me might be the reason he was too much neglected: this certainly was a
fault which cannot be justified. His education and morals suffered
by this neglect, and he acquired the habits of a libertine before he
arrived at an age to be really one. My father tried what effect
placing him with a master would produce, but he still persisted in the
same ill conduct. Though I saw him so seldom that it could hardly be
said we were acquainted, I loved him tenderly, and believe he had as
strong an affection for me as a youth of his dissipated turn of mind
could be supposed capable of. One day, I remember, when my father
was correcting him severely, I threw myself between them, embracing my
brother, whom I covered with my body, receiving the strokes designed
for him; I persisted so obstinately in my protection, that either
softened by my cries and tears, or fearing to hurt me most, his
anger subsided, and he pardoned his fault. In the end, my brother's
conduct became so bad that he suddenly disappeared, and we learned
some time after that he was in Germany, but he never wrote to us,
and from that day we heard no news of him: thus I became an only son.
If this poor lad was neglected, it was quite different with his
brother, for the children of a king could not be treated with more
attention and tenderness than were bestowed on my infancy, being the
darling of the family; and what is rather uncommon, though treated
as a beloved, never a spoiled child; was never permitted, while
under paternal inspection, to play in the street with other
children; never had any occasion to contradict or indulge those
fantastical humors which are usually attributed to nature, but are
in reality the effects of an injudicious education. I had the faults
common to my age, was talkative, a glutton, and sometimes a liar; made
no scruple of stealing sweetmeats, fruits, or, indeed, any kind of
eatables; but never took delight in mischievous waste, in accusing
others, or tormenting harmless animals. I recollect, indeed, that
one day, while Madam Clot, a neighbor of ours, was gone to church, I
made water in her kettle; the remembrance even now makes me smile, for
Madam Clot (though, if you please, a good sort of creature) was one of
the most tedious grumbling old women I ever knew. Thus have I given
a brief, but faithful, history of my childish transgressions.
How could I become cruel or vicious, when I had before my eyes
only examples of mildness, and was surrounded by some of the best
people in the world? My father, my aunt, my nurse, my relations, our
friends, our neighbors, all I had any connections with, did not obey
me, it is true, but loved me tenderly, and I returned their affection.
I found so little to excite my desires, and those I had were so seldom
contradicted, that I was hardly sensible of possessing any, and can
solemnly aver I was an absolute stranger to caprice until after I
had experienced the authority of a master.
Those hours that were not employed in reading or writing with my
father, or walking with my governess, Jaqueline, I spent with my aunt;
and whether seeing her embroider, or hearing her sing, whether sitting
or standing by her side, I was ever happy. Her tenderness and
unaffected gayety, the charms of her figure and countenance, have left
such indelible impressions on my mind, that her manner, look, and
