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the Pucelle of Voltaire. For the work of Chapelain, which I had long sought in vain, I am obliged to a valuable friend.
The book is rare, and I believe no person less interested than myself in the story, could persevere through it. The Analysis however which I have now prefixed to the English Poem will not be found unamusive; it comprizes all the beauties, and most of the absurdities of twelve thousand lines.
On the eighth of May, the epoch of its deliverance, an annual fete is held at Orleans; and monuments have been erected to the memory of the Maid. Her family was ennobled by Charles; But it should not be forgotten in the history of this monarch, that, in the hour of misfortune, he abandoned to her fate, the woman who had saved his kingdom,
THE FIRST BOOK.
The Poem opens with an exordium, an invocation, and a panegyric ; like a good Christian, Chapelain invokes the Angels instead of the Muses, and as he tells us that the bounty of the Duc de Longueville enabled him to enjoy a life of leisure, we may, on the score of gratitude, excuse four and forty lines of encomium, after fourteen pages of dedication.
During the melancholy course of a hundred years, ihe just rigour of the holy Destinies had overwhelmed France with every kind of evil. Two deluges of blood from her yeins had flooded the fields at Poitiers and at Azincour, two strokes of lightning at Crevant and Verneuil had conducted her to the gates of the grave. Charles, her young master, wandered from his captived throne ; he saw his vassal reverenced instead of
himself; he saw the cruel enterprize of the English daily prospering; he saw his realm torn from him, and in his own country sought for his country.
Les costaux, les vallons, les champs et les prairies,
To his troubled eye
Orleans alone remained faithful to her King; but Orleans had been for nine months besieged, and every attempt to relieve the garrison had failed. On the sum