Quimper, 15th April, 1795.
By a news-paper, which I lately read, I find that the miseries and
complaints of the English prisoners here have at length been
communicated to our government; and that Sir Morton Eden is absolutely
arrived in France, in order to negociate the terms of an exchange. This
subject, which I have forborne to touch upon before, is a very serious
one; and a relation of the sufferings which the prisoners of war here
have undergone, from the injustice and cruelty of their treatment, would
form a most afflicting narrative. The following statement, which was
drawn up on the spot, by the Honourable Mr. Wesley[F], and transmitted
to Mr. Pitt, you may depend upon as a genuine and faithful
representation.
“Quimper, 18th October, 1794.
“In the beginning of July last, the prisons of Quimper contained
about 2,800 fine young men, about which period a jail distemper
broke out among them, which has already carried off upwards of
1,200. This disease still continues to rage with violence, and is
not to be attributed to any general ill state of the air, but to
the following local circumstances.
“First----Want of cleanliness, from there being no necessaries
provided, whence the whole circumambient air becomes contaminated
by so many people.
“Secondly----Bad provisions, and those in very small quantities, the
daily allowance for seven prisoners being only six pounds of bad
black bread; every fourth day these seven persons receive also two
pounds of salt pork among them; and on the intermediate days they
are served with a scanty mess of horse-beans. They have bad water,
and no wine, or any spirits of any kind; nor have even those who
possess the means leave to purchase those articles.
“Thirdly----Want of bedding and clothes, the commissary of the prison
of Pontenazan, near Brest, having stripped the greater part of the
victims, who had the misfortune to pass through his hands, of their
clothes, bedding, and money[G].
“Fourthly----Want of proper hospitals and attendance on the sick; the
hospital, which is intended for English prisoners, being too small
to receive half the number that are seized with the fever. The
remainder are carried into a damp room, and laid upon straw,
without any covering; and the above-mentioned prison allowance is
their only support.
“This is a fair and impartial statement of the situation of our
unfortunate countrymen. The winter, should they remain here, will
open a new scene of distress, as the few who may be spared, will
then perish by cold and hunger, as they will be absolutely
destitute of clothes, blankets, and other necessaries.”
After this it were almost unnecessary to pursue enquiry farther; but as
some well-authenticated anecdotes have been told to me, which, besides
their relation to the subject, strongly tend to evince the temper of the
times at different periods, and thereby become in some measure
associated with the general politics of the country, I shall give them
to you, after first premising, that I believe the greatest part of these
nefarious and disgraceful proceedings are attributable not to a
deficiency of either proper liberality, or proper directions, on the
part of the present French government, but rather to the villany of
their subordinate agents, who have violated the latter, in order to
profit by the former. We know that a _traitement_, in _assignats_, to
officers, who are prisoners, has been decreed by the convention, and its
rate settled; although, from the multitude of offices through which it
has to pass, and the obstacles and impediments thrown in our way when we
attempt to trace the cause of the stoppage, hitherto we have not been
able to recover any part of it. It is also fair to state, that since a
new commissary of prisoners has been appointed here, the daily ration of
provisions, by being equitably issued, is found very tolerably
sufficient. Farther, in justice to the people I am among, let me
declare, that since I have been landed (except a petty instance or two
of splenetic insult) I have had no cause to complain of oppressive
treatment, or to lament the want of as reasonable an extension of
liberty as I could expect.
I have said, that in the winter bread was forbidden to be sold to the
prisoners, and so was fuel, notwithstanding the severity of the season,
and although no allowance of it was issued to them. Had not the humanity
of some of the inhabitants of the town induced them to step forward to
their relief, in defiance of the penalty of imprisonment, many of the
English must have perished from cold.
The care of Lieutenant Robinson, of the Thames frigate, will set the
conduct of the agents of tyranny in its proper light. This gentleman
was taken in the latter end of October 1793, when _terror_ was the
_order of the day_, and in the engagement, which led to the capture of
the ship, lost one of his legs above the knee, and was severely wounded
in the other. On his arrival at Brest he was sent on shore to an
hospital, and attributes his being now alive to a good constitution
only; for he was neglected by the surgeons, and obliged to eat food in
the highest degree improper for a wounded man. He once applied to the
chief commissary for permission to send a person to buy some eggs,
vegetables, and other refreshments for him, and was brutally refused.
Mr. Robinson found, however, in some nuns, who were compelled to attend
here, tender and careful nurses. These poor women were subjected to the
grossest insults, and the harshest treatment. They had accustomed
themselves, from motives of religious commiseration towards the sick, to
employ their leisure hours in praying by the couches of those who chose
to hear them; but this pious and humane practice was interdicted to
them, by an especial mandate from the representatives on mission here;
and two of them, who were found guilty of transgressing the order, were
dragged to prison, amidst reproaches, taunts, and execrations.
Some months after, when his cure was advanced, though far from
completed, Mr. Robinson, in a hope of changing for the better, requested
to be removed to Pontenazan prison, about two miles from Brest, which
was the general receptacle of the English. Thither he was conveyed in a
cart, with several more sick prisoners, and thrust into an old
rope-house, containing 700 people, who shortly after were increased to
1,400. This room contained no beds for the sick, and his stump was not
healed. At first they were allowed to walk for air in the day-time in an
inclosed court; but this indulgence did not last long, and thenceforth,
on _no occasion whatever_, was a prisoner suffered to go out of the
room. Nay the windows were forbidden to be opened, though it was the
beginning of summer. However, upon this interdiction being communicated
to the representatives at Brest, they ordered the windows to be kept
closed on _one side only_. This rigorous crowded confinement soon
induced putrid diseases, which swept off twenty and thirty persons a
day, who were thrown without covering into a large hole, and quick-lime
heaped on the bodies. The daily allowance of the prison was a pound and
a quarter of black sandy bread, four ounces of salt pork, a pint of sour
wine, and at night a soup, of horse-beans boiled in water. The pork they
were obliged to eat always raw, for there was neither a kitchen, nor any
fire allowed, by which it could be dressed; and the sentinels were
strictly forbidden to permit the prisoners to send out and make
purchases of fuel, or aught else that they might need.
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.
Soon after Lady Anne Fitzroy, and her brother Mr. Wesley, arrived here.
He who recollects the former courtesy and gallantry of this once
polished nation will scarcely believe, that an attempt could be made to
immure a young, helpless, and beautiful woman, within the walls of a
common prison. “The age of chivalry is indeed no more!” By much
supplication, and after considerable difficulty, her ladyship obtained
permission to hire an apartment in an adjoining house, and to be served
by a _traiteur_ with what she wanted for herself and her attendants. She
was, however, forbidden to hold any communication with the people of the
town, and a sentinel was placed over her to enforce the order. In the
process of her confinement, liberty of walking in a garden, at the back
of her prison, was granted to her ladyship; and this signal indulgence
was followed up with leave to walk in the town, or to be carried in a
sedan which she had borrowed, guarded, however, by her sentinel, lest
her machinations might endanger the republic. The humane beneficence
exerted by Lady Anne and her brother, to all ranks of their poor
countrymen in captivity, are proclaimed here in terms of the most
enthusiastic applause and gratitude. Misery, in whatever shape it
appeared, excited their compassion, and called forth their bounty. They
supplied the unhappy sufferers in the common prison with raiment,
bedding, and food, without which assistance many of them must have
perished.----You will observe, by one of my former letters (which, long
ere this you must have received) that I had not the good fortune to see
her ladyship. Admiral Bligh was more lucky, when he carried his son, in
last January, on board the ship she was in, to receive her protection.
We have known, for some time past, that they arrived safely in England.
Were it necessary to continue the subject, after what you have read, I
am sorry to say, that it is in my power to adduce many more instances of
premeditated systematic neglect, cruelty, and oppression, with which
prisoners have been treated in this part of France during the present
war. Many of the evils they have endured must indeed be placed to the
account of Precini, the commissary, the same blockhead whose indecent
democratic manners, in a company of ladies, so much disgusted me soon
after I came to this place. This man has at length been superseded, and
his office filled by a very plain honourable character, who extends to
all in his department not only strict justice, but every fair and
consistent indulgence, which the ameliorated state of public sentiments
allows. The dismission of his predecessor, which was of the
unceremonious kind, we chiefly owe to the representations made by
Captain Kittoe, who had long witnessed his iniquity, and combated it,
after a long struggle, successfully. The defence which this gentleman
made at the _club_ (or popular society) of the town, before which he was
denounced, for “harsh and unjust usage of the prisoners of war,” shall,
however, be recorded in his justification. He did not deny that he had
issued to them bad and unwholesome provisions; but this, he said, was
only in compliance with orders he had received; in proof of which he
named a representative, who had publickly directed, that the
store-houses at Brest should be searched for damaged biscuit, “which,”
said he, “is good enough for those-------- of Englishmen!” Had the charges
against him turned on this single point, he must, therefore, have been
acquitted of them; but it was clearly proved against him, that he had
been guilty of innumerable acts of oppression and peculation.
While Precini locked up and cheated the prisoners, there were not
wanting others to sport with their misery. I dare say you have often
read, in extracts taken from the Paris news-papers, of a noisy speaker
in one of the sections, distinguished by his ridiculous assumption of
the name of Brutus. This man is now a private sentinel, although but a
few months since he was a general officer, and commanded the troops
here. He was (like Tribout) originally a barber. During his command he
took great delight in harassing the prisoners, and adding to their
distresses. In one of these freaks an unlucky prognostic occurred of the
decline of this great man’s glory. Some Englishmen who had broken out of
prison, in order to effect their escape, were retaken, and brought back.
To amuse himself, Brutus ordered them to be shackled with the heaviest
irons which could be procured, and in this condition marched them
several times round the prison-yard; in the centre of which, encompassed
by his satellites, he stood, enjoying their pain and aukward movements.
A Guernsey-man, who was of the number, as they passed by the General,
looked him full in the face, and cried, “_Chacun à son tour_.” At the
moment it caused only an increase of the universal merriment; but the
prediction seemed to be in some measure verified, when, soon after,
Brutus’s truncheon was taken from him, and a musquet put in its place.
This letter will be forwarded to you by Mr. Robinson, the gentleman
whose name is so often mentioned in it. After a captivity of eighteen
months, he has received permission, in consideration of his wounds, to
return to England, on condition of sending back a French officer of
equal rank to himself.-------- Adieu.