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
splendid articles in precious stone, gold, silver, &c.; shops of
_gourmandise_ (if I may be allowed the term)--everything that could
stimulate or pamper the appetite. Many were entirely filled with
knick-knackery, or articles of _vertu_; others with steel or cutlery;
in others, again, were tastefully displayed the finest cashmere or
merino shawls and _fichûs_ of the most brilliant colours. In short,
I cannot remember the tenth part of the rich display under these
arcades.
In the esplanade were a few shabby trees, some benches, and piles
of chairs. The crowd of loungers, &c. (for I presume most there
were so), under the arcades, was very great, principally, I think,
military. Prussian and Russian officers in blue or green uniforms,
waists drawn in like a wasp’s, breasts sticking out like a pigeon’s;
long sashes, with huge tassels of gold or silver, hanging half-way
down their legs--pretty red and white boyish faces, with an enormous
bush of hair over each ear; lancers in square-topped caps and waving
plumes; hussars in various rich uniforms, one more remarkable,
sky-blue, curiously laced with a sort of chain-lace, very ugly to
my taste; Austrian officers in plain white uniforms, turned up
with red--very neat, very soldier-like, very becoming, and the
men who wore them more gentlemanly in their appearance than any
of the others; English officers in all sorts of dresses, fancy,
half-military, and quite so. To say that women abounded amongst
these would be almost superfluous--some very handsome, some quite
the contrary--all wearing looks of the boldest and most meretricious
character. Boys, too, abounded, as in the Pays Bas, following
and pestering you with their odious propositions. The cafés and
restaurants were principally filled with officers smoking, drinking,
playing chess, &c. &c. A few turns in the promenade, and then it
was so late that we returned to the Place Louis Quinze, whence a
cabriolet in due time brought us to our quiet peaceable village.
The next day (13th), although it looked black and threatening, we
went to Paris; but the rain set in so heavily that we returned
forthwith, most completely drenched, to Colombes, having seen nothing.
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