converts, and are not entirely on the side of the Camisards.  I include in that number females as well as males, and the mothers and daughters would give the more striking proofs of their fury if they had the strength of the men. . . .  I will say but one word more, which is, that the children who were in their cradles at the time of the general conversions, as well as those who were four or five years old, are now more Huguenot than the fathers; nobody, however, has set eyes upon any minister; how, then, comes it that they are so Huguenot?  Because the fathers and mothers brought them up in those sentiments all the time they were going to mass.  You may rely upon it that this will continue for many generations.”  M. de Julien came to the conclusion that the proper way was to put to the sword all the Protestants of the country districts and burn all the villages.  M. de Baville protested.  “It is not a question of exterminating these people,” he said, “but of reducing them, of forcing them to fidelity; the king must have industrious people and flourishing districts preserved to him.”  The opinion of the generals prevailed; the Cevenols were proclaimed outlaws, and the pope decreed a crusade against them.  The military and religious enthusiasm of the Camisards went on increasing.  Cavalier, young and enterprising, divided his time between the boldest attempts at surprise and mystical ecstasies, during which he singled out traitors who would have assassinated him or sinners who were not worthy to take part in the Lord’s Supper.  The king’s troops ravaged the country; the Camisards, by way of reprisal, burned the Catholic villages; everywhere the war was becoming horrible.  The peaceable inhabitants, Catholic or Protestant, were incessantly changing from wrath to terror.  Cavalier, naturally sensible and humane, sometimes sank into despondency.  He would fling himself on his knees, crying, Lord, turn aside the king from following the counsels of the wicked!” and then he would set off again upon a new expedition.  The struggle had been going on for two years, and Languedoc was a scene of fire and bloodshed.  Marshal Montrevel had gained great advantages when the king ordered Villars to put an end to the revolt.  “I made up my mind,” writes Villars, in his Memoires, “to try everything, to employ all sorts of ways except that of ruining one of the finest provinces in the kingdom, and that, if I could bring back the offenders without punishing them, I should preserve the best soldiers there are in the kingdom.  They are, said I to myself, Frenchmen, very brave and very strong, three qualities to be considered.”  “I shall always,” he adds, “have two ears for two sides.”