The Correspondence of Madame, Princess Palatine, Mother of the Regent; of Marie-Adélaïde de Savoie, Duchesse de Bourgogne; and of Madame de Maintenon, in Relation to Saint-CyrOrléans, Charlotte-Elisabeth, duchesse d'
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The Correspondence of Madame, Princess Palatine, Mother of the Regent; of Marie-Adélaïde de Savoie, Duchesse de Bourgogne; and of Madame de Maintenon, in Relation to Saint-Cyr
Orléans, Charlotte-Elisabeth, duchesse d'
France -- Court and courtiers; French letters; Maison royale de Saint-Louis (Saint-Cyr l'École, France)
"All this makes me think sometimes when I reflect upon it that my
position is so singular it must be God who placed me in it. I behold
myself in the midst of them all; this person, this old person of mine,
the object of all their attention. It is to me they must address
themselves, to me, through whom all passes! God has given me grace
never to look at my position on its splendid side. I feel nothing but
the pains of it; it seems to me that, thank God! I am not dazzled;
He enables me to see it just as it is. I do not allow myself to be
blinded by the grandeur and the favour that surround me; I regard
myself as an instrument which God is using to do good, and I feel that
all the influence He permits me to have should be employed in serving
Him, in comforting whom I can, and in uniting these princes with one
another, if possible. I think sometimes of the hatred that I have
instinctively for the Court; it is nothing new; I have had it always.
God, nevertheless, destined me to be there; why, then, has He given
me this aversion to it? It must be because He wills that I should
live in its midst and find my salvation there. Mme. de Montespan, on
the contrary, loved the Court, not only for the ties that held her
to it, but because she liked Court life. What does God do? He binds
to it the one who hates it, He sends away from it the one who loves
it, apparently for the salvation of both. Ah! how good it is to let
Him act, to abandon ourselves to Him, to live from day to day doing
all the good we can. He knows better what we want than ourselves;
and, assuredly, He is an excellent director; we need only to yield
ourselves to His guidance. But let us go on.
"When the king returns from hunting he comes to me; then my door is
closed and no one enters. Here I am, then, alone with him. I must
bear his troubles, if he has any, his sadness, his nervous dejection;
sometimes he bursts into tears which he cannot control, or else he
complains of illness. He has no conversation. Then a minister comes,
who often brings fatal news; the king works. If they wish me to be
a third in their consultation, they call me; if they do not want me
I retire to a little distance, and it is then that I sometimes make
my afternoon prayers; I pray to God for about half an hour. If they
wish me to hear what is said I cannot do this; I sit there, and hear
perhaps that things are going ill; a courier has arrived with bad
news; and all that wrings my heart and prevents me from sleeping at
night.
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