im ï faw two ftrangc things in my time, though-widely different. I was fitting at dinner in the city of Bourdeaux when king Richard was born : it was on a Wédnefday, on the point of ten o'clock. At that hour fir Richard de Pontchardon, then raarfhal of Aquitaine, came to me and feid,— c Froiflart, write, that it may be remembered, my lady; the princefs, is brought to bed of a fine fon : he is born on twelfth day, the fon of a king's fon, and (hall be king himfelf/ The gallant knight foretold the truth, for he was king of England twenty-two years ; but he did not forefee what was to be the conclufion of his life. When king Richard was born, his father was in Galicia, which don Pedro had given him to conquer : a curious thing happened, on my firft going to England, which I have much thought on fipce. I was in the fervice of queen Philippa, alnd* when Ihe accompanied king Edward and the royal fa-mily, to take leave of the prince and princefs of Wales, at Bcrk-hempftead, on their departure for Aquitaine, I heard an ancient knight, in con-verfation with fome ladies, fay,—e We have a book called Bruft, that declares neither the prince of Wales, dukes of Clarence, York nor Glocefter, will be kings of England, but the defendants of the duke of Lancafter/ Now I, the author of this hiftory fay, that, confidering all things, thefe two knights, fir Richard de Pontchardon, and fir Bar the Comers de Brulls, in what they faid, were both iq the right, for all the world faw Richard reign