"Il existait au milieu de la dernière cour un très beau puits, taillé dans le roc et extrêmement profond: il est actuellement comblé, et ma plume se refuse à tracer les scènes horribles qui ensanglantèrent ce lieu en 1793 et en 1795, tristes et épouvantables effets des guerres civiles!" This passage alludes, I imagine, to the circumstance related in page 90. Within its walls are various inscriptions, many of them in characters so difficult to decypher, that they remain unknown. The following has been rendered into more modern French by Cerutti. J'ai gravi, mesuré ces ruines sublimes; Mon coeur s'en est ému! De nos vaillants aïeux Tout y représentait les tournois magnanimes, Ils semblaient reparôitre et combattre à mes yeux; J'entendois sous leurs coups retentir les abîmes; Juge de leurs combats, idole de leur coeur, Du haut des tours, la dame admiroit le vainqueur. Casques et boucliers, cuirasses gigantesques, Cris d'armes, mot d'amour, devises de l'honneur, Carlets pour l'infidèle ou pour le suborneur, Tout garde sur ces murs vraiment chevaleresques. La mémoire d'un siècle où l'épée, où la foi, Où la galanterie étaient la seule loi. Louis IX. and Blanche of Castille, his queen, retired to Clisson, at the time the English, under Henry III. penetrated into Poitou, and were received by Olivier de Clisson, who then garrisoned it. In the war of the League, which convulsed the kingdom of France, Clisson remained faithful to Henry III. and during the early part of the reign of his successor Henry IV. The Protestants were there protected, and established themselves in the fauxbourg. From the period at which Henry IV. signed the edict at Nantes, 15th April, 1598, until the war of La Vendée, this celebrated fortress is no where mentioned by any of the French historians: it became neglected when the feudal system declined, and the republican army completed its ruin. The sad events of this period, and the destruction and carnage which followed, can never be effaced from the page of history. The ruined towns and villages prove the melancholy truth, that the general corruption of a nation prepares the way for general anarchy, and that the blindness of political rage is always more vindictive than even private hatred.