Tea at Trianon: Dauphine of France

John Wilson Croker on Marie-Antoinette

"We have followed the history of Marie Antoinette with the greatest diligence and scrupulosity. We have lived in those times. We have talked with some of her friends and some of her enemies; we have read, certainly not all, but hundreds of the libels written against her; and we have, in short, examined her life with– if we may be allowed to say so of ourselves– something of the accuracy of contemporaries, the diligence of inquirers, and the impartiality of historians, all combined; and we feel it our duty to declare, in as a solemn a manner as literature admits of, our well-matured opinion that every reproach against the morals of the queen was a gross calumny– that she was, as we have said, one of the purest of human beings."

~from History of the Guillotine by John Wilson Croker, 1844

Edmund Burke on Marie-Antoinette

"It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely there never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she had just begun to move in, glittering like a morning star full of life and splendor and joy. Oh, what a revolution....Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her, in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers! I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards, to avenge even a look which threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded...."

~Edmund Burke, October 1790

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Dauphine of France

A rare painting. Via Vive la Reine. To quote from the novel Madame Royale:

On Trinity Sunday of 1825, Charles X was crowned and anointed at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Rheims. Jewels sparkled like stars within the gothic heights amid the blaze of candles. In the galleries and nave there was a crush of silk, velvet and plumes. The sword of Charlemagne, Joyeuse, was borne in triumphantly, as was the new golden dove containing the Holy Ampulla....Thérèse, weighted by her ermine-lined regalia and the crown jewels, viewed with joy the first such ceremony she had ever witnessed, in the very spot where Jeanne d’Arc had watched the anointing of Charles VII before her fiery immolation. ~from Madame Royale by Elena Maria Vidal