DIALOGUE XVI.

LOUISE DE COLIGNI, PRINCESS OF ORANGE—­FRANCES WALSINGHAM, COUNTESS OF ESSEX AND OF CLANRICARDE; BEFORE, LADY SIDNEY.

Princess of Orange.—­Our destinies, madam, had a great and surprising conformity.  I was the daughter of Admiral Coligni, you of Secretary Walsingham, two persons who were the most consummate statesmen and ablest supports of the Protestant religion in France, and in England.  I was married to Teligni, the finest gentleman of our party, the most admired for his valour, his virtue, and his learning:  you to Sir Philip Sidney, who enjoyed the same pre-eminence among the English.  Both these husbands were cut off, in the flower of youth and of glory, by violent deaths, and we both married again with still greater men; I with William Prince of Orange, the founder of the Dutch Commonwealth; you with Devereux Earl of Essex, the favourite of Elizabeth and of the whole English nation.  But, alas! to complete the resemblance of our fates, we both saw those second husbands, who had raised us so high, destroyed in the full meridian of their glory and greatness:  mine by the pistol of an assassin; yours still more unhappily, by the axe, as a traitor.

Countess of Clanricarde.—­There was indeed in some principal events of our lives the conformity you observe.  But your destiny, though it raised you higher than me, was more unhappy than mine.  For my father lived honourably, and died in peace:  yours was assassinated in his old age.  How, madam, did you support or recover your spirits under so rainy misfortunes?

Princess of Orange.—­The Prince of Orange left an infant son to my care.  The educating of him to be worthy of so illustrious a father, to be the heir of his virtue as well as of his greatness, and the affairs of the commonwealth, in which I interested myself for his sake, so filled my mind, that they in some measure took from me the sense of my grief, which nothing but such a great and important scene of business, such a necessary talk of private and public duty, could have ever relieved.  But let me inquire in my turn, how did your heart find a balm to alleviate the anguish of the wounds it had suffered?  What employed your widowed hours after the death of your Essex?

Countess of Clanricarde.—­Madam, I did not long continue a widow:  I married again.

Princess of Orange.—­Married again!  With what prince, what king did you marry?  The widow of Sir Philip Sidney and of my Lord Essex could not descend from them to a subject of less illustrious fame; and where could you find one that was comparable to either?

Countess of Clanricarde.—­I did not seek for one, madam:  the heroism of the former, and the ambition of the latter, had made me very unhappy.  I desired a quiet life and the joys of wedded love, with an agreeable, virtuous, well-born, unambitious, unenterprising husband.  All this I found in the Earl of Clanricarde:  and believe me, madam, I enjoyed more solid felicity in Ireland with him, than I ever had possessed with my two former husbands, in the pride of their glory, when England and all Europe resounded with their praise.