two pages of theological controversy. This fire,
which at one time lay concealed under the ashes, and
at another burst forth with great violence, had desolated these beautiful provinces for upwards of sixty
years. The pretext was, defending the liberties of
the Gallican church. "Alas!" said I, "these people
are nevertheless born with a gentle disposition.
What can have drawn them so far from their natural character? They joke and keep holy days.* Happy the time when they shall do nothing but joke!"
I went over to England, where the same disputes occasioned the same barbarities. Some pious Catholics had resolved, for the good of the church, to blow up into the air with gunpowder the king, the royal family, and the whole parliament, and thus to deliver England from all these heretics at once. They showed me the place where Queen Mary of blessed memory, the daughter of Henry VIII., had caused more than five hundred of her subjects to be burnt. An Irish priest assured me that it was a very good action; first, because those who were burnt were Englishmen, and secondly, because they did not make use of holy water, nor believe in St. Patrick. He was greatly surprised that Queen Mary was not yet canonized, but he hoped she would receive that honor as soon as the cardinal should be a little more at leisure.
*Referring to the massacre of Protestants, on the eve of St. Bartholomew. Tr.
