“When the Marechal de Belle-Isle’s son was killed in battle, Madame persuaded the King to pay his father a visit. He was rather reluctant, and Madame said to him, with an air half angry, half playful:{{pb}}  ————Barbare! don’t l’orgueil  Croit le sang d’un sujet trop pays d’un coup d’oeil.{{pb}}The King laughed, and said, “Whose fine verses are those?”—“Voltaire’s,” said Madame ———.“As barbarous as I am, I gave him the place of gentleman in ordinary, and a pension,” said the King.”