THE LITTLE Dauphin is ill; the little Dauphin will die. In all the churches of the kingdom the Holy Sacrament is laid ready day and night, and tapers are burning, for the recovery of the royal child. Seated by the little prince’s pillow, the Queen -her beautiful face bathed in tears, sobs bitterly before every one, just as a peasant mother would.
The Death of
the Dauphin Louis-Joseph
By Alphonse Daudet (1840–1897)
From ‘Letters from My Windmill’: Translation of Mary Corey
My first book for children and young
people.
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