THE HISTORY OF THE AMOURS OF THE Marshal de Boufflers: Or, a true Account of the LOVE-INTRIEGUES AND Gallant Adventures, WHICH Have been privately carried on by Him, ever since He first obtained a Command in the French King's Armies, till His Marriage with Mademoiselle de Grammont.  
The whole Relation being faithfully Translated into English, out of the French Original lately Published at Paris.  
LONDON: Printed for Edward Mory, at the Three Bibles in St. Paul's Churchyard. 1697.   

TO THE MARCHIONESS OF Maintenon.  
MADAM,  
'TIS to be hoped that your Honour will not take it ill, that a Soldier of Fortune here presumes to appear before you; one who, with the Hero of the ensuing History, has been Partaker of the Toils and Fatigues, which are inseparable from the Art of War; and who consequently, has had an opportunity to be an Eye-witness as well of the Amorous Exploits, as Military Achievements, performed by him in several Countries; where either the King's Service, or the Glory of Arms, have called for his Presence. I have considered with myself, MADAM, for a long time, about the choice of an Eminent Person, to whom I might properly Dedicate this Historical Commentary, without being able to come to a final Resolution, as to that Particular: And indeed, there are different Motives, which induce Authors to act on the like Occasions: For some do it, with a design to procure for themselves some powerful Patrons at Court; others, by way of acknowledgement for Favours already received; others, only to get the Name of an illustrious Personage prefixed before their Works; and lastly, others, purely out of a Principle of Candour and Generosity, without any manner of Affectation.  
MADAM, I have reason to boasnt, even without Vanity or Ostentation, that I am of the number of these last; since it is not to insinuate myself into your Favour, nor to solicit you to make use of your Interest with the King in my behalf, that I have at last determined to make you a Present of these Gallantries of the Marshal de Boufflers. I do not (Thanks be to Heaven) stand in need of any of these, or the like Advantages; but rather, on the contrary, am in a condition to slight the Court-Favours, and to look upon the capricious Events of Fortune with Contempt. The true Motive, that has excited me to Dedicate this History to your Honour, is the disinteressed Desire I have, to give you some sort of Satisfaction, and to afford you in some measure, an agreeable Diversion for a few moments, in your Retirement at St. Cyr; by the Reading of a considerable number of very remarkable Adventures relating to a Hero, for whom you have a most cordial Affection, and whose Fortune you have taken care to advance, by causing him to be promoted to the principal Preferments in the Army, and very near, to the highest pitch of military Glory. Here your Honour may observe your Darling-Favourite, ever since he was able to trail a Pike in the King's Service, till his advancement to the Dignity of Marshal of France, and even till his Marriage with Mademoiselle de Grammont; sometimes exposed to the greatest Misfortunes that can be imagined; and sometimes appearing Triumphant, as it were the most fortunate of all Mortals; according to the variety of Accidents caused by the capricious Humours of the God of Love. Indeed the strangeness of the surprising Events, of which we are informed by this not able History, might at first sight, give occasion to suspect it to be a kind of Romance made at pleasure, much rather than a Narrative of Matters of Fact; were it not that your Honour has divers faithful Witnesses to assert the Truth of the various Occurrences related in it. For you have received an Account of a considerable part of these Adventures, from Monsieur Bouffler's own Mouth, altho' they are such as have been hither to unknown to the World, and the Discovery of which, as I presume, cannot but be very acceptable: Neither will it be any difficult Task to justify some other particular Circumstances, of which you may possibly doubt; since the Hero himself of our present History, will make no scruple to be my Voucher as to the reality of those Events.  
However it may be taken, 'tis evident, that Truth may be discovered by certain Lineaments, which cannot be hid from the sight of the more judicious part of Mankind; not with standing the Endeavours that some Authors have used of late, to conceal from the public View, such precious Fragments, which give us an Idea of the good and ill Fate that attends mortal Men in this sublunary World. 'Tis well known, MADAM, that you are the most sagacious, and most accomplished Lady in the Court of France, and therefore you may easily discern that this History does not contain any thing that is fabulous or fictitious: Nevertheless, your Honour's Approbation will be of very great moment to recommend it to the World, and will not a little contribute to cause it to be sought for, by all ingenious Personages; especially by those Honourable Ladies, who have a great Esteem for Monsieur de Boufflers, and will not be displeased at the care I have taken to communicate to 'em a considerable number of private Love-Intriegues, managed by a Hero, who is at present the Adonis of France, and the greatest Warrior that that Nation can boast of, since the Death of the famous Duke of Luxemburg. I shall no longer trespass upon your Honour's Patience; only while I beg leave to style myself, with all possible Respect and Submission,  
MADAM, Your most humble and most obedient Servant, D. P. E.   

THE HISTORY Of the AMOURS Of the Marshal de Boufflers.  
SOME Persons who esteem LOVE as the Sweetest and most tender of all other Passions, have imagined it to be more especially appropriated to the Female Sex: But whoever will take the pains to look back into the ancient Records, may be soon convinced that it has extended its Conquests, not only over the Fair Sex, but also over the greatest Men in all Ages; and that even the most Famous Warriors amidst their dangerous Enterprises, have too often felt its effects, and been forced to submit to its Irresistible Power. Let us but look backwards upon those great Heroes, Alexander, Caesar and Pompey; could the greatness of their Designs ever make 'em abandon their amorous Intrigues? They scarce ever drew their Swords, but with an intent to please their Mistresses, and to make them to be sharers in their most glorious Victories. Has not Love been too often the occasion of Bloody Wars, and of the Destruction of whole Countries? Has it not undermined and overthrown the Strongest Towers? Why then should it be denied that it Sympathises in a most extraordinary manner with Mars the God of War. I am apt to believe it to be an unquestionable Truth, that all Mankind feel the effects of Cupid's Arrows; who does not spare a Throne, making even Sceptres and Crowns submit to his Empire. When the Glory of Martial Exploits and a well proportioned Body meet in one Person, they are such Powerful, or rather irresistible Charms to a tender Heart, that nothing is able to hold out against 'em. The Histories of all Ages are full of such instances to convince us, that even the most Illustrious Heroes in former Ages, as well as ours, have been carried beyond their Bounds by this Passion, even to that degree, that by the Enchantment of their Mistrese charms, they often become forgetful of their Duty, having Sacrificed to their so much adored Deities all their Glory and Renown, which with a Thousand hazards and the loss of their Blood, they had before accquired, under Mars' Standard. There are never theless not wanting Examples of others, who having made it their chief aim to fight, and to Sacrifice their Lives for their Prince, have been able at least for some time to despise and withstand the Force of Love.  
The Marshal de Boufflers, whose amorous Adventures I am about to relate, is of this number: For tho' he had always a strong Inclination to Pleasure, and especially to such Love-intrigues as are usual among Gentlemen, he has notwithstanding all this, always kept such a balance between Love and Glory, that the first of these two Passions, tho' otherwise the most powerful, has never been able to fully his Martial Glory; our General having ever showed himself as much a Soldier as a Gallant, as will more plainly appear from the following Relation.  
Love leads Mankind, even from their Youth through so many capricious Adventures, that it is always impossible to avoid its enchanting snares: Let us but consider that we are all made of the same Clay, of which our forefather, Adam was created, who was not strong enough to resist the enticements of a Woman made either for his Destruction, or pathaps for his comfort, why then should we expect to excel him in this particular? But to return to our History, Monsieur de Boufflers had in his younger Years altogether addicted himself to Hunting, and Amorous divertisements, the latter being never theless for the most part predominant; when after some time thus spent in amorous Delights, one of his Friends advised him to enter into the King's Service. He having for some time entertained this noble Design, his Mind was wholly empolyed in finding out means how to make a Figure in the Court of France, which could not be done without very great expense: The Marshal, who was born a Gentleman in the Province of Picardy, (where Gold is a pretty scarce Commodity) was put to a great non plus as to this Affair; when one Day walking all alone in his Garden, and musing upon his present Circumstances, the same Friend very seasonably surprised him; and by offering him his Purse and all his Credit, freed him from his present trouble; adding withal, that by this means he might purchase the Royal Regiment of Dragoons, which was then to be sold by the King's Order. The Marshal received the Courtesy of his Kinsman with a great deal of Joy and thankfulness, and having by his assistance completed his Design, he saw himself in a little while after at the Head of a Regiment, which carries along with it Terror and Admiration, wherever it comes. The poor Protestants of France have been sufficiently sensible of it to their cost: But let us leave this doleful Subject, and return to Monsieur Boufflers, whom for the Reader's Diversion I will draw to the Life, before I proceed: To speak without vanity there is scarce any one that is better able to perform it than myself, having had the Honour to know him, and to have been his Companion even from his Infancy, and having followed him in all his Martial Exploits, as well as Love-Intrigues. If any fault is to be found in the Picture, which I am about to draw, those that espy it, I hope, will rather attribute it to the defect of my Pencil and Colours, than to any other imperfection. But let us see him as naturally drawn as can be, without any Disguise. Our General, who was formerly a Marquis of the Marquisate of Boufflers, is a Person of a mean Stature, but very well set, strong and vigorous in all his Actions, even to excess at certain times. His Eyes are black, sprightly and full of Fire, his looks fierce and somewhat stern among Men; but very sweet and charming, when he ly's prostrate at the Feet of a beautiful Woman; where I have seen him making his Courtship a thousand times, with all the Sweetness imaginable. He has something, I know not what extraordinary in his Countenance and Behaviour, which begets him Respect and Veneration. His Face is smooth, of an oval Figure, his Forehead high, and his whole Physiognomy the best composed that ever I saw; these are the advantages which bounteous Nature has bestowed upon him, let us observe those for which he is beholding to his Sword, and whereby he has raised himself to the greatest Preferments in France. During his abode in Paris, he knew so well by what means to insinuate himself into the favour of the chief Generals, who at that time commanded the King's Armies, that they received him among the number of their most intimate Friends; On the other hand, he made his Court with so much Address to those Ladies who were then most beloved by that Monarch, that by their favour he easily obtained whatever he wished for at Court; among the rest he paid the most respect and most assiduous Visits, to the two Marchionesses of Montespan and Maintenon, but the later, who at that time began to have the most Sovereign Ascendant over the King, did recommend him so effectually, and in terms so obliging to that Prince, that thereby he made his Fortune with the King. The Prince of Conde, first Prince of the Blood, and the Marshal Schomberg, were not behind hand in advancing his Fortune, those two great Warriors having procured him the Advantage of being employed in the next Campaigne, which was in the Year 1678, where he signalised himself by his Valour at the Siege of Puicerda, which is one of the best Cities in Catalonia, situated in a fair Plain, on the River Segre. The Marshal and Duke de Navaille who commanded in chief before the Place, was so taken with his Bravery, that he loved him no otherwise than a Brother, and commended his great Actions to all his Friends; for he never feared any Fatigue, being frequently accustomed during the Campaign to sleep in his Boots and Accoutrements, showing by his example to the Dragoons, whose General he was, that by hardship and Toils, as by so many steps they must ascend to the Pinnacle of Glory: He was always the last that dismounted, and the first that mounted his Horse. If his Troops rested in any place, he himself was wont to go the rounds, and visit the advanced Guards; if any Attack were to be made, you'd certainly find him at the Head of his Troops, with an undaunted Courage, animating them by his Example. These are those extraordinary Endowments befitting so great a Captain, that have raised him to that Advantageous Post, in which we now see him; The King his Master having since the Siege of Namur, where he defended that City, like a great Warrior, made him a Duke and Peer of France, not without hopes that his Majesty will in time be pleased to make him Constable. Now let us take a view of his Amorous Exploits, these being the chief Subject of our present Relation. 'Tis not to be thought strange that so famous a Soldier as the Marshal de Boufflers, has often languished in the Arms of some Beauty or another, For he has been as Victorious in his Conquests of Love as in his Martial feats, and one may affirm, that he has been crowned with Roses and Laurels as frequently in the Field of Venus, as in that of Mars. Part of the French Frontiers have been the Theatre, where both his Amorous and Military Expeditions have been represented: The City of Puicerda, of which I have spoken before, will furnish us with a Subject of this Nature.  
The Prince de Conti and the Duke de Navaille having made themselves Masters of this Placeby Capitulation, the Troops were for some time sent into Quarters of refreshment. At this time it was, that Love which seldom lets slip any Opportunity, did pierce the Heart of the Marshal de Boufflers: The God of Love, who displays his Standard in the Field of Peace and Tranquillity, having found it not impenetrable. In short, the Marshal was desperately Wounded by the bright Eyes of a Spanish Widow, whom he accidentally met in a Boat passing the River Segre. The name of this fair Lady was Donna Olympia, who besides that she was very amiable in her Person, by her courteous Deportment to our General, and her charming and engaging Air conquered his Heart: As she spoke very good French, so he offered her his Service in leading her out of the Boat with an intention to have accompanied her to her own House; but she notwithstanding her Heart began to feel some emotions for him, did refuse his offer, telling him that the Custom of her Country did not allow of such a Civility; that it would be thought very strange if such a Gentleman as he should Conduct a Lady home to her own Apartment; that such a thing would be sufficient to ruin her Reputation for ever. A certain grave old Matron, whose name was Tressa Alleva, (such a one as they call in Spain the Guardians of Young Women,) taking notice of what passed between 'em, began to urge her to go home, telling her with a very sour Countenance, with her great Spectacles upon her Nose, that her Discourse was too long with a Stranger, Alas! my dearest cried Olympia, (who already began to feel some effects of Love towards the Marshal) my Heart does even now too much foretell me my Destiny of Loving one day this Stranger. Madam, replied the old Woman Smiling, you are soon entangled in the Snares of Love, without making a due Reflection upon what you are going about to do: Your Love towards a Frenchman is too forward; if your Relations should be informed of this matter you '— The Marshal, who understood the threats of Tressa Alleva, thought it time to quit his Mistress, and having squeezed her fair hand, he whispered her in the Ear, where he might see her again, if it were possible for him to live without her till after to morrow? Just by that Seat, which you see built at the Foot of that Rock, said she, with a very passionate Air, I hope to have the good Fortune to talk with you to morrow about ten a Clock at night, if my Passion do not deprive me of this Life before that time. This was enough for the Marshal, who did now fancy himself the happiest Man in the whole World; so that the rest of that day and the next following, seemed to him a Year, or (according to the Hyperbolical expressions of Lovers) an Age, which he spent in making reflections upon his approaching Felicity and Pleasures.  
Which way, would he say to himself, shall I begin to Court my Mistress? What Favours shall I ask first? It must not said he, Smiling, be tosee her Feet, for the Spanish Lady's would die as soon as let any one see or touch them, they being commonly so very small, that they appear like a Puppets, in comparison of those of Men. Their own Husbands must not pretend to such a favour. Our General, who does not admire delays in Love, was extremely disturbed at first with his growing Passion; but whilst he was ruminating upon the strangeness of this Adventure, and by his amorous conceits, had set himself all over in a Flame. The appointed hour of the Rendez-vous drew near; he went to the place nominated by his Mistress, and having passed several times by the House, he perceived no Body, which almost drove him to despair, having lost all hopes of ever seeing again the Object which Tormented him with so much Violence. The Marshal waited almost an Hour, expecting what would be the issue of this Adventure; when he by the help of the Moonlight perceived a Woman at a Window, playing with her Fingers after a strange manner: This is a certain way used in Spain, for Lover thus to speak to one another; in a mute Language, the Marshal who was unacquainted with this odd way of Courtship, did not understand the meaning of it; but being come nearer to the Window, which was pretty low, and having perceived that it was his new Mistress who called to him, he at that Moment made use of all the most tender Expressions, which are usual with Men at the beginning of a most violent Passion. Donna Olympia was thereby touched to the very Heart; and told him in a languishing Tone: Sir, pray don't speak so loud, we dare not make use in this Country of our Liberty as we could wish; and turning all what the General had said into Raillery; is it possible, said she, that so lovely a Gentleman as you should have left France, the very dwelling place of Love, without some very strong praeengagement? Alas! without Flattering myself, I can scarce be persuaded that you are come hither, without having lost some part of your Liberty. My case would be desperate, Madam, replied the Marshal gallantly, to have lost it before I had the opportunity to lay it at your Feet: The most miserable Estate unto which you have reduced me, is a convincing Proof of it; you having deprived me of my own self. I was not able to resist such dangerous blows as Yours; you have Wounded me in the most sensible Part; I did Love or rather adore you from the very first Moment I saw you. There is none but you, that can make me Fortunate or unfortunate; Pronounce therefore with your own charming Lips my Sentence of Life or Death.  
Donna Olympia looked upon her Lover with Eyes which sufficiently declared her Passion, and finding that Love began to overcome her Reason, she replied not without some confusion: O Heavens! How weak do I find myself at this Instant? What crime am I going to commit against my Duty? Sir, Sir pray have pity upon me. The Marshal was vexed to the very Soul, that he could not make use of so Favourable an Opportunity as presented itself; he could have wished that the Wall which parted his Beloved and him, had been of Paper or Cloth, that he might have made his way through it: He struck with his Sword several times against the Window, the Enemy of his happiness, but alas! in vain, for he found her so barricadoed up with Iron Grates, that he could scarce put a Finger through it. His belov'd Angel, who was not insensible of his disquiet, and would very willingly have had a more secret interview with him, cried out to him, take Courage, Sir, Fortune has always a kind chance for Lovers. The Marshal was so Transported with this charming Expression, that he could not forebear telling her: Divine Creature, I die a thousand times a day by a most violent Death, being uncertain of my destiny; if you be so Inhuman and Cruel as to deny me your pity, and prohibit me to enjoy the Pleasure of seeing you in Private. Rather suffer, that after having declared my Passion and what Pains you have made me undergo, I may die for grief at your Feet: But continued he, I am resolved to do it without delay, and drawing his Sword, and putting the Point towards his Breast, I will said he, die in your Sight: He swore these Words in so Melancholy a Tone, that Donna Olympia fearing he was in earnest, cried out all in Tears, hold, hold, for Heaven's sake, don't let your Passion drive you into despair, don't make yourself the most Criminal of all Mankind; why will you make an attempt against your own self, for want of a little Patience? Preserve yourself for my sake, and I promise that I will find out a more favourable Opportunity. The Marshal seemed extremely pleased with the assurances he had received from his Mistress, and glad that his feigned attempt had made her believe that his intent of killing himself in her presence was real; tho' God knows, it was the least of his Thoughts, being not so much a Fool as to die for her sake. Nevertheless looking upon her with a very Passionate Eye, Madam, said he, I am infinitely obliged to your Goodness, for saving my Life, which was ready to be Sacrificed before you, if you had not stopped my Hand, and thereby prevented the fatal Stroke, I should have certainly executed it without delay; but now since you flatter me with hopes of seeing you again in private; I will leave my most adorable Olympia, to convince you of the greatness of that Passion, which I have for you, and to show you that an Age will not be long enough to satisfy my Desires. The fair Spaniard perceiving some of her Women to come that way, retired into another Chamber; and the Mar. who surmised that some body had surprised her whilst she was talking with him, retired somewhat backward from the Window, with a resolution nevertheless to stay all Night to watch an opportunity of entertaining his Mistress a second time. Having thus walked up and down near the Ditch of an adjacent Castle, he saw at the very break of day, a Black-Moor coming from under the Ground out of a Vault, and making up towards him, who presented to him the following Letter:  
SIR,  
I should think myself over happy if I could find Words suitable to that Passion which I have for you. But alas! I find myself quite at a loss in this point of extremity, and if I may judge of your Love by my own; both are beyond Expression. If Absence were able to cure it, I would make use of that Remedy, but I am too well convinced to the contrary. Wherefore let nothing disturb your quiet, but rest satisfied, that you shall see me very shortly, that is to say to Morrow at the same Hour. The same Page who has delivered this Letter to you, is to conduct you into my Chamber, by the same way that he came out to you: In the mean time be not Impatient; and remember that you are answerable to me for a Heart, which you have Robbed me of in spite of all my resistance; This shall be the reward of your Sufferings, if you continue to Love me.  
The Marshal who had not without some fear taken the Letter from the Black-moor, did imagine that perhaps it might be the Devil who was come from the infernal Regions, on purpose do him some mischief, and being at some uncertainty what to resolve upon; he went back to his Lodgings, and enquired of his Land-Lady, as well as he could in the Spanish Tongue (which she understood very well) whether she knew that Lady who lived at the Foot of that Rocky Castle, which he named to her. Yes, very well, said she, she is the Relict of a certain honest Gentleman, who is lately dead, his Name was that of the Marquis of Toledo; but good God continued she, how unhappy is that pretty Creature since the Death of her Husband, who loved her even to a degree of Folly? She is at present under the Government of a Brother, who Tyrannises over her like his Slave, not allowing her the Liberty of speaking one word to any Man. His name is Don Bilboano; he is Jealous even to a degree of Madness, and 'tis the common discourse of the Town, that he is in Love with his Sister. At that rate, replied the Marshal carelessly, as if he had not known her; a Man must expose himself to no small danger, if he should go about to Court her for a Wife. O Lord! cried the good Woman, being much surprised, this cruel Man threatens to Sheath his Sword in the Breast of any Gentleman that shall have the boldness, so much as to think of his Sister; he intending to be her only absolute Master. Here the Marshal interrupting her said, but for God's sake do you believe that Donna Olympia entertains her Brother's Passion? I don't believe she does, replied the Woman; for how can so charming a Creature as she Love the most ill shaped of all Men? for besides that, he is as ugly as the Devil; he has a hunch Back, enough to frighten Children withal, and his Legs are as crooked as a Hoop; tho' as to his internal Qualities, he is not inferior to any Man, having accomplished himself in all manner of Arts and Sciences. Monsieur Boufflers being extremely well pleased with the Woman's Answer, which he found very agreeable; and pursuing the former Discourse, asked her what was the reason that this Marchioness had changed her Name from Donna Toleda to Donna Olympia. Oh! replied she, that is the contrivance of that ill favoured piece her Brother, who will have it so. This evil Spirit cannot endure the name of his Brother in Law, his Head being filled with a fancy, that his Sister is a Maid still, and that he may enjoy her as such. This is an extravagant piece of Folly, replied the Marshal, such a Fellow as this, if he lived in France, would be sent to the House of Correction. It is not the Spanish fashion, answered the Woman, to imprison Gentlemen for being in Love with their Sisters; there are so many examples of this nature, that nothing is more common: Every one loves here what he likes best, without making any further Reflection upon the matter.  
The Marshal de Boufflers having ended this Discourse with his Land-Lady, retired to his Chamber, ruminating with himself concerning what he had understood from her. His Thoughts were much distracted the whole Night, and the Day following: He began to consider with himself to what danger he was about to expose himself, if Donna Olympia's Brother should find him with her; if this ugly Devil, this Aesop should, said he discover our Intrigue, we are both undone without Remedy; Plague on him! that this Monster should have so good a Head-piece; but let it be as it will, the hopes of possessing so charming a Creature is a sufficient Recompense for a little danger. Having taken this Resolution, he went towards the Rendez-vous, dressed like an Adonis, and was no sooner come near the Gate of the Vault, when he saw the same Black-Moor with a Pike in his Hand, ready to attend him.  
The first thing he did, was to demand the Marshal's Sword, and what other Arms he had about him, which so surprised the Marshal, that he made some difficulty of granting it. But the Black-Moor, who spoke good French, informed him that it was the Custom of the Country, for any Gentleman to leave his Sword at the Door, before he entered a Lady's Apartment. I know very well, replied the General, that this is practised in your common Houses, but the Case is otherwise here, where I believe myself to be in a Person of Qualities Lodgings. No matter for that answered the Moor with a Smile, give us your Sword, Sir, give us your Sword; Love having by this time overcome his Reason; he delivered up his Sword to the Moor, with some Lovis' d'or, at which the Black-Moor being overjoyed, assured our General of his Fidelity, telling him that he needed fear nothing, since he was left to his care; for said he, Don Bilboaono the Brother of this Lady, is such a Devil of a Man, that there is not one in the whole House, that has not wished him to the Devil these ten Years: Well it's enough my Friend, replied Monsieur de Boufflers, come lead me to your Mistress' Chamber. Donna Olympia having overheard these last words, opened the Door of her Closet, and the Marshal being entered, found her almost half undressed, leaning upon a Couch embroidered with very fine Flowers. Her Complexion being very fair, and the Room where she was, beautified with Black Marble, and illuminated with a great many Wax-tapers; she appeared to him more beautiful than an Angel.  
He did not approach without bearing the marks of a profound respect in his Countenance, and having set one of his Knees before her on the Ground. 'Tis none but you said he, Divine Creature, that has the Power of Captivating my Reason. Your beauty has so far astonished me, that I am Transported even beyond myself. Then a charming blush covered her Face and Breasts, which made our Spanish Lady appear without comparison, the fairest in the World. After she rise from her Couch, she went to the Looking Glass, where she pretended to set in order some of the puffs of her Hair; which were interwoven with the finest Diamonds that ever were seen: The Marshal then espying one of her little Hands whiter than the very Snow, he kissed it for the space of half an Hour without intermisssion. This his passionate Behaviour made Donna Olympia blush; and casting a very amorous look at him; Pray Sir said she, either moderate your Passion, or I am undone; Good God assist me! Where shall I find strength enough to ressist you? Ah! Madam, replied he, how is it possible for me, not to be sensible of your powerful Charms? It is you that inspire me alone at this Moment, and I can swear and protest to you, that in all my Life-time I never was so much enamoured as now, having never met with any Object, which appeared to me so adorable as yourself, not only in point of Beauty, but also with respect to all other Perfections, which are able to charm a Mortal Man. Sir, answered the Lady with a languishing Air, is it possible that a Frenchman can be sincere? It is the general Opinion among us here, that their Amours are never real, but mere Compliments and satteries. By Heaven Sir, such a sort of Love would not very well agree with my Constitution: And shall never receive any Encouragement from me.  
Here the Marshal interrupted her with a Kiss, I know very well said he, Madam, that I ought to offer you something more Substantial than bare Words; but it is not always advisable to be too forward; don't you know that when a Fort is to be Attacked, we first take a view of its Avenues and Outworks. Donna Olympia, who would fain have persuaded the Marshal that she did not understand his meaning, began to play with her little sucking Pig, which was adorned with red Ribbons. This Creature had also Silver-Bells in his Ears and about his Neck; nay, even at the Tail, which made a strange kind of Harmony: This is the Fashion among the Spanish Lady's, who choose rather to carry a little sucking Pig under their Arm, than the finest Lap-dog; 'Tis their Custom to make it squeak, when their Gallants ask 'em a Favour. Our Marshal, who perceived her intent, took it from her, and put it into a little Hutch, made for that purpose. Then renewing his Courtship with a Thousand amorous Sighs: He at last forced these words from her fair Lips, Oh! I Love you with a most violent Passion. And what Proof, replied the Marshal (embracing her) will you give me of your Passion? You will not grant me the least Favour; Ay, don't you know that Love is a Child, which pines after the utmost Favour? And what Sir, replied she, must a Woman keep nothing to herself, when she is to prove that she Loves? Are not Oaths strong and convincing enough to Lovers? Then laying her Thumb a cross one of her other Fingers, and kissing it a thousand times, according to the Spanish Fashion, she told him, I Love you above my Life; 'Tis impossible for me to believe you, Madam, replied the Marshal in stealing some Kisses from her fair Lips, it's merely impossible to believe it, except you grant me that which is the only Pledge required by Lovers, Surely replied she, with a very serious Countenance, I can scarce persuade myself that your Words are answerable to your Intentions, for should I grant your desire, you would cease to Love me as soon as you had enjoyed me; don't you know that that Favour which you seek for with so much Heat, is the Grave of Love. How many gallant Heroes have we known who have been Buried under its ruins; and who have been lost when they thought themselves at the very Port of Felicity? The expectation of the Pleasure, will far exceed the enjoyment itself.  
These Obstacles made by Olympia against the Marshal's Passion, did only serve to inflame it and to quicken his desire of making himself Master of that piece of Ground, which she so Valiantly defended; and his Passion growing more violent every moment, he could not forbear telling her, that if she let him languish thus any longer, he should die instantly at her Feet, Donna Olympia then finding her strength to fail her, and fearing that she should not be able to hold out much longer against her charming Conqueror (as she was wont to call him,) very courteously desired him to withdraw for that time, because the day began to appear, and that her Brother was accustomed to walk the Rounds in the House every Morning early, who if he should find a Man in her Chamber, they both would be in great danger of their Lives. The Marshal having understood her meaning, with a profound reverence quitted the Room, promising to renew his Visit in a short time, Yes, Sir said she, giving him her Hand (which he kissed very Passionately) I promise it shall be so, my Heart is only too forward to give its consent to so agreeable an Entertainment; don't fail to see me to morrow at the same Hour in my Chamber. You may believe Madam, replied the Marshal, that I shall be overjoyed to Execute your Commands, in which my Love is so nearly concerned, and that every Hour; nay, every Moment, will seem an Age to me, till such time that— Medina a Relation of this Lady coming towards her Chamber, and having made some noise in opening a door, she obliged our General to Decamp, with his whole Army of Sighs and Languishing Expressions: He returned to his ordinary Post: I mean to his own Lodgings where instead of Sleep, he was overwhelmed with a Thousand amorous Fancies: Donna Olympia flattered herself with having gained a great Point, since by breaking off the Conference, she had preserved that which indeed she was ready to part with. Her Heart was torn in pieces by two different Passions, for if her Virtue induced her strongly to its preservation, on the other hand she was apt to reproach herself for not having been more favourable to her Lover. Medina having perceived the Confusion she was in, and drawing nearer to her, asked her in very affectionate terms the cause of her disquiet. Alas! cried she, my Dearest, I am the most unfortunate of all living Creatures. Nothing but Death can expiate a crime which I have committed against my own self; Virtue strongly opposes my Inclinations; but Alas! I am in Love, to my eternal Confusion, with the most dangerous of all Men, who from the first Moment, I saw him, has overruled my Reason. I have resisted this Passion with all my Strength, endeavouring to stifle it in its Birth, but this too tender, too Passionate Heart, has at last been forced to yield to its Conqueror. I am now no longer Mistress of it; he triumphs over it in spite of all my resistance. Madam, replied Medina, (she being a Lady of a very subtle Wit) Who is that happy Mortal, that has such powerful Charms? What is become of that graceful haughtiness which never left you till this time? Oh! replied the Marchioness Sighing, I do not know myself my Dearest, there is something fatal in the matter, I am constrained to submit to the present influences of my Stars. Madam, replied the young Lady, take courage, I don't believe that Love is so dangerous and terrible as you describe it. If Love be a crime, it is one of the most Innocent, and very few Mortals are exempted from it. Who can without injustice condemn a Passion taught us by Nature itself? Especially since we ourselves are not the cause of those Effects which she produces; it is she herself who is the Cause of that Sin, which appears so heinous in your Sight.  
He whom I love replied Donna Olympiae briskly, is rather the cause of it. My Passion has quite overcome my Reason. Oh! Madam replied Medina with a Smile, this is the way to spoil all the pleasures of Love; but pray tell me who is this happy Man? He is a Frenchman my Dearest, answered the fair Spaniard with a blush; he is a French Gentleman the most charming of all Men, who has robbed me of my Heart, without the least hopes of recovering it, this only way being left me to revenge myself upon him to rob him of his again.  
'Tis very odd, replied the young Lady, and pray Madam, what is his Name, it may be I may know him? Well my dear Medina, answered Donna Olympia, covering her Face with a veil, since you are resolved to make me confess the truth to my own Confusion; know that it is the Marquis de Boufflers, Colonel of a Regiment of Dragoons, which are quartered hereabouts, and have lately served in the Siege of Puicerda; his Courage and Bravery is very well known in these Parts. The Marquis de Boufflers Madam, replied Medina, as being surprised, Oh! I know him very well, I have seen him often at Paris, when I belonged to the Queen's Retinue. And what Queen do you mean, said Donna Olympia? (her Head running upon other matters.) How Madam, replied Medina (who could not forbear laughing) sure you have not forgot that the French King has Married the Sister of the King of Spain our Monarch, the Infanta Maria Theresia. Oh! you are in the right, replied the Marchioness, embracing her at the same time; I had quite forgot it; than you know that fair Thyrsis who has charmed me, and what do you think of him? I Madam, answered the young Lady very modestly, I think him to be a very accomplished Gentleman; but otherwise, I take him to be as fickle in his Amours as the rest of the French are, who make it their business to Court one Beauty after another, to tell 'em of their Sufferings, of their Sighs and Pains, which seldom are any where to be found but in their Compliments and Bilets' Douces, which they are continually sending to their Mistresses, and those are foolish enough to believe that they are in Love with 'em. I had not long ago a Letter by me, the most passionate in the World, which this General wrote to the Marchioness de Segnelay, Lady to one of the Secretaries of State, in which he had so lively painted the excess of his Passion, that one would have believed a Man could not live long under such an Agony. He told her, that her Eyes did every day commit a great many Murders, for which she must be accountable to God, and that it was Inhuman in her to dispeople in such a manner the whole Kingdom of France. Could any thing be more Hyperbolical, could any thing be more Nicely contrived, to cajole a Poor Lady, who loved him in good earnest? Alas! my Dearest, said Donna Olympia, don't draw the Picture of him, who has robbed me of my Liberty, so much to his disadvantage; if thou wert convinced as well as I that 'tis to late for me to resist his power, thou wouldst pity me. To be short, I Love him, and 'tis? not in my power to avoid it. She had no sooner spoke these Words, but she flew out of the Chamber and locked herself up in her Closet, where amidst a Flood of Tears: Alafs, cried she; Cruel Love, thou hast assailed my Heart at a time when it was least a ware of thy most dangerous Snares. Heaven that knows the secrets of my Heart, is my Witness that my Passion is such that its impossible for Female power to resist it. Am not I the most unhappy of all Women, to wish at this very instant for the sight of him, who is the greatest Enemy of my repose: I would fain banish these Thoughts, which only serve to feed my Passion, instead of checking it, which I am sensible would be much more to my Advantage. But good God How hard it is for a Woman of my Age to take a firm Resolution upon such a Critical Conjuncture; and how much more difficult it is to put it in Execution! I can only say thus much, that I wish I could do that which I am confident is not in my Power.  
Thus the Lady having spent the greater part of the Day, and the next following Night, the Marshal found her taken up with these Tormenting Fancies. As soon as he entered the Room, he renewed his former Courtships; assuring her, (as he was always accustomed to do) of the violence of his Passion. Donna Olympia received him somewhat coldly, and Monsieur Boufflers being surprised at this sudden change, broke out into these Words, Divine Creature; unto what must I attribute this indifferency, which I meet with in you at this time? What crime have I committed that could deserve this Cruel Treatment from your Hands? He had no sooner spoke these Words, but he fell instantly into a Swoon at the Feet of the Marchioness, who being extremely concerned at this sight, threw herself upon him, embracing him very Passionately; for she was afraid that as soon as he should recover himself, he would have recourse to his Sword, against his own Life, (as he had several times threatened he would) but not finding his Sword at his side, she was excessively Transported with joy, not doubting but that her Black-moor had taken it from him before he came into her Chamber. In the mean time, she was not spareing of her Caresses nor Kisses, in hopes by that means to recover him out of his Swoon, which indeed was only feigned; nevertheless he held it out thus, as long as ever he was able, having since protested to me, that in all his Life-time, he never received so much Satisfaction and Pleasure, as at that time, when he was thus entangled in the embraces of this fair Lady, whose Passion being then without disguise, did sufficiently testify that she Loved him in good earnest. He continued for some Moment's in this charming Ecstasy, ere the fair Spaniard could make him come out of his voluntary Trance, and that not without a Thousand Amorous Kisses, when she begged of him to sit down by her, upon a Turkywork Carpet; where he perceived a flood of Tears trickling down the Cheeks of his fair Mistress: Being now very well recovered; he began to renew his former Addresses, and to give the most lively representation of his Sufferings and Pains. You say you Love me, Madam, added he, looking upon her with a very Passionate Eye, and why will you then deny me that Favour which I have so often Sued for? If you will not any longer delay to grant me the utmost Favour, I here Swear and protest to you, that nothing shall be able to separate me from you, and that I will not Love any thing besides you in the World.  
Those that know the Marshal de Boufflers, to be one of the most inconstant Lovers in the World, who esteems it the greatest misfortune that can befall a Gentleman, to Love one Object longer than a Month or two at the most; will easily imagine, that he did strain the Point to the utmost, when he made this Oath. Donna Olympia on the other side, who had not forgot what her Kinswoman had told her concerning his inconstancy, proposed a Match between 'em, which exceedingly surprised him, his Thoughts being very far from Marriage at that time, especially in a Foreign Country. As soon as he had recovered himself from this Surprise he endeavoured to conceal his sentiments, and to appear as gay in his Humour as before. He was not Ignorant, that if a Gentleman does expect the last Favour from a fair Lady in Spain, he must not deny her any thing; wherefore turning the Discourse another way, he promised to send her some of the best Pearls and Diamonds, and such other valuable things, as he could procure in the City. This Generous offer insensibly overcame the rigour of the Fair Spaniard, and tho' her lover had not at this time mentioned what she most wished for, she imputed it to the profound respect she believed he had for her.  
The Marshal, who is as great a Master in the Art of Love as in that of War, did not cease to advance his approaches with vigour, and to lay a formal Siege to that place, which he was resolved to Conquer; it must be confessed, the access to it was very difficult; but he besieged it so closely, and Attcked it so vigorously, that at last the White Flagg was put up, tho' Donna Olympia for this time deferred to sign the Capitulation. She told him that she was not as yet sufficiently prepared for a total surrender; that she expected to receive the Marks of his Generosity, as to those Presents, which he had spoke of before; and that in the mean time she would present to him a very fine Scarff, which formerly belonged to her deceased Husband, and which was curiously Embroidered, by her own Hands. The Marshal having received the Present, departed very well satisfied for that time. After he had Dined, he went into the City, where he bought some of the finest Amethysts and alds that he could meet with, and having intermixed 'em with some Diamonds of good value, sent 'em a little after, by one of his Dragoons, who presented 'em together with a Billet Doux from his Master to Donna Olympia; which she having Kissed a Thousand times, the Dragoon had much a do to forbear Laughing out, at the Fantastic Actions of this amorous Lady. But she having opened the Letter, found these following Lines:  
Madam:  
OR rather my bright shining Sun: It cannot be expressed with how much impatience I wait for that Hour, when I may give you new Proofs of my Love. I was not able to stay till Night to assure you of it, by my own Mouth: You yourself shall judge whether I don't lead the most disconsolate Life in the World; being deprived of your Presence. The Scarff which you have bestowed upon me, is of so great value to me, that I cannot be a Moment without looking upon it: This precious Pledge of your Love replenishes my Heart with joy, as the forerunner of those Pleasures, which I am to taste at that time when you shall vouchsafe to grant me that Favour, which I desire so earnestly. But alas! I dare not reflect too much upon 'em, for fear of a Relapse into that Swooning Distemper, which I have been Subject to ever since I first saw you; If this should happen to befall me in your Absence, I should be in great danger of Death, for want of your presence, you being the only Person in the World, that is able to recover my fainting Spirits. Adieu my incomparable Creature; let me beg of you not to be foregetful of him, who is the most Passionate Lover in the World. I have sent you by one of my Dragoons some Jewels, the best I could meet with; Expecting in the mean time your Commands. Let not that Demi-Devel, who haunts you at home, put you out of Order. If the violence of my Passion will let me Live till ten a Clock at Night, I will not fail to run to your Embraces, and to renew my former Protestations, that I am without reserve,  
Madam, Entirely Yours, etc.  
The Lady was at first resolved to have sent an Answer to the Marshal's Letter, but considering with herself, that Secrets of this nature ought not to be committed to the discretion of a private Centinel; she forbore for that time. Not long after, Night beginning to approach, the Marshal did not fail to meet his Beloved at the appointed Hour. He had dressed himself that Day as fine as could be, and the better to please his Spanish Mistress, he wore that same Scarff, which he had received as a present from her. The Lady, on the other Hand, had striven to out do him in the Richness of her Apparel. Her Suit was all made of Cloth of Silver, trimmed with a vast quantity of Green Ribbons, and a very rich Gold-Galloon all after the French Mode. Upon her Head she wore green Feathers, which made a great Addition to her Face, which was extremely Beautiful. The Tresses of her fair Hair, which hung down to her bare Neck, whiter than Snow; appeared the most charming in the World.  
The Marshal at the sight of her, was so overcome by his Passion, that he was not able to utter one Word; and she seeing him so silent at a time when she least expected it, could not forbear ask him the Reason of it; Monsieur Boufflers, answered with a heavy Sigh, Madam, Your Charms are the cause of my silence, they having taken from me the use both of my Tongue and my Reason. I am not the same Man I was, when I first saw you. Here the Marchioness interrupting, and embracing him; For God's sake, said she, My Lord, awake out of this slumber; I love you more than my own Life, and if you don't answer my Passion, I assure you that I shall not live any longer than yourself: so that if your Words be true, we shall be the Occasion of one another's Death. Oh! my most adorable Deity, replied the Marshal, fixing his lips upon here's, let us die for one Moment both together. For God's sake, Sir, answered she very charmingly, don't put things so far, I am but too much afraid of that Death you speak of, which often proves the spring of whole Rivulets of Tears. What fear is it replied the Marshal, all upon a sudden, that has seized you, don't you look upon me as a Man of Honour? I assure you that I would rather die a thousand times if it were possible, than be in the least guilty of any Crime towards my adored Mistress. Oh Heavens! cried she, can you ask, Sir What I fear? I fear your fickle Humour, your inconstancy, which I believe to be an Hereditary Evil, incident to Gentlemen of your Nation, who think it a Crime to love any Woman long; Unfaithfulness and Inconstancy being their chief Delight. And Madam, replied the Marshal briskly certainly you speak by your own experience, that you can talk with so much assurance concerning their Inconstancy; No Sir, answered Donna Olympia, as briskly as he; I never was so unfortunate as to fall under their clutches till now you being the first, who has made me sensible of Love. The Marshal perceiving with what Resolution this Lady held out against all his Attacks, and being resolved to bring the matter to a conclusion, told her with a great deal of seeming indifferency Madam I would advise you to break off with me, whilst occasion serves; to tell the Truth, the French are great Dessemblers, and especially the Officers, who seldom make a farther account than for one Day, leaving all the rest to Chance and Fortune: Nevertheless I hope you'll not deny but that the Spaniards are not behind hand with the French, as to the Point of Inconstancy in Love. And to speak sincerely, that Variety which is so delightful in Love, is agreeable to all Men without exception. As to my part, I will not be so Presumptuous as to be answerable for my own Heart, 'tis your part to preserve it by the Force of your Charms. If by Chance, Time (which unties the hardest Knots, and breaks the strongest Chains) should make me shake off your Fetters; impute it to your own want of Strength and Deserts, which were not sufficient to keep me long under your Obedience; This indeed is a Supposition, which perhaps will never come to pass, and you may well tell me, that I am not very Complaisant at this time; but to confess the Truth, I will rather choose to shewless Complaisance, and more Sincerity, than to be accounted a Dissembler and a Perfidious Wretch: These being the Titles which your Sex usually bestow upon us, when for want of their own merit, they are no longer able to keep their Lovers under Subjection.  
'Tis impossible to find words suitable to the Surprise, which this Harangue of the Marshal caused in Donna Olympia; she took it so heinously, that immediately without speaking one Word, she flew out of the Chamber into another. The Marshal seeing himself thus left alone, was just ready to leave the Chamber, when espying the Picture of his lovely Spaniard lying upon the Table, he could not forbear to take it up, and to put it in his Pocket. He was no sooner returned to his own Lodgings, and having ordered Candles to be brought up, but he began to look very earnestly upon the Picture; which was the finest drawn that ever was seen, the Marchioness being painted in the Habit and Posture of Diana, with a Quiver hanging over her Shoulders, and a Bow in her Hand. The Marshal finding this Picture so lovely, What new Charm, do I discover, said he to himself, now I begin to repent of those Words, which the refusal of her last Favour made me utter. He reproached himself thus for a long time; and so tormented himself both that Night and the next Day, that his grief seemed to be pas'st Remedy. At last after a Thousand Reflections, which distracted his Mind, he resolved to go and renew his Visits to the Marchioness, at the accustomed time. Donna Olympia in the the mean while, who had not left the Marshal, without a great constraint, was altogether overwhelmed with Grief and Tears. Medina her dear Confident, found her in this Posture; and she happened to come in, very Opportunely, for Donna Olympia was just ready to Kill herself with the Marshal's Sword, which he had left with the Moor, who had given it to his Lady as somewhat very precious, belonging to the Marshal de Boufflers; whereas it would have proved fatal to this Poor Lady, if her Kinswoman had not stopped her Hands, crying out to her, For God's sake what are you going about to do? Consider that you are a Christian, and that you must be answerable for a Soul which you have received, from Almighty God. What is it that could put you upon such a desperate Resolution? Can the ill usage of a Lover be a Motive strong enough to incite you to Murder yourself? Oh! consider and dread God's Justice, which never lets Crimes of this nature go unpunished. Donna Olympia was not able to speak one Word in answer to Medina, but all her strength sailing her, she fell into a Swoon at the Feet of her Kinswoman. This young Lady having lifted her up, and laid her upon a Couch; by the help of some strong Waters, which she held to her Nose, brought her to herself again. My Dearest Cousin, said she, tenderly embracing her, what was it that could induce you to take this rash Resolution of Destroying yourself? Alas! my Dearest, replied the Marchioness, in a languishing Tone, What would you have me tell you? That ungrateful Man, of whom I have spoke to you, has already made me feel the effects of his Inconstancy; This Perfidious Creature has abandoned me before he has enjoyed the sweet Fruits of our Love. Oh! you only spoke too true Medina, when you told me, that the French were Fickle and Capricious in Love. I am only too sensible that I ought to fly from him, but I cannot; my Passion forces me to set aside all other considerations, which would banish me from his Sight. Medina was about to make Answer, when Don Bilboano the Marchioness' Brother, having heard the outcries of the Women in her Chamber, when she Swooned away entr'd the Room with his Sword ready drawn. Donna Olympia having a quick Wit, immediately hid the Marshal's Sword under her Bed, to take away all manner of Suspicion from her Brother, whom she knew to be almost mad with Jealousy. She gave him to understand how all upon a sudden she felt herself so ill, that she Swooned away, but that thanks to Heaven, she was now very well recovered. Don Bilboano told his Sister that he was overjoyed to see her so well, and having Caressed her in a more Passionate manner, than became a Brother, he left the Room. Night now began to approach, and our Lady, who was very impatient to see her Lover again, made her Black-Moor stand Sentry at the same door, through which the Marshal was wont to be conducted into her Apartment; having desired Medina to stay with her, till such time that he should come in, whom she expected with so much Impatience. Our General did not fail to be there at the accustomed Hour; but under the disguise of a Dragoon, for fear of being taken too much notice of, if he always appeared as an Officer. He presented his Sword to the Moor, who refused to take it, not knowing him in this Disguise. The Marshal having convinced the Moor by putting some Lovis' d'or into his Hand, that it was himself; he by that means saved his Life, which he had else put in jeopardy for his Mistress' sake. Having entered his Mistress' Chamber, he threw himself immediately at her Feet, begging of her to pardon all what he had told her, protesting that he was very sensible of his Fault, and that if she thought fit, he would expiate it, by making himself a Sacrifice at her Feet: He expressed these words to naturally, and with an Air so engaging, that the Marchioness' anger was wholly appeased; she reproachied him with his Inconstancy and want of Love; She called him Capricious fickle and Inconstant Frenchman; and added many other Taunts, which she imagined might affect him most sensibly. The Marshal bore every thing, not with the patience of a Dragoon (for this is a quality not peculiar to 'em;) but like Job, for he did not so much as utter one word in answer to her Reproaches; On the contrary, to make some amends for his Fault, he did nothing but kiss, sometimes her Hand, and sometimes the Hemm of her Garment; she being that day Dressed all in Black; it being the Custom in Spain, if a Lady loses her Gallant, or believes she has lost him, to dress herself in Mourning clothes: 'Twas for this same reason that Donna Olympia had put herself in Mourning, imagining that she should never see the Marshal again; who was as yet resolved not to quit her so, before he was come a little nearer to the Point. Conformably to this Resolution, he pressed her very hard, not to let him suffer any longer, adding, that the Pains which she made him endure, were beyond Expression, nay, that they could not be imagined by any Person but one who loved so Passionately as himself. Donna Olympia seeing what pains the Marshal took to represent to her, his Love, could not forbear laughing at it, when the Marshal with a Smile told her, Madam, indeed you are very Cruel, thus to divert your self at the expense of your unfortunate Lovers, whom you make to languish at your Feet, without showing the least Compassion to 'em; when you go to Confession I hope you'll not forget to tell your Father Confessor among other Sins, how you make it your diversion to cause Mankind to die a languishing Death, and how many Murders have been committed by those fair Eyes. I don't know Sir, replied the Marchioness, laughing outright, I never took any account of their number. But continued she, looking upon the Marshal, who feigned himself Ill, Pray tell me whether you are Sick in good earnest; Pray let me feel your Pulse, truly it beats very quick. Alas! my dearest Creature, replied the Marshal de Boufflers, embracing her how should it be possible to be so near so lovely and charming an Object as you are, without the greatest emotion of all my Vital Spirits; certainly if you done't soon take pity of me, I cannot live much longer, Oh Heavens! replied the Lady, keeping him at a little distance; how you put me into a fright, in this habit of a Dragoon. How could it enter your Thoughts, thus to disguise yourself, that I am not able to endure the sight of it. Madam answered the Marquis, you know the Reason why I did it, 'twas because I shall not be so much observed, as if I should appear every day in the same Equipage. Besides this disguise may prove very convenient upon another account; for I would not for all the World that our Generals should get the least notice of our amorous Intrigue. I am the greatest admirer of secrecy that can be, but especially in Love-concerns, where evenmatters of the least moment ought to be kept secret. Here the fair Spaniard interrupting him, then pray Sir, said she, give me leave to dress you in women's Apparel; thus we shall have the conveniency of enjoying one another with more freedom. O Lord! Madam, replied he, don't contrive a thing which cannot but be very much to my disadvantage; I am so hard favoured that in a Woman's Head-dress I shall be only fit to frighten Children. Let me for this time pass as I am, and I promise you that I will return to morrow in another Equipage, which shall have nothing terrible in it. In the mean while let us not lose the enjoyment of a happy Minute. To Morrow, to Morrow cried she, Mr. Dragoon. Oh! Madam, replied the Marshal, it is not without great violence, that I can defer it till then. The Heat and vigour of Love slackens by delays; the Cannon is ready mounted, let us make a breach in the Walls, and enter with our Swords drawn. Sir, replied the Lady, the Duke de Navaille at the head of the French King's Army, could have said no more. If terms of War are the same with those of Love, I don't as yet understand the Language, therefore I hope you'll give me some time to learn 'em.  
It was not without very weighty Reasons that the Marshal was so eager, to come to the Conclusion of the whole Story; for he had but a little time to stay at Puicerda, having received Orders to March towards the Rhine Where: The Counts of Schomberg and Choiseul, and the Marshal de Crequi; threatened to Besiege Rheinsfeld, a Place Situated in a Plain. These considerations caused no small commotions in his Mind: Which was divided between the glory of Arms and the delights of Love. But at the present, being obliged by his Mistress' command, to retire, he did it with so much indifferency, that he not so much as afforded her one parting Kiss, which she earnestly wished for, as I have understood since. Being returned to his Lodgings, he took a Resolution not to visit her in two or three days, in hopes that by this device he should bring her over the sooner, to grant his Request. During the time of his absence, he employed all his Wits in finding out something or another, which might oblige her to cry for fair Quarter; and at last he obtained his aim, as will appear from the sequel of the History.  
Having considered with himself that all the Spanish Lady's are extremely taken with the vanity of rich clothes, tho' they themselves are not very extravagant that way. He ordered a Suit to be made, the richest that could be contrived; it was trimmed with Amarant and Gold Coloured Ribbons (this being the favourite Colour of his Mistress) his Waistcoat was of the same Colour, finely embroidered by a certain Mooress, who was very famous for that sort of Work in those Parts. He wore a green Feather in his Hat; his Legs being extraordinarily well shaped, he put on that day a pair of black Silk Stockings, and a pair of very small neat Shoe's, lined with Crimson-Velvet, which was at that time the Mode at Puicerda. Whilst he was dressing himself, he said to his Valet du Chambre, whose Name was Champonniere, and who knew the whole Intrigue, See what a Man is fain to do for a Mistress, wouldst thou do the same for thine? O Yes, replied he, If I thought she deserved it. Thou art in the right on't, said Monsieur de Boufflers, he that will please the Women must take care to appear in a very fine Equipage. When he was dressed, he thought it an Age ere the appointed Hour was come, which was ten a Clock at Night. He walked hastily up and down his Chamber, being in a continual Study concerning his amorous Adventure. At last the wished for Hour drew near, when with all the speed imaginable he hastened to his Mistress.  
Medina by order from Donna Olympia conducted him into a certain Apartment, where he had never been before. This Room being adorned with very rich Tapestry, great Crystallin Looking Glasses, and good store of Wax-tapers; so that any Persons might view themselves all over from Head to Foot. The Marshal being for some time entertained by Medina, whom he did not know, tho' he had seen her before at Paris; looked upon the Tapestry-work with a very discerning Eye, ask her several times the meaning of divers Figures which he saw, and particularly, concerning that of a certain Princess, represented there with a naked Sword which she was about to deliver to her Lover, for him to Sheath it in her Breast What extravagancy is this, cried the Marshal, Could any thing be so barbarous, as to run a Sword into the Breast, of so lovely a Woman? Oh! Sir, replied the young Lady, If you were acquainted with the whole Adventure, it would not seem so strange to you. This unfaithful Lady having at several times proved Treacherous in her Love; and being one day all overcome with shame and Confusion, when he reproached her with her perfidiousness, at last snatched his Sword from his side, which she presented to him, begging of him to sheathe it in her Breast, to expiate her former inconstancy. But the Prince who detested so Villainous an Act, would by no means comply with her demands. This is somewhat surprising to me Madam, replied the Marshal, I could scarce have believed that a Woman could be so Treacherous to her Lover. He would have continued his Discourse, if he had not been interrupted by the coming in of Donna Olympia, who appeared to him as fair as an Angel. She had dressed herself, that day so advantageously, that she quite amazed the Marshal by her charms; he for some time not being able to do any thing but to gaze upon her. Certain Tresses of Hair which hung down to her Neck, were no small addition to her charming Beauty. Her Gown and Petticoat were of an Amarant and blue Colour, and her Girdle all covered with Diamonds of great value. Monsieur de Boufflers being at that instant more inflamed than ever, told her very tenderly that at this moment she had quite subdued his Heart; and that she appeared to him so charming, that he could not look upon her otherwise than his adorable Deity. Sir, replied she; you are pleased to make sport with me, 'tis you that appear more bright than a Star, and more charming than ever Adonis was. You have this day taken particular care to set yourself off to the best advantage; 'tis possible you have some great design in hand. Yes Madam, replied the Marshal, kissing her Snow white Hand, my design is to please you, and effectually to make you sensible of my Passion, all naked as it is. Oh! no Sir, said the Lady, 'tis possible you may frighten me, you had better cover it with somewhat or another. Medina who was unwilling to disturb these two Lovers, retired out of respect to her Kinswoman. The Marshal being now left in Company only with his Mistress, did so lively represent the vehemency of his Passion, in Terms so affectionate and obliging, confirmed by a thousand Oaths and Imprecations, that he would Love her as long as he lived; that at last the fair Spaniard was vanquished, and having asked him with a very tender and Passionate Air; Will you never cease to Love me? Will you never forsake me? She surrendered the Place which had held out so long against the Marshal's most vigorous Attacks. The Marshal had no sooner taken possession of this strong Hold, but he repented of the Bargain; having found her nothing near so amiable as he had imagined before.  
The Spanish Lady's are generally Subject to a great Infirmity; for as soon as they have passed the Age of Eighteen or Twenty Years, they are seized with a continual Flux, which is not fit to be touched nor so much as named, and the worst is, that no Remedy can be found against it: This was more than sufficient to put our General out of conceit with his Mistress; he being the Nicest Man in the World, as to Women. Indeed he was so dismayed at this Bloody Encounter, that he could scarce conceal his displeasure. The Lady was for having him renew the amorous Engagement, but he excused himself as well as he could, telling her that on a sudden he was seized with a most violent Headache: The Lady was therefore obliged to expect the second Rencounter the next time; which is as yet to come, for he never came near her since that Day. He was nevertheless so generous, as to make her a Present of some Jewels, which he had brought along with him for that purpose, as a reward of that Favour, which he had received from this fair Spaniard. Donna Olympia with a profound reverence Kissed her own Hands; which according to the Custom of that Country, is as much as to say, I accept the Present: Nay she appeared extremely well satisfied at first with it, looking upon it as a Pledge of her Lover's Passion; but she was most grossly mistaken in her aim, for the Marshal's Passsion was grown so cool by this time, that he wished himself at a great distance from the Place where he was. Donna Olympia in the mean while began to be more and more sensible of the indifferency of her Lover, which made her break out into these Words: Did not I tell you before, Sir, that as soon as you had obtained what you so Passionately wished for, you would not continue to Love me with the same Ardour as before; all Men usually lose a great part of their eager Desires, as soon as they have tasted the purest and most delicious Pleasures of Love. Oh! how much are you changed already, what is become of that Passion, which the Universe was not able to contain? What is become of all your most sincere Protestations; what of all your Passionate Expressions? The Marshal, who began to be afraid that the Lady might play him some scurvy trick or another, or perhaps cause him to be Poiniarded, before he could get out of the House, was fain to set on the best countenance he could; and to Caress her with a thousand fair Promises, of which he did not intend to keep the least. By this Artifice he at last got clear of his Mistress, having first made a solemn Promise to visit her as often as she should think convenient. Promises, made in the Air, without the least Prospect of accomplishment, except he had liked the Game better than he did; but what would not a Man say to a Woman, when she has lost her charms, and is become Burdensome? The Marshal being returned to his Lodgings, had now all his Thoughts employed how to Decamp with privacy from Puicerda, which he now began to nauseate as much as he hadadmired it before. Have not I done very finely, said he to himself, to have spent so much time i'dly in an Amorous Adventure, which was not worth the pains I took in looking after it? Madam Olympia, 'twas not in your power to retain me long in your Service; I was very much mistaken in your Charms. You are not engaging enough for a Man of my Humour, who hates to Swim in— But away with it, let us not think of it any more, for I begin to be Heartsick. Then calling his Valet du Chambre, Champonniere, said he, hadst thou ever a Spanish Mistress? Pray tell me your Adventures. The Marshal's Gentleman finding his Master in a Humour to divert himself with him, some part of the Night, burst out into laughter; having soon perceived, how he had been treated by this Spanish Lady. How now, Rascal! said the General, is this your way, to laugh at me as fast as you can? Oh! Sir, replied the Servant laughing as heartily as he did before; You have ordered me to make a recital of my amorous Adventures, and when I reflect upon some passages of 'em, 'tis impossible for me to forbear laughing. If thy Mistress were a Spaniard, said Monsieur de Boufflers, without question she gave thee great satisfaction. Yes Sir, answered his Gentleman, I have had a touch with most Nations How, said the Marshal; then thou hast dipped thy Sword in that Current of the Spanish Women. What dost thou think of these running Rivulets? Truly Sir, said he, I don't know what to say of 'em, but that they are not very Savoury. Thou art in the right on't, replied the General, Let us have no more of 'em, or else I shall Spew my Heart out. Go bring me up some Wine, to recruit my Spirits, or else I shall Swoon in good Earnest. The Gentleman thought that his Master had only been in jest, but he was extremely surprised when he saw him instantly fall from his Chair upon the Ground. Being in a great Consternation, he called up the Landlady, who having washed his Face very well with fair Water, soon brought him to himself again, and having caused him to be laid in his Bed he rested pretty well for the remainder of the Night.  
Some days after, Monsieur Boufflers quitted Catalonia, and marched with the French Army towards the Rhine, where he signalised himself in several advantageous Rencounters with the Imperialists. The two Marshals de Crequi and de Navaille pursued their Victories against the Imperial Forces, having defeated a considerable Party of their Dragoons; and the Marshal de Boufflers gave great Proofs of his Valour in this Engagement, which was followed by the surrender of the Castle of Dortamburg and that of Fort Kell. Amidst these Martial Exploits, the Marshal de Boufflers did not lay aside his tender inclinations for the fair Sex, being as soon as he was a little at leisure, as indefatigable in his amorous Engagements, as he had been before in his Warlike Erterprises; as it will appear in the sequel of our Story: But before we proceed, let us return to the unfortunate Donna Olympia, who being quite razed out of his Memory, showed all the marks of a despairing Person, in tearing off her Hair, and committing all sorts of Extravagancies, without suffering any one so much as to Speak to her of Consolation. Medina endeavoured to persuade her, that it was the common chance of Women in Love to be forgot and Slighted by their Gallants. But all in vain; for she continually Exclaimed against her ill Fortune, calling him at the same Moment ungrateful and perjured Wretch. Where art thou now, said she, with all thy Oaths and deceitful Promises? Oh good Heavens! can you suffer that such a Monster as this, should walk upon the Face of the Earth after having violated all that is Sacred to me? What ill Fate did over rule my Inclinations, when I granted him that, which ought to have been more dear to me than my own Life. This inconstant, Perfidious Wretch triumphs over my Honour. Ah! I am resolved to Travel all over the World in quest of him, on purpose to reproach him with his infidelity, and if he refuse to hearken to my just Complaints, I will, said she, (taking up a Dagger which lay upon the Table) Stab him to the Heart. Yes, said she, I don't doubt but this Arm of mine shall have strength enough to dispatch this faithless Wretch, who ought not to live any longer, since he has deceived me. She had no sooner spoke these Words, and being altogether animated with Revenge, but she begged of Medina to be her Companion in this Enterprise, saying that they would both disguise themselves in men's Habit, and find out the Marshal in whatever part of the World he might be. But her Kinswoman, who was more prudent in weighing the matter, utterly rejected her Proposal, as being so little agreeable to their Sex, representing to her all the dangers, which must be the necessary Consequences of such an attempt, to Women of their Quality.  
Will you Madam, said she, very wittily act the Heroine Musqueteer, will you be ambitious to imitate your Romantic Heroes, what gainer will you be by all this? But to make yourself a Laughing Stock to the World. Let your ungrateful Lover enjoy his own Peace, 'tis possible his Conscience does already sufficiently accuse him of his Treachery. Your French Gentlemen, as I have often told you, seldom do otherwise than he has done; and I pity those poor Women who are so unfortunate as to believe 'em. Endeavour therefore to compose your Mind; that is the only way left you to be even with him, for I don't question that but he is vain enough to believe that you are extremely concerned at his Absence: But if I were in your case, he should never boast of that satisfaction. Oh! my Dearest, replied Donna Olympia all in Tears, he has now very little regard to me; yet he has gained what he aimed at, and 'tis that which almost put's me into Despair. I shall never see again that Conqueror, who has triumphed over my weakness in spite of all the Resistance I was able to make; I was too too soon overcome by his flattering Promises. Good Heavens! you that know my disgrace, Revenge me upon this perfidious Man. Madam, replied Medina, if I should tell you, that these things ought to have been considered before you entertained the Marshal so far, I shall perhaps lose some part of the advantage of comforting you, wherefore I think the best Office I can do you at this time, is to desire you to take comfort, to forget what is passed, and to be more Circumspect for the future. Donna Olympia so well approved the Advice given her by her Kinswoman, that some time after, as we have been since informed, she threw herself into a Nunnery of the Female Converts, where she spends the remainder of her Life-time in doing of Penance; eating of nothing but wild Roots, and Drinking nothing but fair Water, in Atonement of her former sensual Pleasures: And Medina followed her Example, to mortify herself, for some former Love-Intreagues in France and Spain. Thus we are come to the conclusion of the History of our two Spanish Lady's.  
'Tis now time to return to our Marshal, who has not been Idle in Germany; having already found out a new Mistress, whose Charms have rendered him her Captive. Here you must not imagine that 'twas a native of that Country, who was so dexterous in engaging his Heart: no, they are very rarely so ingenious at Love-Intreagues in those Parts, being somewhat unacquainted with such languishing desires, which are the constant attendants of Lovers. The Beauty which Captivated him, was a certain English Gentlewoman, whom chance had brought to the same Inn where he Lodged. This Lady whom we will call my Lady Stone, was the Wife of a certain Irish Gentleman, who being accused of High-Treason, was forced to quit England, and finding no redress in his Affairs, had sought for a Sanctuary in Germany, as his Wife was informed; who had undertaken this Journey, in hopes to find him out there; but not having got any farther Information concerning him, notwithstanding her utmost endeavours, was extremely uneasy in the Inn where she Lodged, for fear that she should not be able to learn any news relating to her ungrateful Husband, who had left her without giving her the least notice, since his departure, of the place of his Abode. The Marshal, who was informed before hand of her Circumstances, showed her all the respect due to a Lady of her Quality and Merits, who laboured under great afflictions. It will not be a-miss here to give you a Character of this English Lady. She was most delicately shaped, very courteous and affable in all her Behaviour. Her Hair was Black, her Complexion very fair, and her Skin very smooth; her Eyes very bright and sparkling; she had the prettiest Mouth in the World, and she laughed most charmingly: As for her Teeth, they were none of the best; this being a general defect among the Lady's of this Country, who commonly spoil 'em with eating Sweetmeats too plentifully. She had besides thisa, certain Majestic Air, which was surprising at first sight, tho' she was extremely Obliging and Courteous in Conversation. Her Neck and Hands were very fair and plump, and to comprehend all in a few words, she appeared so adoreable to our Marshal, that he became strongly enamoured with her Beauty. The first Proof he gave her of his Love, was one Morning, when he found her all in despair in her Chamber; she had torn her Hair, and was just ready to make a way with herself. If in any other Country but England a Woman should commit these extravagancies, she would be thought only fit for a Mad-House. But it is to be considered that in no other place in the World these violent attempts are so frequently put in Execution as there. I don't know what hard sentiments they have concerning themselves, but this is certain, that for a small disappointment, 'tis often known that they Hang, Poison, or Pistol themselves without any sense of their crime. Our General being touched as much with compassion as with Love, threw himself ather Feet, entreating her to tell him the truecauseof that affliction, which had inspired her with so desperate a Resolution, the mark's of which plainly appeared in her Countenance. The English Lady being somewhat of a haughty temper, could at first scarce resolve to discover the Circumstances of her Affairs to Monsieur de Bouffflers, looking upon it as a thing very unbecoming herself, and as somewhat which could not but most sensibly affect her Honour: Nevertheless, considering with herself in what a generous and obliging manner she was treated by the Marshal, she at last determined to make an ingenuous Confession in these Words: Is it possible, Sir, that my ill Fortune should drive me to this point of Extremity, in which you see me at present: My Husband, who scarce deserves that name, having left me without Money, and without any prospect of receiving assistance from any Person? I have been for some time in this Inn, with my Valet du Chambre, and my waiting Woman; and besides other Necessaries requisite for a Person of my Quality; I have not wherewithal to satisfy my Host, whom I cannot expect to entertain me Gratis, I am quite beyond all Patience, to see myself reduced to this extremity, by the neglect of an ill Husband, who— She could not proceed, the Tears which trickled down her Beautiful Cheeks, having quite stopped her Speech. The Marshal was so touched with compassion, that immediately he offered her his Purse, desiring her to make use of it, as if it were her own; and to show her that his Words were not bare Compliments, as 'tis the common Custom of a great many, but that his Offers were real, he went immediately down to the Host, whom he asked how much that English Lady who with her Servants Lodged in his House, was indebted to him. The Inn-holder having brought him her Bill, he immediately paid him what he demanded; telling him, that he had received Orders from her Husband Mr. Stone, to pay him his Money, and to engage his Word for what ever she should have occasion for in his House, for the future. In a few Moment's after, Monsieur de Boufflers sent to his new Mistress a Purse full of Lovis' d'or, Embroidered with fine Pearls on both sides, and trimmed with Ribonds of all sorts of Colours, to supply herself with such little Necessaries as she might have occasion for at that time. The Marshal discovering in this fair Lady every day new charms, was extremely glad of this Opportunity, hoping that his Liberality would be repaid him in another Coin, that is to say, by his Mistress' Favours. Is it possible, said he to himself, that any Husband can be so unworthy, thus to abandon a Person of her merit, and who is so Charming and Amiable in outward appearance? Truly I don't know what may be in the bottom of this matter, which perhaps is past my finding out; if she should perhaps, continued he with a Smile, have some resemblance to my Spanish Mistress, what a disappointment would that be? but let it be as it will, I don't repent of having given her some assistance, at a time when she was just at the point of Despair; I have at least done a work of Charity, if her Charms should not prove answerable to my expectation. If Monsieur de Boufflers was thus employed in reasoning with himself, my Lady Stone did make no less Reflections upon the Liberality, which she had received from an Officer, whom she did not know, before she had seen him in the same Place where she Lodged. Oh! cried she, being all alone in her Chamber. I insensibly engage myself to I know not whom: Perhaps this Stranger will scarce be contented with a bare Acknowledgement; he appears to me so Passionate, that I have all the reason to believe he aims at no less than my Heart. Without this prospect, which is natural to all Men; what could have induced him to show his Generosity to me? Oh cruel Husband, cried this Lady sighing; If I part with something which only belongs to you alone, remember that you yourself are the cause of it: For when I reflect upon your Behaviour towards me, I find a strong Inclination in me to grant it. I beseech thee good God, to give me Virtue and Strength enough to resist so powerful a Temptation. I foresee by some secret Instinct, that I shall not be able to come off a Conqueror in this Engagement. My Lady Stone was thus Tormenting herself, when the Marshal came into the same Room, where she was, and after having paid his respects and Saluted her, he set himself down by her; What is it Madam said he, that occasions all these troubles: Why do you strive to render yourself unfortunate in Reflecting too much upon your present Condition? Don't let the Spring-season of your Life pass away without Pleasure, so charming a Person as you ought to be made sensible of the satisfaction, which attends the full enjoyment of the happy Minute. If you have the least inclination to Love, I know a certain Gentleman so violently charmed with your engaging Air, that he declares he loves you more than his own Life. And how come you to know this, answered the Lady, in a Melancholy Tone, are you the Guardian of this Gentleman's Heart? Yes Madam, replied the Marshal with a very Passionate look, I know him as well as my own self, and I will be answerable for his Passion and Constancy, and that he shall protest to you that he will Love you as long as he lives. You surprise me Sir, replied the fair Lady, pray tell me who is this Gentleman, that has such advantageous Thoughts of me, do I not know him? Madam, replied the Marshal, casting on her a very amorous look; He is not unknown to you, 'tis the same whom you see before you.  
This Declaration of the Marshal's, having put our English Lady to the blush, he continued to make to her all the most sincere Protestations of a violent Passion, according to the Custom of most Men, at the first rise of their Love. The Marshal was so extremely delighted with his growing Passion, that he protested with a Thousand Oaths at the Feet of his Mistress, that he Passionately loved her; that he adored her; that he was Enchanted by her powerful Charms, and a Thousand such like extravagant Expressions. Is it possible, replied my Lady Stone coldly, that you should Love me so much as you pretend you do? May one rely upon your Words? Commonly Persons of your Character are in Love with most Women, more out of a Principle of Civility than Love. But, continued she, what is it that I say, I cannot but be persuaded that you have some kindness for me, since you have dealt so generously with me; I will take it then for granted, it will serve at least to please my Fancy; What advantage could you purpose to yourself in deceiving an unfortunate and afflicted Person, who desires nothing but Compassion. Oh Madam! replied the Marshal, squeezing her fair Hands between his own. 'Tis I that rather stand in need of Compassion; my Love increases every Moment, and if you don't find out a Remedy to appease my pain, I am infallibly undone. Sir, replied the Lady Smiling, I have a certain Chambermaid belonging to me, who has a Sovereign Antidote against Love; I'll engage as soon as you do but look upon her you'll be cured of your Distemper. O Madam! cried the Marshal being impatient to see her, pray let her come, that she may apply somewhat to assuage my Pain. The Plaster which she uses replied the English Lady, facetiously, is very large, it will cover your whole Body. This is a Plaster for the Devil, said he, but pray let us see it, he had no sooner spoke these Words, but the Lady called Betty, which was the name of her Chambermaid, who was so ugly that she was only fit to make a Bugg-bear to frighten Children withal. Her Mouth was so big that it reached from one Ear to the other; her Nose was very small; her Forehead very low and flat; her Eyes vastly large; her Hair and the grain of her Skin very course, if you touched her she felt like a Nutmeg grater; besides that she was as Black as a Tawny-moor, and her shape was all awry: But notwithstanding all this, she had a most admirable Head-piece, having a ready and well refined Wit, and was most excellent at Repartees. When one heard her talk, she made an ample amends for the Deformity of her Body and Face; and 'twas by this means that she insinuated herself into the favour of her Mistress, who had a particular kindness for her. The Marshal, at first sight of her, went two or three steps backwards, on purpose to show his surprise. This young Woman, who as we have already intimated, had a very ready Wit, and was well acquainted with this sort of Divertisements, was not at all balked at it, but on the contrary, told the Marshal very briskly; that this was a certain Proof of her Merit, because she had been powerful enough to cause so sudden an Emotion in a Person so brave and Galiant as the Marshal. 'Tis very true Mistress, replied Monsieur de Boufflers, pray come nearer to me, and make me sensible of your Remedy against Love, which your Lady has told me, that you always carry about you. Alas! replied Betty with a Smile, Sir my charms are not powerful enough to cure you of your Love, I want that advantage, except in seeing me so ill shaped and so ugly, you might take a general antipathy against Women: They are not all of 'em so ugly nor so ill shaped, replied her Mistress, as thou art Betty, wherefore I don't believe that the Marshal is resolved as yet to renounce his Passion for the fair Sex. I conjecture I know a certain Person in the World, whom he does not altogether look upon with an indifferent Eye. And so do I, replied Betty laughing: For that I know it may be your own self, it being very likely that the Marshal is not insensible of your Charms. You jeer me, replied Madam Stone pleasantly; what do you say to the cajoleing Language of my Maid, said she to the Marshal, I say Madam, replied he, that she is absolutely in the right on't, and that she has spoke nothing but what is due to so adorable and so amiable a Person as yourself. Alas! I am only too well convinced of the truth of it, my Heart having been Wounded by your irresistible Charms. O Sir, replied Madam Stone carelessly, why then done't you wear it in a Scarff? I am afraid this poor Heart of yours is so mangled ever since you first saw me, that it will not hold long together. How can it be otherwise, Madam, answered Betty, who was very smart upon the Marshal, so that he was extremely taken with her Conversation.  
They were about to continue their discourse, when Dame Helenemberg the Mistress of the House came in to tell her Guests that in the Evening there would be a Ball at the House of the Bailiff of the Town. The Marshal knew so well how to persuade my Lady Stone to go thither with him, that she easily granted his Request, according to the Inclinations of the English Women, who are naturally addicted to Pleasure. This Germane Ball was composed of the chief Magistrates of the Place, who after they had Eat and Drunk very plentifully, and their Music, (which was rather confused Noise, than any thing relating to Harmony) having begun to Play, they danced according to their own Country-Fashion, with their Wives and Daughters. The Marshal being somewhat concerned, immediately departed, and at his return brought along with him some Haut-bois and Pipers belonging to the French Regiments thereabouts, who played very sweetly, and conducted him and his Mistress to the Ball, where they danced with so admirable an Air, that the whole Company stood amazed at the graceful performance of these two unknown Persons. Dame Helenemberg, who had squeezed herself up in some corner, for fear of being known, did rub her Hands for joy, being not a little Proud, that she had the good Fortune to entertain such Guests in her House. At last the Ball being ended the Turn-Spits, as I suppose, all on a sudden made such a clattering noise amidst the Kettles and Frying-pans', and with the Fire Shovels, Tongues and other Kitchen-Instruments, that the Marshal and his Lady being frighted at it, got away as fast as they could to their own Lodgings. It was about four a Clock in the Morning, when they returned from the Ball; and our Lovers beginning now by degrees to be more and more sensible of the Pleasures of their growing Love, resolved not to go to Bed that Night, but to pass it away in those amorous Protestations, which are usually the effects of a most tender Passion. The Marshal, who would fain in some measure have moderated the Vehemency of his Love, found his endeavours so weak, and his Mistress' Charms so engaging and powerful, that he was constrained absolutely to give way to his Passion. He thought her at that time more charming than ever, which served for nothing else but to render him more unfortunate, and to entangle him the more in a Passion, which it would not be easy for him to shake off so soon. He grew at last Melancholy to that degree, that he avoided all manner of civil Society and Conversation.  
One day the Lady having reprehended him for his ill Humour, telling him that he was strangely altered in his Temper, from what she had known him before: Alas! Madam, said he, what good can you expect from the presence of a Man-hater, who thinks the World too little for him to range in? The Marshals de Crequi and de Navaille did also several times check him upon account of his cloudy Temper, without knowing the true cause of it, so that the Marshal de Boufflers at last beginning to grow weary of leading such a disconsolate course of Life, and having communicated his Thoughts to the Count de Choiseul, he was soon relieved by his good Advice. How, said he, my Friend, is it come to that pass with you, that you cannot make a Woman Love you, for whom you have a Passion? You may now esteem yourself a sorry Fellow indeed. For my part, replied the Marshal, striking with his Hat upon the Table, I know not what I am myself, yet I am sure I am not the same I used to be: I durst not so much as sue for a Favour from the Lady I Love. I cannot believe but that she has bewitched me to be silent, and to bear every thing with an awful Respect. These are the true marks, replied the Count, of a Man in Love: But why should you complain, since you have asked nothing of your Mistress, and that you have no reason to accuse her of being Insensible, Cruel or Indifferent. Go, go, take my advice, lay aside this dull way of Courtship, and push on your Point as close as you can: The English Ladies are not so averse to the French as you imagine. The Marshal could not forbear laughing at the Count's jolly Humour, who advised him to make use of his middle Point to advance his Amorous Design, Courage, Courage my dear Friend, cried the Count, clapping him upon the Shoulder; 'tis a very good sign when a Love Sick Person begins to laugh; I'll engage, that before you are a Weak older, you'll be cured of your Distemper: It seems, that when we disclose our Heart to a Friend, we share with him one half of our troubles. This was very observable in the Marshal, who after having freely delivered his Mind to the Count his Friend, found himself half cured of his Pain; having therefore embraced and returned him a thousand thanks for his good Counsel he went to renew his Visit at my Lady Stone's, who had been very uneasy during his absence.  
What have I done to you my dear Marshal, said she, that you thus fly from me as you do; it seems as if I were become your Enemy? Truly Madam, answered he, looking upon her with a languishing Eye, in some measure you are so, having bereaved my Heart of all its Repose and Tranquillity; ever since I had the first sight of you, I am not the same Person I was wont to be; I have given you some hints of my Passion, but I am apt to believe you scarce ever thought of it since. More than you think for, Sir, replied she, I love you better than you can imagine. 'Twas not without some Confusion that she spoke these Words, but imagining that he had not very well apprehended her meaning, she repeated 'em several times very pleasantly. The Marshal, who understands a little of most Languages, especially as to Love-Terms, fell into an Ecstasy of Joy upon hearing these charming Words, which sounded very prettily in English from his fair Lady's Mouth. She having several times after repeated these Words, I Love you, I Love you; the Marshal did no longer question his own happiness, and having embraced his charming Mistress, he gave her fresh assurances of the violence of his Passion, which he told her was raised to that height that it must prove mortal to him, except she would vouchsafe to prevent it. Is it possible, Divine Creature, said he, that at that moment, when I look upon you, there should be any thing wanting to accomplish my Felicity? Alas! flattering Fancies! deceitful Imaginations! I am very sensible what it is that is wanting to complete my happiness, 'tis that you my incomparable Fair, would Love me as well as I do you. I will Sir, I will from the very bottom of my Heart, answered she. Now I leave it to the Reader's Judgement, to imagine what effects these Words proceeding from the Mouth of his most adored Mistress, had upon the Marshal: Indeed he was quite transported beyond himself, he Kissed her a thousand times, and that so close as if he were in a Trance. The English Lady giving him some weak Repulses; they served only to add Fuel to his Fire, and to inflame his Passion, and not being able to contain himself any longer; he with the consent of his Fair One, who was as hard put to it as himself to preserve her Honour, took a walk in an adjacent Wood When she found herself alone, I expose myself to no small danger, said she, in entertaining a Person who appears very dangerous to a tender Heart. Alas Heavens! I am only too sensible of his lovely Accomplishments, he has somewhat so charming in him, that my Liberty is in great danger of suffering Shipwreck. This Conqueror will in time Triumph over my Weakness, if I don't oppose him with all my Strength. Having made these Reflections, which her almost dying Virtue did inspire her withal; she took her Pen, and having understood by a certain Friend, whom was going into Switzerland, that her Husband had been seen in that Country, she wrote him these following Lines:  
Cruel, Ungrateful,  
YOU appear so despicable to me at this time, that your neglect shall not cost me so much as one Sighs. What could induce. you to leave your faithful Spouse without Remorse? There need no great question to be made concerning the difference of our Sentiments, they are so opposite to one another, that they are passed all Reconciliation on my side. Oh! had it pleased Heaven, which has punished me for loving you too much, to let me know you as well long ago, as I do at present: This Knowledge would have saved me many a torrent of Tears and Sighs, which I have so lavishly bestowed upon an ungrateful Man, who is not in the least worthy of 'em: When you seriously consider with yourself unto what danger you have exposed a Woman of my Age, and if I may say so myself, who may also pretend to some merit, you ought to blush for shame. My Virtue has hitherto defended itself against those Temptations which daily present themselves before my Eyes; But alas! How difficult it is to be assured of an entire Victory over ones own Inclinations. How do you know but that when matters come to the utmost extremity, my strength may fail me? Make haste therefore to help me before I am utterly lost, which I shall certainly be without your Presence. You have left me destitute of Money and all other comforts. What would you have me resolve upon in this miserable Condition? If it had not been for a certain Friend of mine, who in time may also be Yours, I must have perished unavoidably for want of necessary Subsistance. I leave it to your own consideration, what acknowledgement is due to his Generosity. I cannot without some Confusion recite to you the ill Circumstances of our Affairs: Let me hear of you, if you are still among the Living, and to be sure inform me where you are at present, that I may come to see you. I shall be impatient to understand where you are, at the same House, where this Friend the Bearer of this Letter has left me, and whither he will direct you. Adieu, I remain in spite of all your unkindnesses  
Your Faithful Spouse.  
No sooner had she dispatched this Letter, but she went to take the Air in an adjacent Forest, where she knew that the Marshal was gone before accompanied only with his Gentleman. Sympathy, which so strangely guides Lovers in their Actions, had soon drawn the Marshal to the same Place where she had set herself down; thus musing upon her amorous Adventure; and espying a Flock of Sheep feeding not far off, she could not forbear saying, (as if she envied their happiness) O you innocent Creatures, how happy are you! You feed here without care and Anxiety; those Passions which continually afflict us Rational Creatures, never disturb your Tranquillity; you follow the instincts of Nature, without either Crime or Punishment: Your desires never exceed the bounds prescribed by Nature: Love, which never disturbs your contented Mind, follows among you its own Laws, O you Peaceable Creatures! You are more happy than we Mortals. Monsieur de Boufflers, who had hid himself behind some Trees, overheard all that she said, agreeably surprising her. Oh! Sir, cried she blushing, who thought to have found you here? You are so dextrous at a Surprise when least expected, and especially when one is employed in such matters as aught to be kept from your Knowledge. I was just admiring the Sweetness and Tranquillity which these Creatures enjoy, nothing vexes 'em, nothing disturbs 'em. Alas! why was not I made like them? Madam, said the Marshal, it lies in your own Power to enjoy the same Tranquillity; you may make yourself happy whenever you please, and all such of your Friends, upon whom you shall vouch safe to bestow your Favours. Do but Love, do but Love, continued he, this is the only Happiness of Life. He would have proceeded in his discourse, but our English Lady having made signs to him, that her Gentleman, who followed her close, understood a little French, the Marshal did not enlarge any further upon this Subject; and tho' their Conference lasted somewhat longer, they where wholly employed in discoursing about indifferent matters. Thus as the Marshal and the Lady were walking along with a slow Pace, they found themselves insensibly got very far into the Wood, when they espied asar off a kind of Cottage thatched with Straw and very neatly Built; insomuch that their Curiosity inspired 'em with a desire to know who it should be that dwelled in so solitary a Place, therefore my Lady Stone sent Mr. Game, her Gentleman to inform himself of it: Upon his Return, he told our Lovers that this little House belonged to a certain honest old Man, aged above a Hundred and Twelve Years, and that he had with him one of the most Beautiful Creatures in the World, which he said was his Daughter. This News seeming somewhat surprising the English Lady, she enjoined her Gentleman to return to the same Place, on purpose to ask him how old he might be when he begot this Daughter, and to make some other particular Inquiries concerning the whole course of his Life. While the Gentleman was gone to execute his Mistress' Commands, she had set herself under a Tree, where she expected his return: The Marshal having here Prostrated himself at the Feet of his Goddess, began to renew his former Protestations. Hold your Tongue you prattling Fool, said she, giving him a gentle blow upon one Cheek; which being done with a very gallant Air, it so sensibly touched the Marshal, that he was ready to expire for Joy. In the mean time Mr. Game being returned drew near and told 'em, that the Countryman refused to answer his Questions, imagining that he was come to play upon him, and that he had shut himself up in his Hutch. Let us go Madam, said the Marshal rising from his Seat, and make him open the Door, that we may have the Satisfaction to see that handsome Damsel, whose Beauty has surprised Mr. Game. What reason is there replied my Lady Stone, (being jealous that this Damsel might surpass her in Beauty) to disturb these poor People in their peaceable Enjoyment? come let us go Home to our own Lodgings. The Marshal, who always shows the utmost Complaisance to Lady's, was unwilling to contradict his Mistress, tho' he had a great mind to see this Country-Beauty, therefore he thought it most convenient to defer his Curiosity till a more favourable Opportunity, when he should be alone. Having reconducted the Lady to her Lodgings, the remainder of the Day was spent in playing at Cards, and such sort of Sports. Neither was Love laid aside, but had a share in the Pastime, and our Marshal would have been very willing to play another Game, but he could not prevail at that time.  
It is scarce to be imagined how this English Lady, who saw herself reduced to the utmost extremity, could defend her Honour with so much bravery. She endeavoured to detain her Lover with fair Words from one Day to another, in hopes that her Husband in the mean time might come to assist her in this Critical Conjuncture: Not but that she had a very favourable Opinion of the Marshal, whom she loved extremely, nay, even to that degree, that she herself despaired of resisting his Charms much longer. For he that is once Master of the Heart of a Lady, need not much question all the rest Our present Narrative will furnish us with Examples of this nature. But let us return to our General, who notwithstanding this praeengagement, went in search of a new Passion. He could not forget what he had heard the other day in the Wood concerning the Country-Damsel, whom he had not as yet seen, except it were in the Idea of his own Fancy, which appeared to him very pleasing; therefore he arose one Morning early with the Sun, and repaired to the Wood, without letting any one know his Design, steering his Course directly towards the Cottage, where he found the old Man and his Daughter busy in making your Basket-work Umbrello's, by which they got their Livelihood; who seemed to be much surprised at the sight of him. The Marshal was no less amazed at them; for he protested some hours after, that tho' he had Travelled over a great part of the World, he had never in all his Life-time met with any thing comparable to this Country-Beauty. He took particular notice of the exact features of her Face, her delicate shape, very proportionable to the size of her Limbs, which were not as yet come to their full growth and perfection; she than not having attained to above Sixteen or Eighteen years of Age: The whole Ornament of her Body being a small Jacket of pure white Linen. The Marshal would have entered into discourse with her, but he found her so Savage and ill Humoured, that she flew away from him directly into her Cottage. In the mean while her Father took the Liberty to tell him in the Germane Tongue, that he had best go about his business, or else he would not long be pleased with his Entertainment. The Marshal seeing himself threatened by a plain Country-Fellow (who by reason of his Skill in Magical Arts, was not so ignorant as he imagined) despising his threats drew his Sword at him, telling him, you old Sorcerer, I'll make you know, at least to let me see your fair Daughter: He did not believe that he had called him by his right Name, but was soon convinced of the Truth of it; for in an instant, he saw three or four great black Fellows, like so many Infernal Fiends fall upon him, sometimes pulling him by the Nose, which they Pinched sound, sometimes by the Ears, which they stretched with such a force, as if they would have pulled 'em off. This Game being over, which was nothing to what was to come, they drew him up into the Air, and with his own Sword gave him innumerable Blows; from hence they conveyed him quite to the other end of the Forest, upon a precipice surrounded with Water: The Marshal as brave as he is, was heartily afraid that these Devils would have thrown him down headlong from thence into the Pond, but it seems it was not his fate to be Drowned. At last, after he had been well drubbed again, they threw his Sword at his Head and so left him. The Marshal returned as fast as he was able to his Lodgings, where he did not speak so much as one Word of his Adventure, but he was forced to keep his Bed for several Days, and Champonniere his Valet du Chambre was fain to bathe his Limbs, (which were extremely battered) with Spirit of Wine, and Spanish Soap. My Lady Stone not being able to guests at the cause of this sudden Distemper of her Lover, was almost out of her Wits; she came every Day to his Bedside, to show him her Affection, and how much concerned she was for his Illness: The Marshal on the other hand, acknowledged her Civilities in the most Obliging manner in the World. As soon as he was recovered, he did not fail to give her the same Demonstrations of his Love as before, nevertheless she soon perceived that the vehemency of his Passion was somewhat abated. The Beautiful Country-Damsel whom he had seen in the Wood, notwithstanding the ill Treatment he had received, had so enchanted him, that his Thoughts could not be employed any where else, My Lady Stone appeared much dissatisfied at his Shyness, not knowing unto what cause to attribute this indifferency. Should it not perhaps be, said she to herself, because I have denied him those Favours which he sued for so earnestly? But how could I do otherwise? Why should I at once betray my Virtue and my Husband, to satisfy the Brutish inclinations of a Man, who perhaps when he has obtained his aim, will make me a Laughing Stock to his Companions? No, No, I'll never consent to it. Not but that my Husband, who has played me such a prank so lately, deserves it very well; but I am resolved to subdue my Passion, for my own satisfaction's sake, and not to lose the pleasure of Triumphing over all those flattering Temptations which daily lie in my way. Nevertheless I must own, that I have vast Obligations to the Marshal, who did so generously assist me when I was in extremity: a bare acknowledgement will be scarce a sufficient Recompense for his Liberality. neither am I ignorant that all Men are guided by Interest, and that they never oblige a Woman without a Prospect of Reward. Thus our beautiful English Lady was reasoning with herself, when Monsieur de Boufflers (who was by this time pretty well tired with the thoughts of his Country-Beauty) surprised her upon a sudden: What is it Madam, said he, that disturbs your Mind, what is it that makes you so pensive? Truly Sir, replied the Lady not without some disturbance, I am so, and that too upon very good Grounds: For is it not cause enough of trouble to see myself looked upon by you with all the indifferency imaginable, even at the same time when I can hear no News from my Husband? Don't you think that all this is sufficient to overwhelm me with Grief. Alas! Sir, to my Misfortune I have placed you too near my Heart. She could not proceed without shedding some Tears, which very sensibly affected the Marshal, who very dextrously attributed the effects of his Discontent and Indifferency to her Shyness; telling her that it was because she had set light by his Passion. Indeed, replied she, I might easily Conjecture this to be the true cause of your indifferency; but can you imagine Sir, that without a great deal of trouble we can resolve to grant your Sex those Favours, which you aim at. I am apt to believe you say right, Madam, answered the Marshal, but if a Woman meets with one whom she knows to be a Person of Honour and Discretion, what has she to fear? As for my own part, continued she, I would rather a Thousand times fall upon the point of my own Sword, than brag of a Favour received from a Lady. He must needs be destitute both of Honour and Integrity that does it. If this be the only Scruple remaining, which troubles you, I can quickly free you from it, by assuring you that as to this particular I am invincible: Love me therefore my Dearest, and done't any longer refuse to give me that most precious Pledge of your Love, which I beg of you. The Marshal expressed these words in so Passionate a manner, that even at that very Moment the Lady was overcome. I have understood since, that our General, who never attacks any Place without success; luckily hit at that time on the very Critical Minute, and he made use of it with discretion, like a Man of Honour, this is to say, without boasting of it, as a great many Gentlemen do, when they meet with a good chance. The satisfaction which the Marshal received in the enjoyment of this English Lady, far surpassed what he had from his Spanish Mistress at Puicerda. He continued his amorous Engagements for some time with the latter, as a Person of much Honour and Bravery; till being ordered to some Warlike Expedition, he was fain to resolve to quit his Mistress. While these two Lovers were lamenting that cruel separation which was so near at Hand; the Husband of this fair English Lady, having received her Letter, and fearing not without Reason, that a Coronet was preparing for his Head, had made all the speed he could to come into Germany. The Marshal was overjoyed at the News, finding his Mistress to grow somewhat burdensome to his Purse, be. sides that he was obliged to pay her more than ordinary respect, in regard of her Quality.  
Mr. Stone was extremely well satisfied to meet his Wife, whom he believed to have been very faithful to him; but poor Man, he was very much mistaken, he must have come a little sooner, if he would have prevented her from entering him in the Cuckold's Order. However, matters passed between 'em with a great deal of Love and Amity. The Marshal treated the English Gentleman no otherwise than his Friend, assuring him by several Oaths that he would be ready to serve him, whenever any Occasion should present itself. But the Lady was greatly afflicted at the Approaching departure of her Lover, who was so complaisant to stay with her as long as possibly he could, even some time beyond his Orders, during which, they let slip no opportunity to strengthen the good Husband's Horns, who was not sensible of what pains they took for him, or if he was, did conceal his Resentment. However, one Evening, after the Marshal was just gone out of her Apartment, he could not forbear telling her, that he thought she had a little too much kindness for the Marshal. What wouldst thou have me do my Dear, replied she, you know what vast Obligations I have received from him; he has dealt so generously with me, that 'tis impossible for me to forget it as long as I live. Alas! if it had not been for him, I had not been now among the Living. This was sufficient to persuade the poor English Gentleman, that all the kindnesses which she had shown him, were the bare effects of Gratitude. At last Monsieur Boufflers was forced to leave his Post, and to depart conformably to the positive Orders of the Count de Montal. I will not undertake here to give you a Relation of what passed in the Field during the rest of the Campaign, this not being my present design, but I shall rather follow the natural course of our History, which will lead us to some new Love-Intreagues of our General; who being returned after the Campaign was finished, to Paris, soon provided for himself a new Mistress: This was a young Damsel, the Daughter of a certain rich Merchant, whom he saw one Morning going to Mass at Clermont, where he went to hear a Sermon preached by a Jesuit, who contrary to the Custom of his Society, was at that time to treat of pure Morality. Tho' the Marshal seemed to be very attentive to the Doctrine preached by this Jesuit, who discoursed like a very good Christian, yet Love did not cease to insinuate itself into his Heart, and to make him sensible of its Force. Mademoiselle Landy was the name of this Beauty, that had charmed him at Church: She wore that day upon her Head one of your little black Feather-Caps, that were then in Fashion, which was so becoming to her, that tho' she was otherwise but an indifferent Beauty, yet the Marshal could scarce keep his Eyes from her. She soon perceived it, and knowing herself to be in a Place, where every thing ought to be done with a great deal of Modesty, she pulled her Hood somewhat lower over her Face. Sermon being ended, the Marshal took care to go out with her, and with a very gallant Air to ask her, if she would not allow him the Honour to wait upon her to her House. This young Gentlewoman who was very well bred, and did not want Wit, quickly perceiving by his Behaviour that he was not a Man to be despised, accepted of his Civility; nay, seemed well pleased to be Conducted home by so gallant a Gentleman.  
The next day, the Marshal made her a Visit; he found her in her Chamber, where she was playing very Sweetly and Charmingly upon the Lute. The sweetness of her Voice and the skill with which she expressed her Words to Admiration, were such Powerful Charms to him, that he seemed to be quite Enchanted. But he was forced to carry on this Love-intreague with a great deal of Precaution; for her Father and Mother were Persons of good Repute, whose chief aim was to prefer their only Daughter to some good Match or another. They flattered themselves for some time with the hopes that Monsieur de Boufflers visited their Daughter upon this account, but they were much mistaken, for his only business was to divert himself, and to spend his leisure-time in amorous Adventures. Monsieur Landy began at last to discover his Design, and coming one day from the Exchange, met with the Marshal de Boufflers upon his Knees before his Daughter, Kissing her Hands: Upon his departure, he checked her very severely, and in a Week after sent her to a Nunnery. The Marshal having perceived that he was the cause that the Father had so unkindly treated his Daughter, gave him a Visit on purpose to upbraid him with his severity. Will you marry her Sir, said the Merchant briskly to Monsieur Boufflers, if you will, I'll give her Thirty or Forty Thousand Crowns, ready Money for her Portion. No Sir, replied Monsieur Boufflers, my intent is not as yet to entangle myself in Wedlock; all that I did, was only to pass away some Melancholy hours in admiring those perfections, which I found in her. You speak like a Gentleman, said Monsieur Landy smiling, You have that Opera and Playhouse in this Town, which I should think might be sufficient to divert you, without haunting our Houses, on purpose to Debauch our Daughters. I have found my Daughter Madelon quite altered from what she was wont to be, since she has conversed with you. Gentlemen of your Kidney have a strange Influence over such young Maidens, which is not much admired among us Citizens: We are not very ambitious of having 'em turn Wanton or Impudent Housewives: We willingly leave these Qualifications to your Lady's of Pleasure, who don't think it any considerable Crime to Cuckold their Husband's. You are not in the wrong of it, Sir, replied the Marshal with a Smile, to take care of your Pullet's, lest such Game-Cock's as we should Sport with 'em; I do believe we should be apt to teach 'em another sort of Game; but at the same time you treat your Daughter with too much Rigour, thus to thrust her into a Nunnery: As for my own part, I'll swear to you by St. Urbot, that I never spoke twice of Love to her. Don't you know Sir, replied the Merchant, that St. Urbot is the Patron of all Treacherous and Perjured Persons, and what wonder is it, if you Soldiers choose him to be your Protector? You take us Soldiers then to be Devilish strange Creatures, my Friend, answered the Marshal, but I would have you know, that if it were not for us, our Enemies would have cropped your Ears long ago. No, no, Sir, you are mistaken, replied the Merchant, if matters were come to the utmost extremity, I believe we might be able to defend ourselves as well as you. And continued he, Swearing a great Oath, and pointing at an old Cimetar that hung up in the Hall, with this very Weapon I dare undertake myself to dispatch Thirty Soldiers at one stroke. O brave Merchant, replied Monsieur de Boufflers, taking him by the Hand; I find now that you are a Man of Courage, if our Enemies should ever come to enter France, we shall be sure not to want brave Soldiers to assist us upon all Occasions. I'll take care that his most Christian Majesty shall be informed of your Bravery. O good Sir, answered Monsieur Landy, I hope you will not play me such a scurvy trick; to tell you the truth, I am the greatest Coward in the World; if any one takes me at a word; my Courage and Riches both are only in Conceit. Indeed, replied the Marshal, you have done very well to undeceive me, for else I should have certainly made you pass with the King both for a Croesus and a Caesar: See now, said the Merchant, how dangerous it is to have more Reputation than is convenient. 'Tis very probable that for this Opinion which the World would have conceived both of my Wealth and Bravery (tho' far from Truth) I might have paid dearly one time or another. Well Sir, replied the Marshal, you are the best Judge of both; Adieu, I leave you to yourselves, but I would have you show yourself more kind to your Daughter, who does not deserve this ill treatment from your Hands.  
Monsieur de Boufflers, after having left the Merchant, returned to his own House, to reflect upon his amorous Widow hood which indeed was so burdensome to him, that he was not able to endure it long: He wanted some new Love-engagement, let it cost what it would. Opportunity, which always was favourable to him, soon presented a Paramour to his view. This was the Wife of a certain Counsellor of Paris, one of the most beautiful Women in this famous City. Their first Acquaintance happened at the Playhouse: He being then placed in one of the Boxes, this Lady who was in the Pitt, cast such kill looks at him, that he could not forbear going in, and to set himself down by her. Being desirous to be further acquainted with her, he sent his Servant for some dry Sweetmeats, China-Oranges and some Lemonade, which he presented to her: The fair Lady, who was accustomed to receive great Presents, did nevertheless not refuse the small ones; She accepted 'em very cheerfully, returning a thousand thanks to the Marshal, who told her at the same time; Madam, I am overjoyed at this happy Hour, which has procured me the advantage of your Acquaintance, It is a considerable time since I have been ambitious of this Honour. How Sir, replied the Gentlewoman very Merrily, could you know me before I ever had an Opportunity of seeing you. Yes, Madam, replied he very seriously, it is certain that a great while ago I had the advantage of knowing you, but looking upon you as a Person of extraordinary Beauty and Merits, I never had the boldness to approach you. The Lady finding herself outdone in Compliments, turned the Discourse upon the Players, who Acted their part very well, so that she would fain have made these the only Subject of the present Conference, but Monsieur Boufflers interrupted her. This is not, said he, the Point in Question, you don't answer me to what I spoke to you of, concerning the Honour I have obtained of your Acquaintance. Truly Sir, replied she very smartly, I know not well what answer to make, you tell me that you have known me for some time, and I was born in a Province which I believe you scarce ever saw in your Life-time, that is to say, Normandy; and having not been above two Months in Paris, I cannot take it any otherwise than that you are pleased to Jest with me. Oh! Madam, answered the Marshal, I rather would be my own Executioner, than to conceal my sentiments on purpose to divert myself at the expense of so lovely a Creature. I should be ashamed of such sinister Proceedings, neither can my Heart consent to so base an Action: Indeed it is not accustomed to deal perfidiously with any Person, and much less with one who is so beautiful as you; it would be easy for you to reduce its Inclinations to its Duty, if it were not in its own self capable to Act with sincerity, even in matters of the least Moment. Oh! that pretty loving Heart, cried the Lady, as if she had been surprised, I believe this to be the only one in the World. How! always true, always sincere, and without disguise; this is the first of this kind, that ever I heard of, and especially of so brave a Cavalier as you, who esteems it commonly no Sin to say to a Woman whatever you think fit, tho' you scarce ever retain any thought about it afterwards; much less that you should have an inclination to perform it. Then you take me, Madam, said the Marshal looking earnestly upon her, for a Dissembler and one that pretends to quite different things from what he thinks. Is this the Honour you are pleased to bestow upon me at first Sight? At this rate I have but little hopes of insinuating myself into your Favour; it is not likely that you will set much value upon a Man of such a Character. Notwithstanding all these infirmities, replied she, 'tis not impossible but that I might Love you, provided that— Oh! Madam, said the Marshal, being impatient to hear the rest, don't stop here, else you'll leave me in the greatest Distraction imaginable.  
The Play being just ended, every one departed out of the House, and our Marshal, who had found this Lady's Conversation very agreeable, would needs conduct her Home, tho' she had in her Company one of her Brothers, who being a Student in the Jesuits College, was not very well acquainted with such amorous Repartees. He when he had his Sister alone, began to argue the Case very handsomely with her, telling her, that she was now Married, and therefore did not stand in need of a Gallant, and that if her Husband should get the least knowledge of it, he would be very angry with her; he told her besides, that your Soldiers of all Men ought not to be regarded, since their only aim was to impose upon the poor Women, and afterwards to laugh at 'em. Go, go, Brother, answered the Lady, with your Advice another way, you have too much Sense for your Age. They that will taste the pleasures of Love, must not argue so closely as you do. Monsieur Niguese my Husband is not likely to know any thing of our Intrigue; it would be a hard Fate upon us poor Women, if we were to employ all our time and pains only to please a Husband: For my part, this does not at all suit with my Humour. The more pity for you Sister, replied Monsieur Landrirette, (which was the name of the fair Lady's Brother) you'll make but a very indifferent Housewife if you don't intend to make that your chief business, as becomes an honest Gentlewoman, such a one as you have been Educated at home; what can, continued he, be more Reproachful to a Woman that values her Reputation, than to hornify a poor harmless Man, who has not deserved it? And how dost thou know Landrirette, answered his Sister briskly that he does not deserve it, his Brother-in-Law I am sure has great Occasion for a lusty Pair to rouse up his dull Spirits, and to clear his cloudy Brains.  
Truly Sister, replied Landrirette, you either intent to make sport with me, or else I believe you are not in your right Wits; if I thought you were in good earnest, I would be the first that should give notice of it to your Husband, who I don't question, would find out a way to prevent his being dignifyed with Horns by you. Indeed, replied his Sister scoffingly, I don't know whether he could or not; a Woman is a strange sort of Creature to deal with, when she has once set her Resolution upon such a thing. I am only too apt to believe it, answered Landrirette, as he was going away, but pray Sister be mindful of your Duty, and consider that you have a Husband, unto whom you are accountable for your Actions. Come hither you Blockhead, replied Madam Niguese, calling back her Brother, canst thou believe me to be such a Fool, as not to tread in my Mother's Footsteps. I have heard my Parents say that when I was born, my Mother persuaded my Father, who is as thou know'st a good honest Man, (I suppose thou dost apprehend my meaning) that she was big with me Ten or Eleven Months, which is contrary to the course of Nature: My Father, who was willing to be absolutely satisfied in this matter, having been absent these Eleven Months, took Counsel of a Physician, who had had more than half a share in the begetting me, whether it were possible for any Woman to go so long with Child: You may easily imagine that the Doctor told him it might very well be, partly out of self-interest, and partly moved by the entreaties of my Mother, who was sorely afraid that the Plot might be discovered. If any Sinister Accident should happen to me, I warrant you we shall go near to find out means to clear that mistake. Is this your way to rectify your Errors, replied her Brother, for shame blush at these Reproachful Designs; Adieu I cannot endure to hear you talk at this rate any longer.  
Her Brother having thus left her, she entered her Closet, where she began to Reflect upon her Passion, which she felt for Monsieur de Boufflers, who had appeared in her Eyes the most charming and most accomplished Man in the World, and as she said to herself, who deserved to possess the Heart of a Beautiful Woman, Oh! what a Satisfaction is it, said she, to make such a Conquest: His whole Air is charming, and I have observed that all his Actions tend to honourable Designs; but supposing he should not be so nice in his Honour, as I could wish for, what hazard can I run in the Case? I am a Married Woman; if I were a young Maid, he might (after he had deceived me) expose me to his Scorn, but as I am, I need not insist upon these Trifles, I shall enjoy a Thousand happy Minutes, without any farther charge to myself than a little Complaisance: As to the Horns, which my Husband is likely to get by the Bargain, I matter it not, knowing that he well deserves 'em; besides, that there are a great many others who think themselves fine Fellows, because they have the Honour to be admitted into that Order. 'Tis at present the grand Mode of Paris, a fine business indeed, to make so many Scruples about; is there not such a Multitude of Persons who are content to wear 'em, that their number is not to be expressed? Monsieur Niguese her Husband coming into the Closet, prevented her from making any farther Reflections for that time, being come to lead her to Supper.  
The next Day the Marshal de Boufflers, who seldom loses a prize, gave a visit to this Lady, who very joyfully bid him welcome to her House, and her Husband, who as I have told you before, was a Counsellor, desired our General to come into his Study, which was furnished all over with Bags of Writings. Monsieur Boufflers was at that time actually engaged in a Law suit, and having occasion for the advice of a Lawyer, he delivered his Writings to our Counsellor, who returned him a Thousand Compliments for the Honour he did him, in making use of him in this Law Suit: He promised that he would peruse 'em all over, and not be wanting in his endeavours to gain him the Cause. I shall think myself very much obliged to you, Sir, answered Monsieur de Boufflers, putting two or three Golden Lovises into his Hand: I will desire your Lady to put you in Mind of my business. She is your Servant Sir, replied the Counsellor, leading him into his Wife's Chamber, who had left 'em by themselves, not questioning but that the Marshal would give her a Visit in private before he departed. Pray observe Sir, said the good Man, peeping his Wife in the Face, she has more Interest in the Courts of Justice than myself. When my Lord chief Precedent comes to our House, Come hither my Dearest, will he say, take you my Robe and Cap, and do you give Sentence as you think Convenient. O dear Sir, said the Marshal Smiling, I hope this may turn to my great Advantage, Come Madam, Come, said he, making a show as if he would embrace her, if you will but take my business in Hand, I don't question but we shall manage the Cause to very good purpose. But Sir, continued he, ere I forget it, are not you a Native of Normandy; if I don't mistake, I have heard 'em say that you have great skill in the tricking part of the Law, as most of your best Gentlemen of that Country have. No, Sir, replied Monsieur Niguese, I was born near Paris, but Normandy is the Native Country of my Wife. O you then are the Person who is best skilled in that part, replied the General in a Familiar manner, it is to you that I must make my application, and give you Instructions concerning my whole Business. No question Sir, replied the Counsellor, but that we shall find it out in time, I will leave you with my Wife to open the Cause; whilst I go to a certain Abbot one of my old Friends, to draw up a Petition for him of great Consequence. I cannot but tell you before I go, that this Abbot having got a young Wench with Child, she now Sues him for a Maintenance both for herself and the Child, for their Lives. My Dearest, do you relate the rest of the Story to Monsieur Boufflers. O yes, yes, said the Lady, being very uneasy that he was not gone before, my dear sweet Husband, I will notfail to do it, do but yno go to the Abbot du Great, 'tis possible he may else employ another Lawyer. O Plague! said he, putting on his Cloak, I should not like that, for he is a pleasant sort of a Fellow; besides, he has always some Lawbusiness or another, especially relating to Women, being a particular admirer of the fair Sex, and is always busy in grafting in their Gardens. For that I understand said Monsieur Boufflers, this is a dangerous Spark: Adieu replied Monsieur Niguese, my Wife knows him better than I  
The Counsellor's Lady being thus rid of the troublesome Company of her Husband, immediately entered upon her Love-concerns, which was what the Marshal wished for. The Parley was soon over, and in a little time they began to examine matters, piece by piece, but especially those of the Marshal de Boufflers; which this fair Lady handled almost without Intermission, confessing to him ingenuously, that she had never touched any thing so well proportioned in her Life-time. But Madam replied he, perceiving that she was no novice at the Trade, you have forgot my Lord President's, are not his Parts superior to mine? Oh! there is a great deal of difference my Dear, replied she with a little Confusion, I never met with a more disagreeable Man in the whole course of my Life, than he is from Head to Foot; for his Natural Parts both above and below, are so inconsiderable, that one would swear he had been clipped on all sides. This was enough for our Marshal to satisfy himself in what he was desirous to know, concerning this Lady, with whom he had been so lately engaged, and whom he had found also very defective as to what he had imagined her to be at first Sight: Wherefore after some farther Conversation altogether relating to Love Affairs, he was for taking his leave, but the Lady, who was not so soon cooled as he entreated him to stay a little longer, which the Marshal excused, under pretence that a violent Fit of the Colic had seized him; so that without any farther delay he departed from thence, to give a visit to one of his Relations, who lived in the Suburbs of St. german, to whom he gave an account of this whole Adventure, without mincing the matter.  
O brave! cried this Lady, laughing at him, now you have catched a Tortoise indeed, you have bestowed your Love upon a very deserving Creature, whose chief Reputation is, that she prostitutes herself to all sorts of Men, viz, Priests, Monks, Ostlers, etc. nothing comes amiss to her, even to the Curate of Meudon, and he you must know is a brave Fellow indeed. And what is this terrible Fellow pray, replied the Marshal de Boufflers desiring her to continue her discourse. What he is, replied Madam Garenne, Ill tell you my Dear Kinsman, he bespatters the reputation of all the Women and Maids in his Parish, except such as he knows to be willing to comply with his Brutish Lust. That Impudent Rascal, replied the Marshal laughing aught to be soused, as well as all the rest of the Religious Orders, that cannot keep within their bounds. I know one myself, whom I make use of sometimes for a Father Confessor, who oftener talks of Love, than of Penance to those Ladies, who come to him to Confession.  
One of the Lady's Gentlewomen coming into the Room, broke off the Discourse, telling her that the Countess of— was come to pay her Honour a Visit. The Marshal very earnestly looking in the Face of of this Gentlewoman, found her as fair as an Angel, besides that she had a most Charming sweetness in her Speech and whole Deportment; Monsieur de Boufflers having been instantly touched with her Charms, told his Cousin, that for certain Reasons he would not be present while the Countess paid her Visit, but that in the mean while he would stay in her Chamber. Madam Garenne, who had always a great deal of Complaisance for him, said to her waiting Woman, Janneton, do you in the mean time entertain my Cousin with the pleasant Adventures of the unfortunate She Lover, which was at that time a new Novel much in Vogue, and which her Gentlewoman had got by Heart. She had no sooner begun to relate the first Intrigue, when the Marshal Squeezing her Hands between his: told her with a very Passionate look. I wish you would rather tell me somewhat concerning your own Love-concerns, than of others, In which I have not the least share. How Sir, replied Janneton with a blush, should I relate to you my own Love-Adventures, who never Loved in my Life-time? Is it possible my fairest, answered the Marshal, that so charming a Creature as you should not have been made sensible of the force of Love. You would Madam, said he, give, but will not take. I done't in the least believe replied she, with a very becoming Modesty, that it is in my Power to engage any one in Love. Oh! Madam, replied the Marshal smiling, you are but only too powerful, for at this very Moment you, have made me your Slave. Janneton who was unacquainted with such Passionate Expressions, especially coming from the Mouth of such a Gentleman as the Marquis de Boufflers; returned no answer to what he said, but rising from her seat, was about to leave the Marshal alone notwithstanding her Mistress' orders, to entertain him during her Absence.  
But the Marshal stopping her Passage, whether will you fly, said he, my dear Child, pray don't deny to hear my sufferings. What would you have me say Sir, replied the young Gentlewoman with a blush which had spread itself all over her Face I don't understand your Language, and I am much surprised that you'll stoop so low as to make it your business to wheedle so inconsiderable a Person as I am, who am altogether ignorant in the Love Cards, as in the Art of Algebra. Thou art in Jest sure my Dearest, replied the Marshal, going to Kiss her Mouth which was very small, and as red as Coral; Love, is Natural to both Sexes, and I can read it in thy fair Eyes, that thou art not insensible of it. Oh! thou pretty Rogue, let me embrace thee, else I die without delay, Dye if you please Sir, replied Janneton, pushing him from her, you are full of your Transports and Familiarities, which are in no wise agreeable to my Humour; how long have you known me, thus to call me, thou at every turn, you may call your Servant-Maids so if you please: As for me, I was born the Daughter of the Marquis de la Fleur, who is descended of a noble and ancient Family in Bretaigne, tho' somewhat decayed and under a Cloud at this time. Madam Garenne has been pleased to take me into her House and does not treat me like a Servant but as a Friend. The Marshal having considered with himself, that his Cousin at her going out of the Room had desired her to entertain him; which Office does not belong to Chambermaids, he told her, throwing himself at her Feet; Madam I beg your Pardon, I was not so happy as to know you before, besides 'twas the excess of my Passion that made me take too much liberty; but I find you Cruel and Inexorable to the highest degree. As far I can see, you would let whole Troops of Lovers die at your Feet, without the least Compassion on your side; certainly Madam this is a crime of the highest Nature, to be so Inhuman. I take it to be a greater Crime in you Sir, replied Janneton, laughing at his being in this Posture, to endeavour to persuade us, if we were so Foolish as to believe it, that you are most Passionately in Love with all such Persons, to whom you address your Courtships; but as for my part, you must excuse me, if I cannot give Credit to your Asseverations, I know a little too well the true Character of you Courtiers, not by Experience, but by the Relations of others, who have had the Opportunity to try 'em. And what do those pretty incredulous Creatures say of us, replied the Marshal carelessly. O Sir, said Janneton, they'll tell you of a thousand Dissembling and Perfidious tricks, such as are altogether unbecoming a great Soul: I wonder how Gentlemen of Quality can condescend to make use of such mean ways to deceive our Sex; I should think that Love, being the most innocent Commerce among us Mortals, should be founded upon honourable Principles. You have spoke very well, my most adorable Janneton, cried the Marshal Transported with Passion; but you must consider that these Lady's of whom you speak, deal somewhat unjustly with us, in representing all Men of one and the same Temper: There are some that are Lovers of Honour and Integrity, and would scorn to deal upon other Terms with your Sex; thanks to my Stars, I am of the number of these, and I would sooner, added he, drawing his Sword out of the Scabbard, thrust this through my Heart than deceive a Lady that Loves me. Then Sir, replied the young Lady smiling, one must Love you, if one would make sure of your Heart. Yes Divine Creature, said Monsieur de Boufflers, that is the only way to Conquer it and to make it your Vassal.  
Madam Garenne, who had reconducted the Countess to her Coach, coming in, interrupted 'em, otherwise our General would not have broke off so soon; But this Lady as soon as she was entered well Cousin said She, has Mademoiselle de la Fleur entertained you with some satisfaction concerning the unfortunate She-Lover? Yes Madam, replied the Marshal, casting a tender look upon Janneton, but I have in my turn, entertained her with that of the Unfortunate He Lover, who could not persuade his Mistress of his sincerity, upon which subject I have enlarged to the utmost of my Ability. Your Mademoiselle there, is the most unlucky, unbelieving Creature in the World, she will not believe a Word one says; except you forswear yourself to the Devil, you cannot persuade her of the least thing that can be. O dear Cousin, said Madam Garenne, don't Swear; you are not ignorant that the fair Sex is always incredulous, and that they take a particular Pride in making their Gallants languish for 'em. Plague! on this way of making Love; replied the Marquis pleasantly, I would have 'em take my Word at first. Oh! my dear Kinsman, answered the Lady, this would abate a great deal of the pleasure; you know that every thing that is bought dear pleases best: If a Woman should at first sight surrender her Heart, you would be deprived of the most charming part of your Passion: What is easily obtained, soon loses its Vigour, and fades as fast as it grows. But come, let us talk of other more substantial matters; one cannot live upon Love, and in my mind, Love is but a slender Diet.  
No sooner had the Lady broke off this Discourse, but she ordered that a good Collation should be got ready; in the mean time, the Marshal who appeared very pensive, retired into another Room, where having fixed his Eyes upon several Pictures representing some Rural Nymphs, he diverted himself with some Pastoral Songs; which his Kinswoman having taken notice of; Come, Come, Cousin, cried she, awake out of your Amorous slumber, come taste whether my Wine be good. By my Faith Madam, answered the Marshal, I am so drunk with Love, that all other Food is insipid, every thing else is indifferent to me: Not very long ago, continued he, being at Supper with the two Marshals, de Crequi and de Navaille, and my Thoughts being taken up with a certain amorous Assignation at a place where I had been entertained some time before, with a great deal of Delight and Satisfaction; these Gentlemen finding me thus pensive, were so spiteful as to slip upon my Plate a great piece of a Candle, which I swallowed ere I was aware of it, and when this was done, you may imagine they jeered me very handsomely. What a Fool dost thou make thyself, Boufflers, said Madam Garenne, thus to put thyself into Amorous Raptures; if a complete History of thy Love-adventures were to be committed to Writing, it would undoubtedly make a very large Volume. When you have drunk this Glass of Wine, (which she presented to him,) be so Complaisant, said she to him, as to tell me who it is that at present has Captivated your Heart. And would you have me tell you sincerely my dear Kinswoman, replied the Marshal, 'tis Mademoiselle de la Fleur, who has chained me so closely, that I shall scarce be able to bear it long, except this lovely Child will take some pity on me: She appears to me the most amiable Person in the World; her pretty little Mouth, her roguish Eyes, which send forth their Rays like so many Darts every moment: Lord! I shall run Mad, if I think any longer of 'em: Come, Truce in Love for some time; Come let us drink once, continued he, Drinking a hearty draught of Wine, which was extraordinary good: Here is to your best Inclinations; here is to your charming Eyes, said he, to Mademoiselle de la Fleur, who was just coming into the Room. Come Janneton, said Madam Garenne laughing, Pledge the Marshal that same Health. Madam, replied the young Gentlewoman very modestly, I have business of greater moment than to pledge the Marshal's Health to my Inclinations, which as I am apt to believe are not agreeable to his sentiments, who admires good natured and pliable Lady's. and those too must be as sweet and tender as young Mutton. Thus I would wish it to be Mademoiselle, replied the Marshal, taking her by the Hand. Pray Sir, said Janneton very gravely, let me go, I am just now about to paint you one, which I am sure will please you. Provided she be like you, replied Monsieur de Boufflers, I am sure I shall like her.  
Mademoiselle de la Fleur being gone out of the Room, our General, who was really in Love both with her Wit and engaging Air, spoke concerning her with a great deal of earnestness to his Cousin, who gave him to understand that she was a Gentlewoman of good Quality, and that out of Respect, she had made her her Companion. Indeed she told me so, answered the Marshal, and she did not forget to mention the great Obligations she had to you: I have a great deal of Compassion for her upon that score, replied the Lady; truly I know her to be a young Woman of a good Reputation, and I hope she has Wit enough to keep it. And so do I Madam, replied the Marshal, if she will take my Word for it, I assure you I Love her as much— The Lady having soon understood the Marshal's meaning, Pray Cousin, said she, don't you go about to Debauch this young Gentlewoman, for whom I have a particular kindness; it is a strange thing that you Gentlemen cannot employ your time better, than to put Love-tricks into the young women's Heads, who of a sudden turn Fools, and are undone by it. Your Amorous Intrigues are as dangerous as your Martial Exploits: You talk of nothing when you are together, but of consuming of Hearts as well as Villages by Fire, and by your good will you would reduce every thing to Ashes: Come employ you Firelocks in another Place, than in my House which you ought to Honour and Respect. But Madam, replied the Marshal briskly, supposing this Fire you speak of should first break out in your House, may not a Man complain of ' it, or make himself satisfaction? Ay, Ay, you are never unprovided for a Repartee, replied the Lady, but let me desire you, if you will oblige me, not to talk of Love to Janneton, whenever you see her. Then the Devil take me my dear Cousin, said Monsieur de Boufflers hastily, if any thing in the World can make me do that; at that rate I must go and cut out my— I dare not name it. Oh! cried the Lady laughing, you are not half so desperate as you would make us believe. Farewell, you are only sick in Fancy, I leave you to yourself. But Madam, replied the Marshal pleasantly, and shall I not have the liberty to love Mademoiselle de la Fleur, and to tell her— No, No, not her, cried the Lady, Declare your Passion to some Body else, where it will turn to better Account: Janneton was not made for such Sparks as you. You may say what you please my dear Cousin, said the Marshal, just as he was going, but this I am sure of, I am resolved to adore her.  
No sooner was the Marshal gone, but Madam Garenne called for Janneton, who was at that time making a piece of Embroidery-work, which was the Figure of Diana, wrought with Silk and Gold; she had represented this Goddess so lively, sitting just upon the Banks of a small Current, that it was charming to behold, and one could not choose but extremely admire both the skill of the Workwoman, and the exactness of the Work. When she was come down to Madam Garanna, she began to give her a very sober Lesson concerning the Marshal de Boufflers, whom she told her, she must by no means hearken to, but fly from his presence, as that of her greatest Enemy; if you did but know my Dearest, said she, unto what danger a young Woman exposes herself, whenever she lends an Ear to the flattering Courtships of your Soldiers, it would make you stand amazed; nothing but what is terrible and frightful belongs to 'em, and a virtuous Woman must inevitably lose her Reputation, if she be conversant with 'em; if they happen to meet with any one that is so foolish as to be catched in the Snare, she will be sure to be rewarded with a certain loathsome Distemper, which is not fit to be named, and makes a great many Women undergo the Martrydom of Love. Young Women, who design to make their Fortune in the World, must not set up for light Housewives, but fly from the Company of Men, as it were so many evil Spirits; this is the ready way to advance themselves the sooner by a good Match. I remember that the first time that I saw my Husband, I had not till then spoke to any other Man; in somuch that he was more taken with my innocent Behaviour than with my Beauty and Portion, tho' both of 'em (if I may say it without Vanity) were not despiseable. I having at that time the Reputation of being one of the most beautiful Women in Paris. You have still a great share of it, replied Janneton smiling, you are still worthy of the same Character. Let us set jesting a side, replied the Lady, and let us return to Boufflers, who is one of the most dangerous Men in the World; to hear him talk of his Passion, you would imagine that the whole Universe was not able to contain it, which often comes to no more than a Visit. I don't know Madam, replied Mademoiselle de la Fleur, with a very serious Countenance, why you should give such a Lesson to me, who never knew any thing of the General, but what I heard you speak, and to whom I never spoke in my Life before, till now. Well, Well, Janneton, said Madam Garenne, that advantage is not very great on your side: For to tell you the true motive, which makes me talk thus to you; you must know that he has declared to me, that he is fallen in Love with you: Jesus Maria, replied Janneton, much surprised is it possible that he should be so Silly, as to tell you a thing of this nature, which I am apt to believe he scarce ever dreamed of? Madam if you will take my opinion in the matter, it was only to divert himself; don't you observe what delight he takes to banter the Women. He banters 'em often to some purpose, said the Lady laughing, he has by these bant'ring Tricks got many a young Soldier to defend our Frontiers. 'Tis not above two Months ago that a young Country-Damsel brought forth at one Birth two lusty Boys of his begetting which I believe lie a little hard upon him at present, because he is obliged to take care as well of the Mother, as of the Children, whom he says, he will make his Footmen, as soon as they are able to wear a Lavery-Coat. He does very well, replied Mademoiselle de la Fleur, to find out so honourable an Employment for 'em in time, Madam, I would have you be at rest as to this Point, for I assure you that I never shall love Monsieur de Boufflers.  
But Alas! how difficult a task it is for a young tender Heart to forswear Love, which by degrees Triumphs over all the World. This fair One was no sooner got-up into her Chamber again, but she began to feel some extraordinary Emotions for the Marshal, whose Idea was firmly fixed in her Mind, tho' she had spoke of him with so much indifferency to her Lady: It seemed as if the Lesson which she had received from her Mouth, had only served to raise some kind of tenderness in her Heart, of which she was not so sensible before. I Love him in spite of what resistance I can make, said Janneton, while she was ruminating upon the matter; the Idea I have conceived of him, begins to be very delectable to me; if I had not been so much Tutored about it, perhaps I should never have loved him: What strange Fatality! They describe him to me as a Man equally terrible both in Love and War, but good God notwithstanding all this, I am not able to control my growing Passion, I am sensible I should stifle that secret Voice which calls to me, Love, Love, and I should not make the least return to the Marshal's Protestations, which like Thunderclaps soon strike down to the Ground a Heart so feeble as mine.  
She was making these Reflections with herself, when Madam Garenne, who began to repent of having said so much to her upon that Subject, coming up into her Chamber, asked her, whether her Work went on a pace? Yes Madam, replied the young Gentlewoman, in a very Melancholy Tone, I do what I can to bring it forward! What is the matter with you Janneton, said the Lady, looking in her Face, you seem to be much discomposed; what is it that disturbs you? Nothing Madam, replied she, 'tis impossible for any Person always to retain an even Temper; there is none that is not out of Humour at certain times. I don't deny that my Dear, answered the Lady, but at the same time, a young Woman as you are, must not give way to Melancholy Fancies, What can be the cause of it? Janneton made no further answer, but under pretence of looking about for something that she had mislaid, she got free of her Lady, who began to be troublesome to her at that time; for the Lady imagining that her silence proceeded from being to over diligent at her Work, left her to herself in her Chamber, and went down into her own, where she spent her time in reading a Book of Devotion, which bears the Title of Moral Reflections upon the Lives of the Saints.  
But let us leave these two Lady's for a little while, and see what is become of our Marshal, who went to his Lodgings as enamoured as ever he was in Life-time: He represented to his Imagination the perfections of Mademoiselle de la Fleur, which had such an influence over his Spirits, that he did neither Sleep nor Eat, as he used to do, because he never went either to Bed or Table, without being disturbed by his amorous Disorders: He appeared always pensive, being overwhelmed with a thousand distracting Cares, which almost reduced him to the extremity of Despair, when he considered with himself all the obstacles which he was to surmount before he could have the least hopes of obtaining his aim; for Madam Garenne his Cousin had peremtorily declared that she would not allow of the least Intercourse between him and his Mistress, from whom he as yet had received but very small encouragement;— but that which afforded him most Consolation was, that he had observed in her whole deportment a natural inclination to tenderness, tho' she feigned in some of her Actions a great deal of haughtiness and cruelty. This hope (the common attendant of Love) made him ruminate a long time what means might be most expedient for the accomplishing of his Design, which was contrary to the Will of his Friend; to whom he owed infinite obligations, because it was her Husband who had lent him the Money, with which he had purchased the Royal Regiment of Dragoons, which he commanded as Colonel at that time. However, all these considerations were not strong enough to divert him from pursuing his former Intentions.  
But before he went again to his Cousin's, he took a Resolution first to go and give a Visit to his Counsellor, Monsicur Niguese, being now resolved to break quite off with his Wife, for whom he could not any longer have either Love or esteem: When he came to the Counsellor's House, he asked him for his Writings, at which the Lawyer being much surprised, told him that he scarce had time enough to peruse'em, desiring him to let him know the reason of his calling for 'em so suddenly. No other Reason Sir, replied the Marshal, but that both Parties have agreed the matter; pray let me know how much I am indebted to you for your trouble. Monsieur Niguese who was a Master at his Trade, as most of that Profession are, made him a Bill; which amounted to as much as if he had managed the whole Cause from the beginning to the end. What the Devil, said the Marshal de Boufflers, whilst he was paying the Money; Do you thus manage all your Clients Purses? I think he was in the right on't that was wont to compare you Counsellors and Solicitors to Familiar Spirits, who usually get all the Money they can, to carry it along with 'em to Hell into Lucifer's Treasury. The Lawyer perceiving an Affront to be put upon him by this Expression, told him that he could find a way to make him hold his Tongue, and taking him by one Arm, was ready to thrust him out of the doors. How now Blockhead, answered Monsieur Boufflers, I'll make you know whom you have to do withal, and no sooner had he spoke these Words, but he seconded 'em with his Sword, which he very smartly laid over the Counsellor's Head; take this for your Pains, said our General, Mr. Cuckold, take this, it may serve to polish your Horns a little, which as yet are somewhat rugged.  
Madam Niguese the Counsellor's Wife having heard a sudden noise in the Entry, came running out with all speed to see waht might be the matter: She happened just at that time to be in Company with a Friar, who as 'twas supposed, was accustomed to kiss her in Private, and being surprised at the Scuffle, had forgot to put down her Petticoats, which were still up as high as to her Knees: When she saw her Husband and Gallant thus engaged, she was so extremely amazed, that she was not able to speak one Word, but seeing the Marshal lay his Sword over her Husband's Horns without intermission, she could do nothing else but make a most lamentable outcry, which soon brought the Friar out to her assistance, but in as bad a Condition as herself: For the good Father had forgot in the fright to put up his Business in its right place, which was all exposed to the view of the Spectators; Monsieur Boufflers as angry as he was (having received some blows from the Counsellor) could not forbear laughing out aloud; How now, said he, Religious Father, if a Man may call you so, are you not ashamed to act thus above board? You pretend to teach us Chastity, and you appear in our sight just recking from your unchaste Embraces; fie! what a shameless sight is this! And pulling him by the Sleeve, at least Sir, said he, put up your Concerns. The Friar and the Lady being in the mean while recovered from their first surprise, began now to be sensible of their mistake, but being put all into confusion, they run away as fast as they could, without making the least answer. The poor Counsellor was no less surprised than the other two, because he had seen his Horns in their Natural shape, without disguise, which made him retreat as fast as he could to his Study, after he had been sound drubbed by the Marshal, who thus remaining Master of the Field of Battle, decamped immediately from thence with his Writings in his Possession.  
A few days after, being now pretty well recovered of his Passion, which he had had for the Counsellor's Wife, he intended to make a visit to Madam Garenne, to give her an account of this last Adventure, but considering with himself, that she would only laugh at him, he deferred it till a more convenient Opportunity. The next day, passing by chance by her House, about four a Clock in the Afternoon, and the Door being just open, he espied Janneton, who was conducting out one of her Acquaintance: The Marshal perceived her to blush at the sight of him, and as he was drawing nearer to accost her, she made away with all the haste she could. Boufflers, who never wants presence of Mind, upon such an occasion as this, followed her close, and why, said he, Mademoiselle do you shun me, what is it that is so frightful about me? Yes Sir, replied Janneton not with out some disturbance, I dread you in a most terrible manner, and that too not without a great many weighty Reasons; but for Heaven's sake don't force me to declare 'em to you; if your Kinswoman should happen to see us together, she would not think very well of it. I am not ignorant of that matter, my dear Child, replied the Marshal, but for God's sake stay but one Moment: Never any Mortal suffered so much as I have done, neither Loved to that degree as I do. All those pathetical Expressions commonly used by Lovers to make their Mistresses sensible of the Vehemency of their Passion, fall far short of what I can say of mine. You have robbed me of my Liberty my fair Angel, and I must be the most unfortunate of all Men living, except you take compassion of my Sufferings.  
He could not utter these last Words without shedding some Tears, which wrought no ill effect upon the the fair One, that was the occasion of 'em, and who answered in Terms so obliging, and with so charming an Air, to what he had said to her, that the Marshal was no longer Master of himself, but resolved to prosecute his Design in spite of his Kinswoman's endeavours to the contrary, But Janneton who considered that if this Lady should return sooner from Visiting than she expected, she would be chid severely, and be in danger of utterly losing her Favour, begged with all the Civility imaginable, her Lover to leave her for that time which he did, not thinking it reasonable to disoblige her, who run so much hazard for his sake. Among the rest of the Servants of the House, there was an old Maid, whose name was Toinette, she was the Governess of the Kitchen, and having observed our two Lovers prattling together, she advertised Madam Garenne of it as soon as she came Home, who being transported with Anger, chid Janneton most severely, which she would have endured patiently enough if this Lady had not seconded her Words with such a sound Box on the Ear, that she tumbled down upon one side; calling her at the same time wanton Slut, an impudent and dissembling Wretch, etc. You will e'er long find the effects of his Courtship, said she, if you are Fool enough to hearken to 'em: He is the most fickle Man in the World; he never loves above one Moment; he has as many Mistresses as he has Shirts to his Back, and he changes 'em twice or thrice a Week. Is this your modesty? Is this your Conduct, which made you to be so much respected among People of virtuous Principles?  
Mademoiselle de la Fleur who could not well digest the box o'th' Ear, did not return one Word, but pretending that she would go up into her Chamber, she privately packed up all her Goods and Chattels, and passed immediately through the Garden; from whence she got out at a Backdoor, which opened directly into the same Street where the Marshal lodged, who saw her come forth as he was looking out of the Window. He was never more surprised in his Life time, than when he perceived her Eyes all Red and Swelled with Tears. What can be the matter Mademoiselle, said he, coming towards her; dare I be so bold as to ask you, what makes you weep thus? Alas! Sir Said she, I am undone. The Marshal, who was just by his Lodgings, made her a sign to follow him, not thinking it a proper place there, to talk of matters of Moment. It is not very Convenient, replied she with a blush, to go with you into your Lodgings, but what matter is it, I am desperate and care not what becomes of me? That is all but a Jest, answered the Marshal, taking her by the Hand, I will tell my Land-Lady you are my Sister, which he did, and the good Woman believed it for a considerable time. Our fair one being gone up with the Marshal into his Chamber, burst out all in Tears, giving him an account of what had passed between the Lady and her: To give a box on the Ear to a Gentlewoman of my Quality, said she, and that too, for no other reason but because I had discoursed with a Gentleman of Honour, certainly is the most unbecoming Action that ever could be done by a sensible Woman. I am quite out of all Patience, replied Boufflers, if I were to follow my Inclination, I should go and stick that old Witch, who informed her of it to the Wall; she often passes by here, and I'll have her Bastonadoed by one of my Servants, she shall have the Strappado till the Blood follows. Have a care of that, replied Janneton, for that would be the way to undo me without Redress. And what my Dearest, said the Marshal embracing her, would you not have me revenge your Quarrel, I assure you that I shall always be ready to hazard my Life for your sake. 'Tis I who am the cause of these extravagancies which my Cousin has committed against you, and I ask your Pardon a thousand times upon that account.  
These his amorous Protestations were accompanied with such Passionate Transports, and intermingled with so many sweet Kisses, which he stole from his fair Angel, that six or seven Hours passed thus away no otherwise than if it had been one Moment; in the mean while Night began to approach, and Mademoiselle de la Fleur reflecting upon the matter, how unbecoming it was for a modest Gentlewoman to be thus late in an Officer's Chamber, who was one of the greatest Gallants about the Town, and ruminating how she should best dispose of herself; because her Lover had not in the least taken notice of it, she was not a little surprised to see the Land-Lady come in, who immediately told her that if she pleased there was a Chamber ready for her in the House, not far from the Marshal's, which he had caused to be furnished very handsomely for her use. You need say no more Mrs. Borgne, said the Marshal, my Sister whom I have not seen a great while, will stay here for some time; Pray let Supper be got ready. The Land-Lady went down to look after Supper, leaving the Brother and Sister at their own Liberty, who did not live long together in the same condition; as you'll find by the sequel of the Story: Supper being ready, Monsieur Boufflers ordered it to be brought up into his Chamber, because he intended to Sup in private, and poor Janneton sat there like a Carthusian Friar, that is to say, without speaking one Word, being shy of the Marshal's Servants who waited at Table, and looked upon her as a chance-Lady, the Marshal observed it as well as she, but there was no Remedy for it.  
Having Supped and dismissed the Servants, he conducted her into the Chamber which was prepared for her, where she stayed a good part of the Night, which was spent at the Feet of his Mistress, and in reiterated assurances of the sincerity of his Passion. 'Tis easy to be imagined, what sort of Language two Persons, that loved one another did make use of, at a time when all the World was at rest. Janneton being now somewhat wearied with the Caresses received from her Lover, was willing to go to sleep, notwithstanding the continual entreaties of the Marshal, who has since protested to me, with all the sincerity imaginable, that he never met with any young Lady so Lovely, so Modest, and so worthy of his Heart as she was: Having at her desire quitted her Room, he went likewise to his own Chamber, to take some rest after his Love-toils, which by this time had caused him to endure no small Fatigues.  
Let us leave these two Lovers for a little while, to enjoy their Rest, whilst we go and observe how Madam Garenne takes the Elopement of her Companion: This Lady having missed her, caused Candles to be lighted immediately, and ordered the House to be searched from top to bottom. What is become of this Impudent Baggage, would she cry, being sometimes in the Garret, and anon in the Cellar, after she had looked long enough for her in all the Chambers of the House; I hope, said she, she has thrown herself into the River or some Pond, what an unfortunate Woman was I, when I took upon me the charge of this wanton Slut, who has played me a trick that I did not in the least dream of? What can become of her? If the Marshal de Boufflers should get the least scent of this mischance, he will quickly be with her. I believe Madam, said Toinette, that that is not to be done now, for I am almost sure that she is with him already: If you had been an Eye-Witness of those Caresses which he so Liberally bestowed upon her, you would not question it any more than I do. Alas! a perfidious Man as he is, replied the Lady, he loves all handsome Women; but God is my Witness, that it is seldom for above two or three Weeks, to obtain his aim, and then he wishes 'em in another part of the World. Don't let us talk any more of the Passion of a Man whose inclinations are so fickle and inconstant; 'tis impossible that he can have any real Friendship for any one living; I am convinced of it by the treatment I have received from him: After my Husband has done for him what he has, he was so much indebted to me; that he ought to have Sacrificed every thing in acknowledgement of such a Friendship, instead of which, he causes me these Vexations.  
But pray, said she, tell me, in what manner did he caress her, who never understood any thing of these matters, having scarce ever seen a Man in private since she was a Child, when her Father gave her into my Charge? Sure Madam you are not in earnest, answered the old Maid laughing, these things are natural to us, they are learned without much exercise. But pray tell me, said Madam Garenne, what did he do to her? What should he do to her Madam? replied Toinette, he kissed sometimes her Hands, and sometimes her Lips; he lay down at her Feet just like a Fool; he embraced her, calling her at the same time his Deity, his Angel, and a thousand such like extravagancies. Oh! that idle Baggage! said the Lady, she will like this sport mightily for some time, till she be put out of taste with it. Madam Garenne would have continued her discourse, if her Domestic Affairs had not called for her presence another way, where we will leave her, and return to our two Lovers.  
The Marshal de Boufflers now in full possession of his Mistress, was not waning to give her every day new Proofs of his Love; assuring her that it should always be inviolable, which promise; he made a shift to keep for some time, being very generous to her in all respects: But as all things are subject to change, so it happened here; for our General being ordered to march into the Field, he was soon forced to quit his Mistress; There it was that he provided a Husband for her, having found out a certain Gentleman of his Acquaintance, who was willing to wear that Coat of Arms, which the Marshal had prepared for him, provided he would encourage him with his Favour.  
Madam de la Garenne his Kinswoman, who not having had the opportunity to speak to him before his departure, and therefore had writ several smart Letters to him, was overjoyed at this Match, but poor Janneton, as I am to believe, was of a quite contrary Opinion, who now was to be made sensible that the Promises of Lovers are as wavering as the Billows of the Sea. It is to be known that the Marshal in the height of his Passion, had promised to marry her, and to confirm it the more, had signed this Engagement with his own Blood: I have also been credibly informed that when he was upon concluding the intended March in the Camp, he road Post from thence to Paris, where having found out his Mistress at her Lodgings, my Dearest, said he, let me see the Contract which I signed, I am come on purpose to alter some particulars in it, which are not done as they ought to have been; He had no sooner spoke these Words and having received the Paper from her Hands, who took him upon his Honour, but he tore it in a thousand pieces; Mademoiselle de la Fleur being horribly surprised at these Proceedings, asked him all overwhelmed with Grief and Tears, what was the reason of his so doing? Only for that reason which I told you before, my Dearest, said he, giving her a Kiss; and finding her to take the matter so much to Heart, the better to cover his design, he put the point of his naked Sword to his Breast, feigning a Resolution to kill himself, tho' he had not the least thought of it: The poor silly Gentlewoman, who doted upon him, snatched his Sword from him, declaring that she would rely upon his Word, which soon after was transmuted into that Marriage we spoke of before.  
Some Years after, which was A. D. 1683. His most Christian Majesty upon some Complaints received of several Hostilities committed by the Spaniards against his Subjects, ordered the Marshal de Humieres to besiege Courtray, where also were present the Princes de Conti and De la Roche sur yond, the Count de Vermandois Admiral of France, and several other Persons of Quality: I have not been able to learn whether the Marshal de Boufflers at his return into the Dominions of his most Catholic Majesty, was for making another Conquest among the Spanish Lady's, who are only charming to the Eye. We will let this Year pass by in silence, and proceed to the next, when the Spaniards by several Acts of Hostility forced the French to a total rupture with Spain: But Monsieur de Boufflers soon made 'em sensible of their Error by ravaging through all the Villages between the Fort of St. Margreat and the City of Mons, where having espied a certain Gentlewoman, the Widow of a Dutch Officer, who had been killed in a late Engagement; she alone was able to move him with Compassion.  
This Lady was wont to go every Morning and Evening to visit the Place where her Husband was buried, which she bedewed very frequently with her Tears. The Marshal, who had taken some liking to her before, going one Morning the Rounds according to his usual Custom every Day, found her at her Husband's Grave, at three a Clock in the Morning, and asked her whether she had seen that Ghost she looked for. Alas! no Sir, said she, my dearly Beloved has not as yet appeared to me, but I very impatiently desire to see him. Sure Madam, replied the General, you cannot be so simple as to expect the Dead to come back into this World; and tho' it be the general Opinion, for my part I cannot believe it: Wherefore young Lady, I would not have you thus bestow your time in running after a shadow, which has nothing Solid in it: I would have you look after the Living; you ought much rather to consider of one who may be able to comfort you for your loss. The Lady not disliking the Marshal's Proposal, began to hearken to his discourse, and Sir, said she very briskly, do you know one that is willing to supply the Vacant place? Yes, said Monsieur Boufflers, (who meant otherwise than she) I know a certain Cavalier, who perhaps may give you more satisfaction than he, whose loss you so much bewail.  
Madam Backenbroodt, (this was the Name of the Lady) having soon understood the Marshal's meaning gave him no answer, at all, either out out of Modesty or Fear, the latter being a common infirmity among Women of that Country. Boufflers, who at first sight judged very right of her natural disposition, did in very obliging Terms ask her where she Lodged, which she told him. The Marshal who is never backward in paying his visits to Lady's for whom he has some kindness, went to see her, and represented to her his Passion so sincerely, that she received his Addresses without much reluctancy, believing that she had now got another Husband; but poor Creature she was not well enough acquainted with the French Fashion. They continued their amorous Commerce thus for some time, till one Evening, when the Marshal being in a very good Humour, after having drunk plentifully with some of the Generals in their Tents, was resolved to have some relish as well of the sweets of Venus, as he had had of those of Bacchus.  
In order to prosecute his Design, he went to visit Madam Backenbroodt, who received him very Courteously, and after some little time spent in amorous Protestations and passionate Expressions, he at last begged of her the utmost Favour. The Gentlewoman (according to the practice of a great many Women of that Country, who think they have made a fair step towards Marriage, if they refuse not to bestow every thing upon their Lovers) made no great resistance, but upon that Condition, granted him all what he desired This was enough to put our General out of Conceit with his Amour, he not being in the humour to Marry at that time But to come to the Conclusion of the matter, he found no great satisfaction in the enjoyment of this Stranger; for tho' after he had done this gallant Exploit, he continued to pay her some few visits out of Complaisance and in acknowledgement of the favour received, yet they did not turn to that account which the Lady did propose to herself: she would sometimes upbraid him with his indifferency, but he excused himself as well as he could, laying all the fault upon his Military Employments, which as he said, took up so much of his time that he had not leisure to see his Friends. No other Lady besides her, would have been so easily satisfied with these Reasons, but as good luck would have it for her, she had been engaged with a Person who seldom leaves any Proofs of his Love behind him, so that in consideration of that, she had the more reason to comfort herself for the loss.  
Monsieur de Boufflers went soon after to be present at the Siege of Luxemberg, which was undertaken in the same Year; the Marshal de Crequi who commanded that Army in chief, having invested it in the Month of April, A. D. 1684. Here the Marshal again signalised himself by his Valour, as well as the Counts du Plessis and St. Geron, as did also a great many other brave Captains, who gave very remarkable Proofs of their undaunted Courage, nevertheless a great number of excellent Officers were lost during that Siege; among whom was the Marquis de Humieres, Colonel of a Regiment of Foot, only Son to the Marshal de Humieres, who was killed at the very beginning, in a Sally made by the Besieged. The Marshal de Boufflers was so grieved at the Death of his Friend, whom he always loved extremely, that he scarce could enjoy himself all the remainder of that Year. He would needs put himself in Mourning Apparel, which proved a means to insinuate himself into the Favour of his deceased Friend's Father, who was in great esteem at Court.  
Winter drawing near, some of the Officers repaired to their respective Garrisons, the rest to Paris or some other Prices. I cannot say any thing here to our Marshal's amorous Adventures, for some time after, because I know that he then made a resolution to take some rest, and instead of pursuing the sports of Venus, to apply himself entirely to the Art of War, and the study of some other Sciences, for two or three Years; during which time, he became such a Proficient in every one of 'em, that he attained to the highest perfections, surpassing even his Masters, especially in the Mathematics, to which his Genius was naturally inclined. The King having made him soon after, a Knight of the Order of the Holy-Ghost, he was all of a sudden inspired with so much Devotion, that he went every day to Mass, and to hear Sermons, of which he never missed one. He was wont also frequently at that time, to pay his visits to the Jesuits in the Professed House of Paris, who by that means became his particular Friends, and they prevailed with him to make a Vow to St. Amable, who is in great esteem in the City of Rion in Auvergne, both for his antiquity, and the great number of miracles which he is said to have wrought. This Saint is to be seen in the great Church of that City, and it is reported of him, that if any one does but touch, (with a true faith) a certain great Tooth which he has, it secures him from ever dying of his Wounds received in the Wars, or otherwise, as well as from any others, got by the biting of mad Dogs or Venomous Beast.  
The Reader may easily judge from thence, that the Marshal had raised his mind to the highest pitch of Devotion, and some began to be of Opinion, that he was in a fair way of turning an absolute Bigot, if Love, which is not a fit Companion for such sort of People, and which had always the chief Ascendant over his Heart, had not quickly made him change his Inclination, and obliged him to reassume his former Liberty. Let us now see him go to the Battle of Fleurus, which happened in the Year 1690 in the Month of June, under the Command of the Duke of Luxemburg, who. was then General over the King's Forces in Flanders. No sooner were the Enemies beaten out of the Field, but Monsieur Boufflers, who had had an ample share in the Victory, took his rest in the Arms of a new Mistress, who possessed all his thoughts for some time. This was one Mrs. Montberg the Daughter of a certain Flemish Officer, who had been killed in the same Battle. It must be said to her advantage, that never was seen a more beautiful Woman of a brown Complexion in the World, and who had a more graceful haughtiness in her whole Behaviour than she; and it was not without a great deal of trouble that the Marshal could find an opportunity to address his Courtship to her. The loss of her Father, who was one of the best Officers the Allies had in the whole Army, had afflicted her to that degree that she refused to admit of any Consolation, having by his Death been bereaved of all, what she could call her own, as having no other Subsistance but what depended absolutely upon her Father's Fortune.  
Monsieur de Boufflers having been informed concerning her present Condition by one of her Acquaintance, according to his generous inclination, which extended itself more particularly towards the fair Sex, offered her his Purse. It was not without great reluctancy that she accepted the offer of a Man, whom she suspected did not make his Presents for nothing; and the truth is, why should any Man, show so much kindness toward a Woman, unless with a prospect of receiving some favours? They ought not to take the Liberality of their Gallants in any other sense, because they very often pay dearly for 'em. Our Marshal has often found it so, by his own experience, and to his Cost. But let us return to Mrs. Montberg, who by her passionate and Engaging Air had so Captivated the Heart of our General, that he has protested to me since, that he never was so much in Love in all his Life-time before; she appeared to him so full of charms and sweetness in her whole Deportment; besides her Beauty, which tho' it was always extraordinary, yet appeared at certain times with such a lustre, that it quite dazzled his Reason; so that in a little time he turned stark Fool, and her perfect Idolater, as he one day, when he lay at her Feet, was pleased to tell her himself.  
You than Love me indeed, my dear Boufflers, said she very pleasantly. Yes my incomparable, replied the Marshal embracing her, but I intent to discount with your Heart for all the sufferings it makes me endure. You have Complaisance enough to make me a return of some small Favours, but you will not grant me— What is it you would have me grant you, my dearly Beloved, answered the young Lady laughing, and interrupting his discourse, If I had in my gift the most eminent Offices in the State, or any thing else that is worth your acceptance; nay, if it lay in my power, continued she with a charming Air, to put a Crown upon your Head, I protest to you, that you should not stay for it till to morrow. The weight of that Madam, replied the Marshal modestly, would be too heavy and troublesome for me. It is in your power to make me, a Present no less precious than that: That agreeable Throne environed with Purple, the sweetest seat of Love, added he all transported with Passion, is that to which my Ambition leads me. This is that Sovereignty which is in your possession, and which if you will put into my Hands, I'll make you my Queen, and all my desires shall centre in you: My Sceptre shall only be touched by your fair Hands, and you alone shall have the whole sway and management of all the Affairs of State.  
Mrs. Montberg could not forbear laughing out as loud as she could, at the ingenious interpretation which her Lover had made of her Words, to whom she answered with a smile; Sir it is a Talon peculiar only to the French Gentle men to express themselves in so extraordinary a manner; other Nations cannot pretend to that subtlety of Wit. And pray Madam, replied the Marshal with a great deal of feigned sincerity, what great Subtlety can there be in Expressing things naturally as they are. Is there any thing more common among Men than to endeavour to be happy? And as it is in your power my Divine Creature, to make me the most Fortunate of all Mortals; I come here to embrace your Feet, and to pray you not to delay any longer my Happiness. There is another Thought, replied the young Lady, no less witty and pleasant than the former, I could wish myself now a larger share of Wit than I have, that I might have the satisfaction of giving you a suitable return to these excellent Expressions. Madam, answered the Marshal, you'll certainly make me a suitable return, when you shall vouchsafe to grant my Request. And what is it then Sir, replied the Lady abruptly, that you desire, for that I see, you are not very easily satisfied. Yes my lovely Creature, pretty easily, said the Marshal kissing her fair Hands, you are not ignorant what it is that will content me. I don't know, replied Mrs. Montberg with a blush all over her Cheeks, you Cavaliers have a very nice taste and— here she stopped, which made her Lover press her very earnestly to proceed in her Discourse, and to let him know his doom, how long he was to live in this languishing Condition, before she would let him enjoy those transcendent Delights which he so earnestly longed for.  
The Lady having for a considerable time in most obliging Terms oppossed his amorous insinuations, was at last constrained to tell him in a languishing tone, that as soon as that piece of Work, which she showed him, was completed she would do what she could do to make him less unfortunate. Then make haste my Dearest, cried the Marshal squeezing her closely between his Arms, give me one half of it to finish. The young Lady taking him at his word, gave him the hinder part of a Cornet of Point la Rhine which she had begun to work upon, No, No, answered the General smiling, and feigning as if he were about to throw it away I must have the fore part, there I can work to some purpose. Well, well, Sir, replied she as pleasantly, you shall have it, when I have gone on a little further with it, than you shall have it to finish. Madam, replied Boufflers, I believe I shall do more work there with my Needle in one moment, than all your Work-women can in a very considerable space of time: I am very expeditions in all my business, but especially in the service of the fair Sex. Well, well, Sir, since you are such a nimble Work man, replied the young Lady, giving him a Needle and Thread, and all the other Implements belonging to the Work, take notice that you are to have nothing for your pains before it be quite finished; and likewise that you are to have no pay till mine be brought to perfection as well as yours: Thus having kept the hinder part of the Cornet to work upon herself, she gave the fore part to the General according to his desire, which he got finished in eight days.  
But the Lady, who was resolved to let him languish for some time longer, was so malicious as to unrip at night (as formerly Penelope did) what she had done by Day; so that when our Marshal thought himself almost sure of his pay, according to her promise, he was as far off as ever. O Cruel Destiny! O unaccountable Fatality! cried he one day prostrating himself at her Feet; Alas! when I think that I am arrived at the very Goal of Felicity, I find myself at the greatest distance from it. He had scarce uttered these words but a paleness overspreading his Face, he fell into a Swoon. Mrs. Montberg being startled at the suddenness of the thing threw cold Water in his Face, which proving frutless, she rubbed his Hands and Temples with the Queen of Sweden's Balsam, which is accounted most powerful against such Love-Fits. But neither was all this efficacious enough to cure him of his Distemper, he wanted another sort of Remedy to be applied to him, which Lovers term in their Language, the extreme Unction of Love, or the charming Viaticum, which makes 'em die the most pleasant Death that can be.  
Our fair Lady, who did not know which way to turn herself, having no body to assist her, at last resolved to unbutton his Coat and Waistcoat, and to lay her Hand upon his Stomach, which felt somewhat cold; and having backed her tender Caresses with a dozen or more hearty and sweet Kisses, these had the wished for effect, having soon awakened our General out of his Love-trance, so that now he began to open his Eyes, which were half shut before. Then you are returned from the other World, cried his Mistress, looking in his Face, if you were sensible how you have frighted me, you would have prevented your Swooning thus: I did verily believe that you were gone to the Elysian Fields, but I now perceive your Hour was not yet come. Alas! my fair Angel, replied the Marshal with a very deep sigh, I am just ready to expire at your Feet, except you take pity of me. While he was speaking these last Words, he drew out a Knife all Bloody, which he had put in his Pocket on purpose, feigning that he was about to thrust it into his Heart. The Lady having snatched the Knife out of his Hands, and perceiving it all Bloody, was so extremely terrified at the sight of it, that she actually fell into a Swoon, out of which she did not recover till some considerable time after; she turned as pale as Death, not having the least sense left her, so that the Marshal, who was only in jest, had now made work enough for himself in good earnest. Having first tried all possible means to recover her, which proved ineffectual, he was forced to call for assistance, and while they were coming, he did not let slip the opportunity of taking more freedom than her haughty temper would have let him so much as sue for, at another time.  
The Lady having been obliged to keep her Bed for some time, by reason of the weakness it caused in her, enquired after her Gallant, who being come, she entertained him with the most tender Expressions in the World: He who had now the Opportunity to rove about his Mistress' Bosom, to play with her two lovely plump Bubbies, and whiter than the very Snow, and to advance even as far as to the little Mount of Venus, where Love keeps its Throne, did answer to her obliging Expressions in so Passionate a manner; that should any one have been an Eye-witness to 'em, they would have believed him bewitched or turned Fool; and this was as I take it, the occasion of a rumour then spread all about Paris, that the Marshal de Boufflers, after the Battle of Fleurus, was so desperately fallen in Love with a certain young Lady in Brabant, that he was quite Distracted; 'Tis probable that the General in one of his amorous Transports, had been the Occasion of having this jest put upon him, it being then the common discourse of the Town.  
But to return to our charming young Lady, who being now recovered pretty well from her illness, did receive every day more evident Proofs of the Marshal's Love. One Afternoon having been obliged to leave her sooner than ordinary, because he was to assist at a Council of War, he was so distracted in his Mind, that when the Duke of Luxemburg asked his Advice concerning the business in hand; he answered him as if he had not been in his right Wits, at which the Duke having laughed heartily, Sir, said he, sure your Thoughts are so taken up with some Amorous Intrigue, that it disturbs your Brains. By my Faith Sir, replied the Marshal de Boufflers, being much ashamed that they had discovered his Distraction, and taking the Duke by the Hand, you speak truth, I am in Love with the most amiable Person in the World, who has robbed me of my Liberty. And who for God's sake, replied the Duke of Luxemburg, is this fair Lady, smiling. It is,— It is— It is— said Monsieur de Boufflers jesting, it is one Mistress Pretty Mount, some Spies coming into the Tent at the same time, broke off their further discourse.  
The next day, the Marshal de Luxemburg, and some other Officers came to give him a Visit in his Tent, where they began to jeer him about his new Mistress, whose true Name he was unwilling to declare to 'em. But Monsieur de Luxemburg told 'em, Let me alone Gentlemen, I'll engage that to Morrow you shall see that Beauty, whose Name you are so desirous to know. And he was as good as his word, for I know not by what sort of Magic, Mrs. Montberg appeared there, ask for the Marshal de Boufflers. The dress she was in that day, made no small addition to the lustre of her Beauty, so that all the Generals were as much dazzled at the sight of her, as if she had been an Angel. This poor young Lady being incited by something she knew not what, to go and seek after her Gallant; at the sight of the Company, blushed for shame; which having raised her Colour to its utmost perfection, it was so great an addition to her natural Complexion, that they were all strangely surprised at it. The Marshal de Boufflers being not insensible of the Confusion she was in, and much vexed that she should have committed such a fault, told her, as he was Conducting her home; What was it my Dearest, that could induce you to come and inquire for me in this crowed? They are a Company of unlucky Birds, that always make it their business to banter me, about those little Favours you are pleased to bestow upon me.  
For GOD'S sake Sir, replied Mrs. Montberg, being vexed to the very Soul, talk no more of this fatal moment. Some unknown evil Spirit did hurrye me on; I fansyed that some Ghost or another did drive me to the place where you were, and I cannot devise what should be the Original cause of this Enchantment; I may very well call it so, for I am sure I was forced to act contrary to my own Inclination. Good God said she, shedding some Tears, that I should go after a Man, and especially in that place where you were. Certainly I could never be guilty of such indiscretion if I might gain the World by the Bargain, and tho' I love you very affectionately, yet my Passion could never have made me commit so irreparable, a fault. Now I think on't, there was the Duke of Luxemburg in your Company, who has the name of being the greatest Sorcerer in the World, should it not perhaps be that old Necromancer, who has played you this Game, on purpose to divert his Friends. Boufflers having ruminated for some time upon what his Mistress had said, and being convinced that she had hit the Nail upon the Head, the Duke being taken for such a one, throughout the whole Army; did not think it convenient to put her any further into a fright; on the contrary, he endeavoured to resettle her Mind, which was quite discomposed by this unlucky Accident.  
I am apt to believe my Child, continued the Marshal Caressing her, what you did was only out of an ardent desire to see me. No indeed my Dear, replied she smiling, I told you before, that my Passion should never be capable of carrying me so much out of the way of my Duty. If you are an Admirer of Secrecy in Love-concerns, so am I in no less a degree. What in the name of God, will these Gentlemen be apt to say about my enquiring after you with so much earnestness? Let 'em say what they please, replied Boufflers much vexed, one thing is, they don't know you. But for that reason I would not have you do so again another time. Oh! great God cried the young Lady much disturbed, I wish rather that I may die the most cruel Death that can be invented, than to commit a second time such an horrible Fault; for God's sake, don't tell me any more of this fatal Accident, or I must leave you.  
The Marshal perceiving the great disturbance his Mistress was in, changed his discourse into a Thousand amorous Protestations, and having again assured her of the Vehemency of his Passion, he left her and returned to his Company. O brave Boufflers, said they laughing, thou art the happiest Man living, to enjoy so charming an object as this. I never saw, added Luxemburg, so Beautiful and engaging a Creature in my Life-time, and who deserves better to be adored by Men. The Marshal de Boufflers made no answer to what they said, on the contrary, he appeared very Pensive and Melancholy; his Thoughts being wholly taken up with this spiteful trick of that old Devil the Duke of Luxemburg, unto whom he had hitherto bid defiance with all his Works. This General was so overjoyed at the Victory obtained in the Plains of Fleurus, against the Prince of Waldeck, General of the Confederate Army, who had been forced to quit the Field of Battle; that he played a great many of these tricks, which were surprising to all that saw 'em; but they not having any relation to our present Subject, I will pass 'em by in silence: I shall only mention this by the by, that he was so confident of his ARt, that he attempted to restore to Life some of the chief Officers, who were Slain in the Battle, and among the rest the Marquis de Verderonne, whom he loved as dearly as his own Soul; but all his Magic was not powerful enough to reach so far, Almighty God having reserved to himself that power of raising the Dead.  
But it is time to return to our Marshal, who being extremely afraid lest the old Duke should play him some other Game about his Mistress, was fain to carry matters very swimmingly with him; which the Duke having taken notice of, told him one Day, That he was sensible that he stood in awe of him, but that he needed fear nothing farther; for he was ready to give him his parole of Honour, that he would never be an Obstacle to his Amours, or engage in any thing else, which he thought might be troublesome to him. The Marshal de Boufflers being very well satisfied with these assurances received from the Duke, afterward paid his Visits to his Mistress, without any disturbance, in the same manner as he had done before.  
But as all Human Affairs are Subject to perpetual change, so things did not remain between these two Lovers long in the same Station. Winter began to approach and Bou. could no more than the rest of the Generals, avoid going to Paris; being therefore obliged to part from his dearly Beloved Mrs. Montberg, he took his leave of her with the greatest marks of grief imagnable; he would fain have persuaded her to have passed five or six months away in Paris, but she would by no means consent to it, pretending that she was obliged to visit that Winter, an Aunt of hers at Brussels, who was very desirous to see her. Our Lover was so sensibly afflicted at his approaching Separation, from a Person whom he loved with so much Passion, that he fell Sick; but being by the care and assiudous Visits of his belov'd Mistress, soon restored to Health, he could not think of parting so soon; it being a common Principle among Lovers, who Passionately Love one another, not to be able to endure a long Separation: But alas! within a few Weeks after, this young Lady, who had given such extraordinary Proofs of her Love to our General, fell Sick of a violent Fever, of which she died not long after. Never did any Man show so much concern for a Mistress, as the Marshal de Boufflers: He did not stir from her one moment, and tho' her Distemper was not without some infection, nevertheless, as if he had been chained to her Bedside, he was continually giving her what Comfort he could, and taking care that she took every thing exactly, according to the prescription of two or three Physicians, who came to Visit her every day: Finding her at last, passed all hopes of recovery, he had so much influence over her, that he prevailed with her so far as to renounce the Protestant Religion, and to embrace the Roman Catholic; when she was just ready to expire in his Arms, recommending her Body to his disposal after Death. But the Marshal, who was unwilling to take upon himself a charge of that Nature, gave orders to the Ghostly Fathers who attended upon her, to take care that her Funeral Rites should be decently Solemnised as soon as her Friends could be present. In the meanwhile, not being able to see the Interment of a Person whom he had so dearly loved: He set forward on his Journey the very next Morning early: The only thing he asked for, before his departure, from a Jacobine Father, whom he had entrusted with all her Movables, was a little Picture of here's, enamell'd very finely, which he did not part with, for a long time after.  
Upon his arrival at Paris, every one was for putting hard upon the Marshal, with respect to his late Gallant Adventures, but he not being of a humour to be much disturbed at a Jest, was forced to join issue with 'em in their Raillery; so that finding him insensible as to that point, they quickly grew weary of the Sport. He wore for some time, a second Mourning Suit, very neatly trimmed in remembrance of his Mistress, which purchased him the Favour of all the fine Lady's at Court, who were extreme'y well satisfied to see him show so much esteem to the Memory of one of their Sex. For a considerable time after, if Madam de Maintenon, and Madam de Guise did but mention her, he would sigh and burst out into Tears like a Child; so that 'twas not without great persuasions that at last they made him stop the Current of his Tears. The Winter passed thus without any further disturbance on the Marshal's side, his Heart still keeping the impression of his late belov'd Mistress, as something precious, and not to be razed out in so small a space of time: For tho' there were several Lady's of Quality in Paris, who endeavoured to make him wear their Chains, yet he so vigorously opposed their Designs, that he gained the Victory over those, who would willingly have conquered him, to make him their humble Adorer.  
At the beginning of the next Spring, his most Christian Majesty having given Orders to his Generals for the besieging of Mons; the Capital City of the Province of Hainault: And being to go thither in Person, most of the Nobility at Court were to follow him: The Marshals and Dukes de Duras, de la Fevillade, de Luxemburg; the Princes de Soubise, and de Conti; the Dukes de Vendome and de Bourbon, the Marquesses de Joyeeuse, de Villars, and the Boufflers opened the Campaign before the season the Year, was scarce fit for Travelling; the most Lady's of note would not stay behind, but followed the Court. Then it was, that the Marshal de Boufflers was enamoured with the Countess de— I hope the Reader will excuse me for not mentioning her name, for very weighty Reasons: This Lady having showed so much assiduity in her Love engagements with the Marshal, that sometimes they scarce gave themselves leisure to eat or to drink. In the mean time Monsieur de Buofflers, whom nothing ever was able to withdraw from his Prince's service, was obliged to go where Honour called him; he shunned neither Dangers nor Fatigues, to signalise himself upon all occasions, where Glory was to be purchased at the expense of his Blood. It was in one of those Engagements which was fought with a great deal of obstinacy on both sides, that he was Wounded with a Musquet-Ball in his Thigh, as well as the Duke de Montfort, who having secretly given notice of it to the Countess his Cousin, she took it so to Heart, that it seemed as if she would not have lived one Moment longer: But being a little recovered from her first surprise, she was for revenging (with Sword in Hand) her Gallant's Quarrel; and as she was as dextrous at handling a Pistol and Sword, as one of the best Officers; she disguised herself in the Habit of an Officer, to come and visit the Marshal in his Tent: She was there three or four Days, before he had the least Suspicion of it, imagining that it was some young Officer, who upon this Occasion, was willing to purchase his Favour by his Services  
One Day, our General's Wound being in pretty good Condition, he took a resolution to write two or three Lines to his new Mistress, whom he supposed to be at her own Lodgings near Mons, with the rest of the Lady's of her Acquaintance: When he had writ the Billet doux, he cast his Eyes upon that young Officer, who had been so ready about him, to carry it to this fair Lady: While he was writing, he could not forbear to look upon him from time to time, speaking with himself: Can any thing be more like my Countess than this young Gentleman? He has the same charming Eyes, the same Features, and the very same Beautiful Complexion. Having made these Reflections to himself, he asked him, whether he knew Madam de—. Yes, replied the Countess, who was so well disguised as not to be known by any one. I know her as well as myself, and I can assure you in her behalf, that she Loves you as well as her own Life. This Answer savouring of so much Familiarity, somewhat startled our General, who told him, whom he took to be a Man, and pray Sir, who could tell you this, has she made you her Confident? She has not told me in so plain Terms as I speak Sir, replied the Countess, but I might easily perceive by the trouble which your wound occasioned in her Mind, that she was as deeply Wounded as yourself; and tho' her wound appears to be but slight outwardly, her Heart is nevertheless most sensibly touched by a more dangerous Weapon, and—. Here the Marshal interrupting the young Officer, (according to outward appearance) since you know, said he, the Countess so well, pray deliver to her this Letter, which I give you; and tell her from me, that I most impatiently desire to see her.  
The Lady, who admired her own dexterity in Personating herself so well as she did; took the Letter with a great of Respect, to carry it to his Mistress. But she was not gone far from the place, where she had left the Marshal de Boufflers, e'er she retired into an adjacent Wood, where having unfolded the Mystery of Love, with which she was entrusted; she read these following Words:  
Dear Countess,  
IF the rigour of my Destiny keeps me one day longer from your sight, I must resolve to embrace death, but a death a thousand times more cruel to me, than that which my Wounds could have procured to me Heaven has against my will restored me a Life, that I might love you more now than ever before: But alas! how can I be sure whether you Heart continues still the same as to me? It's possible it has changed its inclinations, and perhaps some fortunate Rival possesses— But oh! I dare not enlarge farther upon that Subject, lest the very thoughts of it should Kill me in an instant; I will rather flatter myself with some sweet hopes, which may prolong my Life at least for some time. Don't therefore put me out of your Remembrance, my most incomparable Queen; consider with yourself, that you have Captivated a Heart which adores and loves you, even to an excess of Passion: When I received my Wound in the Heat of the Engagement, I than believed I should never have seen you again; but since I begin to grow better, and that I am likely to stay some time longer in this World, on purpose to serve my Prince and you, I will employ the precious remainder of my days, in making you sensible of the sincerity of my Affection. Farewell, my incomparable, and believe that my Love is far surpassing what can be conceived in that kind, by any Mortal. I remain if I live till to Morrow;  
The most tender and Affectionate of all your Lovers.  
After the Countess had read this Letter, which was altogether agreeable to her wishes; Is it possible, said she to herself, that thou my Dearest shouldst not know me? It is four or five days, since I have been with thee in the same Tent; and does not thy Heart tell thee, that it is she that Loves thee? Alas! I have a great deal of Compassion for thee, and I attribute this want of knowing me, wholly to thy Distemper, which appears to me very violent, altho' it seems as if thou wouldst insinuate the contrary. And notwithstanding all the pains thou endurest, thou still keepest me in Remembrance; nay, thy Remembrance is founded upon sincerity, I am myself an Eye-witness of this secret, which nevertheless, thou hast put into the Hands of an unknown Person. Thy Integrity and eager desire of hearing news from me, have made thee hazard all; but dost thou not O Sovereign King of my Heart, consider unto what dangers thou hast exposed me, and that if my Husband should discover the least of this Passion, that I have for thee, I am infallibly undone: Thou knowst that he abominates Horns, and that nothing in the World could touch him so sensibly, as to find himself a Cuckold, and especially to be so dignifyed by the means of such a one as thee, whose singular merits and charms he ought most to dread.  
The Countess was making these and such like other Reflections, when the Marshal, who had taken a walk into the Wood for alittle Air, and being come by chance near the place where she had seated herself, understood some part of what she had said. Never was any agreeable Surprise greater than this, he having immediately known her Voice, which was then without disguise. Having embraced her several times, Is it you said he, is it you my adorable Angel? Unto what dangers do you expose yourself for my sake? Alas! I am at present in an unspeakable pain for you. You see my Dearest, replied she with a languishing tone, what one is willing to do to enjoy the sight of an Object one Loves, and how a genuine Passion triumphs over all the most frightful Obstacles. I have hazarded all to see you, and I have Sacrificed even my Honour for your sake: I am ready to own it Madam, said the General kissing one of her pretty Hands, which she had given him without a Glove; And I protest to you, that I at the same time acknowledge myself unworthy of these Favours you bestow upon me. I Will endeavour to give you the most sensible and livevely Marks of my Gratitude. Some Officers, who were at the same time walking in the Wood, and knew Monsieur de Boufflers, coming up towards 'em, broke off the Intercourse of our Lovers for that Time. The Countess, who was afraid of being discovered, made the best of her way to her own Lodgings, being well satisfied that she had seen and spoke to her Gallant, who was not long without repaying her Visit. When this Lady went first from her Lodgings, she told her Gentlewomen and the rest of her Domestic Servants, That she was going to see one of her Acquaintance, who was in a Monastery near Mons; which was the Reason, that during her Stay with our General, which was about Five or six Days, they were not disturbed at her Absence. She had made one of her Waiting Gentlewomen, whose Name was Gvisson, and one whom she had a more particular Respect for than all the rest, her Confident in the Business; she waited upon her in one Corner of the Wood, with her Woman's Apparel, which she had there changed for the Man's clothes he had worn before. Thus our Heroine Lady returned Home to her Lodgings, accompanied only by this Damsel, leaning upon her Arm as if she had been the most harmless Creature in the World, and as if, during her Stay, she had employed her Time in nothing else but praying with those Religious Sisters for the Preservation of her Husband, from the imminent Dangers of War.  
The Marshal de Boufflers, after he had got clear from the other Officers that met him in the Wood, spent all that Night under most terrible Agonies, not knowing what was become of his Mistress, whom he had searched for all over the Forest; but no sooner did the next Morning appear, but to ease himself of the Trouble which distracted his Mind, he mounted on Horseback, steering his Course directly to the Place where he knew his Beloved lodge all that Time. He found his lovely Countess as yet in Bed, who having received him with incredible Joy, and closed him between her Arms, told him a thousand passionate things, in Terms so engaging and charming, that they are passed all Expression, except by him who had the good Fortune to be made sensible of 'em. Nothing could appear more Charming than she did, as she lay in Bed: A careless Head-dress, tied behind with a Carnation Ribbon, in the nature of a single Top-knot, together with a sweet engaging Air, which was natural to her, made her appear the most lovely Woman in the Universe. The Marshal having now met with a favourable Opportunity to enjoy the happy Minute, told Guisson, who had introduced him that Morning to the Countess, Mademoiselle, Let me be with your Lady for two or three Hours in private, because I have some Matters of Moment to impart to her. This young Damsel, who very well understood his Meaning, asked her Mistress, Whether she would have her withdraw? Yes, said the Lady, and if any should come to inquire for me this Morning, tell 'em, That I am indisposed and not to be spoke with at present.  
The Young Woman, having received her Lady's Orders, left the Room, and our Marshal finding himself now at liberty, threw himself upon the Bed, by his fair Lady, kissing and embracing her without Intermission; and finding nothing that was likely to obstruct his Passage, if he advanced farther, he, in very passionate Terms, begged of her, to grant him the last Favour. Alas! cried she, half vanquished, and entangled in his Embraces, Who can deny you any thing, my Dear? Alas! I am ready to faint, pray pity my Weakness! Oh! what ravishing joys, my Soul, my Sovereign! The Marshal, now in the midst of his Enjoyments, thought himself the happiest Man in the World, and keeping her still in his Arms, protested to her with a great many Oaths, That he never in all his Life-time had received so much Satisfaction as with her. He desired her, after having by a thousand Oaths assured her of his Fidelity, and that he would love her for ever, To keep their Intriegue secret, and to let no Body in the World know of it, lest that if the Count de— should get the least scent of it, it might prove of dangerous consequence both to her and himself, who could not suffer her to be misused by a Jealous Husband. The Countess told him, with a Kiss, That he needed not in the least fear her; that she did not admire Confidents in Love,; that she was so tender as to this Point, that she scarce trusted her own Heart, lest it should betray her.  
These Assurances were signed by both Parties several times over, and the poor Countess, who was of a very tender Constitution, sealed 'em with some Drops of her Blood, in hopes that their mutual Promises should outlast their Lives.  
The Marshal, now more contented than a Prince, left his Beloved in Bed, having reiterated his Promise, to come and see her often. But before a few Days were passed, the King being dissatisfied with the Inhabitants of Liege, who had by some Acts of Hostility incurred his utmost Displeasure, ordered, That some Batteries should be raised against that City, and the whole Management of this Affair being left to the Conduct of the Marshal de Boufflers, he prepared himself to put his Orders in execution against Whitsuntide. Our General having therefore taken Leave of his Countess, and repeated his former Assurances of an everlasting Love, Bombarded the City of Liege for Two or three Days, causing a great Consternation among the Inhabitants, very many of whom were ruined by it. But, while he was taken up in this Expedition, the Count— carried his Lady back to Paris, and tho' he showed her all the Complaisance imaginable, yet she, who could not think upon, nor be pleased with any thing but her Gallant, received all her Husband's Caresses very coldly. The Count, who was not insensible of her Indifferency, and loved her extremely, was ready to die with Vexation, not imagining that she could love any one but himself, after he had so much advanced her Fortune; he having married her not for her Portion or extraordinary Quality, but merely for her Beauty; she being, by Birth, the Daughter only of a Private Gentleman in Poictou.  
But, to return to our Lady, who never having had any great Love for her Husband, was easily comforted for his Death, which happened soon after; pleasing herself with a Fancy, That the Marshal de Boufflers would marry her, conformably to those passionate Protestations he had often made to her: But she was much deceived in her Aim; for having notified to him the Death of her Husband, in such Terms as were convincing enough to the Marshal, That she loved him sufficiently to invest him with the same Quality; he turned the whole into Raillery, and answered her in Terms full of Equivocations; which most sensibly afflicted her: And the Marshal, who after the Campaign was ended, returned to Paris, told her with his own Mouth, That he could not as yet resolve to Marry; but that this should not hinder him from loving her as well as if she were his Wife, and more; for, said he, Marriage often suppresses the vehemency of Love, and sometimes quite extinguishes its Flame. But these Reasons were not cogent enough to make her lay aside the Thoughts she had of Marrying him. On the contrary, she conceived such an Aversion toward him, perceiving herself thus despised, after she had done so much for him, that Hatred succeeded in her Heart instead of Love, to that degree, that she refused to see him; nay, she would not so much as hear him spoke of, as if his very Name were terrible to her: Which vexed the Marshal to the very Heart, who loved her to the highest degree, notwithstanding he could not resolve to make her his Spouse.  
One Day, as he was walking in the King's Gardens at Versailles, it being a very fair Day, he espied from far his Countess' Coach; and drawing nearer, and finding no Body in it but one of her Footmen, he asked him where his Lady was; who having told him, That she was taking a Turn in one of the Walks of the Gardens, with the Marchioness de lae Mothe, the Marshal, with all possible haste, made up to the Place where his fair Lady was: But being willing to overhear their Discourse, he hid himself behind some Trees, hard by where they were walking, and heard the Countess de— who was wiping her Tears away with her Handkerchief, say thus to the Marchioness: My dearest, let us bury my Misfortune in Oblivion; 'tis passed Expression, when I consider what I have done for that ungrateful Man; the very Thoughts of whom now are frightful to me. This perfidious Wretch has not only given me his Word, but sworn a thousand Oaths; That, if the Chance of War should happen to take off my Husband, I should alone dispose of his Destiny. But, good God continued she, what is become of all those Oaths? He says he loves me more than ever, and yet refuses to keep his Promise.  
You are a very good-natured Lady indeed, replied the Marchioness de la Mothe, laughing, are you to learn yet, that Promises made by Lovers have nothing of Reality in 'em, they being founded upon a Passion which goes as fast as it comes; and consequently all the Oaths they make return to their first Principle; which is next to nothing, being only a Fancy, and what Woman of any Sense would lay the least stress upon 'em? As for my part, continued she, I should make no more of losing a Gallant, than to part with one of my Ribbons. I hope you are not in earnest thus to torment yourself for a Loss, which is not worth taking notice of. Come, come, Madam, so beautiful a Lady as you need not want Gallants, if you have a Mind to be troubled with 'em. This is not enough, Madam, replied the Countess, sighing, but all Men don't please us alike. I am sensible what a difficult Task it was for me to show so much Complaisance as I did, to my deceased Husband, whom I loved but indifferently; and therefore I would fain, if I could, avoid to undergo the same Trouble. But how ingenious I am at tormenting myself, cried she, looking towards the Place where the Marshal had hid himself, Let us strive, my Heart, to do Violence to our own Inclination, let us not think any more of the Ravisher of our Liberty. Oh Heavens! what do I see? said the Lady all on a sudden, Is not that this faithless Man, whose Love hss cost me so many Sighs? The Marchioness perceiving the Marshal coming up towards her, followed the Countess, who run with all Speed towards her Coach, and having ordered the Coachman to drive as fast as he could to Paris, she with a disdainful Frown drew up the Glass, and away they went.  
The Marshal thinking himself above her Scorn, and being by this time got on Horseback, road close after the Coach, and having presented one of his Pistols at the Coachman, Stop, said he, stop you Dog, or else I'll shoot you through the Head. The Poor Fellow, being extremely terrified, leapt out of the Coach-box, leaving the Coach to the Marshal's Disposal; who having put one of his Servants, who had been with him at Boulogne, (a small Village near Paris,) in his Place, made him stop at the next Inn. The Ladies, that hitherto had not seen who it was that pursued 'em, and had made most lamentable Outcries, all along the Road, were much surprised when they saw the Marshal de Boufflers; for imagining that it was some of their Gallants, who intended to carry 'em away, they had not had the Courage till now to lift up their Eyes. At that same instant, all the Countess' Hatred suddenly vanished; she gave her Hand to the Marshal, who led her out of the Coach into one of the best Apartments of the House. The Marchioness perceiving this sudden Change in her Friend, did not say one Word, but prayed one of the Footmen, who had been all-a-long behind the Coach, to drive her away to Paris, and that he might return immediately afterwards to fetch his Lady.  
Thus the Marshal having got his Mistress by himself, could not forbear laughing at this bold stroke he had made, knowing that it had often stood him in good stead before, upon the like Occasions: Well, Madam, said he, looking upon her steadfastly, you are now in my Power; could you imagine that after we have been so closely acquainted you might disentangle yourself with so much Ease? Ladies that love Gallantry as well as you do, ought not to carry Matters so haughtily; your manner of Proceeding appears very unseasonable. And, after all, what is it I have done to you? continued he, with a somewhat more composed Countenance; I have loved you very tenderly, and love you still, in spite of all your Scorn. You have proposed Marriage to me, and you don't know the Reasons why it was not in my Power to comply with your Desires in that particular. You may possibly tell me, That where there is a great deal of Love, Reason seldom takes Place, but as my Circumstances are at present, I am obliged to consult Reason, and to tell you, That I cannot Marry at this Time. If you have the least Kindness for me, you'll easily persuade yourself, That all that was in my Power to do for you, I have done already.  
The Countess was not capable of giving him one Word in answer, her Speech being stopped by a Torrent of Tears, which she shed: Notwithstanding all these disadvantages, she still appeared to the Marshal one of the most lovely Women in the World, And as he has always a great Tenderness for the fair Sex, so he could not but endeavour to allay her Grief. He threw himself at her Feet, and embracing 'em, My Angel, my Dearest, said he, 'tis impossible for me to see you thus torment yourself, let us pardon one another all those Crimes which have made us both culpable. Grant me your Pardon, and I will grant you mine, and freely forgive those charming Eyes of yours which have set me all in a Flame, and do you forgive these tender Expressions, which were the true Interpreters of my Heart; it did not address itself to you, most charming Creature, added he, in a very passionate Tone, before it had consulted yours, which it found so worthy of its Choice and Affection.  
The Lady, whom the great Surprise she was in, had kept silent till now, was not able to hold out any longer against the Power of such Charms and tender Caresses of a Lover, who was beloved by her, but was forced to yield, in spite of all her Indifferency, which she had shown to him in outward Appearance. 'Tis in vain, my Dear, replied she at last, that I endeavour to hate thee; thou knowst how to disarm me by thy most engaging Charms, and my Heart, as soon as it sees thee, loses all its Force, which it should make use of against thee. Away, away, said she, with all my Haughtiness and Scorn, you only serve to add Fuel to my Flame, and to render my Passion more violent than before. To be short, my illustrious Lover, added she, throwing herself about his Neck, and squeesing him between her Arms, I love thee, and all the Considerations in the World shall not be powerful enough to separate us for the future, ●nd not so much as for one Moment. I will leave it to your Judgement to guests what passed afterwards between two Persons who loved one another with so much Passion.  
By this time, Night beginning to approach, the Countess began to be uneasy, not because she was with her Gallant, who entertained her with so much sweetness, but because she heard no News of her Coach, and that she thought it would look very ill in her, not to return to Paris that Night; she was just a talking of it, as much as she thought convenient to the Marshal, when putting her Head out of the Window, by chance, she saw one of her Footmen coming, who told her, That the Coach was ready at the Door; And what is become of Adventure? (which was the Coachman's Name who run away out of the Box before) cried the Lady very angry, What is become of that Coxcomb? I can't tell, Madam, replied the Footman, we have heard nothing of him since his overhasty Flight. Certainly, replied the Countess with a Smile, he did not act very discreetly, in leaving me thus; but 'tis you, Marshal, said she, that is the occasion of all. By my Faith, Madam, replied Bousflers, if your Coachman has no more Courage than he has shown to Day, he is a most damnable Coward; is it possible that a single Pistol should frighten a Man out of his Wits? If I saw an hundred Fire locks discharged at me at once, they should ne'er make me shrink. All the World has not such a warlike Soul as you, my Dearest, said the Countess; you were born to conquer the Universe, and to make every thing submit to you; your Power even extends itself over me and— Here she stopped, not thinking it convenient to proceed in her Discourse, by reason of the Footman, who stood by, and heard what they said; but having ordered him to withdraw, she renewed her Love-Protestations, and began to prepare for going; but the Marshal, who did not intend to part with her as yet, detained her for some time longer, telling her, That since he had frighted her Coachman away, he would supply his Place himself; which he accordingly did: For having paid the Reckoning, he wrapped himself up in his Scarlet-Cloak, and drove the Coach to Paris, as well as if the Coachman himself had been in the Box; it being dark Night she was not disturbed at the Frolic, but being come to her Lodgings, she entreated the Marshal to stay with her at Supper. All her domestic Servants were extremely surprised at this sudden Change: What an alteration is this, said they to one another; our Lady, not long ago would not so much as hear him named in her presence, nor would allow us to speak of him, and now he seems to be as much in her savour as ever. But Mrs. Guisson, her Lady's Confident, guessed without much difficulty at the true reason of it, not questioning but that there had been a reconciliation between 'em.  
After Supper, the Marshal stayed for a considerable time with his Mistress, in her Bedchamber; where they began afresh to argue the true Reason of their Quarrel; they being now at Liberty to talk with more freedom, than they could do at Boulogne, where they were in danger of being overheard by every one belonging to the House. The Lady then, no longer making any difficulty of disclosing her Heart to the Marshal, and their mutual Reconciliation, having been Sealed by some Kisses, he left her to her Repose. But, alas! in vain; the poor Lady was not capable of enjoying one moment's Rest. The surprise of this last Adventure, and that too by a Man whom she had resolved to Banish from her Heart for ever; together with the behaviour of the Marchioness de la Mothe, who had left her to the Mercy of a Gentleman, whom she could not but know to be very dangerous to her Repose, had most horribly distracted her Mind: She made a thousand Reflections upon the strangeness of the Accident, and not being able to be at rest at home, she went the next day to pay the Marchioness a Visit, who did not fail to upbraid her with her wanton Humour. How, said the Marchioness, in a most scornful manner, are not you that same Lady, who would never see Monsieur Boufflers any more; nay, that would not so much as hear any one speak of him; and scarce had you cast one Eye at him, but without any further consideration, you threw yourself into his Embraces? I cannot deny it, Madam, replied the Countess, not without some Confusion; but what is it one will not do when one is in Love; alas! Love makes us all subject to Frailties, and that to such a degree, that we scarce know what we do. Alas! good Heavens! the Marshal, at his first sight, disarms me entirely and makes me, in spite of all my anger, recall all my former Resolutions, which immediately vanish in his presence. I know, Madam, replied the Marchioness, that he will prove very dangerous to your repose, and therefore you ought to force your tender Inclinations; you ought not to surrender your Heart upon so easy Terms, after he has had the boldness to carry you away along with me, who did not know him any farther than by sight. His manner of proceeding savours of too much familiarity, and a Person of his Character ought to have treated us with more Respect. My greatest trouble, my Dearest, said the Countess, interrupting her, was, that you should leave me to the management of a Man of his Humour. Come, come, Madam, replied the Marchioness maliciously, I was well enough satisfied that you were very well acquainted with him before; and that his Courtships were not disagreeable to your Inclinations: 'Tis not since Yesterday, that you have perceived his Amorous motions: You are not ignorant of his intentions; you are not insensible how far he is likely to carry it; and whatever you may pretend to the contrary, I am not bound to take your word as to this particular. When any Persons are in Love, they seldom think themselves obliged to speak truth; they take delight in disguising the matter, and upon the whole, I am of opinion, that no account ought to be made of any thing that they assert. The Marchioness de la Mothe would not have stopped here, but that one of her Acquaintance coming in, very earnestly entreated her to go with her to hear a Sermon at Versailles. The Countess, who would rather have stayed at home, went along with her more out of Policy than Devotion, and in the evening, being returned to her Lodgings, the Marshal de Boufflers, after he had for some time entertained her with his Passion; told her, that his most Christian Majesty designed to besiege Namur (the Capital City of the Province of that Name) this Year, which was that of 1692. and that, to facilitate this Design; his Majesty intended to go thither in Person, with the Dauphin and the rest of the principal Officers of his Court.  
You will, without doubt, my Dear, replied she very Sorrowfully, have your share in this glorious Enterprise; and perhaps I may be so unfortunate as to hear of your Death, which will unavoidably hasten my own: What would you have me do, Madam, replied the General, with a serious Countenance, I am obliged to obey my King's Orders; If it should be my fortune to perish in this Campaign, continued he, I shall die your Lover; and I hope you will take care that Prayers may not be wanting for my poor Soul, which perhaps will be fluttering about in the airy Regions, without finding any repose: O good Sir, replied the Lady, don't be prepossessed with any such thoughts, that cannot but be destructive to your own welfare. We Religious Sisters will take care of you, we'll prepare your Soul for Paradise: O Lord! Madam, said he, I hope you'll pardon me, If I can scarce believe it; how is it possible that such a Devil as I, whose whole practice has been the destruction of Mankind by Fire and Sword, should be saved from Hell; tho' I have heard some say, that there is a particular place of Rest appointed for us Soldiers, but who can rely upon such fantastic Notions? I am afraid I shall be leisurely Roasted by the heat of Purgatory, the Flames of which as they tell me, surpass in fierceness all the artificial Fires in the World. How foolish you are, Boufflers, answered the Countess, thus to fill your head with such Melancholy Thoughts: Don't you know that our good Works will deliver us both from the Fire of Purgatory, and of Hell? And as you have done more good than bad Deeds, I don't question, but that you'll pass directly to Paradise. But let us have no more of this; pray who are to be the General Officers, that are to Command this Year under the King and Dauphin?  
Madam, replied the Marshal, these are to be; the Count d' Auvergne, the Marshal de Humieres, the Princes de Soubise and Conde, and his eldest Son, the Duke de Villeroy, and a great many more, whom it would be superfluous to name to you, in regard that you have not the least concern with 'em. 'Tis true, my Dear, replied the Countess sighing, I don't pretend to any interest, but what I have in you, and good God what a trouble would it be to me, if I should chance to lose you? Are not you a very pretty Gentlewoman? said the Marshal smiling, I'm sure I know the time, when you would not have said so: How often have you, when you were in your freekish humours, wished that the Earth might open to swallow me up; how often have you called me ungrateful Wretch, Monster, Villain, and such like fine Names? These are the Weapons of an angry Woman. Oh! how extremely does your Sex take delight in Revenge? If you had the same strength in your Arms, that you have in your Tongue, you would defeat an Army of ten Thousand Men, in an hours time. I take it to be a very great misfortune for a Man to have a Woman for his Enemy; as for my own part, I would rather be obliged to fight against a whole Battalion of Enemies, than to stand the brunt of so Beauful a Lady as you, when put into a Passion. Do but see how cruelly you deal with us; you are not content to overthrow us by the force of your Charms, but you would also trample upon us by your Threats, and drive us to the utmost Extremity of Despair. But e'er I leave Paris, I'm resolved to make you lower your Topsail, and to bring you to more reasonable terms.  
Your presence alone, said the fair Lady with a charming Air, is capable of making me do whatever you shall think fit. I can compare it to nothing so appositely, as to that Head of Medusa, which Metamorphosed every thing, and changed its Situation: I have often taken a resolution to hate you as long as I should live, and no sooner had I seen you, but all my Aversion to your Person, and my seemingly firm Resolutions immediately vanished. 'Tis not long ago, since the Marchioness de la Mothe upbraided me with this frailty: How, Madam, replied the Marshal briskly, that remedy aaginst Love, durst she talk thus to you? Certainly, continued he laughing, a Man must be very hard put to it for a dainty Bit, that would venture to thrust his Dagger into her Scabbard, Vah! that nasty hole, if I may believe the description which the Abbot de la Trape has given me of it. This Prior has sworn to me, that he never met with so ugly, black and deep a Gap in his Life-time. Fie, Boufflers, said the Countess, as if she had been displeased at his Discourse; are not you ashamed thus to represent that pretty retiring Place of the Marchioness, as she herself usually calls it when she is in a good humour; and truly, if she knew you thought otherwise of it, I can assure you, you would be but a very unwelcome Guest to her. She told me one day, that the Abbot de la Trape, of whom you spoke just now, had indeed once set up his Candle before her Altar, and had Sacrificed upon his Knees in her presence. Then Monsieur Boufflers interrupting her; 'tis a pleasant subject to insist upon, said he, the Devil take me, if this Lady would let me— I would rather choose a Cow for a Playfellow: But away with it, let us talk no more of it, for I begin to be sick at the very Heart. It is you, said he, my lovely Creature, embracing her, that carry about you that sweet retiring Place, which is the very Seat of Delight and Pleasure: I am very sensible of the tenderness of your Heart, which rewards its Friends with plenary satisfaction. 'Tis true what you say, answered she, this is the chiefest Ambition which I ever pretended to.  
This Conference would have lasted longer, if one of the Marshal's Servants had not come to tell him, that Madam de Maintenon was desirous to speak with him, as 'twas supposed by the King's Order, he having been wholly employed for several days after, in assisting at the frequent Councils of War, that were then held at Versailles. A few Weeks after, he was obliged to enter upon the Campaign, which began very early this Year. The King to encourage his Generals, marched in Person at the head of his Army; and Namur was Besieged in the Month of May, in the Year 1692. as it has been already intimated; and the Trenches being opened before it, between the Twenty ninth and Thirtieth, the Place was carried by Capitulation. The Marshal did signalise himself there at several Times, as did also the Marquis de la Valette and de Gasse, Marshals de Camp; after the surrender of the Town, both the Armies remained for some Time without Action; during which Interval, the Marshal de Boufflers was captivated by the Beauty of a certain young Gentlewoman, who was retiring, with her Mother, into a Nunnery, and by the King's express Command passed through the Camp, in order to go to a certain Abbey of Religious Sisters. At the very first Sight of this young Lady, who was of good Quality and extraordinary Beautiful, he was touched with so tender Love and Respect for her, that for a considerable Time he could not be at rest; and that which vexed him most was, that she was in a Place where he had not the Opportunity to see her, when he had a Mind to it. At last, being grown impatient, at the Absence of his Beloved Mistress, and consulting more his Passion than his Reason, he resolved to disguise himself in Woman's Apparel, on purpose to give her a visit.  
Having in this Disguise met her in the Parlour of the Nunnery, he did not delay to declare his Passion to her; unto which she answered with so much Modesty, that he was extremely charmed with it. After his Departure, his Mistress thought it most advisable not to speak any thing of her disguised Lover, either to her Mother, or the rest of the Religious Sisters, for fear of putting some Jealousy into their Brains, by which means she might lose the Advantage of entertaining him another Time. The next Day our General, being advertised that her Mother would be abroad, had the Satisfaction to visit his Mistress in her Chamber, which was just at the Entrance of the Abbey; and the rest of the Nuns believing it to be some particular Acquaintance of here's, did not concern themselves any farther, allowing him the Freedom of enjoying the Presence of his Beloved for the space of Two Hours. I leave it to the Judgement of the Reader to determine, whether he did not make use of all the affectionate Expressions, which his Passion could suggest to him; but this I have understood since, That one of the Religious Sisters, whose Name was Coline, and who supplied the place of an Apothecary in the Abbey, had espied (in passing by her Chamber into the Garden, where she was going to gather some Herbs) the Marshal kneeling down before her, and kissing her Hands. For this Reason it was that this Bigot, suspecting somewhat of the Matter, let the Marshal, who in two or three Days returned to renew his Visit, stand at the Door almost an Hour, without opening it; the Marshal, suspecting the Truth, made such a Noise, with the Bell, at the Abbey-Gate, that all the Religious Sisters came running down Stairs, and peremptorily demanded what his Business was? I would willingly replied he, counterfeiting his Voice, speak to Mademoiselle Orton (which was the Name of his Mistress.) The young Lady, being then called for, received him very courteously, but with some Restraint, her Mother, and Sister Coline being present. The Marshal, after a little Stay, finding himself so narrowly watched, thought it best to decamp for that Time, and to defer his Courtship till a more favourable opportunity.  
No sooner was he gone, but Madam Orton asked her Daughter, How she came acquainted with this Gentlewoman? Mother, replied she, she is a certain young Lady of a very good Family of Namur, who has a great Affection for me. Sister Coline standing by, began to smile at her Answer, which made her Mother ask the Name of this Lady. This Question put her to a great Non plus, because the Marshal and she had not agreed upon any certain Name; yet having a good presence of Mind, she told her Mother, not without blushing, That her Name was Mademoiselle de Bouffline, being a Kinswoman of the Marshal de Boufflers, of whom they had received so many Courtesies, during the Siege of Namur. Her Mother having as yet in fresh Remembrance the great Obligations received from the Marshal, asked no further Questions, being well satisfied with this Answer. If Sister Coline, that spiteful Baggage, would have been as much contented, Matters were likely to go very well upon Mademoiselle Orton's Side. But that Demidevil, having taken notice that he was a Man in Woman's Apparel, communicated her Thoughts to two or three more of the Religious Sisters, who unanimously resolved at his next approach to have him searched, by a certain ancient Matron belonging to the Nunnery, who should watch his coming to adore his Goodess; and indeed, they were no worse than their Words, for he had not long been there, but he saw a grave old Woman entering the Room, with a great pair of Spectacles upon her Nose, and a large pair of Scissors in her Hand, followed by a goodly Train of Nuns of the same Abbey. The Marshal seeing himself destitute of all Arms, even so much as a Stick, began to be afraid of their Motion, and made what haste he could to get to the Door. Being got pretty well clear of 'em, No, no, good Matrons, said he to himself, I am not as yet fond of being gelt. I know what your Design was, you would have cut off what you found did not belong to the Female Sex, because I had been so bold as to come in without your Leave: Otherwise, I'm sure, if a Gentleman gives you a private Visit, with your own Consent, you would not upon any account treat him so unkindly.  
Mademoiselle Orton seeing herself, by this Contrivance, bereaved of the Sight of her Gallant, appeared much discontented at his Absence, and having no other means left her, she went one Morning to Mass to another Abbey, where she had the good Fortune to meet with him: She told him all that she had endured ever since she saw him last; advising him to come and see her in the Nunnery, without a Disguise: Adding, That her Mother would be extremely glad to see him, to pay her Acknowledgements for the great Obligations she had received from him. You must be sure, said she, to talk of Love to the rest of the Sisters, for they take great Delight in having a Man touch upon that String. The Marshal, after having parted with his Beloved, began to consider with himself, for some time, whether it were expedient for him to return to the same Place, where he had been so lately in danger of suffering an irreparable Loss; but Love soon prevailed o'er all other Considerations, especially being animated by the Hopes of obtaining his Aim, if he went without Disguise, insomuch that besides his Sword, he took care to provide a Pair of Pocket-Pistols, and having taken along with him a lusty Fellow, his Servant, armed Capapee, he entered the Abbey with an undaunted Courage. The Nuns quickly taking notice of a Man of so gallant and engaging an Air, came all to receive him, making him Presents of divers Relics and Agnus Dei's, and among the rest one of the Religious Sisters, as fair and bright as the Day, presented to him, a Heart made of her own Hair, which was all over pierced with Darts.  
The Marshal having discovered the Advantages of this Charming Beauty, which had enchanted him even at the very first Sight, soon became forgetful of Mademoiselle Orton. He frequently repaired to the Nunnery, where he would entertain sometimes one, sometimes another, but his Fransson (which was the beautiful Nun I spoke of before) was all his Delight and Comfort. Her Companions were so transported with Jealousy, that one Day they threw an Ink horn full of Ink in her Face, on purpose to disguise it; which being told to the Mother Abbess, she made 'em do Penance for their Trespass, enjoining 'em for Eight Days together to dig the Ground, and to manure it with their bare Hands till it should be as fine as Ashes. Besides this, they were to draw out of a deep Pit ten Tuns of Water into a leaky Vessel, which run out as fast as they poured it in. The Marshal was overjoyed to see what Satisfaction his Mistress had received for the Affront put upon her, but to counterbalance his Joy, he was much surprised to hear the Mother Abbess (who was above Threescore Years of Age) tell him, That she was fallen desperately in Love with him. Indeed he was so amazed at it, that he stepped two or three Paces backward, and if he had not been upheld by a Table that stood behind him, he would have scarce been able to keep himself upright. The good Woman took so much Pains to represent to him the vehemency of her Passion, in Terms so lively and natural, that he stood quite astonished at it. Perhaps it will not be improper to give you a Character of this old Hag. She was of a very small Stature, and crooked; her Nose very short; her Eyes and Mouth bigger than all the rest of her Face; her Forehead about the Bigness of a Finger's Breadth, and two great Teeth stuck out of her Mouth before; but for the rest, she was very ingenious, and had an extraordinary Wit. She made a very fine Sonnata concerning her Passion for the General, which begins thus, I having forgot the rest.  

Incomparable Boufflers! let me sing  
Thy Praise, thou greatest Hearse of the Age:  
All things on Earth and Sea do dread thy Rage,  
And still new Laurels to thy Triumphs bring.   
The Marshal was very hardly put to it how to manage so unusual a Love-concern with this old Beldame, whom he was unwilling to disoblige, in regard that she was the supreme Governess of the Nunnery; when one Day, not being able to have any longer Patience to expect his Resolution, she laid hold of him in a Corner, as he was going to a Chamber of one of the Nuns, where she hugged him so closely with her two raw-boned Arms, which were as tough as Sticks, that 'twas impossible for him to get loose from her Embraces. The Marshal being afraid that some of the Sisters might surprise 'em told her, Pray, good Mother, do your Matters a little more in private, for fear of giving Scandal. You are in the right on't, my Son, cried she, drawing him by main Force into a Closet, hard by, where she begged him, Not to deny her any longer that Favour which she so much wished for. And what Favour is that? said the Marshal de Boufflers, laughing. That is my Son, continued she, shaking her Head, to put your Sword here, after I have besprinkled it with Holy Water, to drive away the Evil Spirit (for so the Nuns of Namur usually call Love) that thus torments me. The Marshal, who could not but understand her Meaning, and being uncertain what to resolve upon. You strangle me! done't strangle me! and so having shut his Eyes, Come, said he, let us enter the Breach, in the Dark; all Cats are Grey. The Mother Abbess, who was extremely well satisfied, desired him to renew the Attack the next Day; but he was not so well pleased with the first, and therefore having made the Sign of the Cross all over him, he said, in a Language unknown to her, Away from me Satan. The good Woman being exasperated at this Repulse, flung herself about his Neck, laying her Fists about his Ears: All which he took very patiently, but perceiving that she was about to vent her Anger upon his Periwig and Ruffles, he turned up her Backside, and having sound clapped her Buttocks, which were as red and lean as an Ape's; the whole Nunnery was alarmed at the Outcries: The Nuns came running, with all possible speed, to the Chamber of their Abbess, whom they found crying like a Child, whilst the Marshal was not able to forbear laughing, and to save himself was obliged to tell the whole Story. Whereupon the Old Beldame took it so heinously, that not being able any longer to bear the Confusion she was in, and the Reproaches which must needs attend such a Discovery, she hanged herself for Grief the next following Night. The Marshal taking the advantage of these Disorders, hunted about the Nunnery till he met with his belov'd Fransson whom he had debauched; and having afterwards caused her to be disguised in the Habit of a Page, she followed him in the Camp, and was present at the Battle of Steenkirk, which was fought in August. Under this disguise she waited upon him in his Tent, and in all other places, without the least suspicion of her being a Woman, except that the Prince de Turenne some few hours before he was slain, began to suspect the Truth, who without doubed would have discovered the whole Intrigue, if Death had not prevented him. Monsieur Boufflers was so careful of his Page, that he went no where without him, and he was called by no other name in the Army, than The handsome Page.  
During these intrigues, the Marshal received Letters from the Countess of— whom he had left at Paris, and from Mademoiselle Orton, who was as yet in the Nunnery near Namur. These two fair Ladies were not sparing in upbraiding him with his Indifferency and Fickleness. But, alas! these are weak Efforts against Men of so changeable a Temper as our General then was, who seldom are concerned at the Reproaches of an abandoned Mistress. He received very frequent Letters from both, which were immediately sacrificed to the Flames without so much as reading 'em. Fransson, was generally a Spectatrix of it, and had the satisfaction to hear him say, that it was done for her sake. Winter approaching, the Army was divided and sent to the Garrisons, the Marshal taking his way (incognito) directly to Paris, attended by his Page: The Countess, who had got Intelligence that he had been six or eight Weeks in Town, without seeing her, at last came to find him out at his Lodgings; where she upbraided him in a most outrageous manner: But he did not answer her one Word, and having ordered one of his Servants to shut the Door upon her, he looked above to see her depart, without being in the least discerned by her. This Lady having somewhere or another got notice that he was in love with a young Woman who lived with him under the disguise of a Page, happened just to meet her upon the stairs as she was going down, playing with a little Dog, one of the finest that ever was seen, which the Marshal had brought along with him from the Campaign. This Dog, after she had first had several slices with a Knife at the beautiful Page's Face, she threw out at Window, which was next to her, and so made the best of her way. The poor young Gentlewoman, being thus miserably handled and calling to mind what befell her not long ago, as to the Ink-horn in the Nunnery, Alas Heavens! cried she, am I not very unfortunate, that every one has a design against that little Beauty which Nature has bestowed upon me. The Marshal, who soon knew the Voice of his female Page, opening the Chamber-door, run out with all imaginable speed to see what accident had happened, and found her all over covered with Blood. He had never been more heartily vexed in all his Life-time, but all that could be done at that instant, was to send for an able Surgeon who healed her Wounds in a little time, with so much Skill, that not the least Scar appeared.  
However, the Marshal conceived so great an Aversion toward the Countess, that all the World was extremely surprised at it, considering to what a degree he had Loved her before. One evening during the Carnaval, the Marquis de Boufflers came in Masquerade, to a Ball, made by the Order of the Duke de Villeroy; of which the Countess having had some notice, she also went thither in a disguise, and took out our General to Dance with her; but he by some secret instinct, supposing it to be her, excused himself, and to avoid any further confusion, immediately left the Company. The next Night was wholly spent by him in running through the Ball disguised in the Habit of a satire, with his Page, who with her fair Hair spread all over her shoulders, Danced to the admiration of all the Spectators; every one being amazed at the becoming Air and Mien of Fransson, who passed for a young Man among those that did not know her; to the great satisfaction of our General, who could not forbear laughing at it.  
Not long after, Madam de Chatillon, Sister, of the Marshal de Luxemburg fell desperately in Love with her, which was a most pleasant Scene to Boufflers, and served as an agreeable Diversion to him for a long time after. She never made him a Visit, but all her Discourse run upon the excellency of this Page, whom she thought as fair as an Angel; besides said she, that there is somewhat so uncommon and so amiable in his Air, that 'tis impossible for a tender Heart to resist such engaging Charms; 'tis very well for you Men that he was not born a Woman, for he would certainly have set you all in a flame, and burned you to ashes; I must confess, Madam, replied the Marshal with a smile, a Beauty so fair as my Page, might cause great disorders in the World, and therefore prudent Nature having foreseen this evil, judged it most expedient to make him a Man, as he appears to be: But Sir, said Madam de Chatillon, interrupting him, and casting a very Passionate look upon Fransson, Don't you believe that a Man who is endowed with extraordinary perfections, may cause as many Commotions among our Sex, as a fair Lady does among yours? Yes very well Madam, said our General, I am throughly convinced that your Hearts are as tender as ours, nay that you out do us in certain respects. You Love with more constancy and reality, whilst we Men are continually upbraided with Levity in changing our Mistresses as often as we please: For my part, if I were obliged to speak sincerely, I must confess that I have seen great variety of Countries in the Empire of Venus, and have made those Ladies sufficiently sensible of it, with whom I have had any Love-concerns for some time. For I never set up for much Constancy, it being a thing I never was ambitious of. An Engagement which lasts above two or three Months becomes burdensome; and variety is most agreeable to my Humour, especially in matters of Love; which, nevertheless, seldom suits with the Temper of the Female Sex, who take a particular Delight, and make it a point of Honour to preserve the remainders of an old Passion, almost quite worn out, merely to have the satisfaction to say, Such and such a one still continues to Love me, a convincing proof, that my Charms have been so powerful as to keep him in Chains even to this very Day.  
Truly Sir, replied the Lady, you speak very favourably of our Sex, when you tell us, That you take 'em to be more Constant than yours. We are at least as fickle as you; and if it were not for a certain kind of Modesty, inseparable from our Sex, believe me, we should be as forward to seek for new Gallants, as you are to find out fresh Beauties. I know not what to say to it, Madam, said the Marshal, laughing; this I see plainly, that none in this World can be free from Faults, if Changeableness is to be counted so. Fransson, who was almost tired with hearing her thus Prattle without intermission, and knowing that Monsieur de Boufflers paid her a great deal of Respect, more out of Policy, than any thing else, went into a Room over head, from whence, through the Clefts of the Planks, she poured some dirty Water upon her Head-Dress, of which she was the nicest Woman in the World, and which was always exactly set in the Quills, whilst she affected to imitate the motions of a Puppet.  
Monsieur de Boufflers seemed to be very angry with his Page, chiding him, and calling him an awkward Fool. But the Lady immediately took Fransson's part, telling the Marshal, That 'twas of so little consequence, that he ought not to chide so pretty a Creature as that, about it; especially since it was done by mischance, without any malicious Intent. No, Madam, replied the Page with a great deal of affected Simplicity, It was my Master's Ape, that in running after me, overthrew the Water-bowl: We are Playfellows together, and I often suffer for his Tricks, of which 'tis impossible to break him. She spoke all this, with so much seeming Innocency, that she charmed Madam Chatillon to the highest degree, who went home more amorous than ever. She had no sooner entered her own House, but having first changed her Head-cloaths and Linen, she locked herself up in her Closet, to make Reflections upon her growing Passion.  
The Marshal, after she was gone, asked Fransson, Whether she had spilt the Water upon the Duke of Luxemburg's Sister on purpose? Yes, my Dearest, replied she, embracing him, I had only a mind to be rid of this prattling Creature, who is continually Talking without intermission. You are an unlucky Baggage, replied the General with a Smile, thus to abuse a poor Gentlewoman, who shows so much Affection towards you. O, replied Fransson, that is, because she verily believes me to be a Man; but if she should go about to search me, she would soon be convinced to the contrary, so that is behoves me to take a great deal of care not to let her come thereabouts; for in regard that she has no great share of Discretion, it would not be long ere she would divulge the Matter to all the World. I only wonder that the Marshal, her Brother, has not found out the Mystery before this time, by the help of his Magical Art: Indeed I am sorely afraid of that old Devil, as often as I see him. My pretty little Creature, said the Marshal, he has the misfortune to be a Scarecrow to the handsome Ladies; he never has had any success in Love concerns. I don't know by what means he insinuated himself into the favour of the Countess de Soissons, she being the only Woman that ever loved him in his Life-time; as he has often told me with his own Mouth, not without much regret, he being a great admirer of the Fair Sex. But my dear Boufflers, answered Fransson, with a languishing Air, I have been told that the Duke de Montmorency and the Count de Luce are very accomplished Gentlemen, and very dextrous in the Art of Courtship. That is true enough, replied the Marshal, but they have not such a dangerous Head piece as their Father, they are of a sweet and agreeable Temper; they are not for ransacking Heaven and Earth to find out their depth, and to dive into the most abstruse Secrets of Love; neither is there any need of all that stir, since the Charms of this Passion are altogether founded upon Innocence.  
Fransson was accustomed frequently to dispute thus with her Gallant, and that too in so charming a manner, that she for some time was the absolute Mistress of his Heart; when, upon a sudden, he took a Resolution, either to Marry her, or else to put her into some Nunnery for the remainder of her Life. The last of these two Means was more easy to be accomplished than the former, wherefore he proposed to her this Retirement, as the most honourable and most advantageous in her present Circumstances. The Gentlewoman was in the greatest Agony in the World ere she could resolve upon it, because she loved him so affectionately, that she could rather have died than live without him. But notwithstanding all her Sighs and Tears, Monsieur Boufflers, who was resolved to be rid of her, having in view a most advantageous Match for himself, of which we shall have occasion to speak hereafter, put her into a Nunnery in the Suburbs of S. Marcellus, without having made any one privy to the Business, except the Abbess, whom he had persuaded that she was his Kinswoman; having presented her besides this, with a considerable Sum of Money, in recompense of her former good Services. Thus this fair Lady once more put on the Habit of a Nun. But before she did it, she was desirous to be upon trial for some time, under pretence that it was expedient for her to observe whether that course of Life would agree with her Constitution. But this was not the true reason of her delay; she was in hopes still that her Lover, before this time was expired, might repent of having shut her up in a Nunnery, and that he might be prevailed upon to Marry her, conformably to some slight Promises which he had made her to that effect, during the height of his Passion. But Words spoken by a Lover to a Woman, when they are in the heat of their Passion, cannot be compared to any thing more appositely than to the floating of the Sea, which depends upon the variableness of the Winds.  
Our General, finding himself now disengaged from all his Mistresses, began to lead a very regular and solitary course of Life, so that Madam de Maintenon having observed him so much altered from what he had been before, made no difficulty to speak in his behalf to Mademoiselle de Grammont, Daughter of the Marshal of the same Name, who, having formerly commanded the King's Armies, had signalised himself on several Occasions. The Abbess of St. Cyr did not forget to give her an Account of all his rare Accomplishments, unto which the young Lady replied but very little, being not unacquainted with some of his amorous Inrigues, and believing him only to act the Hypocrite like a Jesuit. But our General, being a great Favourite of Madam Maintenon's, had often an opportunity to see her there; and having always showed her a more than ordinary deference and respect, she began by degrees to have a better Opinion of him and his Actions. One Day being left alone with her, he began to declare his Passion to her by halves, but was so extremely overawed by her Presence, that he was not able to proceed in his Discourse; the excess of his Love made him stammer almost at every Word; which caused Mademoiselle to laugh at his Transports. He soon after, had a Quartan Ague for three Months, which was commonly called the Intervals of his Love; insomuch that he was obliged to take a good Quantity of Quinquina, or Jesuits Powder, which cured him of his Ague, but occasioned a most violent Headache, for which he was advised to have recourse to the Waters of Bourbon, as he did. He was just upon the point of getting a new Mistress upon the Road, but having recollected himself, how prejudicial such an Intrigue might prove to his present Design, he thought it more adviseable in this juncture, to keep a strong guard over his Heart, which would willingly have made an Elopement; and to fortify it so well, as not to fear any Attack, except from Mademoiselle de Grammont, unto whom all its Avenues and Passes were to be opened.  
Thus he spent some time in this Solitude, but he could not hold out long, for he soon after, began to fix his Eyes on a young Laundress, who was wont to bring his Linen every Day to his Chamber; and imagining that such an Intrigue might be carried on privately, without any noise, he was resolved to try his Fortune; which proved very favourable to him, she having, without much reluctancy, harkened to his first Proposal. His Valet du Chambre, who always found his Bed tumbled after he had made it, not in the least suspecting that his Master had any concerns in it, made a Complaint to the Landlady. I have observed, said the good Woman of the House, that as often as Judith comes, I find the Bed in this condition; God forgive me, if I wrong her. You are not in earnest, Dame Roux, said the Valet du Chambre, laughing: Do you imagine that my Master would meddle with such a Drab as this, who has kissed so many fine Ladies? Thou art a good honest Blockhead, Champonniere, said the Landlady, laughing as hard as she could, Dost thou not know, that a mad Dog falls upon every Thing that lies in his Way? Well, replied the Servant, joking, when all is done, no Body shall e'er persuade me, That 'tis not a much greater Pleasure to kiss a fair Lady of Quality than a dirty Drab. Oh! when I think of those pretty Buttocks, those Hands, those white and delicate Bubbies, which I have taken notice of in my Master's Ladies, it tickles me all over the whole Body, but especially here about the Middle— Oh! I am quite besides myself, I shall run stark mad, if I think on't any longer. As far as I see, answered the Dame of the House scoffingly, your Skin is mightily tickled with this Fancy, which has set you all on a Flame. But, prithee, tell me, thou great Fool, Dost thou believe me so simple as to imagine that thy Master would make thee privy to his Mistress' Beauties? May the Devil take me, answered he, if I have not often seen 'em, in going and coming, in and out of the Chamber, when he was busy in— and was not at Leisure to take notice of me. Plague! on thee for a Beast, cried the Landlady, laughing as loud as she could; Come Spark, I'll acquaint the Marshal de Boufflers with it, who I believe, will give thee a good Reward for the Pains thou takest to divulge his Amours. You'll have a care of that, Dame Roux, replied Champonniere, blowing the Smoke of Tobacco in her Face, or else I shall go near to have your white Top knot died Black, as Apollo served the Sexton, who was officious in relating to him, what he had heard others say concerning him. Boufflers having called his Servant, the Dialogue was broke off; and having sent him with some Letters to the Posthouse, he went into his Closet, where he wrote this following Billet Doux to Mademmoiselle de Grammont.  
Mademoiselle.  
AMong all the Mortals who have adored you, none e'er loved you with so transcendent a Passion as myself, beyond all that ever can be conceived tender, for so adorable a Person as yourself. I am at present reduced to such a Condition, as I never knew before; that is to say, I am the most unfortunate of all Men that ever were made for Love, except yond take Compassion of my Sufferings. I am to treat with you upon Terms altogether different from what I was wont to do with my former Mistresses, looking upon you, with a quite different Eye. All the Favours I sue for at your Hands (most Charming Lady) is only to afford me one favourable Glance of your Goodness, and to lend an Ear to some of my Sighs, which are roving about in the Air, because they can't find a Reception from you. But if I could once see that happy Day when I might fix but one of 'em close to your Heart; then, than I should have the Satisfaction of seeing you repent of all those Evils which you have made me suffer. As I know you to be a very good Christian, so I cannot but persuade myself that you will reflect seriously, that it is not a Venial Sin, thus to make a poor Mortal suffer and languish, who loves you better than his own Life: Heaven that hears me is my Witness, that what I have said falls very short of what I feel, and that if it continues long I must die: This will be the first News, Madam, which you will hear, if you don't alter your Mind, of being so inhuman as before. I remain even to the very last Gasp of my Life, the most sincere and passionate of all Mortal Lovers.  
Mademoiselle de Grammont happened to be at Madam Maintenon's, when she received this Letter, and after having perused it, she fell a laughing, and told Madam Maintenon; I must acknowledge that the Marshal de Boufflers has a very pretty way of writing. I could scarce have believed that a Soldier could be endued with so much Gallantry. Sure Mademoiselle, replied Madam de Maintenon, you are not in Earnest; does not Love take its Rise even in the very midst of Arms, and is not Gallantry the most essential Character of a Warrior? Don't we see your Alexanders, Caesars and Pompey's inclined to this tender Passion in the midst of their Conquests, despising to reap the Fruits of their most glorious Victories, without the soft Embraces of their beloved Mistresses? Love has been in all Ages the Delight of Great Men, and is of all other Passions the most innocent, provided it be used with Moderation and Discretion, which indeed, are the Two Foundation-Pillars of Human Felicity. What is more natural than to love that which is amiable? The very irrational Creatures themselves, if they see any thing surprising, cannot avoid looking upon it; and can it appear strange to you, Mademoiselle, said the Lady very pleasantly, that our Marshal de Boufflers, who has a very discerning Judgement, should stand amazed at your Beauty, and a thousand other engaging Qualities, too too powerful for him to resist? Madam, answered Mademoiselle de Grammont, you show as much Generosity as the Gentleman himself of whom you speak, thus to conceal my Faults. I could wish myself Mistress of those Perfections, which you are pleased so freely to attribute to me. Ah! fair Creature, replied the Lady, don't oppose a Truth which is really due to your Merits, Poor Boufflers is only too sensible of it, 'tis that which has touched his Heart to the Quick. And do you really believe it, Madam, replied the young Lady coldly, Is it possible that the Heart of so genteel and so gallant a Man as he is, can be wounded at this time? Oh! I much doubt it. And why so, ' pray? replied Madam de Maintenon; those that have so many Mistresses don't always part with their Liberty, but commonly keep their Heart to their own Disposal. There is a vast difference between that sort of Love which is bestowed upon a Mistress, and that which belongs to a Wife. An unmarried Person, without some little Love-Exercise, grows dull and good for nothing. It seems as if some little Love-Intrigue serves to animate his Vital Spirits, and renders him more acceptable among Women. I will allow it you, Madam, said Mademoiselle, provided these Intrigues are not carried on to that height as the Marshal de Boufflers has been accustomed to do; there is none that can be ignorant of his Love. Adventures. And what extraordinary Matter is there in all this, Mademoiselle, replied the Lady, smiling, he will be the better able to find the way that leads him to the Glory of pleasing you, a Man cannot be too well skilled in the Art of Love. But, Madam, said she, sometimes these conquering Gentlemen pay dear for their Knowledge. Soft, soft, my Darling, cried Madam de Maintenon, don't you believe that the Marshal has very good Skill in Women? Indeed I know him to be so nice in this point, that I dare engage for him. Madam, your Surety is without Exception, answered Mademoiselle, and I will rely upon all that you have said, and hope you'll give me Leave to depart for this Time, that I may be at Leisure to give him a suitable Answer to his Civilities. In short, Mademoiselle, said Madam Maintenon, rising from her Seat, you'll do very well; for he is a very worthy Gentleman, who does not deserve to be slighted. You do not know what Time may bring to pass, perhaps he may one Day become your Husband. Mademoiselle de Grammont had no sooner left the Abbess of St. Cyr, but retiring into her Chamber, she wrote the Marshal these following Lines.  
SIR,  
IS it possible to believe, that you should be so much in Love, as you pretend, after you have Travelled through so many Countries? Perhaps, all those Ladies whom you have hitherto met with, wanted sufficient Charms to engage your Heart: Besides this, you would induce one to believe, to your Advantage, that you have an inexhaustible Stock of Affection for those, whom you would persuade they deserve it. But, if one may take the boldness to tell you, that since that Fire you speak of, as often as it is transplanted, loses every time somewhat of its innate Vigour, it must of necessity follow, that (according to your own description) it cannot be so vehement, except it be upon the Paper, where, in my Opinion, it acts with its utmost Energy. I am willing, nevertheless, to believe thus much for your sake, that there may be left some small remainders of your Heart, which you are ready to offer me as a second-Hand Sacrifice. In return of this your fine Present, I will also promise to you so much of my Inclination as is suitable to it; I mean so far as to accept it: This aught to be taken as something not fit to be despised; for you know, Sir, that even the least Boon that a Lady grants to a Gentleman, immediately is dignifyed with the Title of a Favour, which is commonly represented through a magnifying Glass, much bigger than it is really intended: But let it be as it will, I am willing to bestow somewhat upon it, to have the satisfaction of hearing it said, that you have some Affection for me, and that at present I am the sole Mistress of a Heart, which formerly was shared among so many Beauties.  
The Marshal having read and kissed the Letter a thousand times over, found it very witty, and extremely well writ. How! cried he, laughing, who has made you so well acquainted with my former Amours? You have a very pretty way of upbraiding me very wittily with all my former Mistresses. Ha! I don't dislike this Humour of yours, for out of what you say, I am sufficiently convinced, that you don't hate me: And the last Reserve which you offer me of some part of your Inclinations, tho' but very small at present, is nevertheless very acceptable to me; Time, I don't question, will provide for the rest, and abate much of your Cruelty. While the Marshal was thus talking, Judith came into his Chamber with a pair of Point de Venice Ruffles, which were some Days before torn in pieces in one of their amorous Skirmishes. Here, Mr. Dragoon, said she, throwing 'em at his Face, these are the Remnants of your fine Ruffles, which I have stitched together as well as I could. How now, you little saucy Baggage, answered Boufflers, where are you Manners? Is this your way of speaking to a Gentleman? I will promise thee, that to break thee of this familiarity, I'll make use of a good Birch-broom: I am not ignorant that when a Man and a Woman have been so closely acquainted as we, Love knows no inequality; nevertheless, I would have you keep yourself at some distance, for very good Reasons. And I Sir, replied the young Wench, would have you do the same thing with respect to me: Pray have a care, another time, not to make me Dance stark naked, without a Shift, round your Chamber, and then to pretend to put in backwards something which I did not care should— O what a pretty sort of Clyster you were about to apply to me! And what great matter is there in all this, you wanton Slut, cried the General, I was applying it in the right place, and where it does most good: I know very well whereabouts thou art now, thou wouldst have me put it in another place: No question, replied Judith, because that is the proper place where such Applications ought to be made. Well, well then, said the Marshal, throwing her upon his Bed, let us try whether I can Syringe you right there or not. Hold, hold, a little, Sir, said Judith, giving him three or four good Poults with her double Fist upon his Back, What the Devil are you going to do? Your Tools are soon ready; you might have asked first whether mine were so too. You Gentlemen of the Province of Picardy, are so brisk and forward; but I would have you not be so over-eager.  
The Marshal, in the mean while, little minding what she said, advanced apace, and that so furiously, that he drew Blood from the poor Girl, who then began to cry for her Maiden head, which, as she said, she had kept entire till that time. The Landlady coming some Hours after, into the Chamber to make the Bed, found upon the Sheets some few Drops, or Spots, the Marks of a lost Virginity, which made her not doubt any longer but that Monsieur Boufflers was wont to kiss his Laundress. The Woman, being acquainted with Judith's Mother, told her all that she knew concerning the Matter, and that she believed the General had debauched the silly Wench. Her Mother, who was a Herb-woman in the lesser Green-Market, and who pretended to be very careful of her Daughter's Honour, left all her Herbs and Seeds, running the same Evening directly to the Marshal's Lodgings, with one Hand on her side, and a great Stick in the other, where she thus began to accost him: I would fain know, good Sir, with what Impudence you could attempt to debauch my Daughter, whom I have brought up with so much care. I wish that S. Martin, who hears me, may punish me severely for all my Sins, if I don't tickle your Codpiece, except you restore my Daughter's Honour; a Pox! on your damned Tricks. The Marshal burst out a Laughing very heartily; And Mother Gobille (this was the Herb-woman's Name) said he, which way would you have me restore your Daughter's Honour, whom you believe I have— Truly these sorts of Breaches are never to be repaired. I know that as well as you, good Sir, said she, raving for Madness, but then I'll make your Purse pay for it. What! shall I see my Child turn Strumpet, and get nothing by the Bargain? No, before George, added she, lifting up her Stick, be you never so much a Marshal over the King's Armies, I'll lay this over your Head, except— Hold, hold, Dame Gobille, cried the Marshal, taking hold of her Arm, don't be so furious; how much do you demand for your Daughter's Maidenhead? You must let me have a Pennyworth, because perhaps I had it not all entirely. Then you own you had it, my good natured Friend, replied the Woman with her Eyes rolling in her Head, I'll swear you shall pay for't, or else I shall seize on your Field-Equippage, which is all you are worth in the World. And how dost thou know, my dear Bird, answered Boufflers, that that is all what I am worth? Who has given thee an account of my Circumstances? Thou art very impudent to treat a Gentleman of my Quality so rudely. Get thee gone for an impertinent Piece as thou art, thou deserv'st to be sound cudgelled with the same Stick thou hast the Impudence to lift up against me. Pay me, eryed the Herb-woman as loud as she could, pay me for my Daughter's Maidenhead, or else I'll go to my Lord Archbishop, who will make you pay dearly for it. This Holy Man knows the true value of a Virginity. You, Soldiers, are so enured to pillaging and ravishing whilst you are in the Army, that you make no Conscience of it at home. She could not utter these last Words without a whole Flood of Tears, so that our Marshal taking some Compassion of her, threw her a golden Lovis, telling her, That he thought he had paid dear enough for such a Bit. But she threw the Piece at his Head, saying, Is not this a very fine sort of Payment for so dainty a Morsel? You shall not come off thus, for I expect above Thirty of these, and you may be glad if I am contented so. You that pretend to be so fine a Gentleman, are you not ashamed to offer a Pistol for a Maidenhead? Fie for shame! let no body hear of it. If all the Ladies of Pleasure in this Town have no better Pay, it will scarce afford 'em Water to wash their Hands. And truly that is the reason why I was so careful of my Daughter's Maidenhead, till now; but since she has let the Cat taste of the Cheese, I suppose she will be no more at my disposal There, Dame, said Boufflers, who was quite tired with her Impertinencies, there are four Pistoles for you; Decamp immediately, or else I will order the Cannon, which I have sent for, to be discharged upon you. The poor Woman, being frighted at these Words, was about to pack up her Awls; but the Marshal repenting that he had not given her something more for her Daughter's Virginity, threw her down two other Pistoles, bidding her to be gone, without any further delay, which she did.  
Our General being left alone in his Chamber, and having recollected in his Mind all that had happened concerning Judith; he began to accuse her of Indiscretion in teling her Mother, of what had passed between 'em; not dreaming that it was his Landlady that had made this Discovery. When therefore she came the next Day to see him, according to her usual custom, he upbraided her with her Foolishness: But the young Wench swore that it never entered her Thoughts; telling him, That he ought not to take her to be so sottish, as to let her Mother know her Love-concerns, from whom she could not expect any encouragement upon such an Account. And who could speak of it else but you? replied Boufflers briskly. This Adventure will shortly be the whole Town-talk, and I should be vexed to the very Heart, if some of my Friends should come to hear of it, partly for your own sake, it being certain that it cannot be but to your great disadvantage. I fancy, my Lord, replied Judith, having mused for some time upon the matter, that this News came first out of your own Lodgings, and it is your Land lady whom I most suspect; she having observed me frequently to go to your Chamber, and that too sometimes at unseasonable hours: I know her to be an old makebate that is always ready to thrust her Nose every where. Besides, she is a particular Acquaintance of my Mother's, who serves her with Salads and Herbs at a cheap rate. I believe it to be true, said the Marshal, much vexed; but 'tis absolutely necessary to break off our Intercourse even at this very instant, and therefore I charge you to forbear coming to me any longer for very weighty reasons. Not that I ever shall have the least aversion to you, but on the contrary, I shall Love you better for the future than ever I did before, and I will continue to see you from time to time incognito; but so, that no body shall have the least knowledge of it; in the mean while take this, said he, (putting some Money into her hands) make the best use of it you can till we meet again. But above all things I expect you should make me a solemn promise, that you will carry matters on with discretion, and that you will not speak a word of it to any Person living, but let all be buried in silence, otherwise you'll have cause to repent it.  
The Laundress having given her consent to every Article which the Marshal proposed, was just ready to leave the Room, but before she was well got out of the door, she turned back again saying: But, Sir, if I should prove with Child, what must I do then? Who will Father it? Who knows but such a thing may happen? Go, go, my Child, answered the General laughing, that fear is is needless, as for what I have done to thee; if some body else has got thee one, thou must lay it to his charge; for my part, I wash my hands, knowing myself innocent as to that particular. Certainly, Sir, you are in a very pleasant Humour, replied the young Laundress, have not you taken true pains for it, that you are so willing to excuse yourself? Yes, my Dear, said the Marshal, but I am sure of what I have done. You have done as much as others can do, replied she, going out of the Room; Adieu, till the next merry meeting. And art thou sure of that, said the Marshal? O, cried she, making a sign with her hands, I must take my chance for that.  
Monsieur de Boufflers having thus got rid of his Laundress, he pretended to his Landlady that he was obliged to stay away from his Lodgings for some small time, but in effect to have another hard by Mademoiselle de Grammont: He gave orders to all his Servants, that if Judith should come to inquire for him, they should tell her, that he was gone out of the Town. His next business was, to pursue with all possible care his Courtship to Mademoiselle de Grammont, Who, by one of her Gentlewomen who was related to the Marshal's Landlady, had got some notice of his last Adventure? How, said she very wittily, Monsieur Boufflers, are you so hard put to it, as to be forced to take up with your Laundresses, who publicly proclaim your Feats, and boast of such a Gallant as you? If I were to advise you, provided you will give me leave to be so much your Friend, I would have you break off this Intrigue as speedily as possibly you can. Madam, answered the Marshal with some Confusion, You are every thing what you please to me: I am entirely at your disposal; I confess my Crime, which is no longer to be hid, since it is come to your Knowledge. I must own I had some engagement with my Laundress, who was not worthy of it; But what would you have me say, my incomparable Lady, but that a Man is a Man in spite of all his endeavours to the contrary. If I were so happy as to have a Spouse, my Flesh would not be so Rebellious, and I should not want means to appease its fury. But now I am troubled with a continual itching which— Here Mademoiselle interupting him with a smile: But said she Monsieur Boufflers, you know what our Holy Fathers teach us, that it is better to Marry, than to do worse. And since it is a Sin to have an amorous Commerce with other men's Daughters or Wives, why don't you provide one for your own self, that may be able to bridle the Lust of your Flesh, and take away the cause of such frequent Insurrections? What advice I give you is both for your own and the public Good. 'Tis very true, my adorable Lady, said the Marshal kneeling before her, But if I durst take the boldness to tell you, that if— Go on, go on, Sir in what you were about to say, cried the young fair Lady, I give you free leave to speak; What are your Words stopped in their very passage? I will take courage then, replied he with a loud Voice, Since you give me leave to explain my Thoughts. Yes very well, Sir, replied Mademoiselle with a serious Countenance, I have not laid my Hand upon your Mouth, as the Pope does to his Cardinals; you have full liberty to deliver your mind.  
Having received assurance from your own Mouth Mademoiselle, replied the Marshal, that I shall not offend you in freely disclosing the Sentiments of my Heart, I must tell you that I should certainly believe myself the most happy of all Mortals upon Earth, if Heaven had designed me for a Spouse so accomplished as yourself; but being always mistrustful of my good Fortune, I am afraid that this so much wished for happiness, will not fall to my share. It is a considerable time, since I first stifled this thought in my Heart, without daring to let it come to light, for fear it might be in any wise displeasing to you. Pardon therefore at this time the boldness I take thus to lay open to your view, even the inmost recesses of my Heart, which will at least ease it of some part of its pain, and done't refuse to give one word in answer, which shall be always most dear and acceptable to me, provided it proceeds from your own Sweet Lips.  
Mademoiselle de Grammont, being somewhat surprised at the ingenuous Confession of her Lover, and being willing at the same time to satisfy him that she had no aversion toward his Person, made no difficulty to tell the Marshal with a most charming Air; Sir If I were at my own Disposal, I would consult my own Heart as to what might be expedient for me to do in this Case; But, you are not ignorant, that I am to be guided by my Kindred, especially by my Brother the Abbot, who, without doubt will provide such a Match for me, as he shall find suitable to his Inclinations. Besides, you know very well, that it would be very unbecoming a young Virgin in my condition, to do any thing of this nature disagreeable to the sentiments of my Relations. I will not contradict you in this particular, Mademoiselle, replied the Marshal, but at the same time I hope you'll grant me, that your Kindred ought not to pretend to the disposal of your Heart; You being the sole Mistress of it, as well as of the rest of your inclinations. Pray Sir, let us talk no more on this Subject, replied she not without some disturbance; I have given you sufficient Reasons. I am then a very unfortunate Creature, replied Boufflers full of despair, in regard that I cannot obtain the favour to be heard so much as for one moment, by the Person I adore, who ever refuses me the Liberty of declaring the real Sentiments of my Heart. I call all you Saints to witness, whether ever any Sufferings were comparable to mine. I perceive very well, cried Mademoiselle de Grammont laughing, that you are very much out of Order, good Sir, I believe it will be best to send for a Physician, Alas! cruel fair one, cried the Marshal smiling, you are the Physician, if you please, that can alone restore me to health, but at the present you only apply Corrosives to my Wounds instead of Balsamicks. Is there any Conscience in your Proceedings? Don't you believe that you must be answerable for this cruel Usage, and give account for all those Pains you have caused me to endure? If you should make a real Confession of it to your Father-Confessor, I cannot be persuaded that he would grant you Absolution for so heinous a Crime. Nay, replied Medemoiselle, if we should acquaint our Father-Confessor with the flattering Expressions and Lies, which you Gentlemen are pleased to tell us, we should e'en make a pretty Story of it: What Answer would these Religious Men make us, but to say, That these, being Venial Sins of small consequence, we may easily be pardoned in not believing you, who so seldom or never speak truth, when you pretend to make Love? For sometimes you shall meet with one, who immediately runs desperate or mad; whilst another is just at the point of Death, and talks of nothing but Daggers which are to pierce his Heart: Others are continually Whining and Pineing all in Tears, so that they can do nothing but sigh and talk of their Sufferings and Pains, which (as they give out) can never cease but with their last Breath. This is a short Panegyric upon your Love-Passion, which is always Languishing, and is Variously represented by you to serve your turn, accordingly as you shall find a fit opportunity.  
Very well then, Mademoiselle, said the Marshal, feigning to be surprised at the Learned words of his Mistress, That the Pains of Love did not cease till Death; And who can pretend to procure the Death of so Powerful a Deity? Marriage, Marraige, Sir, replied the fair Lady: I say, the Conjugal Union will quench the most violent Flames of Concupiscence, and annihilate their force. What is become of those most violent Passions, what of those great efforts of Love, which once appeared in our great Monarch Lewis XIV. towards a la Valiere, a Montespan, and several others, whom he has quite abandoned since, as if he never had had any knowledge of 'em. Madam de Maintenon told me the other Day, that the King would not so much as suffer 'em to be spoken of in his presence. Alas! take my Word for it, there is nothing in this Sublunary World, but what is continually subject to change. You ought not, Madam, answered the Marshal, to reflect upon these matters at your Age; this part of Morality is too solid for you at this time, to take up your Thoughts: You ought rather, to endeavour to make use of the advantage of your blooming Years, in making one of your Adorers happy by the sweet enjoyments of the Matrimonial State, to your mutual Comfort and Satisfaction. This is that which you ought to apply yourself to, without loseing one Moment longer.  
Fair CLYMENE, improve your lucky Day;  
[continued he singing.]  
For Time flies fast, and Pleasures glide away.  
No matter for that, Sir replied Mademoiselle de Grammont, we seldom have occasion to repent of having been too Wise or Discreet. Do you believe that there is any real Felicity in the enjoyment of the Pleasures of this World? I can assure you, that I never thought myself less happy, than since the time I left the Nunnery, where I was before, and where I enjoyed a most delightful Tranquillity both in Body and Mind, which in the management of Worldly Affairs, is continually distracted by a thousand troublesome Contingences, which are daily incident to us poor Mortals, during our abode in these Terrestrial Mansions. If my Brothers had not engaged me to come and live with an Aunt of mine, who upon her Deathbed made me promise her to Marry, I would never have left it, O cried the Marshal embracing her, I am overjoyed my most lovely Creature, to understand from your own Mouth, that you are resolved to Marry. What a happy Man will he be, added our General transported with passion, who shall be the possessor of so incomparable a Lady? Therefore I must go to consult the Oracle at Versailles (Madam Maintenon) to know whether this shall be my Destiny.  
Mademoiselle de Grammont, who very well understood his meaning as to this familiar Oracle which is very advantageous to its Favourites, could not forbear laughing, and said she to her Lover, You have free access to this Sibyl without the assistance of any Mediator; you are more in her favour than any one at Court; and no Question, she will tell you your Destiny without dissimulation. May Heaven be propitious to me, I will go to consult her to morrow, Madam, answered the Marshal de Boufflers, but it must not be without your good Company, you shall also learn your Destiny from this Oracle. That is the least of my Concerns, replied Mademoiselle de Grammont, carelessly, let Heaven dispose of me as it thinks fit. O what a good Christian! O what a pretty Child is this! said the General, who leaves herself altogether to the disposal of Providence; there are but very few Persons in our Age, who are so careful of the Welfare of their Souls, and are disposed to take so good a Resolution. I must attribute it in some part to your Holy Mothers, the Vrselines, among whom you have been educated, and who have inspired you with these noble Sentiments. When I see the Abbot de Bonne Avanture, I will not forget to acquaint him, how prudent and devout you are. I suppose he will not be displeased at it, Sir, replied the young Lady, as she was just arising to meet Mademoiselle de Pontriant, one of her Acquaintance, who was come to give her a Visit.  
The manner of Conversation being in an instant changed with the Company, they began to be much more Jovial than before: For this Young Lady, being of a very frolicksome Humour, would needs divert 'em with a Story of a Servant-maid of hers, who being Heartsick for a Sweetheart, the young Lady told her, Yes, yes, Echalotte, he will shortly come to see thee: For I have been told, that he is already upon the Road, coming on purpose to give thee a Visit. I pray God that the Holy S. Miclotie may safely conduct him hither. Do you say so, Madam, replied the poor Wench, and holding up her Hands, I will, said she, say a Pater Noster and an Ave Mary for him; which she actually did, and that too, with so much Innocence and Devotion, that every one was amazed at it. A little after she came to herself, I left her, and they tell me since, that she is pretty well recovered.  
The Marshal de Boufflers and Mademoiselle de Grammont, looking at one another, laughed heartily at the Story of Mademoiselle de Pontriant, who having diverted 'em for some time longer, with such like Adventures, took her Leave of our Lovers, whom she left at liberty to renew their former Discourse. But the Marshal having soon after, recalled to memory his intended Journey to S. Cyr, left his Mistress, and went directly from thence to pay a Visit to Madam Maintenon: No sooner had he entered this Lady's Closet, introduced by Sister Nicolle, but, said he, Madam, I am come hither to consult you, no otherwise than an Oracle or some great Deity, whose Power it is to dispose of me, my whole Destiny being solely put into your Hands. Pray, tell me, whether I shall be happy or unhappy, and whether I shall obtain for my Spouse a certain charming Lady of your Acquaintance, who relies upon your Decision of her Fortune, looking upon you as her Governing Planet, from whence she expects nothing but a favourable Aspect and benign Influences. And, pray Sir, replied Madam Maintenon, who is this Person, who puts so much Confidence in me? I'm extremely obliged to her for the good Esteem she has of that mean Ability I have to serve her, but I am not so skilful as you imagine, I did not at my Birth receive that Gift of Prophecy. How, Madam, replied the Marshal, can you be ignorant of that Beauty, over which you have so powerful an Ascendant? she does nothing without your prudent Counsels, and you are the very Soul that guides her Inclinations. Don't you know Mademoiselle de Grammont? Yes, Sir, said the Lady, she is a very charming Person, for whom I have a most singular Respect, and whom I should be ready to serve upon all occasions. Is it her then, continued she, my dear Child, whom you are desirous to have for your Spouse. Truly I see you are endued with a discerning Judgement; I can assure you, that you have made a Choice not unbecoming yourself, for, besides that she is vastly rich, she is very well looked upon at Court, for her extraordinary Endowments, which make her to be admired by every one. Madam, said Boufflers, with somewhat of Impatience, all my Felicity depends upon your Favour, in regard that she has sent me to you to know whether this Match is like to be prosperous on my side. She refers herself entirely to your Determination. You are in Jest, Sir, replied Madam de Maintenon, with a smile, you speak thus to satisfy your own Inclinations, which are wholly bend upon this Lady. Mademoiselle de Grammont is a young Lady, who has a great deal of Wit, and perhaps told you this, to free herself from your amorous Importunities. Believe me, Sir, she herself is not destitute of Subtlety, she knows very well what she has to do, without consulting me as her Oracle If, nevertheless, it lies in my Power to do you any Service with her, I am ready to do it with all my Heart, for several Reasons. You must manage her softly and by degrees, she being of a sweet and quiet Disposition, don't overload her with Compliments, as it is natural for you Gentlemen to do when you make Love to Women, without considering, whether it be suitable to their Humour or not. I give you this Advice, as to a Friend, for whom I have some concern. You know that you have the Repute to have played the Gallant a little too much, in your younger Years, and perhaps something of it may be come to her Ears, as well as your late Adventure with the Laundress. She has given me once already a Touch as to that, replied the Marshal, but I am in good Hopes, that this unfortunate Accident will not make any great Impression upon her Mind, and that she will bury in Oblivion the rest of my Amorous Trespasses, which I have unluckily committed in former Time. I much question it, Sir, replied the Lady, for she has always been educated among the Religious Vrselines, the strictest Order in all France, especially as to sensual Pleasures, upon which they look as so many Monsters, that strive to devour Mankind, and to exclude 'em from Paradise. If you are dextrous enough to insinuate yourself into her affection, you are a happy Man; but you'll find the Conquest not very easy. Above all things, I would advise you, to deal sincerely with her, she being a great Lover of that Virtue. I will endeavour, Madam, replied the General (having made first a profound Reverence to her) to follow your wise Counsel, and I will strive to gain the Affections of this Beauty, by all the most sincere and honourable means that can be found out. Madam de Maintenon having given some further Advice to the Marshal, concerning his Marriage, and received his humble Thanks; he returned to his Lodgings, where he began to meditate upon the event of his intended Marriage.  
The next Day, after Dinner, he gave a Visit to Mademoiselle de Grammont, who being just a little before, gone to S. Cyr, and he not thinking it convenient to interrupt the Discourse that might pass between this fair Lady and the Abbess, stayed at some distance from the Abbey. But she making a longer stay than he expected, and being on Horseback, followed only by one Footman, 〈◊〉 took a turn in the Wood of Vincennes, He had not been there long, ere he espied the Livery of Madam de Maintenon afar off; and not questioning but that his Mistress was with her in the same Coach, which went on with a very slow pace, he, with a Hand-gallop, advanced nearer to 'em. Mademoiselle de Grammont being placed at the same side where he came, let the Glasses down, and saluted him not without Blushing; which Madam de Maintenon having immediately taken notice of, she made a Sign to our Marshal, to make him sensible, that this sudden Emotion could not be interpreted otherwise, than to his advantage. He soon understood the meaning of the Sibyl of Versailles, and being unwilling to surprise his Mistress, he looked another way, as if he had not observed this change of her Colour.  
Madam de Maintenon, who was ready upon all occasions to second his Love, told him; And what, Sir, makes you come hither? What is it that enforces you thus to wander so far in this Solitude? Perhaps 'tis some amorous Melancholy, which has carried you into this Wood You have guessed it to a Hair's Breadth, Madam, cried he, and I protest to you upon my Faith, That nothing else has brought me into this solitary and delightful Place. The Marshal, said Mademoiselle de Grammont, interrupting their Discourse, is always employed in some new Love-Intriegue or another, in which he seeks his Diversion. 'Tis true, Mademoiselle, replied Madam de Maintenon, he was made both for Love and Wars, and his noble Heart, Hero like, triumphs over both. Madam, replied Boufflers, in a very submissive and respectful manner, you that determine all Matters before you, with equal Skill and Goodness, pray don't deny me Justice: My Heart is like a Slave, that is accustomed to wear Chains without regret. 'Tis no hard matter to conquer it, provided the Person who attacks it, be like Mademoiselle, whose force it is not able to resist. You always are very gallant, Sir, said Madam de Maintenon; and what do you think of him, my Dear? Madam, replied the fair Lady, I cannot think otherwise than that you judge in favour of the Marshal: 'Tis a Character peculiar to a gallant Man, to be always tender and complaisant in Lady's Company; and tho' he should not be so in good earnest, yet he ought at least out of a Principle of Gallantry, to make 'em believe so. But, as to flatter myself so far, as to believe that it is in my power, by any means, to disturb the Repose of Monsieur Bousflers, I am well satisfied 'tis much beyond what I can pretend to. Ha! what do you say, Mademoislle, cried the Marshal transported to that degree, that Madam de Maintenon could not forbear laughing, there never was any Person living upon the Face of the Earth, who could be more capable of making me unfortunate, than yourself? Pray look, Mademoiselle, replied the Abbess of St. Cyr, in a very obliging manner, what effects your Charms have produced upon the Marshal: Alas! how much altered he is since the time that— 'Tis very true, replied the Marshal de Boufflers, I don't rest Day or Night; and from that very moment that I began to be in Love, I found my Heart so continually distracted and tormented, that all whatever I felt before in my Life-time, is not comparable to it. I know who is the cause of it, and it's for this reason that I cherish those Evils, which, when I rightly consider 'em, cannot but be very charming to me. As far as I see, said Madam de Maintenon, you are both happy and unhappy at the same time, and I don't question but that Mademoiselle, who is all Goodness, will take some care not to let you suffer so much for the future: She will undoubtedly take some Method or another to make you more fortunate. Do you not give your Consent to what I say, incomparable Lady, added Madam de Maintenon, taking our young Lady by the Hand? I'll see, I'll see, Madam, replied she with a Smile, I believe the Pain which the Marshal talks of, not to be so violent, but that he may have a little patience, till some body else apply a Remedy to appease it; I am not so skilful in giving Relief to such Gentlemen as he, who are continually in want of the Assistance of fair Ladies.  
The Marshal would certainly have made some gallant and agreeable Reply to his Mistress, if Madam de Maintenon and Mademoiselle de Grammont, had not both stepped out of the Coach, on purpose to take a Walk upon the Grass, which was very green and pleasant at that Season of the Year. Boufflers walked constantly by his fair Mistress' side, to whom he told a thousand tender and passionate Things. At last he entreated 'em to go and refresh themselves at a fine Countryseat hard by, belonging to a particular Friend of his, which he made use of his own. But Madam de Maintenon not being willing to go, they agreed to defer it till another Opportunity. The care of the Abbey, which lies altogether upon me, said she, after a very devout manner, (not to speak now of the Engagements I have to use a great deal of Complaisance to the King, who has his particular Humours) does not allow me so much time, as to think of Pleasures: Not but that he is a very good natured Prince, but his Majesty very often insists upon doing Things which I should not approve of, if I had the liberty to explain my self; so that being frequently obliged to pass a great many things by in silence, it causes me many a vexatious Hour. I cannot but admire at what you say, Madam, replied Mademoiselle de Grammont, the whole World looking upon you as the most fortunate Lady in Europe. You are beloved by a great Monarch, who does nothing without your Advice, and who does every thing to please you: In saying thus, I avouch nothing but what is allowed of by all the World. O Mademoiselle, said this Lady, consider, that all that glisters is not Gold. I often think of a certain Proverb, which was in use a long time before I was born, and which I find to hold true still, That no Condition of Men is free from Troubles and Anxieties. It is very true, what the Princess de Conde told me the other Day, That a mean Shepherdess, often receives more satisfaction in the enjoyment of her innocent Pleasures, than the greatest Lady in the Kingdom. It is not always Worldly Grandeur and Lustre, that makes us happy in this Life; or that we ought to look upon as our Sovereign Good. I don't disagree with you, Madam, answered the young Lady, but I hope you will not also deny, but that an eminent Station in this World, is very agreeable to Mankind. And I tell you, Mademoiselle, said the Marshal abruptly, to put an end to your moral Doctrine, which carries us too far from our purpose, that of all the Pleasures that this Life affords, Love is the sweetest; I mean when one Loves sincerely, and is beloved again; for if Love be not reciprocal, I am not for it, as knowing that it is so far from being delightful, that it is nothing else but a continual Misery. All the World is for Pleasure, replied Madam de Maintenon; we Mortals scarce think of any thing else, not considering that both they and we pass away like a Dream, and that one day we must all be accountable for our Actions; and you Gentlemen of the Blade, don't think that you will be exempted from it. Good faith! answered the Marshal with a great deal of indifferency, I don't overload myself with those things, I lay 'em all, as often as I go to Confession, upon my Father-Confessor's Back, and that is broad enough to bear 'em. This good Religious Father, as soon as he finds the Pence come in, tells me always, that he will find out means to cleanse me from my Sins, that I shall appear as white as Snow, tho' I were as black as a Chimney-stock before.  
You are very happy in your Father-Confessor, replied the Lady, for our Father lafoy Chaise does not tell us so: He talks of nothing else to us but Penances and Mortifications, and at last of all perhaps he will tell you, We are uncertain what will become of us. But pray where could you find out such a Father-Confessor, who is so favourable to you Soldiers, who seldom believe Heaven or Hell? Madam, replied Boufflers, I found him out by good chance; yet he belongs to the Professed House of Jesuits in Paris, and for my part, I was never so curious as to inquire after his Name, provided he does but grant me Absolution of what they call Sin, I don't trouble my Head any farther. This is truly living like a Cavalier, answered Mademoiselle de Grammont, laughing outright; Madam may very well say, that you Officers of the Army, believe neither Heaven nor Hell. O Lord! Sir, into what Errors do you run headlong; the very thought of it makes me tremble: O Mademoiselle, said Boufflers, we are not so irreligious as you imagine; 'tis a sort of vulgar Error which has prevailed throughout the World to our disadvantage. I hope to see Heaven as soon as one of your most Religious Zealots. I have a good stock of Indulgences, which I have picked up in all Parts of Europe, enough to serve myself and all my Dragoons. Make much of 'em Sir, answered Madam de Maintenon, for they may stand you in good stead, when you are in Purgatory, where you may be in danger to burn all your life-time, without a good Preservative. I mean your Soul, which will never perish. By my Faith! Madam, you frighten me, said the Marshal, steping some paces backward, pray let us talk no more of these everlasting Flames, they put me in a fright: These little pretty Devils that possess our Hearts, are far more agreeable. I acknowledge it, Sir, replied the Lady, but these are often the occasion of our eternal Sufferings. In the mean while let us implore Heaven to preserve us from them, and let us alter the Scene, for I perceive that this too much disturbs you.  
Our Ladies then being again gone into their Coach, and our Marshal having remounted his Horse, they returned to St Cyr; from whence Monsieur Boufflers accompanied his Mistress to her own House, where having taken his leave of her, he went to sup that evening with some of his Brothers-general. They having observed a certain paleness in his countenance ever since he courted Mademoiselle de Grammont; the Count de Montal, who was among the rest at the Table, began thus to address himself to the Company. If Men were subject to the Green-sickness, I should be apt to believe, that the Marshal de Boufflers was troubled with it. But since this Distemper is not incident to us Men, I will speak no more of that. I am rather inclined to believe, said the Duke de Villeroy, that it is his Maidenhead, which sending up some Vapours to his Brain causes this paleness in his Face: 'Tis high time to marry him, lest his Distemper should prove mortal. It is a great while, gentlemans, replied the Marquis de Boufflers, since my Maidenhead is flown up into the Air, and if it be there still, I believe it to be a good way off. The Devil take me if that be the cause of my paleness; or else I am strangely deceived in myself, for I am sure I have given it over and over a thousand times: if I should show you a List of all my Mistresses, you would be convinced of the truth of it. O the very thoughts of it tickle my fancy at this very moment, continued he with a passionate Air. I am transported with the very conceit of it, Sir, Sir, said the Count de Montal, addressing himself to the Duke de Villeroy, and pulling him by the sleeve, let us deal a little more charitably with our friend, I see his colour change, our discourse may put his Animal Spirits into such a ferment, as to make him faint away: Some Wine here, said he to one of his Footmen, some Wine here for the Marshal de Boufflers: come, Sir, drink to your own inclinations. Well then, reply d the General, pulling off his Hat; Here is a Health to that charming Beauty which I admire. You should rather have said, reply d Valleroy laughing, a Health to all those fair Ladies you love, for I am of opinion, that you have a good many of them in all Parts; and I am also apt to believe, that since you have served the King, you have never been present at the besieging of any Town, but that at the same time you have conquered a Heart and forced it to pay you Homage.  
Sir, replied the Marshal, you are pleased to honour me beyond my deserts, in enrolling my Name among those of your great Conquerors: My amorous and warlike Expeditions are neither of them so considerable as you think fit to represent 'em, and my most glorious Love-exploits have terminated in the Conquests of certain pretty young Damsels, who were not undeserving of what pains I took for 'em. But I have now laid aside all these former slight Engagements; I am resolved to be wiser for the future, and wholly to devote myself to one Mistress, whom I intent for my Spouse, if I can attain to that good fortune. I know that the sighs of an old Lover seldom find good reception among Ladies. They are commonly look d upon as your ancient Slaves, who have nothing to do but to wear their Fetters, rarely meeting with the lucky minute.  
Ha! Now you speak of the critical minute, said the Duke de Villeroy; if I had been inclined to make use if it, a very fair opportunity presented it sells three or four days ago, when walking over the new Bridge, a pretty young. Fan-flap, pulling me by the Sleeve, whisper d me, Have you a mind to be merry to night, my Lord: I had a great mind to do it, but— That But, Sir, said the Marquis de Boufflers, laughing, stopped your passage. Yes indeed so it did, reply d the Duke, I was afraid I should be pepper d off for all my Life-time: We often pay at too dear a rate for such sorts of Commodities. Nevertheless, she was the best humour d Wench that ever I saw. Surely, answered the Count de Montal, if she were so charming a Creature, I wonder how you could forbear; I believe you were fain to put a great force upon your inclination: I ll lay you a Wager, if the Marshal de Boufflers had been in your place, he would not have been so cautious as you; and I am apt to believe, that this perhaps may be the cause of his pale countenance. No, indeed, Sir, replied he very seriously, it was never my humour to meddle with such sort of cattle, I had always an aversion to them because I cannot endure to go into the Country upon that account. If all men's stomaches were turned against 'em as much as mine is, they would be all thrown over the Bridge into the Seine, without taking the trouble to send them to the Plantations in Canada, and other places, where they communicate their pestilent Distemper to those poor Wretches who have the misfortune to deal with 'em.  
By this time the intended Match between the Marshal de Bouflers and Mademoiselle de Grammont, began to make a great noise among the people of the greatest quality at Court. Our two Lovers frequently received Visits of the Ladies, where the chief entertainment was of nothing but Gaiety and gallant Diversions: Repartees, one of the best exercises of Wit, were not wanting in those Intercourses, which sometimes were put so close, that it turned to ridiculing one or another of the Company; and though some of them were very smart, yet were they so well managed, that none could take any exception. One day, among the rest, the Count de Surlaube had his share of it. He had married Mademoiselle de ... Daughter to the Marchioness de Brese, who was not above 12 years of age when she was engaged to her Husband: A very tender age indeed, to endure the fatigues (especially the first night) of a Husband of such a bulk as the Count was, he being one of the fattest and most robust Gentlemen in France. The Marshal de Boufflers, having a mind to divert the Company, and addressing himself to the Count asked him: How he could possibly overcome so difficult an enterprise? Sir, answered the Count, As great a General as you are, I am very well convinced, that if you had been in my place, you would have sooner chose to undertake the Conquest of one of the most considerable Forts in Flanders.  
At these words all the Ladies that were present, burst out aloud into a'laughter. But the Count, who is a very pleasant Companion, thus continued his Discourse; Monsieur Boufflers, we shall have shortly the opportunity to see which way you'll go about it; if you'll permit me to teach you some Lessons, as to this particular, I only desire your leave to hold the Candle, whilst you perform the operation. If you should perhaps be deficient in some formalities, I promise you I will be your Assistant, if it may be without offence to Madamoiselle de Grammont, who could not forbear smiling at it. Signior Count, replied Monsieur Boufflers, You are come to that age that you cannot but be sensible, that all you are able to do in such a case as this, is only to assist me with your good Counsel. And if we may give credit to the common report, you could not at that time pass the Ditch without a great deal of difficulty; Nay, I have heard it affirmed for truth, that you were not able to make yourself Master of the Counter scarp till six months after the Trenches were opened. If this be true, I must confess it is one of the most famous Sieges that we have known of; and if you had not received Succours from the Relations of the Countess your Lady, it is a great question to me, whether you would not have been obliged to raise the Siege. The Countess, who was present during the Contest, blushed at this Discourse, but this Colour (which is so natural to all civil Women) being a little gone, she did like the rest, who laughed all as heartily as they could.  
The Count then resuming the Discourse: To complete your Diversion, Ladies, said he, I will give you an exact History of what passed between my Spouse and me the first night after our Wedding. The Marchioness de Choisi a very grave Matron, told him, That the Ladies would not be against it, provided he would be cautious in offering any thing that might be offensive to the fair Sex. Ladies, said the Count, In case I tell you nothing but what is true, and that I give you a faithful Relation of the whole History, I don't question but you will pardon the rest. The Countess, my Spouse, who is here present shall engage for me as to that particular; and I give her free leave to silence me, if I speak one word of untruth. Well, well, let us have it then, unanimously cried the Ladies, except Mademoiselle de Grammont, who being the only Maiden Gentlewoman in the Company, whispered her Lover the Marshal de Boufflers, in the Ear, That she was afraid that this story would make her uneasy; that she foresaw the Count was preparing to give a relation so circumstantial as to those matters, as would make her colour rise in her Face, because she was upon the point of being married herself, and might perhaps be subject to the same frailties. But Monsieur de Boufflers bid her have a good Heart, telling her, My dearest Child, you must be inur'd by degrees to the hardships and toils of War, your time draws near when you must begin to carry Arms, wherefore I would be glad to see you undertake the task with constancy and brave resolution; that when you see the Enemy making an Assault, nothing may terrify you. Let us hear, continued he, what the Count will say: the good Counsels of a valiant Captain who has undergone the toils of Cupid, Wars, often furnish us with a piece of Morality, which may have more influence as to the conversion of a fair Lady, than all the insipid moral Doctrine of a Sermon preached by Father Crasset.  
Monsieur de Boufflers is much in tke right on't, said the Count, he has not bestow d all his time in burning of Villages: he has learned by experience, as well as myself, how to give good doctrine to young people. I am of opinion, added he, speaking to Mademoiselle de Grammont, that when you have made one Campaign under him, you will be skilful enough not to stand in need of my Instructions: Mademoiselle de Grammont gave no other answer to the Count, but by a Smile, which appeared more eloquent at that time than all the Sermons of Father Bourdalou. The Marshal, her Lover, was so charmed with her Modesty, that he could not forbear to rob her of a Kiss. Soft, soft, said Madam de Tilladet, you will have playing time enough; a Fire that burns too fierce is not lasting; a moderate passion is always the most constant and durable. By my faith, Madam, said Monsieur Bouffiers, we are only making Matches now, that when the day appointed for bombarding the Place comes, every thing may be in a readiness. Don't you know that I love Expedition; if I should march into the Field, and should find but one Nail wanting in my Train of Artillery, I should be stark mad: Then turning himself to Mademoiselle de Grammont, his beloved Mistress, whom he embraced; and said he, I only desire this one thing of you, that you be willing to receive the directions of your General. The first Attack is commonly fierce, but let not the sight of a little blood dismay you; every small wound we receive in the Wars is not mortal. If Love does wound us sometimes she is as careful in healing of us; and it was not without great reason, that Moliere named one of his Plays, Love the Physician. The Ladies, who were disposed to laughing, having silenced Monsieur Boufflers, that they might be diverted with the Story the Count had promised to tell 'em: I am content, my Ladies, said he; and as for Mademoiselle de Grammont and I, we will endeavour to profit by it as much as possibly we can.  
The Countess, my Wife, was but twelve years of Age, said the Count, when I married her. She being so very young had not the opportunity to learn those things which she has been taught since, and which she has now at her finger's ends, though she be not now above eighteen. Our Nuptial Feast was celebrated at the Marchioness de Brese's, my Wife's Mother. About an hour before we were to go to Bed, I went up into the Chamber where we were to lie that night, to inspect the Nuptial Bed which was prepared for us, and after I had carefully examined every thing, with all the Circumspection imaginable, I returned to my Spouse, whom I had left in the Hall among our Guests. The hour being come, when we were to go to bed, Wax-tapers were lighted, and the Gentlemen and Ladies having taken their leave, went every one to their respective Lodgings. Some of the Ladies at their departure, whispered something, I know not what, in my Spouses Ear, which I never have been able to learn since, neither from them, nor her own Mouth. I confess that this put me into some study for a few moments, considering with myself what small progress I had made over the inclinations of this young Beauty, which seemed to be born with a general aversion to all Men. Her early years nevertheless gave me some hopes to believe, that time, which ripens every thing, would overcome her stubborn Heart, and render it more flexible towards me, who omitted nothing to insinuate myself into her good Will, but all in vain. At last, my Spouse being undressed, and laid in Bed first, according to the usual Custom, and I having put on my Nightcap and Wedding Shirt, I ordered my Valet du Chambre to withdraw, and to shut the door after him, which he did. When I came nearer to the Bed, I heard something stir underneath it, which made me suspect, that some body was not far off ready to play me a scurvy trick; my Wife being as much surprised at it, as myself, I run all in a fury towards the Table where my Sword lay, which having drawn out of the Scabbard, I push d with it under the Bed, with a design to kill any one that should have hid himself there. I was much startled to see the Cavalier du Bless come out from under the Bed, begging my pardon a thousand times for his unseasonable curiosity, and telling me, That he would willingly have given 100 Pistoles, if he might have remained in the Post where he had plac d himself, if he could have done it without being discovered. I confess I stood quite amazed, yet it was impossible for me to forbear laughing heartily, when I saw the Cavalier creeping out from under the Bed, as black as a Devil, without a Periwig, and covered all over with dust. By my Faith, Sir, said the Cavalier, you have a very good Nose that you could so soon smell out a Rat. Indeed I should have been mightily pleased to have been a Spectator of the Engagement, and a Witness of your Victory, if it had not been for this unlucky accident, which has spoiled all. You must know, said the Count, that the Chamber-pot which stood under the Bed being overturned, I was about to take it up, when I espied the Cavaliers Foot, whom I told, That I did not want either a Second or an Umpire in the Duel I was going to fight; and, said I to him, the Devil take me, if I had not run you thro' and thro', if you had stayed one moment longer without discovering yourself: And so, continued the Count, I took my Gentleman by the Arm, and led him out of the Chamber Door.  
This Adventure being over, which I then looked upon no otherwise than fatal to a Man in my circumstances, who was amorous even to a degree of Frenzy; the only comfort I had left, was the hopes of having now surmounted all the obstacles which could by any means obstruct my Happiness in enjoying that young Beauty, which I had hitherto esteemed as the most difficult Conquest in the world. Being buoy up with this assurance, I put out the Candles, I pulled off my Breeches, and so into Bed I went, like a triumphant Hercules, who had defeated all his Enemies. But no sooner was I laid down, but I found myself alone, and thinking to take my Spouse in my Arms, I found nothing but the Sheets. I might call as long as I pleased, My Dearest where art thou? No body would answer me so much as one word. Now you must know that my Spouse had a certain Chambermaid, who was her Confident, unto whom she had represented the aversion she had to Men, adding withal, That if she did not find out some way or another to prevent her being overcome by her Husband that night, she would take a Resolution against her own Life. This Chambermaid was at last moved with Compassion by the Tears of her Mistress, whom, like a young Chicken, she saw in the Claws of a Bird of Prey, in danger of losing her most precious Jewel, which was her Virginity: her Name was Pasquette, and being very ingenious at such like Inventions, and willing to favour her Mistress' frailties, or rather fantastic humour, because she loved her very tenderly even from her Cradle, at last discovered a private door which she found means to open at pleasure, and thro' which our new married Lady, under favour of the darkness, was conveyed out of the Chamber, and hid herself in a Hayloft, with a resolution, rather to die than to suffer a Man to touch her.  
Ladies, continued the Count, I leave it to your own consideration, to judge in what a condition I found myself at that time. No Enchantment that ever I heard of, seemed to me so surprising as this, not knowing in the least that there was a Sally-port behind my Bed, because the Chamber was all hung with Tapestry, and having taken all the precaution imaginable to look before hand with a Candle in all the corners of the Room. I was stark raving mad, my Reason having quite left me, It can never be so, said I, except the Devil plays his Pranks here. I cried out, and made a hideous noise like one in Bedlam. I called her a thousand times by her Name, but I might call long enough there was no body that answered me. After I had made a sufficient Outcry, I rose at last out of my Bed, imagining that she might perhaps have hid herself underneath it, as the Cavalier had done before, whom I had hunted from thence. The Love and tender Affection which I had for her, were motives sufficiently strong to hinder me from taking up my Sword to fetch her out from thence, as I had done before to the Cavalier; besides, I was sensible, that I ought to make use of more gentle Arms against a young Virgin. Wherefore, after a great many vain Reflections, which almost distracted my Brains, I got under the Bed myself, where I crawled up and down for a considerable time, without being able to find any thing, so that now I began tobelieve in good earnest, that there must needs be Witchcraft in the case. No sooner had the Count spoke these last words, but his Spouse, and all the rest of the Ladies laughed very heartily. The Count perceiving how overjoyed they were at the recital of this Adventure, which had cost him so much vexation, and had almost put him quite besides himself, if he had not had courage enough to bear up against that Daemon, the Enemy of his Repose, could not forbear to give 'em this Lesson: Ladies, said he, you are those familiar Spirits, which are sent from the other world on purpose to damn and torment Mankind, and to make them die a linger Death. Whereupon the Ladies laughed as if they had been out of their Wits, and desired him to proceed in his Story. Ladies, replied Monsieur de Surlaube, we are far yet from the end of our Adventures. My unhappy Destiny which persecuted me, or rather that detestable Daemon, that would make me die the most cruel and violent Death that can be imagined, did not stop here. He had prepared for me these sufferings, which were sufficient to send the most constant and bravest Lover that ever was heard of in any amorous History, to his Grave. The Marchioness de Brese, the Mother of my new married Spouse, being at last awakened with the noise I made, came running all undressed into my Chamber, ask me, Where her Daughter was? I answered her, all overwhelmed with Grief, That I did not know what was become of her; that she had disappeared like a familiar Spirit, without knowing which way she went, except she were gone out thro' the Chimney, because the Windows were very closely shut up. This good Lady having understood what I told her, was in an incredible Agony about her Daughter, verily believing, that the same Chavalier, who had hid himself under the Bed, had stolen her away: She was so much troubled at it, that she would certainly have run distracted, if Pasquette, the Chambermaid, had not whispered her in the Ear, that she knew where she was. And where is she then? said the Marchioness, taking the Candle up herself, Let us look in all corners. Pasquette having told her Mother, that she believed she had hid herself in the Hayloft, we all went thither in Procession, where we found her lying amidst the Hay, without any clothes, but her Wedding Shift. I leave it to yourselves, Ladies, said the Count, to guests, how much surprised I was to see her peepout of the Hay, like a Mouse out of a Nest of her own making, where she intended to have spent that whole night. The Marchioness her Mother taking her by the hand drew her away by force, she being very unwilling to to stir from thence, and having first given her a good Reprimand, she reconducted her into my Chamber.  
Being once more gone to bed, I spent great part of the night in endeavouring to persuade her out of this savage and barbarous Humour; but after I had endured the utmost fatigues, I found myself where I was before. Her Innocence and Youth, which were the cause of her crime, were all my Comfort, in hopes that time would work out that, which was impossible for my Love and Passion to effect. I might represent to her what I thought fit concerning the sacred Tie of Matrimony, which had joined us together, and that, for the future, we were to be but one Flesh, according to the true Principles of Christianity: That this was the most sacred and inviolable Knot of matrimonial and civil Society, and the only one in which consisted all the Pleasure and Tranquillity that we Mortals are capable of enjoying upon Earth. I did not forget to produce a thousand Examples of young Virgins, who having been married at the same age, had before the years end brought forth the fruits of their tender Love, in having honoured their Husbands with Children, which were looked upon as the Pledges of Conjugal Love, and as certain Blessings from Heaven. All these Reflections were in vain, and made no more impression upon her Mind, than if she had heard a Fanatic, or Mountebank, making an Harangue. Come, come, Count, said Monsieur de Boufflers, let us leave these moral Reflections to the Priests: Father Bourdalou takes care to furnish the Ladies with 'em in his Sermons: Let us hear the end of your Story.  
Whatever pains I took, continued the Count, to obtain from this inhuman Creature the last favour, it was all to no manner of purpose, so 15 days were spent in vain Attacks; and the more Bravery and Eagerness I showed to assault the Place, the oftener was I repulsed with Vigour; the Governess of the Fort taking as much Pride in defending it, as the Vestal Virgins did heretofore in preserving the sacred Fire. But pray observe what another trick she played me to free herself from my importunities. She having therefore again advised with Pasquette, her Chambermaid, who is as unlucky as a Daemon, and more ingenious at a contrivance than Ariadne; this cursed Megaera made her a Puppet about the same bigness as my Wife; and, because I had been so cautious as to get the Key of that private door behind my Bed into my own Custody, they had by somemeans or another procured a false one, by the help of which, they intended to deceive me, though I were as watchful as Argus. One night, supposing that no body was with me in Bed, but this cruel fair One, and turning myself towards her, I found in her place this Puppet, which they had taken care to dress up very neatly. Thus for several nights together, my Wife was accustomed to undress herself before me, so that when I thought myself most sure of her, I found in her place a piece of Wood as cold as Ice.  
O Sir, not to interrupt your Discourse, said Monsieur Boufflers, this was most convenient to quench your flame. 'Tis true, Sir, reply d the Count, but a Block of Wood is a very insipid thing for a passionate Lover. If you had been in my place, you would I believe, with all your Stratagems, Bombs, and Fireworks, have been put to a Non plus. You might have planted your Cannon, and fixed your Mortars, according to the most exact Rules of the best Ingineers of the Kingdom; you would have miss d your aim for all this, and that too, some hundred paces beyond the mark; and if at last you had not turned Fool you must have had very good luck. Sir, replied Monsieur Boufflers, the Art of War is of little use in Expeditions of this nature. The Subtlety of a Fox, and the Nimbleness of a Cock, are sufficient qualifications for such Exploits; these will make the Pullet's dance after their Pipe; take this Doctrine from me, Sir, as old an Engineer as you are. Sir, replied the Count, you are just at the point of giving us some proofs of your Bravery: Time and opportunity will questionless inform us, with what skill you shall have brought yourself off these Quicksands, where the most able Seamen have often suffered Shipwreck.  
But Sir, said the Duchess of Artagnan, whilst all the rest of the Ladies were laughing out, and what issue had this fatal Adventure? Madam, answered the Count, the end of the Story is, that it cost me a vast series of cruel sufferings, which made me lead a languishing Life like a poor condemned Wretch, for the space of six months; insomuch that I was verily persuaded, that this time of Penance ought infallibly to deliver me from the pains of Purgatory, if I should be condemned to go thither after my death; for I give you my word for it, that all the torments of Hell cannot exceed those pains which we endure by the cruelty of a charming Beauty so much beloved and admired as this unlucky Creature was by me, pointing with his finger to the Countess his Spouse, who laughed open-mouthed, when she saw her Husband relate this Story with so much concern. But you have forgot my dear Husband, said she, to tell us the circumstances of our Reconciliation. You are in the right on't, my dear Child, said the Count, but give me but leave to cough, and to cleanse my Lungs a little, and then Mr. Preacher will begin where he left off before. Having thus suffered all this cruel usage which I have just now related to you, and having taken no rest day or night for a considerable time, I told my Mother-in-law frankly, and plainly, That I was resolved to give her her Daughter again, as good as I had found her, if by her authority, she could not prevail upon her to accommodate her sentiments to the State of Matrimony. The Marchioness, being moved by my complaints, at last resolved to call an Assembly of Ladies of her next Relations, and having given an account to 'em of her Daughter's aversion to the Conjugal Bed, and to all Men whatever, she ordered a most magnificent Collation, which was to be the preparative of one of the most famous General Councils that ever was held among Women. At last, after the Doors of the Apartment, where these Ladies were assembled were shut up close, the Defendant was called up to appear before her Judges, where she was examined concerning the present state of her natural Parts, to see whether she were an Hermaphrodite, or whether she had some other impediment, which might exclude her from the enjoyment of the Conjugal Union.  
All Parts thereabouts having been found in a very good condition, and conformable to the Rules of Anatomy, (according to the report made by a certain expert Matron, who was sent for on purpose to assist at this Inquisition) and the Generation-box being found without blemish, they passed on to Interrogatories. The Marchioness, my Wife's Mother, being there present in quality of my Lady Chief Justice, demanded of her Daughter, What was the reason that she refused to live as a married Woman ought to do, with a Man whom Heaven and she had given her for her Husband; there being nothing wanting in her Person which Nature had bestowed on the rest of her Sex for the bringing forth of Children; especially since the Count her Husband was a Man of a very considerable Estate and Quality, descended from one of the most ancient and noble Families in France. She added, That the hopes of begetting lawful Heirs, was the only motive that induced him to desire her in Marriage; there being otherwise a considerable disproportion in their Age; that he grounded his opinion upon her being so young, and descended from a fruitful Family; for which two reasons, he thought himself sure of Children that might inherit his Estate: And finally, that he was the last of his Family, which was the chief consideration that had made him resolve to marry at that Age. The poor Child answered her Mamma, that the Count had so frighted her, that she would much rather go into a Nunnery, than to let that be sacrificed which was the most precious to her in the World, meaning her Maidenhead. How! Daughter, what do you mean by this? said her Mother, full of indignation. Explain yourself, what reasons have you for so doing? Mamma, answered the young Countess, my Husband told me one day, I think it was just the day before our Wedding, that he believed he should not live long. And why so, replied her Mother. Because that he had— answer d the young Lady: O Lord! Mamma, I dare not tell it. Speak out you Fool, cried the Marchioness, there is none but Women here. He told me, answer d the Countess, that he had a certain Gut that would come out in ... If it be so, Mamma, I cannot possibly lie with him, because I know not what it means. At these words, all the Ladies fell a laughing as loud as they could for a considerable time. But to come to the end of my Story, added the Count, my Mother-in-law, and the rest of the Ladies who were there present in Court as Assistants, did so tutor this ignorant Girl, and explained this Gut in Terms so lively and natural to her, that the poor Child at last was over-persuaded to sacrifice her Maiden-Treasure, which she had hitherto so carefully preserved; so that after six months' Marriage she was made a Wife: the Prodigy of our Age, and perhaps the most extraordinary one that ever was heard of before.  
The Count having finished his Relation, Madam de Tilladet and the rest of the Ladies, taking the Countess de Surlaube on one side, asked her, Whether her Husband had spoke nothing but the truth as to all the circumstances of his Narrative. He has been very punctual, replied the Countess, laughing as loud as she could. My dear Child, said Monsieur Boufflers, addressing himself to Mademoiselle de Grammont; and how do you like this Story of the Gut? shall I be as unfortunate as the Count? I am devilish impatient, continu d he; if any thing like this should happen to me, my Wedding-day would be that of my Funeral. Sir, replied Mademoiselle pleasantly, if I thought I should act with as good success as the Countess, I should take it to be the greatest pleasure in the World to let you languish for some time. She accompanied these words with so charming a smile, that the Marshal was easily convinced, that at her Age she was not so ignorant as Madam de Surlaube had been, and that whenever that time should come, she would not stop her Ears to his demands.  
The Marshal answered her by a thousand amorous looks, telling her, That he was not ignorant, what delight young Ladies would often take to play a spiteful trick with their Gallants. I think, said he, that 'tis much more excusable, when it proceeds from a Principle of Modesty and Innocency, which is natural to so tender an Age. In such a case as this, I should be so far from tormenting myself about it, that on the contrary, I should esteem it as the most delicious and most savoury Dish Love can afford us: I should then look upon myself to be the Possessor of the whole stock of Charms and sweet Fruits that Love is able to give to a Lover; and that I might flatter myself, even to an assurance, that I was the first who put the Blow into that ground, which I think to be the greatest, Charm peculiar to a Beauty that never saw daylight before. This is so great a rarity, continued the Marshal, in the Age we now live in, that such a Mistress is to be accounted a Phoenix. Our modern Gallantry in use among Ladies, is like an Academy of young Beauties, where at the Age of 14 they are so well instructed in these matters, that they will scarce refuse a good thing when 'tis once offered 'em.  
This is past contradiction, said the Count, de Surlaube. Monsieur de Boufflers Morals though somewhat remiss, come very near the truth, and probability pleads strongly for what he has offered. Experience has sufficiently taught us, that he talks of it like a Master, and that the Draught which he has given us of the Intrigues of the fair Sex is done to the Life. For my part, added he, I foresee already that he will have no reason to complain of his Lady s cruelty, and that his Happiness will be more complete at the very beginning, than mine has ever been as yet; though thanks to Heaven, I have no reason to complain now of her, who made me suffer so much before. You ought to attribute your Felicity replied Monsieur Boufflers, to the explication of the Story of the Gut, for without that, I believe your Lady would have been a Maid to this day.  
Monsieur de Boufflers had scarce spoke these last Words, when a Page of Madamoiselle de Grammont s came to advertise him, and his Lady, that Madam de Maintenon's Coach was at the door. This Lady had not seen our Lovers for some days last passed; and as she of all the rest that were at Court, showed most concern for their Happiness, and had her self been the first that spoke in Monsieur Bouffler's Favour to Mademoiselle de Grammont; nothing was transacted in carrying on the Match without her approbation. The Marshal and Madamoiselle de Grammont, went immediately out of the Room to receive her at the Stair-head, she being accompanied by the Abbot de Tellier, Brother to the late Marquis de Louvois.  
Madam de Maintenon at her coming into the Chamber, being overjoyed to meet with so much good Company, all the Gentlemen and Ladies, of whom we spoke before, entertained her with all the Courtesy imaginable. The Marshal de Boufflers himself presented a Chair to her, and the Marchioness de Maintenon having taken her Seat Nephew, said he, (for so she was won't to call him) I have some good News to impart to you. And what good News, pray Madam, said the Marshal. I just now came from Court, replied the Machioness, where the King told me, that his pleasure was, that those obstacles, which have hitherto obstructed your Match should be removed, His Majesty, added she, is resolved to beg in the Campaign very early and therefore will soon have occasion for your Service in Falnders. It is for this reason that he will have the Marriage forthwith consummated, and that all shall be over in fifteen days. I am very glad to bring you these good tidings, that both you and Mademoiselle de Grammont may take yorr measures accordingly. I don't question but you are already so far advanced into your Mistress' favour, that she will not be dissatisfied with this sudden change. I know that young Ladies at her Age, are not so backward to taste those secret enjoyments which Love offers; the first night after Marriage, supposing this to be true, I believe you both have an equal share in this satisfaction.  
Madam, answered the Marshal, except I show d differ from all the World, and that my Heart show d be quite insensible; how could I choose otherwise than to be charmed with the engaging allurements of such a Person as Mademoiselle de Grammont. I am already all over in a flame, according to my natural disposition, and this fire cannot but burn with great vehemency, when 'tis fed by an object more bright than the Stars. Give me leave, added he, looking upon Mademoiselle de Grammont, with a very passionate Eye, give me leave, my most Adorable, to speak what is due to your merits, and do you accompany my words with your charming smiles and your sweet and amorous glances, which being the interpreters of your Heart, may assure me of what your Tongue is unwilling to express. The Mashral spoke these words with such a grace and presence of mind, with so frank and becoming an Air, that he was applauded by the whole Assembly; and his Mistress found her Heart assailed by a thousand amorous transports. The Eyes of this fair Lady, the faithful Interpreters of the tender passion and shamefacedness of a young Beauty, who always receives the caresses of her Lover with silence, because Modesty requires it; made their addresses to him, giving him to understand the most secret and sincere motions of her Heart.  
A Lover who is beloved is Master of the secret of unfolding these amorous Riddles, which are no small addition to the variety of Love sports; so that if a Mistress will but favour that Person with a smile, unto whom she has given her heart before, he needs not covet any thing more, to make him the happiest Man in the world. This was the condition in which the Marshal was at that time with Mademoiselle de Grammout. The Marchioness de Maintenon, who was very expert in this noble Art, might easily judge that her Nephew had no reason to repent of the pains and trouble he had undergone for a Lady of that quality and merit as Mademoiselle de Grammont was, whom she had first brought into his acquaintance. And that which increased her satisfaction, was, that she could now applaud herself to have been successful in the choice of one of the chiefest Ladies about Court for her Nephew, whom she ever looked upon as her adopted Son, and in whom she took a more than ordinary delight.  
All the actions of our Marshal have always met with the approbation of the Marchioness de Maintenon, who has showed all the kindness to him that could be expected even from a Mother, from the beginning of his appearing at Court till this time; which has been the main cause of his Preferment. Whenever the King had a mind to talk of his great Officers, Madam de Maintenon would seldom let slip the opportunity to enlarge upon the Merits, Vigilancy, Bravery, and undaunted Courage of her beloved Favourite: These Encomiums coming from the Mouth of one who had such a sway at Court as Madam de Maintenon; who both at that time and at present, bestows what favours she thinks fit within the verge of it; having by the continual care she has taken to please his Majesty, got such an Ascendant over this Monarch, that she is, as it were, his right hand, and he seldom does any thing of moment without her Advice: Monsieur Boufflers at last, by her frequent Intercession, was advanc d to the Dignity of a Marshal of France. This was the highest Pinnacle of her, hopes to see her Favourite so dignifyed, not questioning, but if the difficulty were once surmounted, she might find means to accomplish this Match, which she had projected long before; and which without that advantage scarce would have come to a happy conclusion: for, Madam de Grammont would hardly ever have been prevailed upon, to give her Daughter in Marriage to Monsieur de Boufflers, who was then but a Soldier of Fortune; having, as she was won't to say, taken a resolution, to bestow her upon none less than a Marshal of France, who might be answerable to that high renown, which the Marshal de Grammont had acquired by his Heroic Achievements.  
But we will lay aside for some time these Reflections which only appertain to to the Hero of our History, and give you a particular account of some passages of that August Assembly, where were present all the Noblemen and Ladies of the highest Quality at Court. They entertained one another with a thousand pleasant Stories, and among the rest with several of their own adventures of Love and Gallantry. For the greater satisfaction of the Reader, we will make choice of some few of the best, and such as seem most worthy to be taken notice of, they having been unknown hitherto in public; and in regard that I was present at this entertainment; so I will undertake to relate them with all the faithfulness imaginable.  
Madam de Maintenon having for some time harkened to the discourse of some of the Ladies, concerning what News lately happened in Paris, began to speak thus. Ladies, I am about to give you a relation of a most Tragical Story, which will appear to be the more particular in its kind, the more extraordinary and surprising it is in itself. I have it, added she, from Father La Chaise ' s own Mouth, not above two days ago, when I was with him last, and it is so much the more certainly true in regard that it happened to himself not above fourteen days before. When you have heard all the circumstances of the whole matter you'll be convinced, that some things are transacted in Paris, which are buried in eternal oblivion. And if it so fall out sometimes that such like things are discovered, 'tis owing to Providence which brings them to light to convince us of the Vanity of this World, and to make us sensible of what abuses are daily committed among Men. At the same time it must be acknowledged, that Gallanary is the famous Theatre, where, these Tragic Parts are displayed; this occasions more horrible crimes than any thing else that I know of, The following History will furnish us with a notable example to prove my Assertion.  
Father La Chaise told me, that on the 24th of April last passed, about a quarter of an hour after twelve a clock at night, when the whole College of Jesuits were in Bed, there came to the Door of the Monastery a Coach with six Horses; and a Footman coming from behind the Coach, rung the Bell at the Gate. The Porter, being in his first Sleep, did not hear him immediately, which made the Footman ring again so loudly, that the Porter was awakened at the noise he made. The Porter having asked, Who is there? the Footman answered, That he desired him to open the Gate. Brother Ambrose (which is the name of the Porter) told him, That 'twas not in his power, because the Rector of the College had forbid him to open the Gate so late to any one whatever. The Footman made answer, that they wanted a Father Confessor for a Person of great Quality, who was just at the point of Death; and that it was a case of very urgent necessity. Brother Ambrose, having understood these words, opened the Gate, when the Footman told him, That he was come to fetch Father La Chaise; that the sick Person of whom he had spoke before, whose Name he was not to tell, was desirous to have Father La Chaise, and no body else, for some very weighty reasons, which related to the satisfaction of a wounded Conscience, and the Salvation of an immortal Soul. Brother Ambrose told him, That he would go up to Father La Chaise ' s Chamber, and let him know what he said. The Footman prayed him to make all possible haste he could, by reason that no time was to be lost. Brother Ambrose having awakened Father La Chaise, informed him of what he knew of the matter. Father. La Chaise having asked him the Name of the Lord or Lady that sent for him. Brother Ambrose told him, That by the Train and Equipage it should be a Person of the highest Quality. He also told him, that there was a mourning Coach at the Gate, drawn by six black Horses: That the Coachman, Postilion, and four Footmen, who attended it, were all clothed in black; that they appeared as black in their Faces as Negroes; and that they had no Flamboys along with them, neither could he devise what might be the meaning of it, because they refused to tell the Name of him who had sent them.  
Father La Chaise being by this time got out of Bed, went down to the Gate himself, where the same Footman, who had spoke before to the Porter, said, Good Father I entreat you to get up into this Coach with six Horses. Who is it that sent you to fetch me? replied Father La Chaise, Good Father, said the Footman, We came from a Person of the first rank in the Kingdom, who desires to impart to you something of great consequence before he dies. He is not inclined to have any other Confessor, but yourself, and we dare not tell his Name, because we are forbid it. Father La Chaise, who could not discover whose Equipage this was, the Footmen being all disguised by their black Faces, like your very Negroes, thought it most convenient to advise with the Rector, Praefect, and other Superiors of the Order, whether they would approve of his going along with those unknown Persons. He began to make serious reflections upon the matter; his Head being filled with jealousies, that perhaps some Person of Quality disgraced at Court, and excited by discontent, hatred, or revenge, against his Person, might by this means endeavour to get him into some private place or another, there to serve him an Italian trick, without being any more to be heard of for ever.  
All the good Fathers being got out of their Beds, and having weighed the matter with deliberation, it was resolved, that Father La Chaise, who was so dear to theirwhole Order, ought not to expose himself to this hazard. The Rector being of opinion, that some body else ought to be sent in his stead. Father Bourdalou generously offered himself. But being come down, the Footman who had spoke to Father La Chaise before told him, That they had orders to bring along with 'em none else but Father La Chaise, and that he need not make any scruple to trust himself with 'em, they being assured that he would be in no more danger, than if he stayed in the Convent. For the rest, they desired him to consider, That the Welfare of a Soul lay at stake, and that it was one of the greatest Men at Court, whose Conscience could not be satisfied till he had seen him; that there was not much more time to lose; that if he tarried one quarter of an hour longer, it was to be feared it would be too late, because the sick Person was almost at the last gasp.  
Father La Chaise, who shows much zeal in matters relating to the Salvation of Souls, being moved at these words; entreated the rest of the Fathers to let him perform his duty in a place whereto his Conscience called him; and so, in spite of all the dissuasions of the Rector, Praefect, and Father Bourdalou, who went down with him to the Gate, he resolved to go, whatever might come of it. Having therefore crossed himself three times with the sign of the Cross, he went into the Coach. The Coachman, lashing the Horses sound with his Whip, drove away with a full Gallop. Father La Chaise, though it was very dark, did take as much notice as possibly he could of all the Streets and by-lanes thro' which they passed; and though he knew exactly all the places throughout that vast City; yet he was never able afterwards to find out any of those parts thro' which he was conveyed; the Coachman being ordered to drive round about some parts of the Town, passing and repassing several times the same Streets, the better to deceive the Father, and to prevent any discovery of those places thro' which they went.  
In the mean while Father La Chaise lying along the bottom of the Coach, began to make a thousand ominous Reflections, accusing himself of Imprudence to have so slightly exposed himself to the utmost hazard of his Life. But as the case now stood, the best advice he could take was, to set his Conscience at rest, and to prepare himself for Death, in case he should have occasion to die at that instant. Conformably to this Resolution, he made a full Confession of his Sins to Almighty God, begging pardon for those that he had committed since his last Confession, and for all such as might not then occur to his Memory, adding, that if he had done some ill office to some great Man or another with the King, who stirred up by his hatred against him, had resolved to make use of this opportunity to draw him into a Snare, which should cost him his Life; he prayed God to forgive him, because the Station he was in, of being Confessor to the greatest Monarch, made him against his Will, often liable to the Discontents of the Courtiers, who laid claim to some office or another, which were often bestowed upon others, by his solicitation.  
Having been thus perplexed in his thoughts for a good half hour, he came to the place where he was to be set down. The Coach having stopped, he saw a Footman coming out of a great Gate, which was all hung with black Cloth, that hid the Coat of Arms belonging to the Family, to keep it from his sight. The same Footman, having in one Hand a Flamboy made of black Wax, opened the door of the Coach, and with his other Hand helped our Father out, who was conducted into a great and and very fine Palace, all hung with black; several Footmen all with Flamboys made of black Wax in their Hands standing at the Stair-foot, from whence they led him up Stairs, two stories high backwards into a very fine Apartment. All the Domestic Servants were clothed in black, as were likewise their Faces, shining as if they had been true Black-moors. This was contrived on purpose to deceive Father lafoy Chaise, who perhaps had seen them a thousand times in his Life time, but was not able to give the least guess at them under this disguise.  
This Apartment was like all the rest, hung all over with black, and as soon as Father la Chaise was entered, all the Candles were put out at once, so that all upon a sudden he was left quite in the dark, and conducted up to the other end of the Room, where a Chair was set for him under a Canopy, upon a piece of Tapestry spread upon the floor. When he was set down, he could hear the voice of a Lady bewailing herself, and imploring the mercy of a Person, who as he understood, was about to put her to death for her unfaithfulness. Come, come, Madam, said the Nobleman, your Father Confessor is ready, you have but a few moments to live, which you may bestow, in settling your Conscience. The time draws near, for me to revenge myself in putting an end to your Life: I pray God to forgive you your sin.  
Immediately after, the Lady was conducted out of an Apartment hard by under favour of the darkness, directly to the place where our Father expected her coming: Father lafoy Chaise by her Confession, was informed of the crime, which was the occasion of her death, but she did not say one word, either concerning her own Name, or his, who intended to put her to death, and whatever pains he took, he could not bring out one word from her as to that matter; till at last, the Lady perceiving the curiosity of her Confessor, told him, that she was afraid, lest his Curiosity might prove fatal to him, and that therefore she advised him not to dive any farther into the matter, or to oblige her to commit an indiscreet Act, because, if her Lover should get the least notice of it, he would certainly be the death of him, and would perhaps provide for him the same entertainment, which she was about to receive,  
There needed nothing else to silence our Father; for in an instant he lost the use of his Tongue, not speaking so much as one word more, but employed the rest of his time in harkening to this disconsolate Lady, whilst she made a particular confession of all her sins, which, having asked pardon of Almighty God, she received Absolution from the Mouth of her Confessor. It is to be observed that during the whole time, as well as before, that the Lady was with him, they were without light; so that he had not the least opportunity to know her. But, to come to an end of this Tragical History; no sooner had the Father Confessor pronounced these words: Absolvo te, or I absolve you, but a certain Gentleman-Usher came to re-conduct this unknown Lady into a Room next by, where a Bath was prepared for her. After she had been undressed by her waiting Gentlewomen, she entered the Bath, and being set upon a Chair, the Veins in her Arms and Feet were opened, till all-her Vital Spirits having left her with the Blood, she died in the same manner, as Seneca did heretofore, this being looked upon as one of the most gentle kinds of death.  
Father la Chaise was reconducted to the same Coach, which had brought him thither, attended by the same Coachman and Footmen, who carried him back to the Convent, but by a quite different way, than what they had passed thro' before, having made so many turnings and windings, that 'twas impossible for the good Father to remember them, who, besides this, was very glad to see himself return safe and sound, and to have paid no dearer for his Journey. As soon as they were come again to the Gate of the Monastery, one of the Footmen opened the Coach-door, and rung the Bell to awaken the Porter. Father la Chaise coming out of the Coach, had no sooner set his Feet to the ground, but away drove the Coachman, whip and slash immediately out of sight, not staying to see whether the Gate were opened or not. As soon as the Porter had let Father la Chaise in, he went up directly to the Chamber of the Rector and the Praefect; O my good Fathers! said he, I never heard of any description of Hell more terrible than what I have seen, since I left you. Every thing about me was black and frightful, the most dismal Funeral pomp that ever was beheld. Then Father la Chaise gave 'em an exact account of all that had passed, without being able to tell 'em one word, which might contribute any thing towards the discovery of the Noble Man's Name, or of that of the Lady, who had received Absolution from him. The good Fathers were extremely surprised at the strangeness of the Matter of Fact, which appeared to 'em so terrible, and so Tragical, that the like had not been known in Paris, in the Memory of Man: And what I have told you, added Madam de Maintenon, is true even beyond contradiction, Father la Chaise being the Man who was concerned in that Affair, no longer than some few weeks ago; from whose own Mouth I have received it, with all these circumstances, which I have related to you.  
Madam, answered Monsieur de Surlaube, Love is a strange capricious Passion, it is the cause of great Evils in this World, the fewest of which come to our Knowledge, the rest being buried in Eternal Oblivion. If Men are once possessed with jealousy, it makes 'em furious, and incapable of Compassion towards their Mistresses; the least slip they make, is sufficient to raise in 'em a suspicion of Unfaithfulness, which is enough for 'em to render their Mistresses Criminal in their sight. I cannot deny it, Sir, replied Madam de Maintenon, but Methinks this Crime ought not to be looked upon as so enormous, as not to be expiated without death. A Gentleman of Honour ought to take Compassion of the frailty of the Fair Sex. And if they will needs make it a rule to be inexorable upon that account towards their Mistresses, why should not they with justice, pretend to the same right, to inflict such rigorous Punishments upon their Lovers when they prove treacherous. We are pretty well acquairted with the Qualities of your Sex, added the Marchioness, if Women are sometimes unfaithful, you I am sure a thousand times more; the least thing in the world makes you changeable. How many do you think there are of your Men of Fortune in the World whom Baron has so lively represented in his Comedys? I believe there are very few among you all, but what may find their true Character there; and turn it which side you will, you do us the greatest Injustice in the World, thus to exercise your Tyranny, in exacting a blind Obedience from our Sex, and to deprive us of that small share of Liberty which is allowed us. If you Gentlemen were all to be put to death, as this poor Lady was, of whom you have heard this Tragical Relation, as often as you prove perjured and unfaithful to those several Ladies unto whom you have sworn one after another an inviolable Love, confirmed by most sacred Oaths, the common Language of Lovers; I believe verily there would scarce be any one living but that deserved to undergo the like Capital punishment.  
Hold Madam, said the Marshal de Lorge, you have fairly shown your skill in pleading the Cause of your Sex; but I hope you will give me leave to tell you, that their natural constitution seems to require from them more Reservedness, Constancy and Fidelity, than from us Men. This is the only Heroic Virtue in your Sex, to be faithful; this is the only Charm by which you captivate us, and which makes Men so passionate towards you, and which besides this, distinguishes Virtuous Women from the crowd of wanton Jilts, and common Prostitues; who ought to be esteemed as Monsters; and for whom a Man of Honour can never have those sentiments which are, as it were, Spice to make Love savoury to the taste. Insomuch that upon the whole, this fickle Humour in Menought to be considered as a slight Trespass, and not as a Capital Crime; as you would willingly represent it. If a Man has more Mistresses than one, he may be respected for all that, as a Gentleman of Honour and Probity; whereas a Woman that prostitutes herself to many, loses inevitably all that modest and innocent behaviour, which are the inseparable Companions of Virtuous Women; and without which 'tis impossible for a Man to be charmed, or to be made sensible of any real satisfaction from a Lady who does not possess these Endowments. The Marshal de Lorge is in the right on't, said the Count de Surlaube. Your too forward Women are just like your sparkling Wines, no body cares to buy them. That which renders Love delicious, and which makes Men amorous and passionate, is that Innocence which we admire in the Person beloved. The most real and sweetest pleasure, a Man is capable of enjoying with his Mistress, is, the delight he takes to instruct and breed up a young tender Heart, which may be compared to your pure Wines, which are still upon the Lees; or to a Rose gathered early in the Spring, when it just begins to bud: And that is, what properly ought to be called a Maidenhead, without seeking any further for it, as most Men do, who seldom find it any where else, but in conceit, when their Brains are heated with amorous Fancies.  
Madam, added the Count, addressing his Speech to Madam de Maintenon, We are here teaching a Doctrine, which may seem to savour somewhat of Libertinism, and which I don't know how it may relish with you: All I have to say is, that considering the circumstances of the time, our Friend Boufflers being so near his Wedding-day, we could scarce pick out a more agreeable and diverting Subject. One may, without Flattery, continued the Count laughing, tell him, that he is the happiest of all Men in the choice of a Mistress, who will make him sensible of all those Charms we have spoke of just now with so much Commendation. Mademoiselle de Grammont is one of those rare Beauties, which have not as yet been brought to light, and whom the God of Love himself takes care to instruct in his Charms, and to make her sensible of all his mysteries. The Abbey of St. Cyr, where she has resided of late, has not been a little instrumental in preserving these charming Qualities, which few of your young Ladies in Paris can boast of, who perhaps have been more conversant in the Affairs of the World, and have had the opportunity of making more Conquests, but which, if truly considered, are nothing but Vanities. For example, why must we be pestered with so many Abbey-Lubbers about the Town, who make it their chief business to visit Ladies, and to talk to them of their Passion? How many beautiful Damsels are there in Paris, who are fond of the flattering Praises bestowed upon them by these insinuating Tartuffs, who ought to say their Breviary, instead of playing the Gallants? I am not able to endure, Madam, continued the Count, all these Extravagancies, I cannot but pity on one side those poor simple Creatures, who suffer themselves thus to be cajoled by these Sparks with their little Bands; and on the other, I am at the same time surprised at the Impudence of these Rascals, who acting the Libertine, do not make any Conscience of seducing abundance of young Gentlewomen of very good Quality, who quite spoil their Fortune by these extravagant Courses.  
I do declare to you, replied the Marchioness de Maintenon, that I am no great Friend of these Sparks of the Collar-band; and if his Majesty would follow my Advice in this particular. I would have 'em meddle with nothing but their Breviary, without giving 'em the opportunity to scamper about to Debauch our young Women. If they have not the Gift of Continency, and the Frailty of their Flesh will not admit of this Doctrine taught by the Holy Fathers; I would have their black Coats pulled over their Ears, to give 'em instead of it, a red Cloak and Sword, that they may have liberty to Marry.  
O Madam, answered the Count, 'tis under the Cover of their long Robes that they play the best of their Game; not to take notice here, of their Revenues and fat Benefices, which make 'em appear so fresh-coloured and of so ruddy a Complexion: It seems to me, as if these Sparks had alone the Touchstone in Hand, to try the goodness of all sorts of Metals; there is not a savoury Bit in Paris, but they have it at their Devotion. The most part of young Women are led away by 'em, as it were by so many Sirens, which enchant 'em by their Allurements, and the sweetness of their Voice; for most of these Gentlemen are well skilled in Music, which is in great esteem among the Fair Sex, who love to have their Ears tickled with harmonious Strains, by which Bait they may easily enchant 'em so far, as to catch 'em in their Nets.  
Let us not be any longer disturbed with these Abbots, said Monsieur Boufflers, let us talk of us Men of the Blade, who are the truly generous Souls; being very serviceable both to the State, and to the Commonwealth of Beauty, whose Representatives they always treat upon Honour. We are, added he, like Gold, the truest and best of all Metals, and if we were conscious to ourselves of having the least wronged the Female Sex, we should think ourselves unworthy of wearing a Sword. Hold, Sir, replied the Count de Surlaube, you run too fast; you do very well to Hector it in so good Company: For if we should begin to rehearse all your amorous Exploits, I question whether you could with Justice, make appear so much Sincerity on your side. But come, added he, we will not be too hard upon you at this time; Marriage is likely to cure you of this Volatile Humour, which was wont to carry you from one fair Lady to another; and you will be forced at last, in spite of yourself, to submit to those Chains and Fetter-Locks, which Love has prepared for you by Mademoiselle de Grammont. I am persuaded, you will look upon 'em as very glorious for you, because you have all the reason in the World to flatter yourself, of having obtained the most precious Jewel in France, and having married the most accomplished Lady of the whole Court.  
The Duke du Maine, who had not as yet been to compliment Monsieur de Boufflers and Mademoiselle de Grammont upon their intended Marriage, coming into the Room, did for some few moments interrupt their former Discourse. And the Marchioness de Maintenon, having looked upon her Watch, to see what a Clock it might be, rose up from her Seat, and told the Company, That she was, by Order from his Majesty, to be at Court at a prefixed time, about some Business of great Consequence. As soon as she was gone into her Coach, the Lords and Ladies began to sit round again, every one in his own place, passing away the time, till the Collation should be ready, which was preparing for 'em. The Duke du Maine told 'em, That he was just now come from the Abbot Tallement's, where he had spent an Hour the most agreeably, that ever he did in his Life-time. The Ladies asked him, With what? The Duke du Maine told 'em, That he had seen there, some of the finest Pictures that could be, and among the rest, a most curious Piece, in which the Ladies have a more particular Concern. In this Picture, said he, are contracted all the Perfections of the Fair Sex, to that degree, that there is not any one wanting, to make the Copy absolutely like the Original. To be short, it is an universal Piece, where all at once, are represented both their good and bad Qualities. And, what is the most surprising, all is done at one and the same time, without the least alteration.  
The Ladies being overcurious to be better informed concerning all the Circumstances of this Picture, which seemed to be a Riddle to 'em, and surpassed all their Imagination, begged heartily of the Duke, to give 'em a full Description of it. This I will do, replied the Prince, with a certain malicious Smile, but it is purely out of Complaisance and Obedience to your Commands. I am sensible, that Ladies love to hear a Declamation in their Praise, and that they would willingly have their good Qualities made known to the World; and I know not any thing which will suit better with their Humour, or please 'em better, than this following Description. I was just now, continued he, with the Abbot de Tallement, one perhaps of the most curious Men in Europe. After he had conducted me into his Closet, he showed me a Piece, in which was represented a very ugly Head: It had 3 Mouths, 6 Eyes, and 3 Noses, so that it appeared to me like a Monster. Besides this, there was painted on one side a Magpie and a Peacock; and on the other, a smoking Chimney.  
The Abbot asked me, Whether I understood the Riddle, and whether I was sensible of the rarity of the Piece? I answered him, That I could see nothing, but what appeared to me very gross and confused. And that besides, I did not understand the meaning of this Hieroglyphic, desiring him to explain it to me. Sir, said the Abbot, pray shut your left Eye, and with the other, look through this Hole. I did as the Abbot had directed me, who having taken a Cylinder, made of a piece of polished Steel, he fixed it opposite to the Hole through which I looked. In an instant, this Monster of a Head, the Magpie, the Peacock and the Chimney-piece, were, by a sudden Metamorphosis, changed into a Woman's Head, the finest and handsomest that ever I saw. The Abbot, having with one Hand, covered the Figure which represented the Magpie, the Mouths immediately disappeared; so that nothing was seen in the Cylinder but a Woman's Head, without a Mouth: Afterwards, having laid his Hand upon one of the Eyes, that were painted on the Piece, I could not see any thing in the Cylinder, but one Eye. I never in all my Life time, added the Duke du Maine, have seen such a curious Piece in the Optics. The Ladies, who began to be impatient to hear the Explication of it, could not forbear interrupting the Prince, desiring him that he would be pleased to explain to 'em the several Pieces, of which this Picture was compoed. Ladies, said the Duke du Maine, the 6 Eyes denote, that the Women would see all Things; the 3 Mouths, that they always begin to Talk first, and leave off last; the 3 Noses give us to understand, that they have a very quick Scent, and won't be easily deceived; the Peacock shows their Vanity; and the Magpie signifies, that they are always Chattering and Quarrelling: Lastly, the Chimney and Smoak are a Representation of their Inconstancy and fickle Humour; and all these Qualities are so essential to the Perfection of the Head, represented in the Cylinder; that if but any one of 'em be wanting, the whole is imperfect, as I have told you before.  
We must confess, said all the Ladies in general, this Picture has somewhat surprising in it. You must look upon it, added the Marshal, as a Panegyric, in Short-hand-Writing, upon your Sex. It's true, Sir, replied Madam de Tilladet, but this Encomium only expresses our bad Qualities. What, said she, addressing herself to the Duke du Maine, Sir, won't you do us the favour as to give us an account of some of your Optics, which may make amends for this, by representing us on the best side, with all those rare Accomplishments which captivate your Hearts, and make you our Slaves to wear our Chains, and to pay us Homage. This is true, answered the Duke du Maine, but it is much against our Will. At the same time, Ladies, added he, I would not have you think me so vain, as to pretend to set up for a Critic, or to draw upon myself the ill Will, as poor Orpheus did heretofore, of so strong a party, as the Women are. Whatever I have said, was done merely out of complaisance, and to satisfy your Curiosity.  
Madam de Tilladet seeing how dextrous the Duke was at turning the matter from himself, and in making his Apology to the fair Sex, for whom he had always shown a most particular esteem, being one of the most Gallant Princes about the Court; told him, That 'twas resolved among 'em, that all the Ladies there present, should go to Morrow, in a Body to the Abbot Tallement, on purpose to ask him, whether, what the Prince had related to 'em, were really so; and that if they could get this Picture, so injurious to their Sex, into their Hands, they should make a Bonfire of it, and burn it in some public Place, as 'tis usual to do with Books that treat of Magic. I must confess to you, Ladies', replied the Duke du Maine, that I took it no otherwise at first, till the Abbot Tallement discovered to me the whole business, and convinced me, that every particular of it, was a necessary consequence of the Rules of Optics, He showed me another Piece, no less surprising than the former, and which seems to contain somewhat supernatural in its kind: It is a Venice Looking-glass, which represents People that look into it, stark naked, If I were Monsieur de Boufflers, I would go thither with Mademoiselle de Grammont. This Looking-glass will give him a faithful representation of those Beauties, which young Ladies take so much pains to hide from their Lovers: And at once looking only in the Glass with his Mistress, he may learn more in one Moment, than two months' Courtship, and serious Conversation are able to teach him. Away, away, with these Trifles, answered Mademoiselle de Grammont, with a charming and pleasant Air, the Marshal has no occasion either for a Confident or for a Looking-Glass to discover my Defects. He is wise enough of himself, not to be surprised or to be imposed upon.  
Ladies, replied the Duke du Maine, since these pieces of Gallantry do put you out of Humour, come let us have a touch at Morality. The Abbot, said he, showed me among the rest, another Piece, which was no less surprising than the former, and as far as I remember, I never saw any thing finer, and more curious in my Life time. Well, let us hear what it is, said Monsieur de Boufflers, but let me desire you, Sir, not to offer any thing, to affront the fair Sex: I must needs tell you, that I am so very nice in that point, that I declare to you, I shall be ready to revenge their Quarrel, and even not to grudge, to employ my Sword in their just Defence, if there should be occasion for it. Wherefore Sir, added he smiling, and you had best have a care what you do. No, no, replied the Duke du Maine, this has no relation more to one Sex than the other; but all People are concerned in it.  
The Abbot Tallement showed me a large Painting, divided into three Columns: In the middle Column on the right hand, was represented, first of all, our Holy Father the Pope, as being the Chief of the Church, after him follow all the Cardinals; Archbishops, Bishops, Prelates, Abbots, Curates, and in general, all the rest of the Members of the Clergy. In the Column on the right side, you might see a great many Portraitures, representing Temporal Princes, as Emperors, Monarches, Kings and other Princes, followed by the Nobility and a multitude of Courtiers. The Column, which was on the left side, was filled up, with the third Estate representing the Courts of Justice; where you might see the Pictures of Lords Chief Justices and Judges, Masters of the Rolls, Counsellors, Attorneys, Solicitors, Notaries, Tipstaffs, Sergeants and such like. So, that this whole Piece was filled up, with an infinite number of all sorts of Persons belonging to the three Estates, every one in his Habit, according to the rank he bore in the Church, in the State or in the Courts of Judicature. The Abbot, after I had taken notice of the Medley, desired me to put one Eye to a Hole at one end of the Picture, and from thence to look upon the Cylinder which he had placed opposite to it, at the other end of it: All these different Objects, having made a reflection upon the Cylinder of polished Steel, this Instrument did represent, no otherwise, than in a Looking-glass, a Death's Head, extremely well done; to put us in mind of the end of all Mortal Men, who in what station soever, must all pay this last Tribute to Nature.  
I assure you, said Monsieur Boufflers, this seems to me, to be one of the most curious Pieces that ever was made in the World, and I will give you my Word, that Mademoiselle de Grammont and I, will to Morrow, do ourselves the Honour to go and wait upon the Abbot, and take a view of all his Curiosities. But that which is most admirable in this Piece, is, added the Duke du Maine, that if you cover any part of these Pictures, contained in the three Columns, with your Hand; the Death's Head, which is reflected in the Cylinder, appears defective, and there is some part or another of it wanting; to convince us, that none can be exempted from the unavoidable necessity of Dying. We entreat you, said the Ladies, directing their Discourse to the Duke du Maine, let us not talk any more of this doleful and frightful Subject, Death. Let us rather return to our Jollities, and divert ourselves with some Pleasant Story or another; they are most seasonable at this time, when we are met together, on purpose to be merry and pleasant. Mademoiselle de Grammont is most concerned in the matter, and it is chiefly upon her account, that the Ladies desire it. Because you will have it so, said the Duke du Maine, I will relate to you another very extraordinary Story, which perhaps you will look upon, as one of the most refined pieces of Necromancy; the whole being altogether full of Gallantry.  
The Abbot, continued he, having given us a view of all the Rarities in his Closet, took me on one side, whispering me in the Ear. Pray my Lord, bring the Ladies who came along with you, into this Spacious Apartment, I have a mind to show you the Masterpiece of all my Rarities; but don't you speak one word to 'em, you will divert yourself extremely, provided you let 'em know nothing of the matter; because they will perhaps be unwilling to see this Curiosity which indeed, will be very well worth your trrouble, and will undoubtedly give you more satisfaction, than any thing that you saw before. I went therefore, to fetch in the Ladies, and having taken the Duchess de Cheureuse by the Hand, to lead her into a very fair and spacious Room, which was just by; the rest of the Ladies followed us thither. No sooner were we all entered the Room, but the Abbor, having drawn a Curtain, and opened certain Windows; we looked into a great Plain, which extended itself beyond our Sight, and which appeared to us, to be one of the best and fairest Landscapes in the World.  
Sir, said the Abbot to me, do you see that Countryman and young Country-damsel there in the Meadows, I will make 'em come hither in an instant, in the same moment that I give the Word of Command, they shall come and present themselves in this Looking-glass. This was an extraordinary fine Venice-glass, of about six Foot high, covered with a green Curtain; the Ladies, who suspected some trick or another, began to laugh, but at the same time, gave the Abbot to understand, that they were very impatient to see the issue of it, because the Peasant and the Damsel were at above a Mile's distance from us: The Abbot, to satisfy the curiosity of the Ladies, who were very eager, took a Speaking Trumpet (the Invention of Sir Samuel Moreland, an English Knight) and pronounced these Words; You young Damsel, pull off your shoes, and come hither. The Damsel obeyed immediately, and at that very instant, appeared in the Looking-glass. For the Abbot, having drawn away the Curtain, which covered the Glass, and told the Ladies, that they should take notice of what they saw; they were very much surprised to see the same Damsel stark Naked in the Glass, which made 'em put their hands before their Eyes, tho' at the same time, they laughed as heartily as they could. Sir, said they, we have enough of this, it being more than we are able to comprehend; and we know our shapes well enough before hand, without your Enchanting Looking-glass. Lady's answered the Abbot, this is not all, I have another diversion for you, before we part. You Damsel, said he, put on your clothes, and go from whence you come. This being done, he again took his Speaking Trumpet, and having called the Peasant, he immediately appeared in the Looking-glass in the like manner, without any thing to cover his Nakedness; at this Spectacle, the Ladies with blushes in their Cheeks, run quite to the other end of the Room, tho' they could not forbear laughing at the same time.  
For my part, said the Duke du Maine, I did all that lay in my Power, to make the Lady's return to the Looking-glass, but could not prevail upon 'em. At last having diverted ourselves with these several sorts of most surprising Adventures; the Abbot commanded the Peasant to take his clothes, and be gone immediately, which he did in an instant, and flew away from our Eyes like Lightning. Good faith! Sir, said I, you are more skilful than all the Magicians put together; I wish I could learn your Art, the better to divert some Ladies at Court, who sometimes give me the Honour of a Visit. Thus Ladies, continued the Prince, I have given you a very diverting Story; which, methinks, should please you all, and if you will vouchsafe to take my advice, I would have every one of you get you such a Looking-glass in your Chamber, in which you may be able to take a full view of your Beauty, and of those Charms that make Men to be such Fools, as to run after you, and which you are always so careful to hide from our sight. Sir, answered Madam de Tilladet, if such sort of Pictures were exposed to public view, they would appear frightful to you; it is more safe to have 'em only in your imagination. Nothing is more in esteem among us, than what is concealed from us, and it is perhaps that which makes Love relish so well, and draws that respect from you, which you pay to the fair Sex.  
Suppertime being come, the Company broke up, leaving the Marshal de Bouffiers and Mademoiselle de Grammont by themselves, who spent the rest of the time in Amorous, Caresses; for Monsieur Boufflers did not part with his Mistress till pretty late at Night, when he went home to Bed; but his Head being disturbed with Amorous Fancies, he was not able to rest all the Night, sometimes he flattered himself that in time, his Mistress' Heart would be mollified, who hitherto looked but coldly upon him, yet so as to treat him Honourably and Civilly. I want something else besides Compliments, said he, this not being that which can make me happy.  
Thus he tormented himself Day and Night, which made him appear in a very Melancholy and Languishing condition, his Countenance being quite altered, so as to be scarce like himself; which at last turned to his Advantage; for Mademoiselle de Grammont having taken particular notice of it, begun to Commiserate his Condition, and one time when he complained to her of his Sufferings; Truly Sir, said she, I am moved with Compassion for you, and I begin to hear some share in your Trouble. She spoke these words with so sweet and so charming an Air, that the Marshal did now no longer question, but that he was beloved by her. Monsieur de Boufflers having received this assurance, managed his Affairs with so much dexterity, that he at last overcame the rigour of his fair Mistress.  
The news being soon spread abroad, that he was upon the point of being Married, every one came to Compliment our two Lovers, and the King himself, who had received the News from Madam Maintenon's own Mouth, spoke to our General, concerning this Match, in very obliging Terms; which proved a means to engage his Mistress more strictly to him than before. They spent their whole time in nothing but Feasting, going abroad, Balls, Plays; and such like diversions, which made a great noise about the Town, being all performed with a great deal of Magnificence; so that this Conquest cost our General not only a great deal of Trouble, but also good store of Mony. In the mean time, in regard that he was of a very hot Constitution, and that his Mistress was the nicest Woman in the World, as to the point of granting him the least Favour, besides that he bore so extraordinary a Respect to her, as scarce to dare to steal a Kiss from her; he resolved (in order to allay a little his natural Heat) to court a pretty young Damsel, whom he had seen at Boulogn, not far from Paris, imagining, that since his Match was so far advanced, such a piece of Gallantry, if it should happen to be discovered, could not prove any Obstacle to it. Conform bly to this Resolution, he often went to visit this Damsel, disguised in the Habit of a Countryman, for fear of being known by any one, to his Prejudice.  
One Day, Mademoiselle de Grammont happened to go to the same Village, with some of her Friends, to see a Nurse who had had the Nursing of her, when the Marshal came just from visiting his Country-Mistress; and having been observed by the Nurse, Pray, Mademoiselle, said she, look upon that young Country-Fellow, what a genteel Spark he is; he comes very frequently of late to that House, to see a certain young Damsel, the handsomest, I believe in a hundred Miles round. The Marshal was so near 'em, that they might easily discern his Face, which made Mademoiselle de Grammont say to one of the Ladies that was with with her; I vow my Dearest he is as like the Marshal de Boufflers, as one drop of Water to another. The Marshal having heard his Name mentioned by his Mistress, immediately scampered out of the Village, to an adjacent Wood, where he changed his Country-Habit, for his own clothes, which he had left there before, with one of his Servants.  
Mademoiselle de Grammont, being curious without any further design, having not the least suspicion that it was the General, whom she had seen come out, would needs go to see this fair Country-damsel; and was extremely taken with her charming Beauty. Her Nurse told her, that she was natural Daughter of the Count de Harcourt, by whom her Mother, who was as Beautiful as the Daughter, had had two or three Children; and as to the Countryman, who came to Visit her, no body could tell who he was, but that he was generally believed to be some Person of Quality under a disguise. Mademoiselle de Grammont, making no further reflections upon the matter, only told the Nurse, That she could not imagine who he should be, but that he resembled as much as one Brother does another, the Person she had spoke of before. O! replied the good Woman, embracing her, I have heard it talked of among us, that you are going to be Married to that Monsieur Boufflers, who makes so much noise in the World. Indeed it is much discoursed of, said she, my Friends are busy in making up the Match: if it comes to a conclusion, you shall be at the Wedding. That is evident of itself, answered she, What? a Child, that I have so carefully Nursed, should she not let me have a share in that merry day? Alas! if your dear Father, the late Marshal de Grammont, God bless his Soul, had been alive, I should have sat at the upper end of the Table; Ay marry should I, because he had promised it me a great while ago. Don't trouble thyself upon that account, Foncette, replied Mademoiselle de Grammont, taking her by the hand, thou shalt certainly be there, tho' not just at the upper end of the Table, for thou knowst that that belongs to the Mistress of the Feast; all my Kindred have a kindness for thee for my sake. When she had spoke these words, she put a Piece of Gold in her Hand, and so went in her Coach with her Companions, and an Aunt of hers, directly taking their way to Paris.  
But the Marshal de Boufflers, who had watched their coming back upon the road, accosting 'em on foot with one Servant only, they desired him to come into their Coach; Mademoiselle de Grammont, having asked him, what could induce him to take so long a walk? I do not very well know, Mademoiselle, said he, rubbing his Forehead, and looking upon her with a passionate Eye, those Commotions which Love has raised in my Heart, have such strange Influences over my Spirit, that I think the solitary Deserts and frightful Forests, the most suitable to my Humour. The Ladies, who were present, did not in the least question but that this Compliment was addressed to Mademoiselle de Grammont, who, at this time, had the least share in it; his Mind being at that instant, taken up with the Beauty of his Country-damsel, whom nevertheless, he was fain to abandon at least for some time, for fear of spoiling the whole Business, if the Honeypot should be discovered: In the mean while finding, that by the overflowing Heat of his Love, he had spoiled the Country-damsel's Shape, he thought it most convenient to provide her a Husband, before it was too late; and having found out a Waterman of his Acquaintance belonging to the River Seine, he gave him 20 or 30 Pistoles, as a Portion with his Wife, to make him some amends for his Horn-work, which he afterwards took care to make a regular Fortification, by adding several new Bastions and Halfmoons in the Front of the Place.  
Some Weeks after, Mademoiselle de Grammont, who had not yet forgot the beautiful Country-damsel she had seen at Boulogn, talking of the Gallantries of the Count de Harcourt, whose Mistress this young Woman's Mother had been, told the Marshal, that she had seen there, a certain Man as like him as could be in all respects, except in his clothes, which were very ordinary. The Marshal, who otherwise is not very shamefaced, blushed at these words; his Heart accusing him of Treachery, the common vice of Men, and our fair Lady having observed his Colour to go and come, Ha! said she, one while a Flush appears in your Face, and anon you grow pale again. Sir, surely you have had a finger in the Pie, as the saying is, and indeed your looks betray your Gild. And what Gild pray, Mademoiselle, replied the Marshal? No less than high Treason, said she with a smile; Possibly you have infringed that fidelity which you have so often sworn to me you would keep inviolably. Certainly, my most charming Creature, answered the Marquis de Boufflers, you are only in jest, and throwing himself at her Feet, is it possible, said he, for you to imagine, that any thing in the World, could appear to me more worthy of all my care, and that does better deserve the entire disposal of my Heart, than you? O! do me more Justice, or else I shall not be able to live any longer. Then I would have you live; said she, altho' possibly I might be mistaken, yet I am willing to believe you the most innocent of all Men. Can any thing be paralleled to my present happiness, cried the Marshal transported with Joy; Since I have met with a Person endued with so much Good Nature and Generosity, and capable of curing herself so soon, of the Distemper of Mistrustfulness, which is certainly the greatest Evil that can befall any one in this World. For either it is requisite to rely upon a Confident or not, and if one cannot put trust in a Friend, what satisfaction can there be in this Life? You say very well, Sir, replied the young Lady, but you'll allow, that if one loves a Friend, one is very unwilling to lose him, and that is the true cause of Mistrustfulness. Then you own you love me a little, said the Marshal, looking upon her very tenderly. At this very Moment my adorable Deity it is, that I can properly call myself happy. And do you question it, Sir, replied Mademoiselle de Grammont, is it possible to marry a Man, without loving him? Indeed that is a thing, I could never do; I should not be of the same mind, as some of our light Housewives are, who Mary a Man merely to serve 'em as a Cloak for their extravagancies. Your Gallants, continued she, will find very slender entertainment with me. When I am Married my Husband is to be my All in All, and I should think myself very happy, if I were sole Mistress of his Affections. And as I never can love any Man besides him, whom my Destiny has provided for me; so he ought not to doubt, but that I shall always be entirely at his Devotion. And is it easy to be believed, Mademoiselle, replied Boufflers, that a Person so adorable at yourself, whose singular Merits are so well known to all the World, and who has been always surrounded with so many Adorers; should never as yet have had a kindness for any Gentleman before? Sure your Heart must needs be made of a very hard sort of Metal, to have been Proof against so many Sighs and Tears, as have been so lavishly bestowed upon you. Certainly 'tis almost past belief, considering you are so Lovely, so Engaging and Transcendently Beautiful. Nothing is more true than what I have told you, Sir, replied the fair Lady, and I did not deliver my Mind with so much freedom, on purpose to be complemented by you; but only to let you know, that I shall for ever place all my Joy and Felicity in preserving my Heart entire for him, who has so much deserved it.  
But now the time of Courtship being passed, it was thought convenient to come to the Consummation of a Match, in which the Court took so much concern; and the Marshal was preparing to go to Church with Mademoiselle de Grammont; which he did one Morning early at six a Clock, when they were Married by the Archbishop of Paris in the Church of our Lady. The Ceremony being over, and the Marshal thinking himself now at the very point of casting Anchor in the Port of Felicity, he could not without a great deal of affliction understand from Mademoiselle de Grammont, that she was not at present in a condition to go to Bed with him, being disturbed at that time, with a certain Infirmity incident to all young Women once a Month: The Marshal would have made a Jest of it, but his Lady being positive in her Resolution, he was so Complaisant, as to languish three Days longer. The next Day after the Wedding, a great number of Persons of Quality, who were invited to a sumptuous Feast and Ball, that was to be that Evening; came to Congratulate our Marshal for the happy Minutes he had enjoyed the Night before with his Spouse; whom they looked upon as a Person so full of Charms, as to be capable of giving all possible satisfaction, as to what Men can imagine most delicious in Love; But he, who had not as yet tasted of the Sweat-meat, received their Compliments with so much coldness and indifferency, that the whole Company was much surprised at it. The Count de Montal at last, unto whom the Marshal, as to a most intimate Friend, had told the business, unfolded the Riddle to some, who made themselves very merry with it in our General's presence. The Marriage being at last consummated with a great deal of satisfaction on both sides, they received for 8 or 10 Weeks successively, the Visits of most Persons of Quality at Court; and the Marshal after having reaped the first Fruits of the Matrimonial State, was by virtue of his Majesty's special Command, obliged to go to Flanders, not without a most sensible regret of being forced so soon to quit his adorable Spouse.  
FINIS.