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)
Are you simple enough to believe that Catholics have none of the true
foundations of Christianity? Believe me, the aim of Christianity is
the same in all Christians; the differences that we see are only
priests' jargon, which does not concern honest men. What does concern
us is to live well as Christians, to be merciful, and to apply
ourselves to charity and virtue. Preachers ought to recommend all that
to Christians, and not squabble as they do over quantities of points,
as if they understood them; but this, of course, would diminish
the authority of those gentlemen, and so they busy themselves with
disputes, and not with what is more necessary and most essential.
I have in no way approved of the ill-treatment of the Reformers; but
as to that, one must blame politics, which is a subject to be treated
of _tête-à-tête_ and not touched upon by way of the post. I shall
therefore follow your good example and write of something else.
The jubilee bull has not converted all the abbés, for there are
still a goodly number of them in Paris who court the women. I never
in my life could understand how any one could fall in love with an
ecclesiastic. Neither you nor your sister are coquettes; I can truly
say I recognize my blood. What prevents one here from contracting
sincere friendships is that one can never be sure of reciprocity;
there is so much egotism and duplicity. And so one must either live in
a very sad and wearisome solitude, or resign one's self to many griefs.
VERSAILLES, 1705.
I was never scolded for sleeping in church, and so I have acquired a
habit of it which I cannot get rid of. In the mornings I do not go to
sleep; but in the evenings, after dinner, it is impossible for me to
keep awake. I never sleep at the theatre, but I do, very often, at the
opera. I believe the devil cares very little whether I sleep or not in
church; sleep is not a sin, but the result of human weakness. I see
you are too devout to go to the theatre on Sunday; but I think that
visiting is more dangerous than the theatre; for it is difficult in a
visit not to say harm of your neighbour, which is a much worse sin
than seeing a comedy. I should never approve of going to the theatre
instead of going to church; but after having fulfilled one's duties to
God, I think the theatre is less dangerous for a scrupulous conscience
than conversation.
Many Frenchwomen, especially those who have been coquettish and
debauched, as soon as they grow old and can no longer have lovers,
make themselves devout--or, at least, they say they are. Usually such
women are very dangerous; they are envious and cannot endure others.
But I must stop, my dear Louise; I am sweating in a terrible way.
The heat is extraordinary; it is two months since a drop of rain has
fallen, and the leaves are frying on the trees.
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