In England this calumny never found credit even with the vulgar, and is nowhere to be found even in the most ribald doggrel that was sung about our streets.

In truth the Princess seems never to have been guilty of a thought inconsistent with her conjugal vows.

To her Marlborough, with all his genius and his valour, his beauty and his grace, was nothing but the husband of her friend.

Direct power over Her Royal Highness he had none.

He could influence her only by the instrumentality of his wife; and his wife was no passive instrument.
Though it is impossible to discover, in any thing that she ever did, said or wrote, any indication of superior understanding, her fierce passions and strong will enabled her often to rule a husband who was born to rule grave senates and mighty armies.