He has left us a sketch of the life of Saint Germains, a slight sketch indeed, but not unworthy of the artist to whom we owe the most highly finished and vividly coloured picture of the English Court in the days when the English Court was gayest.

He complains that existence was one round of religious exercises; that, in order to live in peace, it was necessary to pass half the day in devotion or in the outward show of devotion; that, if he tried to dissipate his melancholy by breathing the fresh air of that noble terrace which looks down on the valley of the Seine, he was driven away by the clamour of a Jesuit who had got hold of some unfortunate Protestant royalists from England, and was proving to them that no heretic could go to heaven.

In general, Hamilton said, men suffering under a common calamity have a strong fellow feeling and are disposed to render good offices to each other.
But it was not so at Saint Germains.

There all was discord, jealousy, bitterness of spirit.

Malignity was concealed under the show of friendship and of piety.