ere prohibited; and the only resource the governor had
was, one day when the duke was playing at tennis, to efface all these
drawings, consisting chiefly of profiles. M. de Beaufort did not venture
to draw the cardinal's fat face.

The duke thanked Monsieur de Chavigny for having, as he said, cleaned
his drawing-paper for him; he then divided the walls of his room into
compartments and dedicated each of these compartments to some incident
in Mazarin's life. In one was depicted the "Illustrious Coxcomb"
receiving a shower of blows from Cardinal Bentivoglio, whose servant he
had been; another, the "Illustrious Mazarin" acting the part of Ignatius
Loyola in a tragedy of that name; a third, the "Illustrious Mazarin"
stealing the portfolio of prime minister from Monsieur de Chavigny, who
had expected to have it; a fourth, the "Illustrious Coxcomb Mazarin"
refusing to give Laporte, the young king's valet, clean sheets, and
saving that "it was quite enough for the king of France to have clean
sheets every three months."

The governor, of course, thought proper to threaten his prisoner that if
he did not give up drawing such pictures he should be obliged to deprive
him of all the means of amusing himself in that manner. To this Monsieur
de Beaufort replied that since every opportunity of distinguishing
himself in arms was taken from him, he wished to make himself celebrated
in the arts; since he could not be a Bayard, he would become a Raphael
or a Michael Angelo. Nevertheless, one day when Monsieur de Beaufort was
walking in the meadow his fire was put out, his charcoal all removed,
taken away; and thus his means of drawing utterly destroyed.

The poor duke swore, fell into a rage, yelled, and declared that they
wished to starve him to death as they had starved the Marechal Ornano
and the Grand Prior of Vendome; but he refused to promise that he would
not make any more drawings and remained without any fire in the room all
the winter.

His next act was to purchase a dog from one of his keepers. With this
animal, which he called Pistache, he was often shut up for hours alone,
superintending, as every one supposed, its education. At last, when
Pistache was sufficiently well trained, Monsieur de Beaufort invited the
governor and officers of Vincennes to attend a representation which he
was going to have in his apartment.

The party assembled, the room was lighted with waxlights, and the
prisoner, with a bit of plaster he had