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October 13, 2016

October 13, 1925

It is hard to find information on H. Noel Williams but this paragraph appears to be our subject.

Hugh Noel Williams. Born 20th January 1870 Maindee, Newport, Monmouthshire, Wales. Son of William Williams, Merchant, and Elizabeth (nee ?). Clifton College 1882-1886. St. John's College, Oxford 1886-1888. Author and Journalist. Died 13th October 1925 Liverpool Road Hospital, Islington, London.


Noel Williams wrote (maybe put together, or collated is a better word) many books about European royalty. Such as

Memoirs of the Courts of Europe Vol. II Madame Du Barry
Queen Margot, Wife of Henry of Navarre
The love-affairs of the Condés (1530-1740)
Five Fair Sisters
A fair conspirator: Marie de Rohan, duchesse de Chevreuse
The Brood of False Lorraine: The History of the House of Guise Vol
Rival Sultanas: Nell Gwyn, Louise dee Kéroualle and Hortense Mancini
A princess of intrigue: Anne Genevieve de Bourbon, duchesse de Longueville
Last loves of Henri of Navarre,
A gallant of Lorraine: François, seigneur de Bassompierre, marquis…
Unruly Daughters: A Romance of the House of Orléans
The women Bonapartes: the mother and sisters of Napoleon I
A rose of Savoy; Marie Adélaïde of Savoy, duchesse de Bourgogne, mother…
The pearl of princesses; the life of Marguerite d'Angoulême, queen of…
A princess of adventure: Marie Caroline, duchesse de Berry
Madame De Pompadour
Madame de Montespan
Madame Recamier and Her Friends
Later Queens of the French stage
the fascinating duc de richelieu
The Women Bonapartes : the mother and three sisters of Napoleon I : Volume…
Madame de Pompadour
The Women Bonapartes : the mother and three sisters of Napoleon I : Volume…



From the first title  above we  have this account of the reception of  "The fascinating Duc de Richelieu, Louis François Armand de Plessis (1696-1788)"


THE FASCINATING DUC DE RICHELIEU

....the square in front of the Palais was filled by an immense crowd, and the line of waiting carriages extended to the Rue Dauphine; while within the temple of Themis the staircase and the galleries were choked with people, and the Ambassadors' tribune besieged by foreign ladies, who begged for admission in every tongue that is spoken from the Tagus to the Neva.The costume of the hero of the day was worthy of the occasion. "The Due de Richelieu, having attained the age of twenty-five years," says Mathieu Marais, "entered the Parlement The whole of his coat, mantle, and breeches were made of a very rich stuff, which cost two hundred and sixty livres the ell. He looked like the god of Love." The ladies present were of the same opinion as the writer, and a perfect shower of billets doux descended upon the duke, who found himself, in consequence, almost as much embarrassed as he had been on the occasion of his reception by the Academy.


Two years later, Richelieu was received a second time by the Parlement, for his duchy of Fronsac, and had again to make his entry under the admiring eyes of a throng of women who had been honoured by his attentions or aspired to receive them. The expatriation of Mile. de Valois left Mile. de Charolais in possession of the field, for, now that her cousin was out of the way, her Highness affected to regard with sovereign contempt the numerous rivals who entered it from time to time. "It is a horrible thing," writes Madame, "that a princess of the blood should declare, in the face of the world, that she is amorous as a cat, and that this passion is for a knave who is beneath her in rank, whom she is unable to marry, and who is, moreover, unfaithful to her, for he has half-a-dozen other mistresses. When one tells her that, she replies: 'Good! he only has mistresses to sacrifice them to me and to relate to me what passes between them.' It is a truly frightful state 
of affairs."


This paragraph is from the first book listed above

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