The Queens Letter from France, to his Highness the Prince of Orange.  
YOU may Judge of my grief for the Loss of a Crown, from my inordinate opinion of myself while I had it; and tho' the Extravagancy of my Carriage might have deserved some rebuk, yet the Natural frailty of my Sex, I thought might have served for an Apology. Since most Actions are commonly judged by the design of them, I doubt not but Reason will speak in my favour; for, standing on the pinnacle of Honor as I did, my thoughts were as giddy as a Man in his Drink, and could no more digest my unexpected Glory, than a Man could talk Reason in the height of a Fever? Tho' I aimed at the Ruin of the established Church and State, yet, I assure you, I did it for the good of the Peoples Souls; and tho' I consented to have all their Throats Cut, yet Father Peters satisfied me, it might be done in the Fear of the Lord. How well I have deserved of the Mother-Church, you may Guess; since His Holiness already has dubbed me a Saint: tho' to tell you the Truth of it, I thought the advantages of an Earthly Crown too great to be yet very fond of a Change. How ore the Mighty fallen? alas! from England to Modena, from a Kingdom to a duchy! where the number of my Attendance make the better half of my Subjects, and the extent of my Government's not half a days Progress: Well Sir, if you have either complaisance or good Nature, you'd quit any pretence to save a Womans longing; for I am as surely in a Teeming condition at present, as ever I was of a Prince of Wales. If you have any suspicion, or fear of a Relapse, His Holiness himself will be Bound for my good behaviour; and to tie up my Hands from any personal mischief, you may take the Kings, word, or Father Peters word, for the Per●●mance of it.