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
One of the company, Monsieur Kérvélligan, is a member of the convention,
and appeared to me, both on this occasion and since, to be a manly
dignified character. I conversed a little with him on indifferent
subjects, as he only played occasionally. He is reputed to possess a
penetrating mind; and it is certain that he very early discovered the
views of Robespierre, and described them faithfully to his friends
here. Monsieur Kérvélligan was proscribed, with many other deputies, on
the 31st of May, when the Brissotine party was overthrown, and compelled
to flee before that of the Mountain. With some of his colleagues, he
effected his escape into Normandy, and thence into the wildest part of
this neighbourhood, where he took refuge among the peasants, by whom he
was known and beloved. These poor people were well aware, that by
betraying him they might make their fortunes; but they were too simple
and honest to violate the duty of hospitality. He frequently ventured to
come into town in disguise, and has often heard himself proclaimed a
traitor, and a reward offered to whoever would bring him in, alive or
dead, to the municipality. Soon after the execution of Robespierre, he
emerged from his retreat, and by a late decree of the convention, is
recalled, with others, to his seat in their body; and intends to set out
to Paris very soon, to resume his delegation. Monsieur Kérvélligan voted
against the murder of his sovereign; and has told his friends here, that
in going, on the day of the question being put to the vote, to the hall
of the convention, he and many other members were several times stopped,
and surrounded by bodies of the lowest class of the people, who clapped
pistols to their heads, threatened them, and swore they would sacrifice
them on their return, if they did not vote for the death of their
sovereign.
During the carnival-week there was a second party, similar to the first,
at our house: and, under the auspices of our good hostess, I went also
to two others, the last of which, on _Sunday_ evening, was at Monsieur
Kérvélligan’s, where the same entertainment was provided, and pursued
with the same avidity. Mademoiselle Kérvélligan I have already mentioned
as a handsome young woman; and her mother, Madame Kérvélligan, is also
very agreeable.
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