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)
At times the dauphine was not ugly, when, for instance, she had a
fine colour. If she had not had such a passion for that faithless
Bessola, she might perhaps have been happy. But that woman, in order
to rule her and to maintain herself with the Maintenon, made the poor
princess the most wretched creature upon earth. She died tranquil and
resigned, but they sent her into another world as surely as if they
had put a pistol to her head. In giving birth to the Duc de Berry she
was so badly managed that she became deformed; before that she had a
very pretty figure. From that time she never had an hour's health. The
evening before her death, while the little Duc de Berry was sitting
on her bed, she said to him: "My dear Berry, I love you much, but you
have cost me dear." M. le dauphin was not affected. They had told him
so much harm of his wife that he did not care for her, and when he
muffled himself up in his great mourning-cloak he burst out laughing.
The old _guenipe_ hoped (as really happened) to govern the dauphin
through his mistresses, which she could not have done had he continued
to love his wife. That old woman had conceived such a terrible hatred
to the poor princess, that I believe she had given orders to Clément,
the _accoucheur_, to manage her ill. What confirms me in this idea is
that she nearly killed the dauphine by going to see her in perfumed
gloves; she afterwards said it was I who wore them, which was not true.
The dauphine often said to me: "We are both unhappy, but the
difference between us is that your Excellency endeavoured as much as
you possibly could to avoid your fate; whereas I did my best to come
here, and so I deserve what has happened to me." She loved the dauphin
as a husband, but more as if he were her son. They tried to make her
pass for crazy when she complained. An hour before her death she said
to me: "I shall prove to-day that I was not crazy when I complained
and said that I was ill." The old _guenipe_ sent her agents among the
populace to spread a rumour that the dauphine hated France and wanted
to create new taxes and lay burdens on the people.
[Illustration: The Dauphine wife of Monseigneur]
PARIS, 1717.
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