"Oh! sire," cried Mazarin, "may you be blessed! My God! May you be beloved by all my family.Per Baccho! If ever any of those belonging to me should cause your displeasure, sire, only frown, and I will rise from my tomb!"This pantalonnade did not produce all the effect Mazarin had counted upon.Louis had already passed to considerations of a higher nature, and as to Anne of Austria, unable to bear, without abandoning herself to the anger she felt burning within her, the magnanimity of her son and the hypocrisy of the cardinal, she arose and left the chamber, heedless of thus betraying the extent of her grief.Mazarin saw all this, and fearing that Louis XIV.might repent his decision, in order to draw attention another way he began to cry out, as, at a later period, Scapin was to cry out, in that sublime piece of pleasantry with which the morose and grumbling Boileau dared to reproach Moliere.His cries, however, by degrees, became fainter; and when Anne of Austria left the apartment, they ceased altogether.
"Monsieur le cardinal," said the king, "have you any recommendations to make to me?""Sire," replied Mazarin, "you are already wisdom itself, prudence personified; of your generosity I shall not venture to speak; that which you have just done exceeds all that the most generous men of antiquity or of modern times have ever done."The king received this praise coldly.
"So you confine yourself," said he, "to your thanks -- and your experience, much more extensive than my wisdom, my prudence, or my generosity, does not furnish you with a single piece of friendly advice to guide my future."Mazarin reflected for a moment."You have just done much for me, sire," said he, "that is, for my family.""Say no more about that," said the king.
"Well!" continued Mazarin, "I shall give you something in exchange for these forty millions you have refused so royally."Louis XIV.indicated by a movement that these flatteries were displeasing to him."I shall give you a piece of advice," continued Mazarin; "yes, a piece of advice --advice more precious than the forty millions.""My lord cardinal!" interrupted Louis.
"Sire, listen to this advice."
"I am listening."
"Come nearer, sire, for I am weak! -- nearer, sire, nearer!"The king bent over the dying man."Sire," said Mazarin, in so low a tone that the breath of his words arrived only like a recommendation from the tomb in the attentive ears of the king -- "Sire, never have a prime minister."Louis drew back astonished.The advice was a confession -- a treasure, in fact, was that sincere confession of Mazarin.
The legacy of the cardinal to the young king was composed of six words only, but those six words, as Mazarin had said, were worth forty millions.Louis remained for an instant bewildered.As for Mazarin, he appeared only to have said something quite natural.A little scratching was heard along the curtains of the alcove.Mazarin understood: "Yes, yes!"cried he warmly, "yes, sire, I recommend to you a wise man, an honest man, and a clever man.""Tell me his name, my lord."
"His name is yet almost unknown, sire; it is M.Colbert, my attendant.Oh! try him," added Mazarin, in an earnest voice;"all that he has predicted has come to pass, he has a safe glance, he is never mistaken either in things or in men --which is more surprising still.Sire, I owe you much, but Ithink I acquit myself of all towards you in giving you M.
Colbert."
"So be it," said Louis, faintly, for, as Mazarin had said, the name of Colbert was quite unknown to him, and he thought the enthusiasm of the cardinal partook of the delirium of a dying man.The cardinal sank back on his pillows.
"For the present, adieu, sire! adieu," murmured Mazarin."Iam tired, and I have yet a rough journey to take before Ipresent myself to my new Master.Adieu, sire!"The young king felt the tears rise to his eyes; he bent over the dying man, already half a corpse, and then hastily retired.
