anxiety to win the good-will of every one, and from the kindness which could not endure to thwart those with whom she was much associated; though at the same time she complained to the ambassador that her mother wrote without sufficient knowledge of the difficulties with which she was surrounded.  But she had too deep an affection and reverence for her mother to allow her words to fall to the ground; and gradually Mercy began to see a difference in her conduct, and a greater inclination to assert her own independence, which was the feeling that above all others he thought most desirable to foster in her.

Another topic which we find constantly urged in the empress’s letters would seem strangely inconsistent with Marie Antoinette’s position, if we did not remember how very young she still was.  For her mother writes to her in many respects as if she were still at school, and continually inculcates on her the necessity of profiting by De Vermond’s instructions, and applying herself to a course of solid reading in theology and history.  And here, though her natural appetite for amusement interfered with her studies somewhat more than the empress, prompted by Mercy, was willing to make allowance for, she profited much more willingly by her mother’s advice, having indeed a natural inclination for the works of history and biography, and a decided distaste for novels and romances.  She could not have had a better guide in such matters than De Vermond, who was a man of extensive information and of a very correct taste; and under his guidance and with his assistance she studied Sully’s memoirs, Madame de Sevigne’s letters, and any other books which he recommended to her, and which gave her an idea of the past history of the country as well as the masterpieces of the great French dramatists.[7]

The latter part of the year 1771 was marked by no very striking occurrences.  Marie Antoinette had carried her point, and had begun to ride on horseback without either her figure or her complexion suffering from the exercise.  On the contrary, she was admitted to have improved in beauty.  She sent her measure to Vienna, to show Maria Teresa how much she had grown, adding that her husband had grown as much, and had become stronger and more healthy-looking, and that she had made use of her saddle-horses to accompany him in his hunting and shooting excursions.  Like a true wife, she boasted to her mother of his skill as a shot:  the very day that she wrote he had killed forty head of game. (She did not mention that a French sportsman’s bag was not confined to the larger game, but that thrushes, blackbirds, and even, red-breasts, were admitted to swell the list.) And the increased facilities for companionship with him that her riding afforded increased his tenderness for her, so that she was happier than ever.  Except that as yet she saw no prospect of presenting the empress with a grandchild, she had hardly a wish ungratified.