The Huguenots is a very entertaining book, drawn¹ from excellent sources, rich in its topics, describing many admirable persons and events, and supplies an old defect in our popular literature. The editor’s part is performed with great assiduity and conscience. Yet amidst this enumeration² of all the geniuses, and beauties, and sanctities of France, what has the greatest man in France, at that period, Michael de Montaigne, done, or left undone³, that his name should be quite omitted?

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