fatigue for poor Father Canaye. I met him upon the march, mounted on one of the best Stone-Horses of Monsieur d'Hocquincourt. 'Twas a mettlesom fiery Devil, restless, and always in motion; that champ'd his bit eternally; still went on one side, neigh'd every minute; and what most offended the modesty of the Father, he very indecently mistook all the Horses that came near him for Mares. "What do I see, Father?" said I coming up to him; "what a Horse have they given you? where is good Father Suarez's Nag, that you ask'd so earnestly for?"
"Ah, Sir, says he, I am e'en spent, I am bruis'd to pieces." ——— He was going on with his complaints, when a Hare started. An hundred Horsemen immediately hurried away in confusion after the Course, and we heard presently more discharges of Pistols, than at a skirmish. The Father's Horse being us'd to fire, under the Mareschal, ran away with his rider, and made him penetrate instantly beyond their confus'd ranks. 'Twas a very pleasant sight to see a Jesuit at the head of all this company, in spite of himself. By good fortune Puss was kill'd; and I found the Father in the midst of thirty horsemen, who all gave him the honour of a chase, which might deserve the name of a Rencounter. The Father receiv'd their commendations with a seeming modesty; but in his mind he despis'd very much the mansuetum of good Father Suarez, and hugg'd himself with the wonders he thought he had done on the Mareschal's Barbary horse. However, 'twas not long before he remembred that fine saying of Solomon, Vanitas vanitatum, & omnia vanitas. As he grew cool, he felt a smart, which the heat had render'd insensible; and false glory yielding to real pain, he wish'd for the ease and quiet life of the College he had quitted. But all these reflections signified nothing; he must go to the Camp, and
