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
representative to be signed and sealed, and I amused myself as well as
impatience, not unmingled with fear, lest some unforeseen impediment
should be started, would allow, by looking about the room in which I was
left alone. Opposite the door was written, in large characters,
“Whatever servant of the republic shall accept of a fee or gratuity, for
transacting the public business, shall forfeit his place, and be farther
punished.” There was also stuck up on the wall a satirical print of
certain characters among us, who shall be nameless, in very ludicrous
attitudes and situations.----He soon returned with the passports
completely executed, and presented them to me, in such a manner as
convinced me, that to have offered a reward to him, for having simply
performed his duty, would have been construed into an insult, and
perhaps have been attended with unpleasant consequences to myself.
I hurried to the Admiral with my credentials, and we lost no time in
getting on board, and urging our departure from the port, which to our
unutterable joy took place about eleven o’clock last Tuesday. A
northerly wind prevented us from arriving here till yesterday.
The shortness of my residence in Brest, and the state of hurry and
anxiety in which it was passed, almost preclude me from offering to you
any remarks about it. It is very strangely laid out, on the side of a
hill, and long flights of steps connect different parts of the town. It
is certainly much larger than either Portsmouth or Plymouth, and
contains some handsome public buildings, exclusive of the naval arsenal,
which, you may be sure, I did not enter after the first night, when it
was too dark to make any observations. The French are said to be making
vigorous preparations here; but when we ran through Brest-Water, there
were only nine or ten sail of the line ready, or nearly ready, for sea.
As we sailed along, I cast a look of exultation at my old jail La
Normandie. At the harbour’s mouth we were boarded by a guard-boat, the
officer of which offered not any interruption to us, upon seeing our
passports.
I had almost forgotten to mention that before we embarked we heard that
Le Franq, the captain of Le Marat, was cashiered, for being a
_Robespierrist_; and that he, with many others, was obliged to shew
himself twice a day at the office of the municipality, as a caution
against his elopement. We did not see him, and by no means thought him
entitled to much commiseration.----Admiral Villaret gave us the
information.
To the civility of Mr. Anderson, the American consul, we were indebted,
not only now, but when we were formerly at Brest. My two old friends of
the prison-ship, on hearing of my arrival, found me out, and came to sup
with us at our inn.
Our expences ran very high during our short stay at Brest. We dined, at
a very middling ordinary, at fifteen livres a head; and for tolerable
wine after dinner were charged nineteen livres a bottle; every other
article being proportionably extravagant.
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