own are very precious to me, for more reasons than one;
for I think I owe it to the memory of Madame de Sévigné, to be more
attached to you and Madame de Grignan than before, from knowing so
well the sentiments she entertained for her and for you. I shall not
write to your mother for a long time, for fear of increasing her grief
by my letters; but omit me not, whenever an opportunity offers; make
mention of my name; be assured that of all your servants, relations,
friends, no one is more deeply afflicted than I am, no one feels a
greater interest in all that concerns you. I shall not show your
letter immediately to Madame de Coulanges; but I shall not fail to
tell her that you do not forget her. I can assure you that you owe her
this justice on account of her love for you. Allow me to pay my sad
compliments to M. de Simiane, the Chevalier de Grignan, and M. de la
Garde. Heavens, what a scene in this royal château! Poor Mademoiselle
de Marsillac too, who has so well discharged all the duties of
friendship, how I feel for her!
[359] This phrase is incomplete.