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 circumstance of having missed, by being a few
hours too late, an opportunity, the fellow of which might not arrive for
months, joined to the apprehensions and perplexity of men in our
situation, on entering into a garrison-town like Brest, at so
unseasonable and suspicious an hour, rendered our feelings very
unenviable. We wanted the boatmen to land us at the town, and to shew us
to an inn, where we might be accommodated with beds; but this they
peremptorily refused to do, telling us, that we might every moment
expect to be hailed by one of the forts, and ordered on shore to give an
account of ourselves. This happened, as they had foretold, in a few
minutes, when we were summoned through a speaking-trumpet to land
within some pallisades at the point of the dock-yard. A serjeant and a
file of men received us, and conduced us immediately to their officer at
the guard-house, a tall well-looking young man; who after having
inspected our passports, and listened to our wishes, very civilly
offered to accommodate us as well as he could in his guard-room, or, if
this proposition were not agreeable, to send a serjeant with us to knock
up an inn. We were grateful for his politeness, and begged to accept the
latter, requesting permission to leave our baggage under his care until
morning, which was complied with, and a serjeant was directly sent away
with us. We had, however, but just passed one of the barriers of the
dock-yard, when we were stopped by a municipality patrole, who,
notwithstanding our conductor’s explanations and remonstrances, carried
us all forthwith to their guard-house, and gave us to understand, that
we must pass the night there as well as we could. This treatment enraged
us; and I bade them recollect that they were offering an unnecessary
indignity to a “_General Anglais_,” who had not entered Brest without
ample and sufficient authority, and who would certainly represent their
interference and impertinence, on the next morning, to his friend
Admiral Villaret, and the members of the convention on mission here.
This resolute tone, to which the Admiral desired me to give full force,
had quickly its effect, and this _bourgeois_ collection of tinkers and
taylors thought proper to send us under an escort to a neighbouring inn;
but it was now become so late, that, after having knocked at the door
for more than half an hour, we were obliged to return to the
guard-house, and take up our lodging there: the Admiral sitting up, on a
bench, by the fire, and the two youngsters and I lying down on the
guard-bed with the soldiers.
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