Letters written in France, to a friend in London, between the month of November 1794, and the month of May 1795Tench, Watkin
History
Letters written in France, to a friend in London, between the month of November 1794, and the month of May 1795
Tench, Watkin
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Personal narratives, British; Tench, Watkin, 1759?-1833 -- Correspondence
formidable antagonist.
Nature has denied to France a port in the Channel, capable of receiving
large ships; but if art can supply the deficiency, they seem determined
to employ it to its utmost extent. Whether the works at Cherbourg are
proceeding or not, I cannot exactly learn; but it is certain, that the
scheme of rendering it secure for line of battle ships is not utterly
abandoned; and who can doubt, that it will either be carried on there,
or in some neighbouring port, with accelerated vigour, on a return of
peace? Their warlike spirit now runs so high, and is so universally
diffused, that many years must elapse ere it will subside. It is a train
of gun-powder, to which, in the present temper of the people, a spark
will give fire. A hatred of England is fostered with unceasing care. In
nothing does this inveterate spirit against us demonstrate itself so
bitterly, as in the abhorrence with which they always mention our taking
possession of Toulon: “You gained it like traitors; you fled from it
like poltroons.” On the celebrated measure of making them a present of
four ships of the line, and six thousand of their best seamen, which
were sent to Brest and Rochfort from the Mediterranean, they often make
themselves merry, and us serious, by pointing out the ships as they now
lie near to us, equipped and ready for sea; and by affirming, that the
supply of men thus received enabled them to fit out those cruizing
squadrons which have so sorely distressed our commerce.
How incumbent upon us, then, is it become to guard against the effects,
which a propagation of this principle will inevitably produce! Naval
perfection is, I am well aware, like all other perfections, placed
beyond human reach; but the road to excellence is open. In it we have
advanced before our rivals in all branches of naval superiority but one:
I mean ship-building. Our vessels want length, and in the construction
of their bottoms are undeniably very inferior to those of our enemies.
Hence the continual escapes of the French fleets from ours, by superior
sailing, when we want to bring them to action, which no skill,
diligence, or bravery in our commanders can surmount. We possess models
from which we might learn to correct our errors, and supply our
deficiencies; but these patterns we are more ready to destroy than to
imitate, as if fearful lest comparison of them with our own productions
should demonstrate our inferiority. Thus do we continue obstinately to
grope on in a dark and superannuated track, merely because our ancestors
preceded us in it. The truth is, the art of ship-building has been
cultivated in France by men of science, enlightened by a previous study
of its theory: whereas in England it has been committed to the
management of those, who for the most part have certainly had no room to
boast of a scientific education, or a laborious examination of
principles; and who could justly lay claim to the merit of observation
only.
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