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
Notwithstanding the various arms by which religion has been persecuted,
she again begins to lift her head. A report, presented by Boissy
d’Anglas, from the united committees of public safety, general security,
and legislation, to the convention, containing ten articles in favour of
public worship, has been adopted and decreed. By these the republic
acknowledges no national religious institution; nor grants salaries to
the priesthood; nor furnishes any place for the performance of worship,
&c. &c.; but it expressly forbids, under pain of punishment, every one
from preventing his neighbour from the exercise of his devotion.
In consequence of this decree on the back of the proclamation issued by
Guesno and Guermeur, and of assurances from the constituted authorities
that they shall not be molested, the moderate catholics here assemble on
every Sabbath in the cathedral, the use of which (as an indulgence) is
granted to them; but the more rigid, fearless of the law (which forbids
it) hold little meetings at each other’s houses, where the non-juring
clergy officiate. This is known to the police; but the predilection of
the country people, who flock in great numbers to these assemblies,
renders it convenient to wink at them, and has hitherto restrained all
attack upon them.
I went upon Easter Sunday to the cathedral, and found a numerous
congregation there. The altar was lighted up by twelve large waxen
tapers; the holy water was sprinkled upon the congregants; and the
incense was burnt, with the accustomed ceremonies; but even here
democratic spleen manifested itself in disturbing what it is no longer
allowed to interdict. In the most solemn part of the service, the
_Marseillois Hymn_ was heard from the organ: that war-whoop, to whose
sound the bands of regicides who attacked their sovereign in his palace
marched; and which, during the last three years, has been the watch-word
of violence, rapine, and murder[H]! How incongruous were its notes in
the temple of the Prince of Peace! A black-guard-looking fellow close to
me, whom I knew, by his uncombed hair, dirty linen, ragged attire, and
contemptuous gestures, to be a _veritable sans-culotte_, joined his
voice to the music, and echoed, “_Aux armes, citoyens!_” Fear alone kept
the people quiet; and of its influence in this country I have witnessed
astonishing proofs, which demonstrate, beyond volumes of reasoning, the
terror inspired by the revolutionary government.
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