LETTER XI.

Quimper, 1st May 1795.

Amidst such scenes as I was yesterday condemned to describe, it were

impossible but an universal corruption of manners must follow, and it

has accordingly arrived. That the French should pant to be free, who can

doubt, or who can blame? But it has happened to _them_, as it must to

every people who are suddenly hurried into extremes, without the

national mind being in any degree prepared for the change which has

taken place. This people possesses not the stability of character, or

the austere self-denying virtues, of the ancient republicans. Many of

the present leading demagogues of the convention do not even affect a

common regularity of manners; and, if the public journals, which do not

spare them by name, may be believed, wallow in the most scandalous

sensuality. I read the other day a description of a drunken scene

between one of the Merlins and a brother deputy, which was pourtrayed

with much humour. I mention this to shew you, that the editors of

news-papers here are not more afraid of the executive power than on your

side of the water. When I compare the present number of the convention

to what it was at its institution, not three years since, and recollect

the causes,----self-murder, public execution, desertion, and

banishment----which have occasioned the diminution, I stand petrified with

amazement and horror. What stronger proof of the depravity of this

legislative assembly can be adduced than their perpetual deliberate acts

of treachery towards each other, in betraying private conversations,

which have passed among themselves? Their annals are full of it. How

many of their members have been hurried by it to the _guillotine_; and

how many more have been supplanted in the public favour by the

informers!

The thirst for dissipation is not lessened; but whence the means which

enable many of the French to pursue it in its present form are derived,

is a mystery. If the excessive and daily increasing price of commodities

be considered, nothing is more inexplicable than how those who have

only stipulated incomes contrive to subsist upon them. I live with the

most rigid frugality, and yet cannot bound my expences within less than

250 livres a week. It is certain that false _assignats_ abound; and the

tongue of malevolence has not scrupled to assert, that many of them have

been issued from the national treasury, “in order to lessen the public

debt, when the day of presentation for payment shall arrive.” Remember,

I do not pretend to state this as more than the whisper of party. It is

evident that the habits, which this plenty of the medium of exchange,

however obtained, creates, are destructive of all industry. This little

town is crowded by men and women, who, like the Athenians, do nothing

from morning to night “but tell and hear of some new thing.” The

national fickleness demonstrates itself no less in private than in

public opinion. In Paris alone, in the month of last _Nivose_, 223

divorces took place, 198 of which were solicited by the _wives_. Nothing

is more specious than a facility of divorce. To render the chain of

union indissoluble were, indeed, to realize the punishment of

Mezentius; but to permit its separation upon every trifling and

momentary caprice, is to corrupt society in its source. You know that

marriage is here a civil contract only, which I have seen entered into

at the _bureau_ of the municipality, and which consists merely in the

parties declaring, before certain witnesses, their wish to be united,

and entering their names in a register; but of late all but flaming

republicans have thought it necessary to strengthen the engagement, by

privately superadding the ceremony of the church.

The national taste has suffered equal degradation. The dramas of Racine,

and the odes and epistles of Boileau, are supplanted by crude

declamatory productions, to which the revolutionary spirit has given

birth. The French have been almost as ingenious as ourselves. It was a

discovery reserved for the present age, that Pope was a mere versifier;

and that the immortal compositions of the two before-mentioned writers

are harmonious tinklings only, devoid of fire of fancy, and elevation of

genius. There has been a report presented to the convention, on the

_Gothicism_ which has overspread the land, and exterminated in its fury

more than two thirds of the works of art and taste, which ennobled

France. It will be handed down to posterity, in the chronicles of the

revolution, as a fact that marks the spirit in which it has been

conducted.

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.

As the observance of the Sabbath advances, the _Decadis_ sink into

contempt. I had heard much of civic feasts and other patriotic

institutions celebrated upon them; but since I have been here, nothing

of the sort has occurred. The national flag is displayed on the public

offices, and if there is no pressure of business, the clerks have a

holiday. A few zealous republicans also shut up their shops; but at

present for one shop shut on a Decadi, there are six on a Sunday; for,

however their owners may differ on political questions, a sense of

religion is not extinguished in the mass of the people, even of the

town. I have, nevertheless, been assured, that six months ago, to have

shewn this mark of respect for the Sabbath would have been a certain

mean of drawing down the resentment of the predominant faction. On every

Decadi the laws are appointed to be read in the cathedral, and the

municipality attend. I had once the curiosity to go to this meeting, and

found the number of auditors, which I counted, exclusive of the reader,

and those who attended officially, to be twenty-seven persons, of whom,

to my surprize, five were old women.

Were I not bound to attend an appointment at twelve o’clock, in the

event of which I am deeply interested, methinks it were a curious

speculation (to which I incline) to try to develope what will be the

probable state of France, when peace with all her neighbours shall be

restored to her. The thinking part of the nation survey, not without

alarming anticipation, the consequence of a million and a half of armed

men, to whom a habit of indolence is become familiar, being turned loose

upon a country whose specie has disappeared, whose foreign commerce is

annihilated, and whose manufactures must be _born again_, for hardly a

trace of their having ever existed remains: add to this, that the

government, by being no longer revolutionary, will lose its strong

executive spring: and that the people are split into innumerable

parties, which hate each other with irreconcileable inveteracy.

National prejudices and political antipathies I consider as a vile state

engine, which, in the hands of a few crafty men, has for more than five

thousand years wrought the misery of the human race. Englishmen and

Frenchmen, the Charib and the Hindoo, the philosopher of Europe and the

naked savage whose wanderings I have witnessed at Botany Bay, shall one

day, I presume in humble confidence to trust, be assembled before the

“living throne,” of a common Father; and look back on that diminutive

speck, which in the boundless ocean of infinity nothing short of divine

irradiation could make visible to their eyes;----to review with

unqualified contempt, sorrow, and repentance, those false principles,

and sanguinary conclusions, which rendered it unto them a theatre of

contention and horror, and caused their days to be “few and evil!”

If such be my sentiments, I have no right to wish calamity to France. I

do not.----May she conclude peace with her neighbours; and labour to

settle her own government; and render happy her numerous children! But

when I look forward to the completion of such an event, I think I

foresee so many long years of havoc, which have yet to urge their course

in this devoted country, that I will drop the curtain, and hasten to

meet-------- --------. Adieu.

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