Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1878-01-22

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quite proper that you should rec
ognize the fayors with which yon
have been loaded, and show this
mark of gratitude to the Duke of
Savoy. Let me know what clothes
you will want for the festivities,
and I will see to them. Iwant you
to make a suitable figure in all re-
spects. Let me know, too, if you
have the right sort of lace for a
fete day. I"
Before that she had given her
brother a kind Of moral outfit for
life in letter containing the sum
Of worldly wisdom as she herself un-
derstood it: @ ot R1
"But what / recommend to you,
above all, is the greatest politeness
and equal discretion. Get it we'll
into your head that, oeing made
for the world and for society, one
must be araiable with all. To con-
fine your politeness to those you es-
TEEN would be to make yourself de-
tested by almost the whole human
race. Don't forget the converse
tons we have had, or think that
because | am young | cannot give
good advice. | have seen so much
in the past four years and half
that | know more than a woman Of
forty, Good night, dear brother
take care Of your health, and love
me as much as l love you"
There is more to the same effect
in another letter:
Wherever there are human be-
ings, my dear brother, you will find
deception and all the vices of which
they are capable, But since it would
be tiresome to live alone, we mus
endure our ow-creatures and
pretend not to see their defects"
In the following she appears as
the woman Of business-not, how.
ever, without a temper of her own
Mgr. de Marcassin, listen to me
with patience and reason. Yor
have written a letter to M. de Choi
seul which he firmly believes
though M. Duyerney has told hin
just the contrary
She then goes on to speak o
some discussion before the counci
in regard to the acquisition of
building for the reception of con
valescent children, and she adds:
-" We waut to hear no more of thu
old fool (old fool unknown), whC
will be eternally repeating the same
tiresome proposition until God shall
take his soul, though / doubt tha
will ever happen, for the deVi
ought to have it as soon as it leaveI
his body" uo
Among the letters to the Due
d'Aiguillon, written between 1855
and 1851, we find one in more ex
alted strain on the repulse of the
English at Malo. You think sh,
were queen of France, and that thu
victory had been won for her:
"We sang your TIE Deum to-day
and l assure You that it was witt
the greatest satisfaction. | hat
predicted your success, and indeed
how was it possible not to conquer
with SO much zeal and intelligence
a head 50 cool and troops so ardent
like their chief to avenge the king
1t could not have been otherwise
AT later date she says:
"You cannot persuade me, Mon,
sier, that the English have any de
sign against Brest. For my part,
would rather see them opposed tt
yon because / feel sure you will
make them repent their audacity
Don't forget that / was proved 8
good prophet two years ago; | beg
you, therefore, if they present
themselves to have confidence il
me-"
A letter to her friend, Nine de
Lutzelbourg, is delightfully."- woman,
ish in its abrupt transition from re
ligion and politics to the toilette
and all in about a dozen lines.
II have a mortal hatred Of the
Lutherans because they love the
King Of Prussia; and, if l we're al
Strasburg, | would fight ali day.
Send the dress soon, since you like
it. l have some projects of embroi-
derry to add"
An earlier letter to the same per.
son gives us glimpse Of what wai
no doubt the happiest of the
writer's life:
81 am going on Monday to Crecy
for five days, and at once to Foun.
tainebleau. l marry the girls in my
village, and that amuses the king
They (the happy couples) are com
ing tomorrow to feast aud dance
in the courtyard of the chateau
Those that the king has ordered t
Paris are worthy Of his goodness
but in the country they would be
still better off,"
In the following there are signs o
cloudy weather;
"Rejoice, NJ. de Cayendish &
nickname for the Due d'Aiguillion
now quite out of her good graces)
l am not dead, and, notwithstand
ing your spiteful little heart, / an