which we are quite
unable to fill up, and which we must leave to be supplied by others.
Mr. Macintosh died at Eisenach, in Saxony, in 1809, at an advanced age;
but his name is no longer associated with that of Madame Grand. He left
a daughter, who became afterward the Countess de Colville; but whether
Madame Grand was her mother, or whether he had married after his
separation from that lady, are points on which we can throw no
light.[25]

Such, then, was the much-talked-of Madame de Talleyrand, Princesse de
Benevento. The date of her death is not given, but she certainly
predeceased her _last_ husband by several years. This marriage was not
productive of happiness. There was not only much difference of habits,
temper, and bearing, between the parties, to say nothing of the
antecedents of both, but it appears that madame was jealous "of every
member of her husband's family," to whom he showed affection. A
separation was the consequence, and this loving couple dwelt in distinct
establishments till the end of their lives.

It is a remarkable, and not uninstructive fact, that the revolution
could not extinguish the cultivated instincts of this extraordinary man;
and one of the most interesting things in this volume, is the glimpses
which we occasionally get of his impressions of the new order of things.
Harsh, and even cruel, as the old society had been to him, it had a
profound hold upon his affections; and when the solitude and satiety of
age invited reflection, he was compelled "to doubt whether the good
which had been gained could ever compensate for that which had been
forfeited". He lived on the memory of the past, and drew his best
inspirations from it. "Where," said he, "is the wit of your _salons_,
the independence of your writers, the charm and influence of your women?
What have you received in exchange for all these, which have fled
forever? I would not give the remembrance of these times for all the
novelty, and what you call _improvements_ of the social system of
to-day, even with the youth and spirit necessary to enjoyment. 'Tis
true, there were abuse and exaggeration in many of our institutions, but
where is the system in which these do not exist? If our people were
devoured with misery and taxes, yours is wasting to the core with _envy_
and discontent. Our _noblesse_ was corrupt and prodigal; yours is
_bourgeoise_ and miserly--greater evils still for the prosperity of the
nation. If our king had many mistr