M. le Duc presided this year over the Assembly of the States of Burgundy, in place of his father M. le Prince, who did not wish to go there.  The Duke gave on that occasion a striking example of the friendship of princes, and a fine lesson to those who seek it.  Santeuil, Canon of Saint Victor, and the greatest Latin poet who has appeared for many centuries, accompanied him.  Santeuil was an excellent fellow, full of wit and of life, and of pleasantries, which rendered him an admirable boon-companion.  Fond of wine and of good cheer, he was not debauched; and with a disposition and talents so little fitted for the cloister, was nevertheless, at bottom, as good a churchman as with such a character he could be.  He was a great favourite with all the house of Conde, and was invited to their parties, where his witticisms, his verses, and his pleasantries had afforded infinite amusement for many years.

M. le Duc wished to take him to Dijon.  Santeuil tried to excuse himself, but without effect; he was obliged to go, and was established at the house of the Duke while the States were held.  Every evening there was a supper, and Santeuil was always the life of the company.  One evening M. le Duc diverted himself by forcing Santeuil to drink champagne, and passing from pleasantry to pleasantry, thought it would be a good joke to empty his snuff-box, full of Spanish snuff, into a large glass of wine, and to make Santeuil drink it, in order to see what would happen.  It was not long before he was enlightened upon this point.  Santeuil was seized with vomiting and with fever, and in twice twenty-four hours the unhappy man died-suffering the tortures of the damned, but with sentiments of extreme penitence, in which he received the sacrament, and edified a company little disposed towards edification, but who detested such a cruel joke.

In consequence of the peace just concluded at Ryswick, many fresh arrangements were made about this time in our embassies abroad.  This allusion to our foreign appointments brings to my mind an anecdote which deserves to be remembered.  When M. de Vendome took Barcelona, the Montjoui (which is as it were its citadel) was commanded by the Prince of Darmstadt.  He was of the house of Hesse, and had gone into Spain to seek employment; he was a relative of the Queen of Spain, and, being a very well-made man, had not, it was said, displeased her.  It was said also, and by people whose word was not without weight, that the same council of Vienna, which for reasons of state had made no scruple of poisoning the late Queen of Spain (daughter of Monsieur), because she had no children, and because she had, also, too much ascendancy over the heart of her husband; it was said, I say, that this same council had no scruples upon another point.  After poisoning the first Queen, it had remarried the King of Spain to a sister of the Empress.  She was tall, majestic, not without beauty and capacity, and, guided by the ministers