Anecdote of Canaples. Death of the Duc de Coislin. Anecdotes of His icon

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Anecdote of Canaples.--Death of the Duc de Coislin.--Anecdotes of His

Unbearable Politeness.--Eccentric Character.--President de Novion.--

Death of M. de Lorges.--Death of the Duchesse de Gesvres.


The Prince d'Harcourt.--His Character and That of His Wife.--Odd Court

Lady.--She Cheats at Play.--Scene at Fontainebleau.--Crackers at Marly.--

Snowballing a Princess.--Strange Manners of Madame d'Harcourt.--

Rebellion among Her Servants.--A Vigorous Chambermaid.


Madame des Ursins.--Her Marriage and Character.--The Queen of Spain.--

Ambition of Madame de Maintenon.--Coronation of Philip V.--A Cardinal

Made Colonel.--Favourites of Madame des Ursins.--Her Complete Triumph.--

A Mistake.--A Despatch Violated.--Madame des Ursins in Disgrace.


Appointment of the Duke of Berwick.--Deception Practised by Orry.--Anger

of Louis XIV.--Dismissal of Madame des Ursins.--Her Intrigues to Return.

--Annoyance of the King and Queen of Spain.--Intrigues at Versailles.--

Triumphant Return of Madame des Ursins to Court.--Baseness of the

Courtiers.--Her Return to Spain Resolved On.


An Honest Courtier.--Robbery of Courtin and Fieubet.--An Important

Affair.--My Interview with the King.--His Jealousy of His Authority.--

Madame La Queue, the King's Daughter.--Battle of Blenheim or Hochstedt.--

Our Defeat.--Effect of the News on the King.--Public Grief and Public

Rejoicing.--Death of My Friend Montfort.


Naval Battle of Malaga.--Danger of Gibraltar.--Duke of Mantua in Search

of a Wife.--Duchesse de Lesdiguieres.--Strange Intrigues.--Mademoiselle

d'Elboeuf Carries off the Prize.--A Curious Marriage.--Its Result.--

History of a Conversion to Catholicism.--Attempted Assassination. --

Singular Seclusion


Fascination of the Duchesse de Bourgogne.--Fortunes of Nangis.--He Is

Loved by the Duchesse and Her Dame d'Atours.--Discretion of the Court.--

Maulevrier.--His Courtship of the Duchess.--Singular Trick.--Its Strange

Success.--Mad Conduct of Maulevrier--He Is Sent to Spain.
--His Adventures

There.--His Return and Tragical Catastrophe.


Death of M. de Duras.--Selfishness of the King.--Anecdote of Puysieux.--

Character of Pontchartrain.--Why He Ruined the French Fleet.--Madame des

Ursins at Last Resolves to Return to Spain.--Favours Heaped upon Her.--

M. de Lauzun at the Army.--His bon mot.--Conduct of M. de Vendome.--

Disgrace and Character of the Grand Prieur.


Canaples, brother of the Marechal de Crequi, wished to marry Mademoiselle

de Vivonne who was no longer young, but was distinguished by talent,

virtue and high birth; she had not a penny. The Cardinal de Coislin,

thinking Canaples too old to marry, told him so. Canaples said he wanted

to have children. "Children!" exclaimed the Cardinal. "But she is so

virtuous!" Everybody burst out laughing; and the more willingly, as the

Cardinal, very pure in his manners, was still more so in his language.

His saying was verified by the event: the marriage proved sterile.

The Duc de Coislin died about this time. I have related in its proper

place an adventure that happened to him and his brother, the Chevalier de

Coislin: now I will say something more of the Duke. He was a very little

man, of much humour and virtue, but of a politeness that was unendurable,

and that passed all bounds, though not incompatible with dignity. He had

been lieutenant-general in the army. Upon one occasion, after a battle

in which he had taken part, one of the Rhingraves who had been made

prisoner, fell to his lot. The Duc de Coislin wished to give up to the

other his bed, which consisted indeed of but a mattress. They

complimented each other so much, the one pressing, the other refusing,

that in the end they both slept upon the ground, leaving the mattress

between them. The Rhingrave in due time came to Paris and called on the

Duc de Coislin. When he was going, there was such a profusion of

compliments, and the Duke insisted so much on seeing him out, that the

Rhingrave, as a last resource, ran out of the room, and double locked the

door outside. M. de Coislin was not thus to be outdone. His apartments

were only a few feet above the ground. He opened the window accordingly,

leaped out into the court, and arrived thus at the entrance-door before

the Rhingrave, who thought the devil must have carried him there. The

Duc de Coislin, however, had managed to put his thumb out of joint by

this leap. He called in Felix, chief surgeon of the King, who soon put

the thumb to rights. Soon afterwards Felix made a call upon M. de

Coislin to see how he was, and found that the cure was perfect. As he

was about to leave, M. de Coislin must needs open the door for him.

Felix, with a shower of bows, tried hard to prevent this, and while they

were thus vying in politeness, each with a hand upon the door, the Duke

suddenly drew back; he had put his thumb out of joint again, and Felix

was obliged to attend to it on the spot! It may be imagined what

laughter this story caused the King, and everybody else, when it became


There was no end to the outrageous civilities of M. de Coislin. On

returning from Fontainebleau one day, we, that is Madame de Saint-Simon

and myself, encountered M. de Coislin and his son, M. de Metz, on foot

upon the pavement of Ponthierry, where their coach had broken down. We

sent word, accordingly, that we should be glad to accommodate them in

ours. But message followed message on both sides; and at last I was

compelled to alight and to walk through the mud, begging them to mount

into my coach. M. de Coislin, yielding to my prayers, consented to this.

M. de Metz was furious with him for his compliments, and at last

prevailed on him. When M. de Coislin had accepted my offer and we had

nothing more to do than to gain the coach, he began to capitulate, and to

protest that he would not displace the two young ladies he saw seated in

the vehicle. I told him that the two young ladies were chambermaids, who

could well afford to wait until the other carriage was mended, and then

continue their journey in that. But he would not hear of this; and at

last all that M. de Metz and I could do was to compromise the matter, by

agreeing to take one of the chambermaids with us. When we arrived at the

coach, they both descended, in order to allow us to mount. During the

compliments that passed--and they were not short--I told the servant who

held the coach-door open, to close it as soon as I was inside, and to

order the coachman to drive on at once. This was done; but M. de Coislin

immediately began to cry aloud that he would jump out if we did not stop

for the young ladies; and he set himself to do so in such an odd manner,

that I had only time to catch hold of the belt of his breeches and hold

him back; but he still, with his head hanging out of the window,

exclaimed that he would leap out, and pulled against me. At this

absurdity I called to the coachman to stop; the Duke with difficulty

recovered himself, and persisted that he would have thrown himself out.

The chambermaid was ordered to mount, and mount she did, all covered with

mud, which daubed us; and she nearly crushed M. de Metz and me in this

carriage fit only for four.

M. de Coislin could not bear that at parting anybody should give him the

"last touch;" a piece of sport, rarely cared for except in early youth,

and out of which arises a chase by the person touched, in order to catch

him by whom he has been touched. One evening, when the Court was at

Nancy, and just as everybody was going to bed, M. de Longueville spoke a

few words in private to two of his torch-bearers, and then touching the

Duc de Coislin, said he had given him the last touch, and scampered away,

the Duke hotly pursuing him. Once a little in advance, M. de Longueville

hid himself in a doorway, allowed M. de Coislin to pass on, and then went

quietly home to bed. Meanwhile the Duke, lighted by the torch-bearers,

searched for M. de Longueville all over the town, but meeting with no

success, was obliged to give up the chase, and went home all in a sweat.

He was obliged of course to laugh a good deal at this joke, but he

evidently did not like it over much.

With all his politeness, which was in no way put on, M. de Coislin could,

when he pleased, show a great deal of firmness, and a resolution to

maintain his proper dignity worthy of much praise. At Nancy, on this

same occasion, the Duc de Crequi, not finding apartments provided for him

to his taste on arriving in town, went, in his brutal manner, and seized

upon those allotted to the Duc de Coislin. The Duke, arriving a moment

after, found his servants turned into the street, and soon learned who

had sent them there. M. de Crequi had precedence of him in rank; he said

not a word, therefore, but went to the apartments provided for the

Marechal de Crequi (brother of the other), served him exactly as he

himself had just been served, and took up his quarters there. The

Marechal de Crequi arrived in his turn, learned what had occurred, and

immediately seized upon the apartments of Cavoye, in order to teach him

how to provide quarters in future so as to avoid all disputes.

On another occasion, M. de Coislin went to the Sorbonne to listen to a

thesis sustained by the second son of M. de Bouillon. When persons of

distinction gave these discourses, it was customary for the Princes of

the blood, and for many of the Court, to go and hear them. M. de Coislin

was at that time almost last in order of precedence among the Dukes.

When he took his seat, therefore, knowing that a number of them would

probably arrive, he left several rows of vacant places in front of him,

and sat himself down. Immediately afterwards, Novion, Chief President of

the Parliament, arrived, and seated himself in front of M. de Coislin.

Astonished at this act of madness, M. de Coislin said not a word, but

took an arm-chair, and, while Novion turned his head to speak to Cardinal

de Bouillon, placed that arm-chair in front of the Chief President in

such a manner that he was as it were imprisoned, and unable to stir.

M. de Coislin then sat down. This was done so rapidly, that nobody saw

it until it was finished. When once it was observed, a great stir arose.

Cardinal de Bouillon tried to intervene. M. de Coislin replied, that

since the Chief President had forgotten his position he must be taught

it, and would not budge. The other presidents were in a fright, and

Novion, enraged by the offence put on him, knew not what to do. It was

in vain that Cardinal de Bouillon on one side, and his brother on the

other, tried to persuade M. de Coislin to give way. He would not listen

to them. They sent a message to him to say that somebody wanted to see

him at the door on most important business. But this had no effect.

"There is no business so important," replied M. de Coislin, "as that of

teaching M. le Premier President what he owes me, and nothing will make

me go from this place unless M. le President, whom you see behind me,

goes away first."

At last M. le Prince was sent for, and he with much persuasion

endeavoured to induce M. de Coislin to release the Chief President from

his prison. But for some time M. de Coislin would listen as little to M.

le Prince as he had listened to the others, and threatened to keep Novion

thus shut up during all the thesis. At length, he consented to set the

Chief President free, but only on condition that he left the building

immediately; that M. le Prince should guarantee this; and that no

"juggling tricks" (that was the term he made use of), should be played

off to defeat the agreement. M. le Prince at once gave his word that

everything should be as he required, and M. de Coislin then rose, moved

away his arm-chair, and said to the Chief President, "Go away, sir! go

away, sir! "Novion did on the instant go away, in the utmost confusion,

and jumped into his coach. M. de Coislin thereupon took back his chair

to its former position and composed himself to listen again.

On every side M. de Coislin was praised for the firmness he had shown.

The Princes of the blood called upon him the same evening, and

complimented him for the course he had adopted; and so many other

visitors came during the evening that his house was quite full until a

late hour. On the morrow the King also praised him for his conduct, and

severely blamed the Chief President. Nay more, he commanded the latter

to go to M. de Coislin, at his house, and beg pardon of him. It is easy

to comprehend the shame and despair of Novion at being ordered to take so

humiliating a step, especially after what had already happened to him.

He prevailed upon M. le Coislin, through the mediation of friends, to

spare him this pain, and M. de Coislin had the generosity to do so. He

agreed therefore that when Novion called upon him he would pretend to be

out, and this was done. The King, when he heard of it, praised very

highly the forbearance of the Duke.

He was not an old man when he died, but was eaten up with the gout, which

he sometimes had in his eyes, in his nose, and in his tongue. When in

this state, his room was filled with the best company. He was very

generally liked, was truth itself in his dealings and his words, and was

one of my friends, as he had been the friend of my father before me.

The President de Novion, above alluded to, was a man given up to

iniquity, whom money and obscure mistresses alone influenced. Lawyers

complained of his caprices, and pleaders of his injustice. At last, he

went so far as to change decisions of the court when they were given him

to sign, which was not found out for some time, but which led to his

disgrace. He was replaced by Harlay in 1689; and lived in ignominy for

four years more.

About this time died Petit, a great physician, who had wit, knowledge,

experience, and probity; and yet lived to the last without being ever

brought to admit the circulation of the blood.

A rather strange novelty was observed at Fontainebleau: Madame publicly

at the play, in the second year of her mourning for Monsieur! She made

some objections at first, but the King persuaded her, saying that what

took place in his palace ought not to be considered as public.

On Saturday, the 22nd of October of this year (1702), at about ten in the

morning, I had the misfortune to lose my father-in-law, the Marechal de

Lorges, who died from the effects of an unskilful operation performed

upon him for the stone. He had been brought up as a Protestant, and had

practised that religion. But he had consulted on the one hand with

Bossuet, and on the other hand with M. Claude, (Protestant) minister of

Charenton, without acquainting them that he was thus in communication

with both. In the end the arguments of Bossuet so convinced him that he

lost from that time all his doubts, became steadfastly attached to the

Catholic religion, and strove hard to convert to it all the Protestants

with whom he spoke. M. de Turenne, with whom he was intimately allied,

was in a similar state of mind, and, singularly enough, his doubts were

resolved at the same time, and in exactly the same manner, as those of M.

de Lorges. The joy of the two friends, who had both feared they should

be estranged from each other when they announced their conversion, was

very great. The Comtesse de Roye, sister to M. de Lorges, was sorely

affected at this change, and she would not consent to see him except on

condition that he never spoke of it.

M. de Lorges commanded with great distinction in Holland and elsewhere,

and at the death of M. de Turenne, took for the time, and with great

honour, his place. He was made Marshal of France on the 21st of

February, 1676, not before he had fairly won that distinction. The

remainder of his career showed his capacity in many ways, and acquired

for him the esteem of all. His family were affected beyond measure at

his loss. That house was in truth terrible to see. Never was man so

tenderly or so universally regretted, or so worthy of being so. Besides

my own grief, I had to sustain that of Madame de Saint-Simon, whom many

times I thought I should lose. Nothing was comparable to the attachment

she had for her father, or the tenderness he had for her; nothing more

perfectly alike than their hearts and their dispositions. As for me, I

loved him as a father, and he loved me as a son, with the most entire and

sweetest confidence.

About the same time died the Duchesse de Gesvres, separated from a

husband who had been the scourge of his family, and had dissipated

millions of her fortune. She was a sort of witch, tall and lean, who

walked like an ostrich. She sometimes came to Court, with the odd look

and famished expression to which her husband had brought her. Virtue,

wit, and dignity distinguished her. I remember that one summer the King

took to going very often in the evening to Trianon, and that once for all

he gave permission to all the Court, men and women, to follow him. There

was a grand collation for the Princesses, his daughters, who took their

friends there, and indeed all the women went to it if they pleased. One

day the Duchesse de Gesvres took it into her head to go to Trianon and

partake of this meal; her age, her rarity at Court, her accoutrements,

and her face, provoked the Princesses to make fun of her in whispers with

their fair visitors. She perceived this, and without being embarrassed,

took them up so sharply, that they were silenced, and looked down. But

this was not all: after the collation she began to talk so freely and yet

so humorously about them that they were frightened, and went and made

their excuses, and very frankly asked for quarter. Madame de Gesvres was

good enough to grant them this, but said it was only on condition that

they learned how to behave. Never afterwards did they venture to look at

her impertinently. Nothing was ever so magnificent as these soirees of

Trianon. All the flowers of the parterres were renewed every day; and I

have seen the King and all the Court obliged to go away because of the

tuberoses, the odour of which perfumed the air, but so powerfully, on

account of their quantity, that nobody could remain in the garden,

although very vast, and stretching like a terrace all along the canal.


The Prince d'Harcourt at last obtained permission to wait on the King,

after having never appeared at Court for seventeen years. He had

followed the King in all his conquests in the Low Countries and Franche-

Comte; but he had remained little at the Court since his voyage to Spain,

whither he had accompanied the daughter of Monsieur to the King, Charles

II., her husband. The Prince d'Harcourt took service with Venice, and

fought in the Morea until the Republic made peace with the Turks. He was

tall, well made; and, although he looked like a nobleman and had wit,

reminded one at the same time of a country actor. He was a great liar,

and a libertine in body and mind; a great spendthrift, a great and
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