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The Count d'Artois was once the friend of the queen, the only one of the royal family who wished her well, and who defended her sometimes against the hatred of the royal aunts and sisters-in-law, and the crafty brother. But while living in Coblentz, the Count d'Artois had become the embittered enemy of Marie Antoinette.
Secret notes, drawn up under the eye of the Count d'Artois, and by his most intimate confidants, had been addressed to the foreign sovereigns, to point out to them this growing mischief, and to convince them that a change in the advisers of the crown was the only safe measure to secure monarchy in France, and to preserve peace in Europe.
The Emperor Alexander also promised to write to the Comte d'Artois, and to inform him that the opinion of France was in favour of the preservation of the three colours, but I do not know whether the letter was written, or, if it was, what answer it received.
Tea is introduced. Horse-racing of Count d'Artois. Marie Antoinette goes to see it. The Queen's Submissiveness to the Reproofs of the Empress. Birth of the Duc d'Angoulême. She at times speaks lightly of the King. The Emperor remonstrates with her. Character of some of the Queen's Friends. The Princess de Lamballe. The Countess Jules de Polignac. They set the Queen against Turgot.
Only send word to my grandmother by Schmidt, who will come back here and await my return. I am ready, sir." "Very well, then," said the count. Then, ringing the bell violently, he called to the servant, "My carriage." In descending the steps, he insisted upon Claire's taking his arm. The gallant and elegant politeness of the friend of the Count d'Artois reappeared.
I was not the Comte d'Artois, nor was I the Duke de Berry; and one must be a prince in order that his ideas may be of consequence, and that every word he speaks may pass for a miracle. Father Goulden could not keep still a moment that afternoon. He was just as impatient as I was when I was expecting my permit to marry.
The king began to despair of seeing any descendants in a direct line, unless indeed heaven should smile upon the wedded life of the comte d'Artois. Louis XV disliked the princes of the blood, and the bare idea that the duc d'Orleans might one day wield his sceptre would have been worse than death. Many alliances were proposed for the prince.
In truth, the Comte d'Artois, destined one day to be Charles X. of France, was not fashioned by nature for a Fabian policy of delay: not even the misfortunes of exile could instill into the watertight compartments of his brain the most elementary notions of prudence.
In accordance with court etiquette the physician said, solemnly, "The king is dead." Then, turning to the king's brother, Charles, previously known as the Count d'Artois, he bowed and said, "Long live the king." Charles X., into whose hands the sceptre thus passed, was then in the sixty-seventh year of his age having been born in Versailles, October 9, 1757.
The Count d'Artois, brother of Louis XVI., and who subsequently ascended the French throne as Charles X., joined them in this conference. In the midst of these agitations and schemes Leopold II. was seized with a malignant dysentery, which was aggravated by a life of shameless debauchery, and died on the 1st of March, 1792, in the forty-fifth year of his age, and after a reign of but two years.
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