Madame de Montespan lived in great magnificence after the triumph of her rival, and spent freely the vast sums which the king’s generosity had furnished her with.  Eventually, having exhausted all that this world could offer, she took to hair-shirts and nail-studded girdles, in the hope of securing a good position in the next.  Her horror of death was excessive.  In thunderstorms she sat with a little child in her lap, in the hope that its innocence might shield her from the lightning.  She slept always with her room ablaze with tapers, and with several women watching by the side of her couch.  When at last the inevitable arrived she left her body for the family tomb, her heart to the convent of La Fleche, and her entrails to the priory of Menoux near Bourbon.  These latter were thrust into a box and given to a peasant to convey to the priory.  Curiosity induced him to look into the box upon the way, and, seeing the contents, he supposed himself to be the victim of a practical joke, and emptied them out into a ditch.  A swineherd was passing at the moment with his pigs, and so it happened that, in the words of Mrs. Julia Pardoe, “in a few minutes the most filthy animals in creation had devoured portions of the remains of one of the haughtiest women who ever trod the earth.”

Louis, after a reign of more than fifty years, which comprised the most brilliant epoch of French history, died at last in 1715 amidst the saddest surroundings.

One by one those whom he loved had preceded him to the grave, his brother, his son, the two sons of his son, their wives, and finally his favourite great-grandson, until he, the old dying monarch, with his rouge and his stays, was left with only a little infant in arms, the Duc D’Anjou, three generations away from him, to perpetuate his line.  On 20th August, 1715, he was attacked by senile gangrene, which gradually spread up the leg until on the 30th it became fatal.  His dying words were worthy of his better self.  “Gentlemen, I desire your pardon for the bad example which I have set you.  I have greatly to thank you fur the manner in which you have served me, as well as for the attachment and fidelity which I have always experienced at your hands.  I request from you the same zeal and fidelity for my grandson.  Farewell, gentlemen.  I feel that this parting has affected not only myself but you also.  Forgive me!  I trust that you will sometimes think of me when I am gone.”