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ied； 〃The grand dauphin； son of Louis XIV； after the death of his wife； Marie Christine of Bavaria； secretly espoused mademoiselle Choin。 The marechal d'Uxelles； who was not ignorant of this marriage； professed himself the most devoted friend of the lady； he visited her regularly morning and evening； and even carried his desire to please her so far； as to send a servant with a dish of grilled hare for the house dog； who had a particular fancy for game dressed in that manner！ These attentions and assiduities were faithfully continued for several years； till the grand dauphin died； and then no more morning and evening visits； no more presents to either mistress or dog。 Apply the story well；〃 added the duke； as he terminated his recital。 Unfortunately the application of the tale presented itself but too soon； and I have experienced the sad truth of the history of mademoiselle Choin。 At the death of the king so； did my visitors disappear； and poor Dorine has partaken of the disgrace of the comtesse du Barry。
The second object of my regard was Zamor； a young African boy； full of intelligence and mischief； simple and independent in his nature； yet wild as his country。 Zamor fancied himself the equal of all he met； scarcely deigning to acknowledge the king himself as his superior。 This son of Africa was presented to me by the duc de Richelieu； clad in the picturesque costume of his native land； his head ornamented with feathers of every colour； a short petticoat of plaited grass around his waist； while the richest bracelets adorned his wrists； and chains of gold； pearls； and rubies； glittered over his neck and hung from his ears。 Never would any one have suspected the old marechal； whose parsimony was almost proverbial； of making such a magnificent present。
In honour of the tragedy of Alzire； I christened my little negro Zamor； to whom by degrees I became attached with all the tenderness of a mother。 You ask me why？ Indeed that is more than I can tell； perhaps at first I looked upon him as a sort of puppet or plaything； but； imperceptibly to myself； I became passionately fond of my little page； nor was the young urchin slow in perceiving the ascendancy he had gained over me； and； in the end； to abuse his influence； and attained； as I have before said； an almost incredible degree of insolence and effrontery。 Still I pardoned all his folly； and amused myself from morning to night with watching his nimble fingers perform a thousand tricks of jugglery。 Even now that I have lost the gaiety of my happy days； when I recall his irresistibly comic ways； I catch myself laughing； like an old simpleton； at the bare recollection of his monkey feats。 I could relate twenty of his mischievous pranks； each more amusing than the other。 I will； however； excuse you from hearing nineteen of them； upon condition that you shall listen to the twentieth； which I select as being the shortest。
One day； upon which I had invited some select friends to dinner； a superb pie was brought to table as a present which the ungallant M。 de Maupeou had had the politeness to send me in the morning。 One of the company proceeded to cut it； when scarcely had he pierced the crust； than its perfidious contents proved to be an immense swarm of cockchafers； which spread humming and buzzing all over the chamber。 Zamor； who had never before seen these insects； began to pursue them all over the room； buzzing and humming as loudly as they did。 The chase lasted a long time； but at last the poor cockchafers weary of carrying on the war； and mistaking the peruke of M。 de Maupeou for an impregnable fortress； flew to take refuge there。 What did Zamor do； but run to the chancellor； snatch off his wig； and carry it in triumph to a corner of the room with its colony of cockchafers； leaving us all to admire the bald head of the chief magistrate。 I could willingly have enjoyed a hearty laugh at this scene； but； out of respect for M。 de Maupeou； I feigned to be much displeased with Zamor； whom I desired one of the attendants to flog for his rudeness。 However； the guests and the chancellor uniting in entreaties that I would pardon him； I was obliged to allow my assumed anger to give way to their request； and the culprit received a pardon。
There was but one person in the world whom Zamor really feared； he was however on good terms with all my friends； and did not disdain the society of the king。 You have heard that the latter； by way of amusement； bestowed on my little negro the title of governor of the Pavillon de Lucienne； with a revenue arising therefrom of a thousand crowns； and that the chancellor caused the necessary papers to be prepared and delivered to him sealed with the state seal。
But of all the persons who visited me； the one most beloved by Zamor was madame de Mirepoix； who never came without bringing him amusing presents or some sweetmeats。 The sight of her threw him into ecstasies of delight； and the moment he caught sight of her； he would clap his hands； leap with joy； dance around her； and kiss her hand； exclaiming； 〃〃 〃 （〃Ah！ Madame la marechale 〃）。 The poor marechale always dreaded meeting the king when she came to visit me and Zamor； for the great delight of his majesty was to make my little negro repeat a name of Israelitish origin； which he did in so ridiculous a manner； that the modesty of my fair friend was most shockingly put to the blush。
One person alone never vouchsafed to bestow the slightest glance of encouragement upon my little imp of Africa； and this was comte Jean； who even went so far as to awe him into silence either by a frown or a gesture of impatience； his most lively tricks could not win a smile from the count； who was either thoughtful or preoccupied with some ambitious scheme of fortune。 Zamor soon felt a species of instinctive dread of this overpowering and awe…inspiring genius； whose sudden appearance would chill him in his wildest fits of mirthful mischief； and send him cowering to a corner of the room； where he would remain huddled together； and apparently stupefied and motionless； till the count quitted the apartment。
At the moment of my writing this； Zamor still resides under my roof。 During the years he has passed with me he has gained in height； but in none of the intellectual qualities does he seem to have made any progress； age has only stripped him of the charms of infancy without supplying others in their place； nor can I venture to affirm； that his gratitude and devotion to me are such as I have reason to expect they should be；* for I can with truth affirm； that I have never ceased to lavish kindness on him； and to be； in every sense of the word； a good mistress to him。
*This wretch； whom the comtesse du Barry loaded with her favours and benefits； conducted her to the scaffold。… EDITOR （i。e。； author）
There was one member of my establishment； however； whom I preferred to either Dorine or Zamor and this was Henriette； who was sincerely attached to me； and who； for that very reason； was generally disliked throughout the castle。 I bad procured a good husband for her； on whom I bestowed a post which； by keeping both himself and his wife in the close vicinity of the castle； prevented my kind friend from quitting me。 However； my poor Henriette was not fated to enjoy a long connubial felicity； for her husband； being seized with a violent fever； in a fit of delirium threw himself from a window into the court below； and was taken up dead。 Slander availed herself even of this fatal catastrophe to whisper abroad； that the death of the unhappy man arose from his deep sense of his wife's misconduct and infidelity。 This I can positively assert was not the case； for Henriette was warmly and truly attached to him； and conducted herself as a wife with the most undeviating propriety。 The fact was； that Henriette had drawn upon herself a general hatred and ill will； because she steadily refused all gossiping invitations； where my character would have been pulled to pieces； and the affairs of my household discussed and commented upon： there； indeed； she had sinned beyond all hope of pardon。
She it was who pointed out to me the perfidious conduct of the duc de Villeroi。 This gentleman； from the very beginning of my rise in the royal favour； had demonstrated the most lively friendship for me； of which he sought to persuade me by the strongest protestations； which； weak and credulous as I was； I implicitly believed； until one day that Henriette； availing herself of my being quite alone； let me into the secrets of my establishment and furnished me with a key to the assiduities of M。 de Villeroi。
Amongst the females in my service was one named Sophie； young； beautiful both in face and form； of a sweet disposition； and every way calculated to inspire the tender passion。 M。 de Villeroi felt the full force of her charms； and became the whining； sighing loverher very shadow。 Up to this period I had had no cause of complaint against M。 de Villeroi； and certainly I should not have interfered with his plebeian flame had he not thought proper； when questioned by my enemies as to his continual presence at the castle； and great assiduities there； to protest that his visits thither were not in honour of my c