Better than an inheritance of service rendered to Eng-
land herself, has sometimes proved the most insane
hatred to England. Hyder AH, even his far inferior
son Tippoo, and Napoleon, have all benefited hy
this disposition amongst ourselves to exaggerate the
merit of diabolic enmity. Not one of these men was
ever capable, in a solitary instance, of praising an
enemy — [what do you say to that, reader ?] and yet
in their behalf, we consent to forget, not their crimes
only, but (which is worse) their hideous bigotry and
anti-magnanimous egotism ; for nationality it was not.
Suffrein, and some half dozen of other French nautical
heroes, because rightly they did us all the mischief
they could, [which was really great] are names justly
reverenced in England. On the same principle. La
Pucelle d'Orleans, the victorious enemy of England,
has been destined to receive her deepest commemoi-a-
tion from the magnanimous justice of Englishmen.
Joanna, as we in England should call her, but, ac-
cording to her own statement, Jeanne (or, as M. Mich-
elet asserts, Jean^) d'Arc, was born at Domremy, a
village on the marshes of Lorraine and Champagne,
and dependent upon the town of Vaucouleurs. I have
called her a Lorrainer, not simply because the word is
prettier, but because Champagne too odiously reminds



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