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church in Paris. He spoke of nothing else, and above the real
joy he felt at the King's recovery, he put on a false one which
had a party smell about it, and which avowed designs not to
be mistaken.

The King went in state to Notre Dame and Saint G6nevieve
to thank God. These mummeries, thus prolonged, extended
to the end of August and the f&te Saint-Louis. Every year
there is on that day a concert in the garden. The Marshal de
Villeroy took care that on this occasion, the concert should be-
come a species of f6te, to which he added a display of fireworks.
Less than this would have been enough to draw the crowd. It
was so great that a pin could not have fallen to the ground
through the mass of people wedged against each other in the
garden. The windows of the Tuileries were ornamented, and
were filled with people. All the roofs of the Carrousel, as well
as the Place, were covered with spectators.

The Marechal de Villeroy was in his element, and impor-
tuned the King, who tried to hide himself in the corners at
every moment. The Marshal took him by the arm, and led
him, now to the windows where he could see the Carrousel,
and the houses covered with people; now to those which looked
upon the garden, full of the innumerable crowd waiting for
the f£fce. Everybody cried Vive le Roi when he appeared,
but had not the Marshal detained him, he would have run
away and hid himself.

" Look, my master/1 the Marshal would say, " all that
crowd, all those people are yours, all belong to you ; you are
the master [of them: look at them a little, therefore, to please
them, for they are all yours, they are all devoted to you."

A nice lesson this for a governor to give to a young King,
repeating it every time he leads him to the windows, so fearful
is he lest the boy-sovereign shall forget it! I do not know
whether he received similar lessons from those who had the
charge of his education. At last the Marechal led him upon
the terrace, where, beneath a dais, he heard the end of the
concert, and afterwards saw the fireworks. The lesson of
the Marechal de Villeroy, so often and so publicly repeated,