It is sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France,[148] then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.  I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in; glittering like the morning star, full of life and splendor and joy.  O, what a revolution! and what a heart must I have to contemplate without emotion that elevation and that fall.  Little did I dream, when she added titles of veneration to those of enthusiastic, distant, respectful love, that she should ever be obliged to carry the sharp antidote against disgrace concealed in that bosom; little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers.  I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from the scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.  But the age of chivalry is gone.  That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.  Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.  The unbought grace of life, the cheap defense of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone!  It is gone, that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honor, which felt a stain like a wound, which inspired courage, whilst it mitigated ferocity, which ennobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossness....On the scheme of this barbarous philosophy, which is the offspring of cold hearts and muddy understandings, and which is as void of solid wisdom as it is destitute of all taste and elegance, laws are to be supported only by their own terms, and by the concern which each individual may find in them from his own private speculations, or can spare to them from his own private interests.  In the groves of their academy, at the end of every vista, you see nothing but the gallows.  Nothing is left which engages the affections on the part of the commonwealth.  On the principles of this mechanic philosophy, our institutions can never be embodied, if I may use the expresssion, in persons; so as to create in us love, veneration, admiration, or attachment.  But that sort of reason which banishes the affections is incapable of filling their place.  These public affections, combined with manners, are required sometimes as supplements, sometimes as corrections, always as aids, to law.  The precept given by a wise man, as well as a great critic, for the construction of poems, is equally true as to states. Non satis est pulchra esse poemata, dulcia sunto.  There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish.  To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.