“Deux Henris immol`es par nos braves Ayeux,
L’un `a la Libert`e et l’autre `a nos Dieux,
Nous animent, Louis, aux m`emes entreprises: 
Ils revivent, en Toi ces anciens Tyrans: 
Crains notre desespoir:  La Noblesse a des Guises,
Paris des Ravaillacs, le Clerg`e des Clements.”

Did you ever see more ecclesiastic fury?  Don’t you like their avowing the cause of Jacques Clement?’and that Henry iv. was sacrificed to a plurality of gods! a frank confession! though drawn from the author by the rhyme, as Cardinal Bembo, to write classic Latin, used to say, Deos immortales!  But what most offends me is the threat of murder:  it attaints the prerogative of chopping off the heads of Kings in a legal way.  We here have been still more interested about a private history that has lately happened at Paris.  It seems uncertain by your accounts whether Lady Mary Wortley is in voluntary or constrained durance — it is not at all equivocal that her son and a Mr. Taaffe have been in the latter at Fort LEvesque and the Chatelet.(286) All the letters from Paris have been very cautious of relating the circumstances.  The outlines are, that these two gentlemen, who were pharaoh-bankers to Madame de Mirepoix, had travelled to France to exercise the same profession, where it is suppose(] they cheated a Jew, who would afterwards have cheated them of the money he owed; and that. to secure payment, they broke open his lodgings and bureau, and seized jewels and other effects; that he accused them; that they were taken out of their beds at two o’clock in the morning, kept in different prisons, without fire or candle, for six-and-thirty hours; have since been released on excessive bail; are still to be tried, may be sent to the galleys, or dismissed home, where they will be reduced to keep the best company; for I suppose nobody else will converse with them.  Their separate anecdotes are curious:  Wortley, you know, has been a perfect Gil Blas, and, for one of his last adventures; is thought to have added the famous Miss Ashe to the number of his wives.  Taaffe is an Irishman, who changed his religion to fight a duel; as you know in Ireland a Catholic may not wear a sword.  He is a gamester, usurer, adventurer, and of late has divided his attentions between the Duke of Newcastle and Madame Pompadour; travelling, with turtles and pine-apples, in postchaises, to the latter,-flying back to the former for Lewes races—­and smuggling burgundy at the same time.  I shall finish their history with a bon-mot.  The Speaker was railing at gaming and White’s, apropos to these two prisoners.  Lord Coke, to whom the conversation was addressed, replied, “Sir, all I can say is, that they are both members of the House of Commons, and neither of them of White’s.”  Monsieur de Mirepoix sent a card lately to White’s, to invite all the chess-players of both ‘clamps’.  Do but think what a genius a man must have, or, my dear child, do you consider what information you would