Who, though a spinster, yet was able That sway leans. She was born at the town of Domremi, on the Meuse, daughter of James de Arc and Isabella Romee; was bred up a shepherdess in the country. At the age of eighteen or twenty she pretended to an express commission from God to go to the relief of Orleans, then besieged by the English, and defended by John Comte de Dunois, and almost reduced to the last extremity, She went to the coronation of Charles VII. when he was almost ruined. She knew that prince in the midst of his nobles, though meanly habited. The doctors of divinity, and members of parliament, openly declared that there was something supernatural in her conduct. She sent for a sword, which lay in the tomb of a knight, which was behind the great altar of the church of St. Catherine de Forbois, upon the blade of which the cross and fleur de lis were engraven, which put the King in a very great surprise, in regard none besides himself knew of it: upon this he sent her with the command of some troops, with which she relieved Orleans, and drove the English from it, defeated Talbot at the battle of Patai, and recovered Champagne. At last she was unfortunately taken prisoner in a sally at Compiegne, in 1430, and tried for a witch or sorceress, condemned, and burned in Rouen market-place, in May, 1430. 6 All this is a satire on King Charles II. who was governed so much by his mistresses: particularly this line seems to allude to his French mistress, the Duchess of Portsmouth, given by that Court, whom she served in the important post of governing King Charles as they directed. We rule all churches, and their flocks, And are the heavenly vehicles And make men do what we judge fitting; Is there an officer of state, 'We are your guardians, that increase, "Tis we that can dispose, alone, Nor can the rigorousest course Have ne'er been able to defeat: For when you 'ave try'd all sorts of ways, your heads; Are but to girt you with the sword, Kill one another, and cut throats, And have your brains beat out the sooner; Things that are never to be known; Το And run stark mad to show your parts; And turn them which way we see cause ; And stand for us in all engagements. 17. Ꮮ ‹ And these are all the mighty powers Pass on ourselves a Salique law; 7 We see after all, (says Mr. Byron) that the Widow was too cunning to be entrapped either by the threats or entreaties of the Knight's Epistle. All his hypocritical pretences being thus disappointed, we may conjecture that he deemed them unavailable; as we hear nothing further concerning them. THE ELEPHANT IN THE MOON. PREFACE. It would be very unjust to the memory of a writer so much and so justly esteemed as Butler, to suppose it necessary to make any formal apology for the publication of these REMAINS. Whatever is the genuine performance of a genius of his class, cannot fail of recommending itself to every reader of taste; and all that can be required from the Publisher is to satisfy the world, that it is not imposed upon by false and spurious pretensions. This has already been attempted in the printed proposals for the subscription; but as the perishing form of a loose paper seems too frail a monument to preserve a testimony of so much importance, it cannot, I hope, be judged impertinent to repeat the substance of what I observed upon that occasion, that the manuscripts, from which this work is printed, are Butler's own hand-writing; as evidently appears from some original letters of his found amongst them: that, upon his death, they fell into the hands of his good friend Mr. W. Longueville, of the Temple; who (as the writer of Butler's life informs us) was at the charge of burying him; that, upon Mr. Longueville's de |