had changed his court into a place of ill-fame, his grandson, educated in a corner of the palace of Meudon by pious and enlightened masters, grew up in respect for his rank, in awe of the throne, and in a real love for the people whom he was one day to be called upon to govern.

The soul of Fenelon seemed to have traversed two generations of kings in the palace where he had brought up the Duke of Burgundy, in order to inspire the education of his descendant.

What was nearest the crowned vice upon the throne was perhaps the most pure of any thing in France.

If the age had not been as dissolute as the king, it would have directed his love in that direction.

He had reached that point of corruption in which purity appears ridiculous, and modesty was treated with contempt.
Married at twenty years of age to a daughter of Maria Theresa of Austria, the young prince had continued until his accession to the throne in his life of domestic retirement, study, and isolation.