It was in the height of the contests about the bull unigenitus—­I tell you, interrupted the emperor, I will not be plagued with any more of those people with Latin names:  they were a parcel of coxcombs, and seem to have infected you with their folly.  I am sorry, replied Gronovia, that your sublime highness is so little acquainted with the state of Europe, as to take a papal ordinance for a person.  Unigenitus is Latin for the Jesuits—­And who the devil are the Jesuits? said the giant.  You explain one nonsensical term by another, and wonder I am never the wiser.  Sir, said the princess, if you will permit me to give you a short account of the troubles that have agitated Europe for these last two hundred years, on the doctrines of grace, free-will, predestination, reprobation, justification, &c. you will be more entertained, and will believe less, than if I told your majesty a long story of fairies and goblins.  You are an eternal prater, said the emperor, and very self-sufficient; but talk your fill, and upon what subject you like till tomorrow morning; but I swear by the soul of the holy Jirigi, who rode to heaven on the tail of a magpie, as soon as the clock strikes eight, you are a dead woman.  Well, who was the Jesuit Unigenitus?

The novel doctrines that had sprung up in Germany, said Gronovia, made it necessary for the church to look about her.  The disciples of Loyola—­Of whom? said the emperor, yawning—­Ignatius Loyola, the founder of the Jesuits, replied Gronovia, was—­A writer of Roman history, I suppose, interrupted the emperor:  what the devil were the Romans to you, that you trouble your head so much about them?  The empire of Rome, and the church of Rome, are two distinct things, said the princess; and yet, as one may say, the one depends upon the other, as the new testament does on the old.  One destroyed the other, and yet pretends a right to its inheritance.  The temporalities of the church—­What’s o’clock, said the emperor to the chief eunuch? it cannot sure be far from eight—­this woman has gossipped at least seven hours.  Do you hear, my tomorrow-night’s wife shall be dumb—­cut her tongue out before you bring her to our bed.  Madam, said the eunuch, his sublime highness, whose erudition passes the lands of the sea, is too well acquainted with all human sciences to require information.  It is therefore that his exalted wisdom prefers accounts of what never happened, to any relation either in history or divinity—­You lie, said the emperor; when I exclude truth, I certainly do not mean to forbid divinity—­How many divinities have you in Europe, woman?  The council of Trent, replied Gronovia, has decided—­the emperor began to snore—­I mean, continued Gronovia, that notwithstanding all father Paul has asserted, cardinal Palavicini affirms that in the three first sessions of that council—­the emperor was now fast asleep, which the princess and the chief eunuch perceiving, clapped several pillows upon his face, and held them there till he expired.