To Monsieur de Coupeauville, Abbot of the Victory. LETTER XVI.
SIR, seeing the Relations that come from Paris, tell us no Newes at all of you, I en∣treat you to be your owne Historian, and not suffer me to be punctually informed of a thou∣sand things, that are indifferent to me, and re∣maine altogether ignorant of the state of your health, which is so infinitely deare unto mee. It is very likely, you have all the care that may be of it, as of a thing necessary for exercising the functions of a vertuous life; and I doubt not but you containe your selfe alwayes in that ex∣cellent meane, which is between disorder and mortification. You are no longer hungry after the glory of 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and if the Artillery of