'There is a noble hymn in French, which Monsieur Bayle has celebrated for a very fine one, and which the famous author of the Art of Speaking calls an admirable onc, that turns upon a thought of the same nature. If I could have done it justice in English I would have sent it to you translated: it was written by Monsieur Des Barreaux, who had been one of the greatest wits and libertines in France, but in his last years was as remarkable a penitent. Grand Dieu, tes jugemens sont remplis d'equité; Et ta clemence même attend que je perisse. "If these thoughts may be serviceable to I you, desire you would place them in a proper light, and am ever with great sincerity, 'Sir, yours, &c.' |