DE THOU is the Livy of the French nation. I will not dwell on the purity and the elegance of his style, his deep penetration into the mysteries of the cabinets of princes, nor on his accuracy, his impartiality, and, in a word, his historic excellence. I refer the reader, for a character of this historian, to a paper in the Essays of the ingenious Mr. Knox. I offer only a trait of his eloquence; which, at once, shews the man was not less amiable than the historian was admirable.
“How much,” exclaims Bourbon, “does the perusal of the History of the President De Thou make a reader wish, if he is possessed of a feeling heart, fervidly to wish, to meet in his friend a soul like his! He preserved inviolable the ties of friendship. Attentive to fill the duties which it exacts, he did not only render all the services he could to his friends, but he sought every occasion to distinguish them by praise; and he did this with such an effusion of tender sentiment, and ingenuous ardour, that Envy herself could not take offence at the eulogiums of a rival. After having filled a page with the praises of Pierre Pithou, he closes his eulogium by adding, that he would say more—if he was not his friend!”