He was believed to be more fitted for the head of an army than of a party, and so I think, because he was not naturally enterprising; but, however, who knows?
He always had in everything, just as in his speech, certain obscurities, which were never cleared up save by circumstances, but never save to his glory." He had said, when he set out, to this same Cardinal de Retz, then in retirement at Commercy, "Sir, I am no _talker (diseur),_ but I beg you to believe that, if it were not for this business in which perhaps I may be required, I would go into retirement as you have gone, and I give you my word that, if I come back, I, like you, will put some space between life and death." God did not leave him time.

He summoned suddenly to Him this noble, grand, and simple soul.

"I see that cannon loaded with all eternity," says Madame de Sevigne: "I see all that leads M.de Turenne thither, and I see therein nothing gloomy for him.

What does he lack?
He dies in the meridian of his fame.

Sometimes, by living on, the star pales.