Letters written in France, to a friend in London, between the month of November 1794, and the month of May 1795Tench, Watkin
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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
these doctrines to be men of profligate manners and corrupted
sentiments, with the words truth, honour, humanity, and generosity in
their mouths, while they are estranged from their hearts, you will not
suppose his danger of conversion to be imminent.
And now to terminate this long desultory epistle, which I have written
by snatches, when, and how, and as, I could.----Suffer me, however, before
we part, to say a word or two of the political changes which I perceive
to be working. My residence among the French is not yet six weeks old;
and in this short space of time, wonderful has been the alteration of
opinion. When we were taken, I was perpetually stunned with the
exclamations of “_Vive la Montagne_! _Vivent les Jacobins!_” But
suddenly, _La Montagne_ is become the theme of execration, and the
Jacobin club is cashiered. I gained a confirmation of these events oddly
enough. I had observed the disuse of these ridiculous cries for some
days, and had overheard a conversation which had raised my suspicions.
To ascertain their justness, I bade one of the boys call out as before.
“Ah!” said he, “that is forbidden; _à présent il faut crier, au diable
la Montagne! A bas les Jacobins!_” which he immediately ran along the
deck exclaiming. The memory of Robespierre they have uniformly affected
to hold in abhorrence; but if I may trust to a hint, which was imparted
to me on board the prison-ship, very different was once the tone of
Captain Le Franq, and all his officers. They now load the character of
this extraordinary man, before whom, not six months since, they
prostrated themselves like reptiles, with all the assassinations and
misery which have overspread France during the last two years. To him
alone, it seems, every crime which stains the national character is
imputable. At present I will not venture any opinion; but when I get on
shore, I shall direct my enquiries to develope the character of this
celebrated demagogue.
The fleet is preparing to sail; and as all the line-of-battle ships are
known either to the Admiral, his two young gentlemen, or myself, I shall
be enabled, by observing which sail, and which do not, to note down
exactly its strength, provided we be not gone before it. But to-morrow
we are assured we are to be landed.-------- Adieu.
LETTER V.
La Normandie, prison-ship,
Brest-Water, 5th Feb. 1795.
Could what I write reach you in due course, my present place of date
might surprize you, after the assurances which my last held out of going
forthwith to Quimper. Admiral Bligh has been meanly and cruelly treated:
their violated promises to me are of less consequence.
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