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
This huge dungeon contained people of all ages. One day the commissary
of prisoners pointed out to Prieur de la Marne (one of the members of
the convention on mission) some little children, who were in a destitute
miserable condition, and asked what should be done to relieve their
wretchedness. “They are young vipers,” cried this gentle and
compassionate representative, stamping with fury, “turn them out to
graze; grass is good enough for the English!”----This same Prieur, who is
now “shorn of his beams,” and in arrest, is well known for his
severities and oppressions in Brittany. It seems, that he entertained
hardly a more favourable opinion of the people of Brest, than of the
English; for at one of the meetings of the popular society there, after
a great execution, he affirmed that the town did not contain three real
patriots; and that all persons who wore mourning for traitors (meaning
those who had just been guillotined) were sharers in their guilt.
On the 5th of last May, Mr. Robinson, with other prisoners, was ordered
to Quimper, at the distance of forty-five miles from Brest. A man on
crutches, who had but one leg, and that crippled, might be supposed to
be entitled to the indulgence of a vehicle for his conveyance. But when
this unfortunate officer asked how he was to be transported to the place
of his destination, he received for answer----“Walk, to be sure!”----In vain
did he represent his utter incapacity. He was commanded to set out with
the other prisoners; and complied. At the end of a mile he found himself
totally exhausted, and must have lain down to perish on the road, or
await the casual humanity of passengers, had not the soldiers who formed
the escort, lifted him into a cart, which conveyed the baggage. When
they reached Quimper in a heavy rain, they were all put, without
distinction, into an old convent, and during the whole of this day
received for food and bedding----_straw_ only.----Finding himself wet and
feverish, and possessing neither dry clothes or a bed, Mr. Robinson
requested, as a favour, that he might be allowed to sleep for the first
night at any house in town, observing to his keepers that he could not
run away; and offering, in case of compliance with his entreaty, to
defray not only his own expence, but that of the sentinel who might be
placed over him.----He was peremptorily refused.
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