Her statue in the market place at _Rouen_, is the first object to which the Cicerone of that town conducts the curious traveller; but I would recommend my countrymen to avoid this spot: as an _Englishwoman_ I felt uncomfortable, when I turned from the meek placid features shaded by the plumes of the warrior’s casque. The comments of my Norman guide were needless, and in reply to his invectives against “les Anglais,” I could only sigh, “’Tis true, ’tis pity--pity ’tis ’tis true.” “Jeanne d’Arc, known by the designation of the ‘Maid of Orleans,’ was born at the village of Domremi sur Meuse, and was a servant at an inn: being endowed with bodily strength, and a hardihood of character beyond her sex, she introduced herself to the brave _Dunois_, as the chosen champion of France, and distinguished herself in the cause of Charles VII. She was taken prisoner at _Compiegn_ in 1430, and conducted to _Rouen_, where, being condemned as a sorceress by the Ecclesiastical Power, to which she was given up by the English chiefs, she was burnt alive in the public market place. In speaking of this unfortunate Amazon, _Malherbe_ aptly observes that, having lived like _Alcides_, it was just she should die as he died. L’ennemi tous droits violant, Belle Amazone, en vous brûlant Témoigna son âme perfide; Mais le destin n’eut point de tort; Celle qui vivoit comme _Alcide_, Devoit mourir comme il est mort. ❦ _Bear and forbear._ The longer I live in this world of roses and thorns, the more I learn to revere those philanthropic axioms, “Bear and forbear,” “Live and let live,”--and to reverence a faith, whose Christian founder has made it a condition of having our trespasses forgiven, that we should forgive the trespasses against us. ❦ Liberality and generosity of feeling is the surest test of a gentleman. ❦ [Sidenote: The awakened Idolater.] Until I sought and found the living God, I was an Idolater. I asked the carved wood to lengthen my days, and the sapless image to give me health. I fashioned a statue of molten silver, and bowed down before the works of my hands. I adored the brute nourished by my care, and demanded protection from the herbs planted by my labour. But when I reflected that all things perished, I asked how I could be indebted for life to that which could not ensure life to itself? The glorious sun then appeared to me deserving of worship, until my mind enquired by whom that sun was made.