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       Honoré de Balzac

      Catherine De Medici

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664152527

Table of Contents

       INTRODUCTION

       PART I. THE CALVINIST MARTYR

       I. A HOUSE WHICH NO LONGER EXISTS

       TO MADAME LA ROYNE ET DU ROY NOSTRE SIRE.

       II. THE BURGHERS

       III. THE CHATEAU DE BLOIS

       IV. THE QUEEN-MOTHER

       V. THE COURT

       VI. THE LITTLE LEVER OF FRANCOIS II.

       VII. A DRAMA IN A SURCOAT

       VIII. MARTYRDOM

       IX. THE TUMULT AT AMBOISE

       X. COSMO RUGGIERO

       XI. AMBROISE PARE

       XII. DEATH OF FRANCOIS II

       XIII. CALVIN

       XIV. CATHERINE IN POWER

       XV. COMPENSATION

       PART II. THE SECRETS OF THE RUGGIERI

       I. THE COURT UNDER CHARLES IX.

       II. SCHEMES AGAINST SCHEMES

       III. MARIE TOUCHET

       IV. THE KING’S TALE

       “I.”

       V. THE ALCHEMISTS

       PART III

       I. TWO DREAMS

INTRODUCTION

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      There is a general cry of paradox when scholars, struck by some historical error, attempt to correct it; but, for whoever studies modern history to its depths, it is plain that historians are privileged liars, who lend their pen to popular beliefs precisely as the newspapers of the day, or most of them, express the opinions of their readers.

      Historical independence has shown itself much less among lay writers than among those of the Church. It is from the Benedictines, one of the glories of France, that the purest light has come to us in the matter of history—so long, of course, as the interests of the order were not involved. About the middle of the eighteenth century great and learned controversialists, struck by the necessity of correcting popular errors endorsed by historians, made and published to the world very remarkable works. Thus Monsieur de Launoy, nicknamed the “Expeller of Saints,” made cruel war upon the saints surreptitiously smuggled into the Church. Thus the emulators of the Benedictines, the members (too little recognized) of the Academie des Inscriptions et Belles-lettres, began on many obscure historical points a series of monographs, which are admirable for patience, erudition, and logical consistency. Thus Voltaire, for a mistaken purpose and with ill-judged passion, frequently cast the light of his mind on historical prejudices. Diderot undertook in this direction a book (much too long) on the era of imperial Rome. If it had not been for the French Revolution, criticism applied to history might then have prepared the elements of a good and true history of France, the proofs for which had long been gathered by the Benedictines. Louis XVI., a just mind, himself translated the English work in which Walpole endeavored to explain Richard III.—a work much talked of in the last century.

      Why do personages so celebrated as kings and queens, so important as the generals of armies, become objects of horror or derision? Half the world hesitates between the famous song on Marlborough and the history of England, and it also hesitates between history and popular tradition as to Charles IX. At all epochs when great struggles take place between the masses and authority, the populace creates for itself an ogre-esque personage—if it is allowable to coin a word to convey a just idea. Thus, to take an example in our own time, if it had not been for the “Memorial of Saint Helena,” and the controversies between the Royalists and the Bonapartists, there was every probability that the character of Napoleon would have been misunderstood. A few more Abbe de Pradits, a few more newspaper articles, and from being an emperor, Napoleon would have turned into an ogre.

      How does error propagate itself? The mystery is accomplished under our very eyes without our perceiving it. No one suspects how much solidity the art of printing has given both to the envy which pursues greatness, and to the popular ridicule which fastens a contrary sense on a grand historical act. Thus, the name of the Prince de Polignac is given throughout the length and breadth of France to all bad horses that require whipping; and who knows how that will affect the opinion of the future as to the coup d’Etat of the Prince de Polignac himself? In consequence of a whim of Shakespeare—or perhaps it may have been a revenge, like that of Beaumarchais on Bergasse (Bergearss)—Falstaff is, in England, a type of the ridiculous; his very name provokes laughter; he is the king of clowns. Now, instead of being enormously pot-bellied, absurdly amorous, vain, drunken, old, and corrupted, Falstaff was one of the most distinguished men of his time, a Knight of the Garter, holding a high command in the army. At the accession of Henry V. Sir John Falstaff was only thirty-four years old. This general, who distinguished himself at the battle of Agincourt, and there took prisoner the Duc d’Alencon, captured, in 1420, the town of Montereau,