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" His people, as of yore, before he past
“ Into the fullness of eternal rest,
* When by the Spirit to the lingering camp

de la ville et parla a Attila. Mais ne l'ayant pu flechir, il se mit en prieres, fit faire des processions, et porter par les rues les reliques des Saints. Un Prestre s'estant mocqué, disant, que cela n'avoit de rien profité aux autres villes, tomba roide mort sur la place, portant par ce moyen la peine de son insolente temerité. Apres toutes ces choses, il commanda aux habitans de voir si le secours n'arrivoit point; ayant été repondu que non, il se remet en prieres, et puis leur fait mesme commandement: mais n'appercevant point encore de secours, pour la troisieme fois il se prosterna a terre, les yeux et lesprit vers le Ciel. Se sentant exaucé, il fait monter a la guerite et luy rapporte-t-on que l'on ne voyoit rien si non une grosse nuée de poussière, il assuere que cetoit le secours d Ætius et de Teudo Roy des Goths, lesquels tardans a se montrer al' armee d' Attilla, S Aignan fut divinement transporte en leur camp, et les advertit que tout estoit perdu, s' ils attendoient au lendemain. Ils parurent aussi-tost, et forcerent Attila de lever si hâtivement le siege, que plusieurs des siens se noyerent dans la Loire, d'autres s' entretuerent avec regret d'avoir perdu la ville. Et non contens de cette victoire, le poursui.. virent si vivement avec le Roy Merouee, qui se vint joindre a eux, qu'ils le defirent en battaille rangée pres de Châlons, jonchant la campagne de 180,000 cadavres."

Le nouveau Parterre des fleurs des vies des Saints. Par P. Ribadeneira, Andre du Val et Jean Baudoin. Lyons 1666.


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ile host advancing pitch their tents. ber'd streamers wave, and clamorous shouts, ating conquest, rend the air universal uproar. From their camp rald comes; his garb emblazon'd o'er n leopards and the lillies of our realm ! shame to France ! The summons of the foe brought.”

The Bastard interrupting cried, vas with Gaucour and the assembled chiefs, then by his office privileged and proud That Herald spake, as certain of success As he had made a league with Vi&ory." Nobles of France rebellious! from the chief

Of yon victorious bost, the mighty Earl “Of Salisbury, now there in place of him “ Your Regent John of Bedford : in his name I come, and in our sovereign Lord the King's,

Henry. Ye know full well our master's claim, * Incontrovertible to this good realm,

“By right descent, and solemnly confirm'd

By your great Monarch and our mighty King “Fifth Henry, in the treaty ratified " At * Troyes, wherein your monarch did disclaim “ All future right and title to this crown, “ His own exempted, for bis son and heirs “ Down to the end of time. This sign'd and seal'd " At the holy altar, and by nuptial knot “ Of Henry and your Princess, yields the realm, « Charles dead and Henry, to his infant son Henry of Windsor.

Who then dares oppose My master's title, in the face of God “ Ot wilful perjury, most atrocious crime, “ Stands guilty, and of flat rebellion 'gainst

“ By the treaty of Troyes, Charles was to remain in quiet possession of the royal dignity and revenues. After his death the crown, with all its rights and dominions, devolved to Henry and his heirs. The imbecillity of Charles was so great that he could not appear in public, so that the Queen and Burgundy swore for him.”

The Lord's anointed. He at Paris crown'd,

« With loud acclaim from the duteous multitude

“ Thus speaks by me. Deliver up your town " To Salisbury, and yield yourselves and arms, " So shall your lives be safe : and-mark his grace! “ If of your free accord, to him you pay * Due homage as your sovereign Lord and King, “ Your rich estates, your houses shall be safe, " And you in favour stand, as is the Duke, * Philip of Burgundy. But-mark me well ! “ If obstinately wilful, you persist “To scorn his proffer'd mercy ; not one stone * Upon another of this wretched town * Shall then be left : and when the English host

Triumphant in the dust have trod the towers * Of Orleans, who survive the dreadful war “ Shall die like traitors by the hangman's hand. * Ye men of France, remember Caen and Roan!"

He ceased : por Gaucoor for a moment pausini

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