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agency, and assured him of his protection. The duke's kindness appeared an additional proof; it must be added, moreover, that, the minister, who cared little who was the adventurer that had played the part of the prince of Modena, had written word that the pretended prince was no other than a deserter from the tartars of the company of Noailles. People's minds, at first overcome by so terrible a catastrophe, had quickly recovered themselves. A tartar! said they; a man who has evidently received a good education, of a noble and delicate complexion, with fine blue eyes, beautiful light hair, remarkable freshness, a skin like a woman's, hands, if possible, whiter still; this a tartar! a soldier's servant! nonsense; it cannot be a tartar, therefore it is a prince; and the minister does not know what he says, or rather does not choose to say what he knows.
All this time the ship Raphael was sailing with the prince towards Europe, where adventures of a new kind, and more extraordinary, perhaps, than those he had experienced at Martinique, awaited him. We give the recital of them, drawn up from the report sent by Dr. Garnier, who, as we have before mentioned, had accompanied his highness.
-quæque ipse miserrima vidi
Et quorum pars magna fui.
Such was the lamentable text of Garnier, who at the moment he was writing, though a martyr to his belief, was only rendered the more firm in the opinion he had embraced, by his sufferings.
Nothing remarkable had occurred during the passage. The prince had shown himself, as usual, firm and authoritative even, when he chose to be so; always master over the others, though not always so over himself. He had inspired the whole of his little troop with respect, beginning with his chaplain, the Dominican O'Kelly, a kind of grenadier missionary, whom he had obliged, it was said, to be sober enough to get drunk but once a-day, and so modest as not to forswear his religion whenever he opened his mouth. In the intervals of sea-sickness, from which he suffered much, he played at cards with his confidants; and when he
*Tartar was the name given, in the king of France's household troops, to the servants who waited on the soldiers of those corps.
had exhausted their purses, he would throw his own on the table, oblige' them to share it among them, and they would begin the game again.
He appeared ardently desirous of arriving in Europe, and above all to be able to leave the ship, his sea-sickness tormenting him violently; so that on making the coast of Spain, he desired to be put on shore, saying that he would pursue his journey by land. It has been pretended that his intention was to avoid the French territory; but what advantage could it be of to him to go to Spain? It would have been so much more simple to have been put on shore at Antigua, as they sailed by that island! There, once in the British dominions, having nothing to fear or disguise, he might have enjoyed in peace the fruits of his industry, which it would have been easy for him to have rendered much more considerable than they were. He did not adopt this plan; why? what were his motives, his hopes? nobody knows.
See him now landed, under a salute of cannon, at Faro, a town of Portugal; he is announced as a prince, and no suspicion is entertained of his being an impostor. He demands a courier, that he may send him to the duke of Modena's charge d'affairs at Madrid; he also asks for the means of being conveyed with his suite to Seville, where he intends to wait for his messenger's return; all are at his orders. He sets out for Seville, as tranquil and as gay as he had ever been, occupying himself with nothing but paying his court to all the pretty women he sees, and making love to them so much like a great lord, that one night he wanted to force, with a pistol in his hand, a husband to give his wife up to him. If things did not take place exactly as he wished, they had at least none of the serious consequences which might have happened, and he reached Seville safe and sound, preceded by a great reputation for gallantry.
All the women were behind the blinds of their windows to see him pass; all the people of rank in the city came to pay him their respects; they gave him entertainments; he returned them, and on occasion showed himself magnificent and gracious; in a word he turned the heads of the Sevillans, especially the women, as he had done those of the inhabitants, male and female, of Martinique. During the day, he was almost always in company; at
night it was not so easy to know what had become of him; and however little mysterious his gallantries were, he sometimes disappeared so completely, that the marquis d'Eragny, who began to entertain some suspicions, was apprehensive more than once, that he had made his escape. As for him, without any apparent uneasiness but what was occasioned by the delay of the courier he had sent to the minister of Modena, he seemed to wait with impatience for his return.
At last, one day when he had requested the intendant to give him a dinner at his country-house with some ladies, he arrives with his suite at the rendezvous, where he finds neither the intendant nor the ladies, which surprises and displeases him much. He sees the preparations for dinner, but nobody to receive him. After a while, the intendant makes his appearance with a packet of letters in his hand, and accompanied by the court-alcayde, with some of his officers. "My lord," says he to the prince," his majesty orders you to be under arrest, until he shall have determined on what shall be done with you. I shall conduct you to the little fort you see yonder; it is there the king desires you to remain."
The prince expresses great surprise, but answers the intendant without embarrassment; "I am born a sovereign as well as he; he has no right to command me, but he is master here; I consent to the arrest which he puts me under."
He is conducted to a small tower, where were stationed a lieutenant and a few invalid soldiers; he is left without being locked up, and is requested to name those of his suite whom he wishes to have about his person. He desires Rhodez, his physician, and his chaplain, to be sent to him. He then examines his new lodging, which he is by no means satisfied with; he declares that there is no staying in it; that it would kill him. The lieutenant observes to him that he is on his parole. "I promised," answered he, "to stay in a place that should be inhabitable.” “I have no orders,” replied the officer, "to use force against your highness." While this is passing, O'Kelly makes his appearance, the prince sends him privately to the convent of Dominicans, with a message requesting to have a bed in their house, and stating that he will there wait for the king's orders. The monks consent to receive him; he leaves the tower, quietly, through the
door, which had been left open, and the lieutenant, who really had received no orders, dares not oppose his departure.
Once in the Dominican convent, it was no easy matter to get him out. It became necessary to open a negociation with the provincial of the order, and with the archbishop of Seville; the nuncio's authority was brought into play. At last the Dòminicans agreed to wave their privileges, and to allow the prisoner to be seized in their house, provided this could be effected without bloodshed.t
The officer charged with the execution of this duty, enters the prince's chamber, his hat in one hand, his sword in the other, and says to him, "surrender, sir, by his majesty's order." But the young man in an instant arms himself, and springs into a corner of the apartment, protesting that he will put to death the first person who offers to touch him. He is surrounded with bayonets; he opposes these with his sword, and at the same time deals about him such violent blows with it, that the prescribed condition became impracticable. The guard retire; in the meantime the populace assembles at the door; the affair is quickly known throughout the city. The government is censured both for what it has done, and what it has not done; the women, especially, are indignant at the violence committed against the stranger. What a shame to treat thus a young man, so handsome, so noble, so generous, so brave! he is a prince beyond all manner of doubt, and such a prince as there are very few who resemble him; it is scandalous to ill use him so!
The agents of the government, who were made sensible by this fermentation of people's minds, of the necessity of quickly terminating the business, renewed their negociations with the Dominicans. The latter, at last, consent to deliver up their guest themselves; but the thing was difficult to execute. He never stirred but with a brace of pistols at his girdle; when sleeping they were placed under his pillow; at table they were on each side of his plate; and for greater surety, he always ate alone, in his own.
The convents in Spain are privileged; those who take refuge in them cannot be forced away.
†These details, which Garnier could not be acquainted with, are taken from a letter written by a Dominican of Seville, to father Serre, a Dominican. of Martinique.
room, with his face fronting the door. However, a plan was fixed upon. They had appointed to wait on him a young lay brother; gay, vigorous, and active, whose services were well received, and whose good humour diverted him much. One day this man, who always stood behind his chair during meals, had been telling him a story which was probably very droll; the prince held his sides for laughter. The young monk seized his opportunity, laid hold of both his arms from behind, and at the same moment stamped on the floor with all his might. Immediately the alguazils, who were concealed close by, made their appearance. The poor prince is carried off, and thrown into the darkest dungeon of the most infamous prison in the city, el cataboer de los Putos; chains are fastened round his waist, his legs, and his hands; they load him to such a degree with fetters, that to use the expressions of Dr. Garnier, "he resembled a bundle of pieces of iron; they must have been greatly afraid of him.”
In this situation they bring before him the marquis d'Eragny, Garnier, and Rhodez, who had been probably arrested when he had left the fort. "See," they were told, "if this be a prince, and ask him from what motive he has deceived you." His spirit did not appear in the least cast down; he expressed astonishment at the violence with which he was treated, was grieved that his friends should suffer such humiliation on his account; but he promises them they should have justice; he expected it of Europe, of God, of his sword. "Never," exclaims the enthusiastic Garnier, in his account of this interview, "never did he appear more like a prince, more superior to the rest of mankind, than under the pressure of the unworthy fetters with which he was loaded.”
Four and twenty hours afterwards, he is conducted to the council-hall, in order to undergo an examination. "You have no right to ask me questions," said he to his judges; "my name is sufficient to inform you, that being born your master, I owe no account of my conduct but to God. I am called Hercules Rinaldo d'Este, son of the reigning prince, and of Charlotte Aglae," &c.
He was asked, "Have you not endeavoured to withdraw the ́ island of Martinique from its allegiance to the king of France?"
"I have no answer to make to a question so totally without foundation."