Journal of the Waterloo campaign, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b kept throughout the campaign of 1815Mercer, Cavalié
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Journal of the Waterloo campaign, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b kept throughout the campaign of 1815
Mercer, Cavalié
Mercer, Cavalié, 1783-1868 -- Diaries; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 -- Personal narratives, British
_21st._--A short march to Beauvais, where we arrived early; and
whilst I parked the guns and saw my people put up, Hitchins
accompanied F. in search of my quarters. My duty finished, I followed
to a handsome house, where I understood they were. Whilst making
inquiries under the gateway, Madame herself came out and told me
rather angrily that I could have no quarters there, as the colonel
(my travelling title) and his lady already occupied all she was bound
to furnish. I endeavoured to explain that the gentleman up-stairs
was my friend, that I was M. le Colonel, and had sent him to escort
my wife, &c. &c. At the word _femme_, the _insolente_ with a sneer
turned from me with, “Ah! soi-disante.” A scene occurred; Monsieur
himself came out, who I insisted should be responsible for his wife’s
tongue. At last they begged pardon, and I mounted the staircase
according to direction, and found a most comfortable lodging--two
well-furnished rooms and a small cabinet. The people sent up soon
after to invite us to dinner, they being ordered to feed us; but we
would not go, and made them send dinner up to us. Our rooms had only
one drawback--they were rather gloomy, the windows opening upon a
courtyard. Stayed three days in Beauvais, during which we lived well
at the expense of our host; and having bought some cards, Hitchins
came every evening to coffee, and we had a game at casino. Our
mornings were passed in visiting the beautiful Gothic cathedral and
other churches; the manufactory of tapestry, equalling that of the
Gobelins, of which this is a branch; in shopping, and in riding about
the neighbouring country, which is pretty--somewhat resembling that
about Bath. One evening we went to the play--a dark dismal house, and
quite a second-rate set of actors. Don’t know what the piece was,
but the humour consisted in the _patois_ of an old Picard servant,
who was continually repeating, “Ya! ya! ya! Munsincur!” There were
a good many of us--all the officers of Ross’s troop and Dyas’s
battery, _par excellence_. The pit was full of French soldiers; yet
all went off cheerfully, until our people called for “Vive Henri
Quatre,” which these Napoleonists fiercely opposed, and a row ensued,
which terminated at last amicably. The ramparts of Beauvais form a
delicious promenade, which I enjoyed; whilst F. and Hitchins were
gadding about from shop to shop, buying lace, cambric, &c.
_22d._--I intended marching forward to-morrow, but Quartermaster
Robertson, who was sent on to take up our quarters, returned at
midnight with the intelligence that all the villages ahead of us were
still full of troops. Relinquished the idea.
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