Five or six good years of peace are needful for the kingdom.
My poor people have suffered too much; they are in great desolation.

If God had been pleased to grant me life, I should have put it all to rights; it was my thought and my desire, let my son be strictly charged to remain at peace, especially whilst he is so young.

At a later time, when he is older, and when the kingdom is in good case, he shall do as he pleases about it." [Illustration: Louis XI----260] On Saturday, August 30, 1483, between seven and eight in the evening, Louis XI.

expired, saying, "Our Lady of Embrun, my good mistress, have pity upon me; the mercies of the Lord will I sing forever (misericordias Domini in ceternum cantabo)." "It was a great cause of joy throughout the kingdom," says M.de Barante with truth, in his _Histoire des Dues de Bourgogne_: "this moment had been impatiently waited for as a deliverance, and as the ending of so many woes and fears.

For a long time past no King of France had been so heavy on his people or so hated by them." This was certainly just, and at the same time ungrateful.
Louis XI.