Race de Saint Louis, dit Louis de Bourbon,”
—that is to say, under the great Condé. He has given us his own life and adventures under the title of Les honnestes Loisirs du Seigneur de la Motte-Messemé, which is divided into seven books bearing the title of the seven planets, as the history of Herodotus bears the name of the nine muses, and the poetical Zodiac of Marcellus Palingenesis bears the names of the twelve signs of the zodiac. To compose it, he retired to the Château de Bouzemont in Lorraine. We trust he was more skilful in the use of the sword than of the pen. One of his sonnets, however, is pleasing. It is like a single flower in a barren parterre. It is addressed to the dame de ses pensées, to whom, after acknowledging she hears Mass devoutly, fasts with due strictness, goes to confession regularly, and is always charitable to the poor, he says:
“Vous faictes tout cela, mais ce seroit resver
De croire que cela tout seul vous pust sauver.
Ne vous y arrestez pas, je vous prie, Madame;
D’aller en Paradis le plus certain moyen
C’est de rendre à chacun ce que l’on a du sien:
Rendez-moi donc mon cœur, vous sauverez vostre ame;”
—You do all this, but it is a dream to suppose this alone can save you. Do not stop here, madam, I pray you; the surest means of gaining paradise is to restore to every one what belongs to him: Give me back my heart, then, and you will save your soul!
Among other historic memories evoked by Le Poulchre in his seven cantos, he relates how, going to kiss the hand of the young King Charles IX., Anne d’Este,