one that ever I beheld in my life. In the very ſame place you see Houses enough to make a great City, and rows of Trees sufficient to make a delicious Solitude. At certain private hours, you find here all the innocent pleasures that the Country affords; at that of publick meeting, all the busy chat and noise, which the most populous Cities are able to furnish. Their Houses are more free than in France, at the appointed times for receiving Company; but more reserved than in Italy, when too exact a regularity obliges strangers to withdraw, and reduces the family to a close way of living. We now and then go to make our court to the young Prince[1], who will have reason to complain of me, for telling you only, that a person of his Age and Quality was never master of so much good sense and judgment. To say all, I must tell you things that would not be believ'd; and by a secret impulse of self-love, I chuse rather to pass over in silence what I know, than not to be believ'd in acquainting you with what you know not.
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- ↑ The Prince of Orange, (afterwards King William III.) who was then but 14 Years of Age.
