ican at heart," says
the priest with a sigh.

"I am an Englishman," says Harry, "and take my country as I find her.
The will of the nation being for church and king, I am for church and
king too; but English church and English king; and that is why your
church isn't mine, though your king is."

Though they lost the day at Malplaquet, it was the French who were
elated by that action, whilst the conquerors were dispirited, by it; and
the enemy gathered together a larger army than ever, and made prodigious
efforts for the next campaign. Marshal Berwick was with the French this
year; and we heard that Mareschal Villars was still suffering of his
wound, was eager to bring our Duke to action, and vowed he would fight
us in his coach. Young Castlewood came flying back from Bruxelles, as
soon as he heard that fighting was to begin; and the arrival of the
Chevalier de St. George was announced about May. "It's the King's third
campaign, and it's mine," Frank liked saying. He was come back a greater
Jacobite than ever, and Esmond suspected that some fair conspirators
at Bruxelles had been inflaming the young man's ardor. Indeed, he owned
that he had a message from the Queen, Beatrix's godmother, who had given
her name to Frank's sister the year before he and his sovereign were
born.

However desirous Marshal Villars might be to fight, my Lord Duke did not
seem disposed to indulge him this campaign. Last year his Grace had been
all for the Whigs and Hanoverians; but finding, on going to England, his
country cold towards himself, and the people in a ferment of High Church
loyalty, the Duke comes back to his army cooled towards the Hanoverians,
cautious with the Imperialists, and particularly civil and polite
towards the Chevalier de St. George. 'Tis certain that messengers and
letters were continually passing between his Grace and his brave nephew,
the Duke of Berwick, in the opposite camp. No man's caresses were more
opportune than his Grace's, and no man ever uttered expressions of
regard and affection more generously. He professed to Monsieur de Torcy,
so Mr. St. John told the writer, quite an eagerness to be cut in pieces
for the exiled Queen and her family; nay more, I believe, this year
he parted with a portion of the most precious part of himself--his
money--which he sent over to the royal exiles. Mr. Tunstal, who was in
the Prince's service, was twice or thrice in and out of our camp; the
French, in theirs of Arlieu and a