One more love story is needed to complete the mosaic. Catharine of France widow of Henry V., became enamoured of what one English historian calls “an obscure Welch gentleman named Owen Tudor.” This was the gravest misalliance of all. Catharine of Valois, daughter of a king, sister of a king, widow of a king, mother of a king, stooped to be the wife of an obscure country gentleman. Their son Edmund Tudor, married Margaret Beaufort of the Beaufort family already mentioned. The son of Edmund Tudor and Margaret Beaufort was Henry earl of Richmond who seized the crown as the prize of his victory at Bosworth, and then strengthened his claim to it by marrying Elizabeth Plantagenet, Elizabeth of York, daughter of Edward IV. and grand daughter of Jaqueline. Thus did the blood of Beaufort come to the throne; and thus were Jaqueline of Luxembourg and her true knight the progenitors of the line which Macbeth said would stretch out to the crack of doom. VALOIS, BURGUNDY, HAPSBURG, BOURBON. (The italics mark the line of descent.) _Charles-le-temeraire_, Charles-the-rash, miscalled by the English, Charles-the-bold, was the last Valois duke of Burgundy. He left an only child _Mary of Burgundy_ who married _Maximilian of Hapsburg_, afterward emperor. Their son was the _Archduke Philip_ who is counted as Philip the first of Spain though he never reigned. Philip married _Joanna_ daughter of _Ferdinand_ and _Isabella_, and sister of Catharine of Aragon wife of Henry VIII. The son of Philip and Joanna was the great emperor _Charles-the-fifth_ who was Charles the first of Spain. The crown of Spain then fell from father to son, to _Philip II._, _Philip III._, _Philip IV._ and Charles II. where the male line of the elder branch of Hapsburg ended. The crown then fell to _Philip V._ (Bourbon), grandson of _Louis XIV._ and _Maria Teresa_ eldest daughter of Philip IV. The younger, the Austrian branch of the House of Hapsburg, is descended from the emperor Ferdinand brother of Charles-the-fifth. Hoche Many years ago I knew a Frenchman whose father a captain of infantry, had been killed in La Vendée fighting under Hoche. He had many things to tell me about Hoche which interested me in his career, and led me to treasure up in my memory whatever I came across afterwards concerning him. There was a certain confidential air about the communications of my French friend, which leads me to say to the reader that I trust to his honor not to divulge what I say to him touching the warrior in question.