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Rh his whole garb glittering with worked silver, the young monarch might well win and fix the eye. Never was king more skilled in the science of his high place than Louis; he was well aware of the power of the pomp that dazzles, and the state that awes—well did he know how to excite the enthusiasm which he only seemed to permit. He acknowledged the acclamations of the multitude, now by a wave of the hand scarce amounting to a sign, and now by a slight inclination of the head, which just bent the light plumes of his hat. But when he passed the statue of Henri Quatre he uncovered, and the sun shone full on his bright and falling curls, which fell like light on each side of his young but grave and noble countenance.

The people rent the air with their shouts,—it was as if he thus publicly pledged himself to follow the example of his popular predecessor. He passed on, followed by a brilliant train; and, long before night, old grievances, parliaments, Mazarin, and all, were merged in eulogiums on the young sovereign. Events followed each other rapidly: De Retz—the popular, the beloved—was arrested, without so much as a crowd in the streets; and thus ended the celebrated league his ambition had fomented, his spirit animated, and his genius maintained. Years of exile and privation