leave the Devil, and talk of my likings. I have loved War above all things; Madam de Montbazon next to war; and ſuch as you ſee me, Philoſophy after Madam de Montbazon. You have reaſon to love War, replied the Father, for War loves you too; it has crown'd you with Honours. Why, I'd have you to know, that I am alſo a Warrior. The King has given me the direction of the Hoſpital of his Army in Flanders: is not this enough to intitle a man a Warrior? Who would have thought that Father Canaye ſhould turn Soldier? yet I am one, my Lord, and do God no leſs ſervice in the Camp, than I did in the College of Clermont. You may therefore love War innocently; to go to the War, is to ſerve one's Prince; and to ſerve one's Prince, is to ſerve God. But as for what concerns Madam de Montbazon , if you have luſted after her, if you have look'd upon her with a carnal eye, you muſt permit me to tell you that your Deſires were criminal. You did not luſt after her, my Lord, but only love her with an innocent friendſhip.
"How, Father! said the Mareſchal, would you have me love like a Coxcomb? The Mareſchal d'Hocquincourt has not learn'd in Ladies Bedchambers, to do nothing more than to ſigh. I long'd, Father, I long'd: you underſtand my meaning." I long'd! I long'd! In truth, my Lord, you rally with a good grace. Our Fathers of St. Louis, would be ready to croſs themſelves at theſe I long'd: but when a man has been a great while in the Army, he learns to hear every thing. Well, well, you ſpeak this, my Lord, to make your ſelf merry.
"There is no Merriment in the caſe, Father: Do you know to what a pitch I lov'd her?" Uſque ad aras, my Lord. "No aras, Father. Look ye here, ſaid the Mareſchal, taking a Knife, and graſping the Haft faſt in his hand, Look ye
