In the possession of so many blessings, I should, were I in his position (and he probably does, or he is not the sensible man I take him to be), tremble at the possibility of any event that could call him from the calm enjoyment of them to the giddy height and uneasy seat of a throne.
The present king is in the vale of years, the Dauphin not young, and the Duc de Bordeaux is but a child.

Should any thing occur to this child, then would the Duc d'Orleans stand in direct line after the Dauphin.

I thought of this contingency last night as I looked on the happy family, and felt assured that were the Duc d'Orleans called to reign in France, these same faces would look less cloudless than they did then, for I am one of those who believe that "uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." With a good sense that characterises the Duc d'Orleans, he has sent his sons to public schools--a measure well calculated not only to give them a just knowledge of the world, so often denied to princes, but to render them popular.

The Duc de Chartres is an exceedingly handsome young man, and his brothers are fine youths.

The Princesses are brought up immediately under the eye of their mother, who is allowed by every one to be a faultless model for her sex.
The Duc d'Orleans is said to be wholly engrossed in the future prospects of his children, and in insuring, as far as human foresight can insure, their prosperity.
I have been reading Shelley's works, in which I have found many beautiful thoughts.