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Updated: May 5, 2025
This M. de Landsmath was an old soldier, who had given proofs of extraordinary valour; nothing had been able to soften his manners or subdue his excessive bluntness to the respectful customs of the Court. The King was very fond of him.
Landsmath, without dismounting, seized him by the breast of his coat, lifted him up, and threw him into his cart. "M. de Landsmath had a thundering voice. When he came into the King's apartment he found the Dauphin and Mesdames, his Majesty's daughters, there; the Princesses, in tears, surrounded the King's bed.
''Tis nothing at all, said Landsmath; 'you must laugh at it; we shall hunt a stag together in four days. 'But suppose the blade was poisoned, said the King. 'Old grandams' tales, replied Landsmath; 'if it had been so, the waistcoats and flannels would have rubbed the poison off. The King was pacified, and passed a very good night. "His Majesty one day asked M. de Landsmath how old he was.
'What's that? said Landsmath, angrily; 'has your Majesty been procuring the certificate of my baptism? 'There it is, you see, Landsmath, said the King. 'Well, Sire, hide it as fast as you can; a prince entrusted with the happiness of twenty-five millions of people ought not wilfully to hurt the feelings of a single individual.
'Come, said Landsmath, 'your wound is nothing; you had plenty of waistcoats and flannels on. Then uncovering his breast, 'Look here, said he, showing four or five great scars, 'these are something like wounds; I received them thirty years ago; now cough as loud as you can. The King did so.
The poor usher was therefore merely conducted to the gens d'armes' guardroom, which was then in the avenue. "I have often heard M. de Landsmath, equerry and master of the hounds, who used to come frequently to my father's, say that on the news of the attempt on the King's life he instantly repaired to his Majesty.
Landsmath, without dismounting, seized him by the breast of his coat, lifted him up, and threw him into his cart. "M. de Landsmath had a thundering voice. When he came into the King's apartment he found the Dauphin and Mesdames, his Majesty's daughters, there; the Princesses, in tears, surrounded the King's bed.
''Tis nothing at all, said Landsmath; 'you must laugh at it; we shall hunt a stag together in four days. 'But suppose the blade was poisoned, said the King. 'Old grandams' tales, replied Landsmath; 'if it had been so, the waistcoats and flannels would have rubbed the poison off. The King was pacified, and passed a very good night. "His Majesty one day asked M. de Landsmath how old he was.
'What's that? said Landsmath, angrily; 'has your Majesty been procuring the certificate of my baptism? 'There it is, you see, Landsmath, said the King. 'Well, Sire, hide it as fast as you can; a prince entrusted with the happiness of twenty-five millions of people ought not wilfully to hurt the feelings of a single individual.
"The King learned that Landsmath had lost his confessor, a missionary priest of the parish of Notre-Dame. It was the custom of the Lazarists to expose their dead with the face uncovered. Louis XV. wished to try his equerry's firmness. 'You have lost your confessor, I hear, said the King.
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