my beſt friends; they engag'd me in the Party of the Count[1], against Cardinal Richelieu: why, I know 'em ſo well, that I could write a Book of their Sayings. When Bardouville was dead, and St. Ibal had retir'd into Holland, I came acquainted with La Frette and Sauveboeuf; theſe were none of your Wits, but brave, gallant fellows. La Frette was as ſtout as Hercules, and my very good friend; and I think that I ſufficiently ſhew'd my ſelf to be his in the Sickneſs that carried him off. I ſaw him dying of a ſmall Fever, like a Woman; and was enraged to ſee La Frette, that gallant La Frette, who fought Bouteville, go out, neither better nor worſe, than a farthing Candle. Sauveboeuf and I, were concern'd to preſerve the honour of our Friend; which made us reſolve to piſtol him, that he might die like a Man of Honour. I clapp'd a piſtol to his head, when a ſon of a whore of a Jeſuit puſh'd my arm aſide, and hinder'd my deſign: this put me in ſo great a paſſion againſt him, that I preſently turn'd Janſeniſt."
Take notice, my Lord, ſaid Father Canaye, take notice how Satan is always in wait for us: circuit quærens quem devoret. You are ſomewhat piqu'd againſt our Order, and he takes that occaſion to ſurprize, and devour you; nay, worſe than devour you, to make you turn Janſeniſt. Vigilate, vigilate; a man cannot be too much upon his guard againſt the common enemy of mankind.
"The Father's in the right, ſaid the Mareſchal. I have been told that the Devil never ſleeps. We ought to do the like, and be always upon our guard; for, ſharp is the word. But let us
- ↑ The Count de Soiſſons.
