Les Demons,
poem Catholic; Charles IX. is the hero and the demons are shot for the
most part at the catastrophe of St. Bartholomew. My good mother, all good
Catholic as she is, was startled by the boldness of this doctrine. Then
there came Une Dragonnade, par Mme. la Duchesse d'Ivry, which is all on
your side. That was of the time of the Pastor Grigou, that one. The last
was Les Dieux dechus, poeme en 20 chants, par Mme. la D---- d'I. Guard
yourself well from this Muse! If she takes a fancy to you she will never
leave you alone. If you see her often, she will fancy you are in love
with her, and tell her husband. She always tells my uncle--afterwards--
after she has quarrelled with you and grown tired of you! Eh, being in
London once, she had the idea to make herself a Quakre; wore the costume,
consulted a minister of that culte, and quarrelled with him as of rule.
It appears the Quakers do not beat themselves, otherwise my poor uncle
must have paid of his person.
"The turn of the philosophers then came, the chemists, the natural
historians, what know I? She made a laboratory in her hotel, and
rehearsed poisons like Madame de Brinvilliers--she spent hours in the
Jardin des Plantes.
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