The Comtesse de Soissons, Angelique Cunegonde, the daughter of Francois-Henri de Luxembourg, has, it must be confessed, a considerable share of virtue and of wit; but she has also her faults, like the rest of the world.  It may be said of her that she is truly a poor Princess.  Her husband, Louis-Henri, Chevalier de Soissons, was very ugly, having a very long hooked nose, and eyes extremely close to it.  He was as yellow as saffron; his mouth was extremely small for a man, and full of bad teeth of a most villanous odour; his legs were ugly and clumsy; his knees and feet turned inwards, which made him look when he was walking like a parrot; and his manner of making a bow was bad.  He was rather short than otherwise; but he had fine hair and a large quantity of it.  He was rather good-looking when a child.  I have seen portraits of him painted at that period.  If the Comtesse de Soissons’ son had resembled his mother, he would have been very well, for her features are good, and nothing could be better than her, eyes, her mouth, and the turn of her face; only her nose was too large and thick, and her skin was not fine enough.

Whoever is like the Prince Eugene in person cannot be called a handsome man; he is shorter than his elder brother, but, with the exception of Prince Eugene, all the rest of them are good for nothing.  The youngest, Prince Philippe, was a great madman, and died of the small-pox at Paris.  He was of a very fair complexion, had an ungraceful manner, and always looked distracted.  He had a nose like a hawk, a large mouth, thick lips, and hollow cheeks; in all respects I thought he was like his elder brother.  The third brother, who was called the Chevalier de Savoie, died in consequence of a fall from his horse.  The Prince Eugene was a younger brother:  he had two sisters, who were equally ugly; one of them is dead, and the other is still living (1717) in a convent in Savoy.  The elder was of a monstrous shape, but a mere dwarf.  She led a very irregular life.  She afterwards ran away with a rogue, the Abbe de la Bourlie, whom she obliged to marry her at Geneva; they used to beat each other.  She is now dead.

Prince Eugene was not in his younger days so ugly as he has become since; but he never was good-looking, nor had he any nobility in his manner.  His eyes were pretty good, but his nose, and two large teeth which he displayed whenever he opened his mouth, completely spoilt his face.  He was besides always very filthy, and his coarse hair was never dressed.

This Prince is little addicted to women, and, during the whole time that he has been here, I never heard one mentioned who has pleased him, or whom he has distinguished or visited more than another.

His mother took no care of him; she brought him up like a scullion, and liked better to stake her money at play than to expend it upon her youngest son.  This is the ordinary practice of women in this country.