France in eighteen hundred and two : $b Described in a series of contemporary lettersYorke, Henry Redhead
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France in eighteen hundred and two : $b Described in a series of contemporary letters
Yorke, Henry Redhead
France -- Description and travel
Le Bon was convulsed with passion, and sometimes he cried; but when
he reached the scaffold he gave a horrible cry, which drew peals of
laughter from the spectators. He had to be lifted out of the cart, fear
had paralysed his strength; during the short period before the knife
descended a hundred mocking voices wished him _bon voyage_ and a
happy meeting with his friends in hell. Thus amidst curses did this
ferocious monster expire.
Amiens exhibits nothing new or interesting since the Revolution. The
shag and plush manufactories and the manufactory of woollen stuffs and
goats’ hair continue, but have suffered severely by the events of the
last ten years. Trade is still dull, but it is hoped it will soon be
rendered more brisk by the return of peace.
On our return to the “Lion d’Or” we were charged seven pounds eight
shillings sterling money of the Kingdom of Great Britain for a supper
in the Republic of France! I ordered horses, resolving never to set
foot again in a house where I had been so egregiously cheated. Just
before I stepped into the carriage Madame Pollet made her appearance
and exclaimed, “Êtes-vous content, monsieur?”
I promised to let my countrymen know what good cheer they might expect
at her house, not forgetting the reasonableness of her charges. I have
now fulfilled my promises.
VI
JOURNEY TO CHANTILLY, AND DESCRIPTION OF THAT PLACE
Hebricourt was the next great town upon our route, and here we found
another church consecrated to Reason. The cap of Liberty, appropriately
placed upon the weather-cock, veered round with every different gust of
wind--over the door of the church the words “Temple de la Raison” were
inscribed.
At Bréteuil, twenty-three miles from Amiens, we dined, or rather
starved, at the Hôtel de l’Ange. They made a thousand apologies for the
wretched fare put before us, and explained that there was a fair in the
town, and the crowd of country people flocking to it had completely
demolished every vestige of provision.
After the plates were removed from the table and we had finished our
apology for a meal, we visited the fair. There was a great concourse of
people, but no noise or disorder. The women were in holiday clothes,
wearing close caps. The men were decently attired, but with cocked
hats, which gave them a most puritanical appearance. I did not see a
single person intoxicated, nor much show of articles of trade. There
were many Merry Andrews, quack doctors and puppet shows.
During the greater part of our journey from Amiens to Bréteuil we
observed lands in much better order and farmhouses neater and more
comfortable than any we had seen in France; the country is agreeably
diversified, and woods appear in every direction.
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