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Europe, is worthy of the servile meanness of Voltaire, whose detestable practice of lavishing the most fulsome adulation on the inost enormous crimes, provided they were committed by men of rank and power, must draw down upon his memory, as well as thạt of the illustrious scoundrels whom he has flattered, the execration of every honest mind. Nihil honestum esse potest, quod justitiú vocat.

But to return to the philosophical tribune of France. If he had been desirous of imprinting on the minds of his auditors, the Invalids, a sentiment of respect for the name of Turenne, he would have succeeded better by stealing a few passages from the famous funeral oration of Flechier upon the same subject, which would have been excusable, since Flechier himself made use upon that occasion, of many passages out of the funeral oration of Charles Emanuel, Duke of Savoy, pronounced by John de Lingendes, Bishop of Macon, in 1630* Had this solemn function


* The following extract from Flechier's oration, will prove what I have advanced : “ Who ever performed such great exploits, and who more reserved in speaking of them? When he gained an advantage, he himself ascribed it to the enemy's oversight, and not to his own abilities. When he gave an account of a battle, he forgot nothing, but its being gained by his own conduct. If he related any of those actions which had rendered him so famous, one would have




been committed to a Bourdaloue, a Bossuet, or a Massillon, instead of a mechanical cut-throat, the glory of the lieavens would have shone out in all its divine majesty, and instead of an heathen apotheosis, real virtue and patriotism would have been represented in the act of receiving their reward, at the threshold of immortal life, instead of an eternal sleep in a storied urn of human architecture.

concluded, he had only been a bare spectator, and might doubt whether he himself, or Fame, were mistaken. When tie returned from those glorious campaigns which immortalize him, he avoided all acclamations of the people; he blushed at hiš victories; he received applauses with the fame air that others make apologies, and was almost afraid of waiting upon the King, being obliged, through respect, to hear patiently the encomiums with which his Majesty never failed to honour him.

« It was, then, in tlie calm repose of a private state, that this prince, divesting himself of all the glory he had acquired in the field, and shutting himself up, with a small company of chosen friends, practised in silence the virtues of civil life: sincere in his words, plain in his actions, faithfuł in friendship, exact in duties, regular in his wishes, and great even in the minụtest things. He concealed himself; but his fame discovers him. He walks without attendance ; bat every one images brim riding in á triumphal cliariat. When people see him, they count the number of enemies he has conquered, and not tie attendants that follow him. Though alone, they conceive him surrounded by virtues and victeries. There is something inexpressibly great and noble in this virtuous simplicity; and the less laughty he is, the more venerable he appears.".

The most curious part of the ceremony consisted in the tears of Carnot! Yes, he actually wept! Carnot shed tears !!! If it were possible to suppose he had drank of the waters of the oblivious lake, we might rejoice in this symptom of returning nature. But knowing, as I do, that á French philosopher of the Institute, like the reported crocodile of the Nile, can weep, when tears will give a dramatic effect, I cannot avoid considering it as a most ludicrous incident of this pompous ceremonial. Instead of sounding the praises of the present despotism of France, Carnot ought to have rehearsed the following lines of Chevreau, which were intended to have been engraven on the pedestal of the tomb of Turenne, had not the vanity of Louis XIV. forbidden their execution.

Turenne a son tombeau parmi ceux de nos rois ;
C'est le fruit glorieux de ses fameux exploits.
On a voulu par-là couronner sa vaillance,
Afin qu'aux siècles à venir
On ne fît point de différence,
· De porter la couronne ou de la soutenir.

When we reflect on the melancholy catastrophe which has befallen the monuments of the most distinguished men who have adorned the page of French story, it may be considered as a fortunate circumstance, that the mausoleum of Turenne has been at length rescued from the general devastation. As the abbey of St. Denis is totally deN 2


stroyed, and there is no longer a burial place for the illustrious dead, except the Pantheon, in which their bodies would be commingled with the sainted ruffians of the republic, the Temple of Mars is unquestionably the most honourable asylum for the body of one of the greatest Generals of France. May it remain in security, till valour, prompted by virtue only, shall be held in estimation by mankind !

From the account which I have given of the Hospital of the Invalids, you will readily perceive that it maintains its pre-eminence over every other charitable institution of France. The funds assigned for the disbursement of its expences, are paid with great exactitude, and its internal organization is conducted with such regularity and decorum, as to merit the utmost commendation. Whatever, therefore, the private or national opinions of men may be, let all praise be given to the power which authorized the structure of this beautiful establishment, and endowed it with liberality; to the genius which raised so glorious a monument of architecture; to the administration which executed, with so much honour to themselves, the wishes of their Sovereign; and even to that principle of benevolence which in an age of dilapidation, spoil, plunder, and confiscation, has reserved for the worn-out veteran, a comfortable retreat against want and infirmities. llad other institutions of France, not less useful


and extensive in their effects, been maintained with equal scrupulousness, my pen would not have found an opportunity of pourtraying the wickedness and foibles of a people, whose history, for the last ten years, is nothing else but a disgusting record of rapine, murder, and impiety.

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