Letters written in France, to a friend in London, between the month of November 1794, and the month of May 1795 — John Shaqi
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
The inhabitants of the town, or troops of the municipality as they are
called, are obliged to do the ordinary duties here, when the regular
soldiers are absent. In certain cases, however, they are allowed to
perform this service by proxy. The present price of a substitute is ten
livres a day, which is judged to be more than the worth of a day’s
labour, though it will not purchase more than a pound and a half of
bread, a pound of veal, and a bottle of indifferent wine.
I have not yet said any thing to you of the French regular troops whom I
have seen since I have been landed. There is not at present any complete
regiment here, but there are detachments of infantry from several.
Every day I see the different guards parade, march off, and relieve; and
twice I have seen a detachment exercise, and perform their evolutions,
which, though few and simple, were very awkwardly executed. Certainly a
stranger, who should neglect to calculate the force of other causes,
would start, on being told, that before these raw levies (to use Mr.
Gibbon’s words, as nearly as I can recollect them, on an occasion not
very dissimilar) the disciplined legions of Germany, the sons of
chivalry of Castille, the gallant nobles of their own country, and even
the hardy freemen of Britain, have been compelled to flee. In vain would
he look for those usual indications of excellence, and prognoses of
success, silence, attention, and the exact performance of movements in a
great body, which we find in an individual.----In their room he would see
battalions, composed indeed of stout and healthy young men, but clumsily
and confusedly drawn up, with uneven ranks and broken files, whose bold
looks, slovenly attire, and unrestrained carriage, would seem to
proclaim equal defiance of their enemies and their leaders. Talk to
them, and they will try to make you believe, that they wish to decide
all battles by the bayonet only; and yet at this weapon they would to a
certainty be beaten by the English, were the forces on each side in
every other respect perfectly equal; for their bayonets, which I have
measured, are shorter, and worse fitted for purposes of destruction,
than ours. When they charge, nothing is more common than to hear them
talk to each other, and fancy an Englishman, an Austrian, or a Spaniard,
beneath their point, and crying for quarter.----I acknowledge freely, that
the bravery of the French is as unquestionable as the light of the sun;
but this in itself is inadequate to the atchievements which we have
recently witnessed. To that lively courage which stimulates them to
perpetual attacks; to their enthusiastic ardour in the cause of their
invaded country; and above all to their undiminishable numbers, must be
attributed those extraordinary events, which have confounded all
political calculation, and filled Europe with amazement, consternation,
and mourning.
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