More Courts-martial—Bal Masqué—Anecdotes of Wellington—Songs in
his praise—Spanish Banditti—Excesses of the Army—Carnival—More
Anecdotes of the Duke—The Staff—Grand Entertainment at
Head-quarters—Wellington’s opinion on Affairs at Home—Murder of an
Officer—General Craufurd.
Frenada, February 12, 1813.
8 o’clock, Friday night.
MY DEAR M——,
On my return from Fuente Guinaldo I found instructions for two new
Courts-martial in Lord Wellington’s rough pencil notes,—a broad scroll
in pencil in one corner, “Refer all this to the Judge Advocate,”
meaning me to draw charges, &c. I must now tell you of my expedition
to Fuente Guinaldo. We were to have tried the Commissary for burning
a house down, but by my advice he offered to pay all the damage done
to General Alava, the Spanish agent here, and in consequence to be
forgiven if it was paid in time. This was the best for the Spaniards,
the owners, and a tolerably sharp punishment for a man whose only
lawful pay is 7_s._ 6_d._ a-day, the damage being near fifteen hundred
dollars. The night before the trial he had not raised the money. I
went to Lord Wellington to know what I should do, as the witnesses
were all ready. He told me to give him till Monday next, and have all
the witnesses rationed and kept till that time at Guinaldo. Suspecting
that this would be my instruction, I had got another case ready for the
Court there.
About seven o’clock, after a crust of bread and a glass of rum and
milk for breakfast, off we went, Henry and I, for Fuente Guinaldo, and
at the same time I sent one of my Portuguese men with my mattress and
blankets, coverings, corn and hay for my horses, to meet us there,
Henry carrying my papers, Mutiny Act, testaments, and all writing
implements, &c., for my Court-martial. The morning threatened much,
as the frost is just broken up; but we got there dry and in time, and
I found my way without any blunder, which, as the road was entirely
across open downs, or through woods without inhabitants, and full of
cross tracks, was some merit; I had, however, applied to Captain Wood,
the hunter, who knows all the country well, for instructions.
We arrived at Guinaldo in two hours, finished a case and tried a man
for shooting a Portuguese, acquitted him of murder, but found him
guilty of very disorderly conduct, and sentenced him to receive eight
hundred lashes. I then walked round the town, looked into the church,
and came back; wrote the whole out fair on six sides of folio paper;
dined with the president at six, had a hospitable reception; and in
the evening went to a sort of frolicsome masked ball, given extra on
account of the Courts-martial. As the General went, I accompanied him.
There were all the _equivoque belles_ of Guinaldo, and all the light
infantry officers, many in disguise and masquerade; some as females,
and one as a Spanish farmer, the regular dress. We were all struck with
the becoming appearance and picturesque style of the costume. One or
two of the ladies were dressed as officers, and so on. The ball went
on very well for some time, but the two ladies who were the leading
beauties of the evening quarrelled, and the harmony was disturbed. At
ten I went home, and left the party half tipsy and rather riotous, so
that it was time for Generals and Judges to retire. The Court-room was
my quarter. This morning before breakfast I read over my fair copy
of the evidence, &c., with the General. He signed it, gave me some
breakfast, and I set off home, on a very threatening day which was as
good as it promised; my cloak, however, kept me nearly dry.
Fuente Guinaldo is nearer the Sierra de Gutta, and several degrees
colder than we are here at Frenada, though we are many, many degrees
colder than Lisbon. The Spanish staff are now all arrived, but scarcely
a Spaniard amongst them—all foreigners. General Wimpfen, a Swiss;
General O’Donoghue, Irish; and so of others. They all dined two days
ago at Lord Wellington’s.
Tell John, in answer to his inquiry, that with regard to the campaign
and the siege of Burgos, it is a question much argued and discussed.
Some say we should never have lost time by going to Madrid, and that
was the mistake; some that if we had taken Burgos, as we should
have done but for the very bad weather, all would have gone right.
General O’Lalor, however, told me he thought that would have made no
difference, but that if the French chose to give up the South, and
unite against us ninety thousand strong, we must have been off just the
same even though Burgos had been taken.
My quarter at Fuente Guinaldo, having no window, is rather cool, but
being in Spain, is clean. The church is a fine building, and the town
not quite broken up; I suppose we shall move there next. To-night is a
play-night in the gay light division at Galegos, and Lord Wellington
was to have gone there, but the perpetual rain will probably prevent
him. He meant to ride there, a distance of ten miles, at night. Had it
been very fine I might have been almost tempted to take my mattress
round that way, and go once to the theatre, which all say is very
tolerable in regard to acting, scenery, &c., the whole carried on
by the light division in a chapel at Galegos. I was not a little
surprised to see common country dances very tolerably performed last
night at Guinaldo, and even Sir Roger de Coverley.
Two or three days ago I was somewhat puzzled, when, upon my pointing
out the sentence of a Court-martial as illegal, Lord Wellington said,
“Well, do write a letter for me to the president, and I will sign it,
and it shall be sent back for revision.” I did not know his style, but
my letter was fortunately approved of. I had yesterday a visit from
Colonel ——, of the Engineers, begging for a favourable report upon the
case of a complaint against a Captain of artillery; I suppose people
think I have some weight in Lord Wellington’s decisions, but that is
by no means the case. He thinks and acts quite for himself; _with_ me,
if he thinks I am right, but not otherwise. I have not, however, found
what Captain —— told me I should find, that Lord Wellington immediately
determines against anything that is suggested to him. On the contrary,
I think he is reasonable enough, only often a little hasty in ordering
trials, when an acquittal must be the consequence. This, in my opinion,
does harm, as I would have the law punish almost always when it is put
in force.
_Wednesday, 17th._—I have heard no news at all: still strong reports
that the French cavalry are partly gone from hence to France; but
I cannot ascertain that they are actually removed beyond Vittoria,
and that may be only for forage, as our cavalry are wide apart and
dispersed. The first division, under General Bock, is at and below
Coimbra, near the sea, where I have just fixed a Court-martial to try
a set of men of the 9th and 87th for most outrageous conduct on the
march to join the army. Lord Wellington has had the whole complaints
against this party along the road written out, to send home, with an
official copy of his letter, as he finds that an account of the matter
has travelled home, and is quoted as a specimen of the conduct of our
army on the march. The first division of cavalry is, on the other hand,
at Alter de Chaon, towards Castello Branco, and is all much dispersed;
General Hill, with the second division, Coria; sixth division, Cea;
fifth, Lamego; third, Maimento de Beira; seventh, Maimento; light,
Fuente Guinaldo. These are the head-quarters of the troops. Marshal
Beresford is better, and his wound nearly healed; he talks of soon
joining; his head-quarters will be Villa Formosa. I now see Lord
Wellington almost daily on business; he one day fell into a passion
about the Courts-martial for not doing their duty, by acquitting and
recommending to mercy, &c., and also about officers commanding parties
not being attentive. He has always been civil to me, though at times
quick and hasty in business. I nearly got into a scrape by saying a
good word for Captain ——, merely from his good character, as I did not
personally know him. However, Lord Wellington so far acquiesced, that
he said I need not draw the charge as yet; but he should send him word
that if the village in question were not satisfied for their forage and
bullocks in a week, he should either have him tried or sent home.
I have just got a letter of reprimand to send out, according to a
written memorandum from Lord Wellington; a little slap at a deputy of
mine, and greater at the Court-martial, with directions how they should
act. Adieu.
_Monday Evening, Head-Quarters, Frenada, February 22nd, 1813._—On
getting up in the morning yesterday, I said to myself for the first
time these two months, “Well, I do think I have no business to-day, and
will write to M——.” In two hours’ time, however, before I had finished
my breakfast, and read one of Vetus’s letters, in came three new cases,
and old General O’Lalor to tell me he had sent me a case to try at
Guinaldo—a man charged with shooting a Spanish girl through the door,
because she would not give him some chestnuts! The wanton outrages of
our people are quite extraordinary. There are four poor fellows to be
hung this week in the second division; one for desertion, and three
for a burglary near Coria about a fortnight since. For the sake of
immediate example I hastened the case, by giving full instructions to
the Deputy Judge-Advocate there. The men were tried immediately, and
three are to be hung to-morrow. The Commissary charged with burning the
house was at last let off for a large sum of money. I was very glad
when it was settled, for I had more trouble about it than if he had
been tried and hung ten times over. An overwhelming heap of Spanish
proceedings has just reached me about the man for shooting the poor
girl; and yet I have very little doubt, when the Court meets, I shall
have much difficulty in proving that the man shot her, and that she is
dead. I go over for that purpose the day after to-morrow.
During the last two or three days the weather has been delightful—quite
a mild south-west breeze, with a clear sun; but this was, I heard,
too unusual to last. I like “Vetus” much, and agree with him in most
things; but his style is not by a good deal to be compared with Junius.
In parts there are considerable blunders, and often confusion and want
of clearness; but there are some curious stolen cuts, if facts. I have
just heard from General O’Lalor that we have been attacked at Bejar
by a party of French, and have beaten them back. It was the second
division, General Hill’s corps, who were concerned, and I believe
the 50th regiment principally. I am told no great loss, but know no
particulars. You will hear more of it from the papers than I can tell
you. It is still said that we are to encamp and bivouac this next
campaign. We are now consuming our last stock of hay—two great stacks,
which have been saved by Lord Wellington’s orders at Almeyda. After
that we must buy reaping-hooks, and try to cut grass before the green
corn forage comes in; and though I can see a plain difference already
in the colour of the hills, and the young green corn and spring grass
are here and there making a show, there is very little to be got to eat
yet in that way.
We have still many sick, and the doctors do not take better care of
themselves than of their patients, for no less than five medical men
have died at Ciudad Rodrigo since we have been in quarters here. The
French have got all about the part of the country near General Hill,
near Nava, Morguende, Mentrida, &c., and are moving; but I do not
expect anything important for some time. Some say the French will begin
this campaign; and I rather hope they may. The 10th Dragoons have
arrived, I hear from every one, in the highest style and in excellent
order. This is very good news.
We have three Spanish songs in honour of Wellington, one rather gone by
now: “The Retreat of Marmont,” “Ahe Marmont, onde vai, Marmont,” a very
pretty air; the other was composed at Cadiz lately when Lord Wellington
was there. I suppose you have them in England. Moretti of Cadiz is the
composer. One of them is good, and the other very well. Lord Wellington
sits and hears his own praises in Spanish with considerable coolness,
and calls for it himself at times.
_February 23rd, Tuesday Morning._—Just a few lines more, and but a
few, as I have just been with Lord Wellington, and, having got rid of
one batch of papers, have returned with another. I hear the affair at
Bejar, or Banos, in the sierras north of Placencia, was not much. We
had six taken and a few wounded. It is supposed to have been a French
party for provisions and plunder, as they wander about for these
purposes, and to have been no serious movement. Our men got a position
first, which the French tried to get, at Bejar. We had no cavalry, or
an attempt might have succeeded to turn the French party; but without
this assistance the 56th drove back the French, and saved Bejar and
that country. The 71st were also there, and concerned.
Lord March is just returned from a flag-of-truce excursion to the
French. He fell in with their pickets half a league from Ledesma,
where the French seemed in force. They were very civil. He dined with
a General Goutier, or some such name, and stayed about four or five
hours. Their men and cavalry looked well, and clothing very fair;
accoutrements, &c., bad and slovenly; horses in good condition; but
he concludes that he saw the best, for he found they knew of his
approach five leagues off. They kept away all the Spaniards, who were
getting round him, and were particularly violent against the canaille,
the Guerillas. The latter were close upon the French. He passed them
very near the town. They abused Sumeil; said he would rob even the
English, and would not believe he dined at Lord Wellington’s table.
They hoped to see the English in a month, they said. His five hussars
and his trumpeter were surrounded by eighty men in a trice, and all
communication cut off, and a thousand questions asked of course, but
little given in answer. The French officer and escort of five dragoons,
who escorted Lord March on his departure, would not go above half a
league, for fear of the Guerillas, and was half inclined to accept Lord
March’s offer to let his trumpeter and some men see him back, with a
party of the Guerillas; but at last he said he had a good horse, and
galloped back. I do not know what Lord March went about; some say on
Sir Edward Paget’s affairs.
_Guinaldo, February 24th, 1813._—From the blunder of General O——, here
I am, after a wet ride, with no Court-martial to-day, and nothing to
do. The consequence is, I must stay to-morrow also, when I really hope
to get this business over, for I have plenty to do at home. Marshal
Marmont had the quarter I occupy when he was here, as well as Lord
Wellington. The former shut the whole up, and used candles all day. The
latter got on as well as he could in the dark, and used the General’s
bedroom, which is rather a better room, as his dining-room. The owner
was once a man rich in flocks, herds, and lands and houses, and has
another good house at Ciudad Rodrigo. At present I take it his worldly
goods are not sufficient to make him think too much of this world.
Between Pago and Coria there are banditti and robbers; and two or three
murders have been committed there by armed men, Spaniards, I believe,
and Portuguese, five or six together. What a state this poor country is
in!
_Frenada, March 1st._—Several of these banditti I hear are deserters
from our army, and Lord Wellington has sent out after them. On the
Thursday I tried the man at Guinaldo for murdering a poor Spanish girl.
We had some difficulty in coming to an understanding. The witnesses
were all Spaniards, principally the relations of the deceased; the
only interpreter was Portuguese; the prisoner a German, but he spoke
bad French. At last, as I had looked into all the Spanish proceedings,
we got on, as most of the Court understood Spanish as well as the
interpreter, and nearly all understood French. The prisoner’s defence
was in French. I then read it in English to the Court as he went on,
and took it down. He had a very narrow escape for his life; I thought
it murder, and the Court were long in doubt; at last they only found
him guilty of a most disorderly outrage and killing the poor girl, and
gave him a thousand lashes.
I wrote it fair, got it signed, dined again with the General, and
came over here on a beautiful day. We have now again fine clear,
frosty mornings, beautiful, but really almost too warm days and too
cold evenings. I wish this would last; and yet it is trying to the
constitution, for there must, I think, be thirty degrees difference
between the temperature at three and at six o’clock.
On my return here I found that no less than nine Courts-martial
had arrived and plenty of newspapers. One Court-martial had met
thirty-eight days, and another sixteen: thus I had plenty to read
and report upon. I saw Lord Wellington, in consequence, two days
running, for nearly two hours, as I thought four of the cases ought
to go back for revision, and one only to be confirmed, as it was half
illegal—eight hundred lashes and transportation for life—which latter
is not a legal sentence for mutiny. In truth, the men should have been
shot.
The Courts will not do their duty: Lord Wellington was quite angry.
He swore, and said that his whole table was covered with details of
robbery and mutiny, and complaints from all quarters, in all languages,
and that he should be nothing but a General of Courts-martial. He has
given some broad hints to the Courts in general orders. I sent out
three new cases yesterday, and have about fifteen deserters just in
hand now—in general Poles from the second King’s German Legion light
infantry battalion.
I made it a rule, whenever possible, to clear off everything as I go,
and answer every letter by return of post, which is the only way; and
I am glad to see my pile of papers done with now larger than that in
hand. Whilst I was with Lord Wellington, the Commissariat returns came
in, and were very confused. That added to his ill-humour; but he was
very civil to me, and gets more easy, as I do with him. He sent orders
for fifteen thousand complete black accoutrements to be sent round
to Corunna, so I hope the Gallician army is to be increased; some of
their regiments got home much more entire than any of ours during the
retreat, but upon the whole they diminished very much by desertion when
they first got away from home.
The people of Guinaldo, whilst I was there, were almost mad—nothing but
dancing and noise in all quarters. They told me it was a particular
day, when the women were to rule the Dios de Madre; but it seems to me
they are always in this gay state. The people agree there very well
with the English, particularly with the 52nd, which is now there, a
fine light battalion, seven hundred strong, and in high order. The
ladies go about, and tie strings to the coats of the officers, and even
of the General; dance about, sup, and drink with them, and are all
alive both with them and the men.
The 52nd and 43rd lost part of their baggage in the retreat, and one
on the Court-martial told me an anecdote as to his baggage. A French
officer and a few men overtook his bâtman with the canteens, &c.
“Where’s the key?” he said; “come, quick! break it open; out with the
tea and sugar, I have had none these three months:” and in this manner
he took all worth having, the best horse and mule, and left the bâtman
frightened to death.
There is one regiment of the Caçadores that is the constant
astonishment of the English. Badly paid, no new clothes for the last
two years, almost in rags this winter, and yet scarcely a man has been
sick. I wish this was the case with them all. Our men are getting their
clothes much better than last year, but still many are sick. Of two
hundred men, a reinforcement to the 43rd light regiment Walcheren men,
ninety have died; and the Guards have suffered terribly, but still all
are in spirits; though the verses I enclose to you (and which are
printed at the Adjutant-general’s portable press, used for printing the
army orders, &c.) give a very fair description of the life in Portugal.
I have taken a ride to Malliarda de Sorda, and found the Deputy
Paymaster-General H—— very unwell, with an attack of fever. One
must not think of these things: that is the best way, I believe, if
possible. Sir W. Erskine, who threw himself out of the window here in a
delirium, came to his senses after his fall, and said he never thought
he could have been guilty of such an act, and that he did not intend
it. This was very melancholy; but I am told he had been two years
confined, and that he should not have been here as chief officer of the
cavalry—it was too great a risk.
We have a report here of a revolution in France; but I do not credit it
yet, though not unlikely. It seems to me Bonaparte is a man to run that
hazard by his conscription and immense levies, and that there will be
either a revolution, or he will soon be again formidable; and much is
yet to be done. I hope we shall make a good end of it here this year.
_Wednesday._—I dined yesterday at head-quarters, and sat next to Baron
Wimpfen, the new Quarter-Master-general attached to Lord Wellington.
He is a very gentleman-like man, and talks French well. We had much
conversation together, in which Lord Wellington, who sat next to the
General, often took part. He gave us the whole history of the battle of
Fuentes d’Onore, which was fought some time since near here, in which
the French were three to one, and in which Lord Wellington said he
committed a fault, by extending his right too much to Poço de Velho;
and that, if the French had taken advantage of it, there might have
been bad consequences, but that they permitted him to recover himself
and change his front before their face.
Another new comer at dinner yesterday was a Monsieur Saudri, an agent
for the Portuguese, a sort of interpreter. He gave an account of the
state of the Portuguese provinces. Some are recovering fast, it seems,
Coimbra particularly, but many are still in great distress.
Yesterday was the last day of a sort of carnival here. We had fools,
and pantaloons, and straw bulls, &c., and masks walking about the
streets—much noise but no great magnificence. I saw poor pantaloon
fall in earnest when throwing his sword after a soldier, and he could
scarcely get up again.
A general order has just been issued for all the officers to apply for
tents for the next campaign. I must do the same, I suppose, and try
that sort of life, which in dry weather may be well enough, but bad
work if as it was last year, when the little bed-legs sunk in mud up to
the mattress, and the blankets got quite muddy!
_Head-Quarters, Frenada, March 6th, 1813._—A man arrived here two
days ago from Madrid in five days, for payment of a Commissariat bill
due to him. He states that the French are in small force at Madrid,
and that Joseph was packing up. But I believe this is only because
he individually is going away; for I understand that the French are
still in force below Madrid, and that the only notion entertained as
genuine here as to their troops going homewards is that ten men picked
from each squadron and battalion, or as some say from each company,
are to be sent home to make good the Imperial Guards. I do not think
myself they will withdraw at all now. They keep the country to support
themselves till we are ready to move, and then I think they will
collect and risk an early action with us, as their difficulty is to
keep together long. If they beat us, they will remain as they were,
and I think that is all, unless we are quite routed; if we beat them,
then they will go behind the Ebro. The conjecture is, as far as I can
understand from the probabilities, a late opening of the campaign on
account of the Spaniards not being ready, and then an early action when
it does begin.
Some say that the Spaniards will not be ready to move before the
harvest in July, or not much before. The French have nearly ninety
thousand men in their extended positions, with their right on and
near the Douro and the left on or along the Tagus. We shall have,
when we begin, about forty-four or forty-five thousand British, about
twenty or twenty-two thousand Portuguese, and how many Spaniards no
one can tell, or what they will do. So do not expect to hear of a
march to France—to the Ebro, or very possibly up to Burgos again.
The opportunity for effecting this must be by obliging the French to
assemble, and then by rousing up all the Guerillas to starve them.
Having heard Lord Wellington give his account of the battle of Fuentes
d’Onore to General Wimpfen, the Spanish Inspector-General, I rode there
yesterday with Lord Aylmer (who was present in the action) over the
whole field of battle, saw all the field-works, the positions of the
different divisions, and the plan of the whole. I perfectly understood
Lord Wellington’s blunder, and the risk he had run, and could form a
very good notion of the strength of the position, and the nature of it
as protected by the ravines of the Coa, &c. Lord Aylmer gave me two
striking instances of Lord Wellington’s coolness: one when, as he was
pursuing the French, in a fog in the morning, he found a division of
our men under Sir William Erskine much exposed in advance, and nearly
separated from the rest of the army, and the French in a village within
a mile of where he was standing, he could see nothing; but, on some
prisoners being brought in, and asked what French division and how
many men were in the village, they, to the dismay of every one except
Wellington, stated that the whole French army were there; all he said
was, quite coolly, “Oh! they are all there, are they? Well, we must
mind a little what we are about then.” Another time, soon after the
battle of Fuentes d’Onore, and when we were waiting in our position
near them to risk an attack, in order to protect the siege of Almeyda,
early one morning Lord Aylmer came suddenly in to him whilst he was
shaving, to tell him that “the French were all off, and the last
cavalry mounting to be gone;” the consequence of which movement was to
relieve him entirely, to give him Almeyda, and preserve Portugal. He
merely took the razor off for one moment, and said, “Ay, I thought they
meant to be off; very well;” and then another shave just as before,
without another word till he was dressed. I find, however, it is said
he magnifies the French now and then—sees double as to the number of
blue uniforms, and cannot see all the scarlet; but I believe most men
in his situation do this more or less. I must now proceed to summon
some witnesses: so, for the present, adieu.
_Monday, 4 o’clock._—You ask me what my house is like, and what Frenada
is? Frenada is a village much in decay, very dirty; in the streets
are immense masses of stones, and holes, and dung all about, houses
like a farm kitchen, with this difference that there are the stables
underneath. My last lodging was like a part of a Welsh farm-house,
boarded off at one end from the common room, with a hole through the
wall and one pane of glass let in. I am now in a distinct building
like a granary, with the stables below, in an English farm-yard, in
which are my animals of all sorts, servants and all. The kitchen is a
miserable shed, not water-tight, where the woman of the house and three
children live quite separate. The building I occupy has one opening
with a wooden door besides the entrance-door, and the end, about eight
feet wide by sixteen long, was boarded off by an officer last year. In
this I sleep, eat, drink, write, &c., and live altogether, as it has a
fireplace in the corner built by the same officer. The fireplace is
so contrived, however, as to let more smoke into the room than up the
chimney, and of course my eyes suffer, and all I have looks yellow and
smells of smoke.
It is said that Lord Wellington and the Court here are to go to
Ciudad Rodrigo, to a fête, to install the new Knight of the Bath,
General Cole. I shall not go unless especially invited, and I have
enough to do here, for except, probably, the Adjutant-general, the
Quarter-Master-general, and perhaps the Commissary-general, I have more
correspondents than any one here.
I take it in the army that the officers in the lower branches of the
staff are sharp-set, hungry, and anxious to get on, and make the most
of everything, and have a view even in their civilities. I have tried
not to notice much that I could not help seeing, and which gave me a
moderate opinion of the profession, which has not the independence
to be seen in all the most respectable at the bar. There is much
obsequious, time-serving conduct to any one who is in office, or is
thought to have a word to say to his lordship.
Lord Wellington gets angry about the Courts-martial, the difficulty as
to getting witnesses, the inconvenience, and then at last the great
lenity of the Courts. “How can you expect,” he remarked to me, “a Court
to find an officer guilty of neglect of duty, when it is composed of
members who are all more or less guilty of the same?” He does not
like the tribunal. We have, however, hung six men within this month,
broken several officers (at least their cases are gone home with that
sentence), and flogged about sixteen or eighteen (pretty well, this),
and we are still at work. I have now twenty-two cases left on hand,
about thirty-six tried, about two or three new cases every week, yet
I hope we are getting on better now. I am glad to be made of such
importance as you say I am in England; my reputation increases here a
little, several Courts-martial having been sent back for revision: for
this I get in a degree the credit, and in some instances justly. I am
thought a formidable person to whom it is as well to be civil, and who
can often be of service to others.
The Princess of Wales’s letter is good; and I think, and have always
thought, that if she could once dare inquiry, her case would be
unanswerable, and the Prince in a complete dilemma. We have heard here
that Brougham wrote the Princess’s letter: is there such a story in
England?
_Wednesday, 10th March._—No more news, and no more mails, and no more
time. I am to be asked, it is said, to Rodrigo to the fête there
on Saturday. Lord Wellington wants to be very magnificent in his
own city, and has said that he wished to give a supper to a hundred
and fifty, but is told that it is quite out of the question, as the
town and head-quarters would not supply dishes and plates, &c. There
is, however, to be a small dinner first before the ball. But this
arrangement may be a little disturbed by an event I have this moment
heard from General O’Lalor. A Spanish dragoon is come in, with news
that the French are moving in the Sierra di Francia; their object,
I think likely enough, to rout us up before we are ready. I know no
more; General O’Lalor went to Lord Wellington to tell him the news.
N.B.—Orders have just come in to prepare charges against nine Polish
deserters.
_Head-Quarters, Frenada, March 15th, 1813, 9 o’clock at night._—As
to Sir Isaac Heard’s coming over here to invest the Marquis with the
Garter, doubtless the old Garter king would like it; and at this time
of the year, while quiet here, and neither hot nor wet, no mosquitoes,
and without baggage, he might do it tolerably well. If you travel
without baggage, as Lord Wellington did when he went to Cadiz, with
good horses, you get on thirty, forty, and even fifty miles in a
day; avoid all the bad places, only stop in towns, get the best
accommodation, and only rest where there are English Commissaries, &c.
Lord Wellington came from Lisbon here in five days, with relays of
horses; the last day he rode fifty miles between breakfast and dinner.
The movements of the French I mentioned in my last came to little or
nothing—it was a mere alarm.
I have had a long letter from Sutton in answer to several queries. He
agrees with me in every point which I have had to decide; and I am
particularly glad to be right in the great one on which Lord Wellington
differed with me, and directed me to send home his reasons. Still Lord
Wellington is hardly satisfied, but desires me to wait till I hear
officially from Sutton about it.
The day before yesterday we had a hard day’s work in the shape of
gaiety and amusement. Lord Wellington desired to invest General Cole
with the Order of the Bath, in a suitable manner; and as he had never
done anything at Ciudad Rodrigo, of which he is Duke, he determined
upon this opportunity to give a grand fête in the midst of the ruins—a
grand dinner, ball, and supper. All heads of departments, generals,
public authorities, Spaniards and English, were invited to dinner,
to the amount of sixty-five. In the evening, ladies about forty,
and men about a hundred and fifty, came to a ball and supper. The
dinner and supper were half cooked at Frenada, and carried over in
military waggons and on mules. All the plate at head-quarters was put
in requisition, and there was enough to afford a change of silver at
dinner. Plenty of claret, champagne, and Lamego, _i. e._, port, was
sent over. A caravan of glass and crockery arrived from the governor
of Almeyda, and from a shop just opened there. Almeyda is twenty-five
miles from Rodrigo. The whole went off very well, except that it was
excessively cold, as a few balls during the siege had knocked in
several yards of the roof of the ball-room, and it was a hard frost at
the time.
Lord Wellington was the most active man of the party—he prides himself
on this; but yet I hear from those about him that he is a little broken
down by it. He stayed on business at Frenada until half-past three,
and then rode full seventeen miles to Rodrigo in two hours to dinner,
dressed in all his orders, &c., was in high glee, danced, stayed
supper, and at half-past three in the morning went back to Frenada by
moonlight, and arrived here before daybreak at six; so that by twelve
he was ready again for business, and I saw him amongst others upon a
Court-martial on my return at two the next day. Campbell and General
O’Lalor managed the fête. I made cards for every place at dinner, with
corresponding ones for each person, with his name, table, and number
of his plate, and so there was no bowing and scraping, or pushing for
the first table. We got quarters in the ruins. Stables there were none
scarcely, and we took over hay and barley for the horses for the night,
and our beds to lie down for an hour or two. Several ladies, refugees
from Salamanca, were there, and the band of the 52nd.
The house at which the entertainment was given was the best in the
town, with some very good rooms; but it had suffered a little by the
siege, and had, moreover; only bare walls. Luckily, however, the
General O’Lalor discovered that the Intendente of the Palace of St.
Ildefonso had brought away the hangings of five or six of the best
rooms to save them from the French, and had deposited them at Rodrigo.
These were obtained, and the bare walls of the ball-room were hung
all over with yellow damask satin with a silver border, with openings
at each end in festoons, like a tent, and looked very well. The other
supper-rooms were hung with crimson satin and gold from the same
palace, and in tolerable condition.
The whole was laid out so as to astonish the inhabitants, and the
defects were concealed almost entirely. Near one hole in the floor a
man was placed to take care that no one got a leg in, and a mat was put
over the whole. The ladies were not very handsome, but two or three
good-looking, and several very lady-like in their manners.
I was most pleased with the bolero and fandango dances, which were
executed by two Spanish ladies, Chanoinesses as they were called,
nieces of two Chanoines, and two Spaniards, one of whom danced very
well. The best was the old fellow who was sent for to play on his
ornamented paper square tambourine, or rather flat drum, who sang the
airs and accompanied himself with great humour, and afterwards gave us
a dance in the true style. The enthusiasm of the Spaniards was also
amusing, and their eager applause. All the other dances were English
country dances, which the ladies execute very well and exactly like
ours, except that they waltz the poussets, and generally, therefore,
dance waltz tunes, and have that figure. They are also a little more
twisted about and handled than our fair ones would like at first; but
upon the whole, perhaps our country dances are improved by the change.
We had much drinking and toasts given on both sides, at the expense of
the French: “Ferdinand the Seventh,” “The next campaign,” “Death to
all Frenchmen,” &c. In short, several Spaniards as well as English got
very drunk by five o’clock in the morning, and they chaired the Prince
of Orange, General Vandeleur, whom they let fall, and several others,
as soon as the ladies were gone, and there was nothing else to do. The
Spaniards at first began with “vivas,” but soon learnt “hip, hip, hip,
hurra!”
With great care a few silver spoons and knives and forks only were
missing, and it is said one plate. Henry tells me the servants saw one
Spanish officer with a turkey’s leg sticking out of his pocket; but,
like our aldermen, they are given to pocket even at Madrid, and have
some excuse, for they are paid little, and find everything very dear.
Probably a turkey had not been seen there for months: they were, I
believe, all brought from thirty or forty miles down the Douro, near
Lamego. Besides the Spanish military authorities, there were some
civilians of rank, as the Marquis d’Espeja and a few others. Colonel
Gordon was the only officer who would return with Lord Wellington;
and though he has the best horses here next to those of the chief, he
borrowed another horse which had come over earlier, to ride back upon
with Lord Wellington, and left his own, which he had ridden on in the
morning with his lordship, to come back later in the day.
The repairs of the walls of Ciudad Rodrigo are going on better, and
they are now nearly cleared of rubbish, so as to be ready to begin to
rebuild the new work, which all fell down last autumn. I sat at the
grand dinner directly opposite to E——, who introduced himself to me
afterwards in the ball-room. Colonel Fisher, of the Artillery, was
next, a very pleasant man, a great artist, connoisseur, traveller,
&c. Except at a grand fête, and the few great men who come to
head-quarters, or when crossing a division on the march, which we
always avoid if possible, we seldom see any regimental officers.
_Tuesday Night (16th)._—We have flogged and hung people into better
order here, I think, but have now got into a little squabble with
the Portuguese Government, who will become bold by success. By the
Portuguese law a magistrate is only to give evidence in writing by
deposition, which our Courts, if it be a fact in his own knowledge,
and where he is wanted as a witness, ought not to receive. I fear the
Bill proposed at home will be unpopular, and yet inefficient in a great
measure.
The Guards, who joined nearly when I did, have suffered most of all
by the campaign. They came out a noble battalion of fine men, twelve
hundred strong; four hundred are dead, and not above five hundred are
now fit for duty. This is very shocking.
The division on Grattan’s motion in the House is stronger than I
expected it would be after all the outcry on the subject. I had a
long conversation while walking up and down the market-place with
Lord Wellington here, a few days since, upon that and the Indian
question. He has, from what he saw in Ireland, taken up a strong
notion that independence is what the Irish really aim at, and he is,
therefore, for giving no more, but proceeding upon King William’s
plan to keep them down by main force, for he thinks that they have
too much power already, and will only use more to obtain more, and
at length separation. He said he thought his brother and Canning had
just taken up the Catholic question when the tide of popularity was
turning against it. I hope this is not so; and though I agree with him
that the party for separation is strong, his plan would drive them to
extremities, and is now too late; the only chance is, to get the higher
orders of Roman Catholics and the priests, if possible, by pay or
otherwise, and by looking for pay and patronage, to be dependent on the
Crown and on England more than they are, and at the same time not to be
a degraded class.
Did I tell you the size of Frenada, about which you asked? It is about
as large as Ashted, without the three gentlemen’s houses in it. Lord
Wellington’s house is, however, better known than the inn there (the
Leg of Mutton and Cauliflower), and more ornamented, though it does not
contain more room or as much comfort. This is as good a description as
I can give you, only that all the houses are more roomy than in our
villages—more like barns—for the straw, corn, and all are left under
the same roof.
As Sutton only answers my letters indirectly, and not officially upon
the point on which we differed, Lord Wellington says he will not act
until he has an official answer. He does not like to be wrong, and yet
I am very glad he is so.
_Head-Quarters, Frenada, March 19th, 1813._—The day before yesterday
we had a most extraordinary arrival here in General Murray, the
Quarter-Master-general of the army. He left Plymouth late on the 10th
instant, and was here at Frenada on the 18th, in the morning, in about
seven days and a half. He got to Oporto from Plymouth in less than five
days, and here in three, travelling post on horses, ponies, mules, and
anything he could get: he brought London papers of the 8th. His baggage
went round by Lisbon. He was to have come out with General Graham and
General Stewart, but was sent off here express with despatches in a
sloop of war. No one knows what the important news is which made it
advisable to send out a Quarter-Master-general as a messenger.
I hear of no movement yet in the army, and as part of the cavalry are
down below Coimbra, and part still below Abrantes, near Cabeça de Vide,
Aunde Chad, and Monforte, it will be necessary to give some notice of
anything like a serious movement in good time. Perhaps head-quarters
may move to Guinaldo in a month—I think not sooner, for there is no
grass there yet, and the cold is not gone, nor the rain come, though
the sky has threatened much for the last day or two. I have now to
send above thirty miles for bad hay or straw for my animals, and that
I hear is nearly exhausted. We have been obliged to send fifteen miles
for some time past, which is hard work for the poor mules during what
should be their resting-time.
You ask about our religious duties. There are four or five or more
clergymen in Portugal, but no one now at head-quarters. The clergyman
stationed there went away ill about a twelvemonth since, I hear.
_Sunday, 21st._—The remains of the battalion of Guards which lost
so many men, and was so sickly, is going down towards the coast and
towards Coimbra, to recruit with sea-air.
I must now away to answer letters. I have only read four of the
newspapers out of the last fifteen; you may therefore conclude how much
I am employed. I get through one at breakfast-time, and when at home
two of an evening; nor have I yet read half through one review. Lord
Wellington is as bad; he borrowed my “Vetus” nearly three weeks since,
and has not read it.
_Wednesday, 4 o’clock, Post-day._—Having got all my proceedings written
out fair by half-past six yesterday, I dined with the General. Early
again this morning I breakfasted with him; compared the two, got the
fair one signed; picked you up botanical specimens of the flowers in
the fields in my ride back, and here I am.
Since Rodrigo has been taken, the inhabitants about Guinaldo feel
more confidence, and more land is this year in cultivation. They are
tempted also by the high price of everything; and near Guinaldo I saw
a new enclosure going on, and trees being grubbed up to a considerable
extent. The old lady where General Vandeleur is quartered, is doing
this to an extent of several thousand acres. To give you a proof of the
lightness of their ploughs, I met a man walking off a mile or two to
work from Guinaldo with a complete plough on his shoulder, the whole
plough fit for use, iron share, &c.; he was walking three or four miles
an hour, quite upright. I hear that the inhabitants of Bejar, rather an
opulent Spanish town, and where there is a cloth trade, have been so
well satisfied with the 50th regiment for having driven away the French
and saved their town, that they have given them all round a pair of
pantaloons each, and several days’ double rations of spirits, and some
other presents. The place is now strengthened considerably as a post,
it is said, for the French seem to be making some stir, though no one
seems to know what they mean to be about.
_Head-Quarters, Frenada, March 27th, 1813. Saturday._—The statement of
Courts-martial, which I shall present to Lord Wellington to-morrow,
satisfies me that we are mending, and that we have not tried fifty
cases, hung eight, transported eight or ten, flogged about sixty
severely, and broke several officers—for nothing. I have now only
eighteen left in hand, and three of these very old cases. We had one
very melancholy piece of business here last week: a young corporal,
Mac Morran, a Scotchman in the 42nd, was reprimanded mildly by his
officer, Lieutenant Dickenson, for neglect of duty; he answered rather
impertinently, and was then told to consider himself a prisoner, and to
follow. Having walked a few yards, Lieutenant Dickenson looked round,
and the corporal, having (no one knows how) loaded his musket, levelled
it at him, and shot him dead through the heart. The corporal has been
tried, and is to be hung to-morrow. They were both under twenty years
of age, I hear, and the most promising young men in their respective
stations. The officer was a man of mild, humane character. The corporal
made no defence: it seemed an excess of Scotch pride. It is altogether
a very painful business.
We have still very cold north-east winds, and to-day a little fall of
sleet, hail, and stormy, windy, black sky. Lord Wellington is gone
hunting, which gives me a little time.
I hear the French are moving; two divisions of Soult’s army are said
to be retiring behind the Douro, near Valladolid: and I am told they
are engaged in fortifying all the fords and bridges near the Douro,
at Toro, Tordesillas, Aranda de Douro, &c. Probably they will make
a grand stand on that river; where, from what I saw, they have great
advantages, for the banks on our side are low and flat, and on their
side, towards France (the right bank) high and commanding, and the
position on that side also strong. It is thought the slight movement in
advance of one of our divisions, the fourth, from St. Jean de Piscara,
merely for convenience of supplies and change of air, caused this
movement on the part of the French, who only stay down about Toledo,
probably, for food.
Accounts have just come in from one of our look-out officers, who live
close to the French, and act as spies, and have correspondence with
them—a Captain ——, who was here a fortnight since. He says that the
French are all moving, and apparently towards the other side of the
Douro. Joseph has left Madrid. His informers state that the French are
going at once behind the Ebro; but he himself thinks not, as they would
not willingly give up the fine country between the Douro and Ebro for
nothing, and have fortified, report says, the passes. So we stand.
Conjectures are made, that our advance will not be the same as last
year, through Salamanca, as we have no great depôt being made yet this
way at Rodrigo, and should have to force these passes on the Douro;
whereas some depôts are being formed in Portugal near the Douro, more
in the north of Portugal; and we could in that direction cross the
Douro without opposition, turn all these French works on that river,
and join the Spanish army in Gallicia, but the roads in that case will
be much worse. I hope we may go that road, and thus see a new country,
and in part, I believe, a fine one. There is one fine pass in the
Agava, only five leagues hence, at Barba del Puerto, which I have never
yet had time to visit, but shall do so, if possible, after the rain,
provided we remain here.
Lord Wellington, in conversation the other day, told me that some
Spaniards of rank had talked to him about educating their children at a
Roman Catholic school in England, if there were such. I knew of one or
two good girls’ schools, but could not remember any good Roman Catholic
boys’ school.
We have a most furious Portuguese lady now here, the wife of a hidalgo
of Portugal, whose daughter was run away with by an English officer.
Lord Wellington told her that he would give him up to the laws of
Portugal; but as he has now married her, Lord Wellington says he will
not interfere at all. The woman swears that she will get the priest who
married them transported for life by their law, as well as the officer,
and has moreover declared she will kill the daughter if she meets her!
As to Mr. R——, concerning whom you inquire, I know nothing about him:
we have a _ci-devant_ major of that name just arrived here. He is
full of travellers’ stories; has been long a prisoner in France: had
a prefect’s wife for his _chère amie_; escaped with wonderful risks;
joined the Guerillas, got to the coast, and off, I believe, to Cadiz. I
am told that he is to be an officer in a new horse-police staff corps
about to be established.
_30th March, Tuesday, 4 o’clock._—I have presented four Courts-martial
to Lord Wellington, and sent one back for revision as illegal, and
confirmed three, two against one man—together, two thousand lashes.
This is absurd, he will bear six or seven hundred, and there it will
end. The sentence, however, is legal, which it was not before, when
transportation was the punishment. Lord Wellington now addresses me
with the familiar “How are you?” So we go on more easily, and I made a
sort of proposal to him to insert a passage in general orders now, to
be read to the men every day until we march, to let them know that a
new police corps was established to catch them, and to tell them that
seven officers would be sufficient now to hang them, and that Courts
would be held always ready in every division. He said he would think
about it, and thought it would be of use.
Dr. M’Gregor told me yesterday, that his sick-list was improving daily,
and that if Lord Wellington would give him another month he thought
he should bring the greater part into the field. King Joseph, I have
just heard, arrived at Valladolid from Madrid on the 23rd instant; Lord
Fitzroy Somerset just read it out of a Spanish private letter.
_Head-Quarters, Frenada, Sunday, April 4th, 1813._—You will observe
that I do know when Sunday comes, although that is certainly nearly
all. We, however, have a church and a bell, which goes on tolling for
hours in a most unattractive manner. We have a church, too, which is
made use of for various purposes, civil as well as ecclesiastical;
for instance, one night about one hundred and fifty Spaniards and
their mules, officers and all, slept in it. The building is large,
considering the size of the village, the floor covered with straw like
a stable, but the end where the altar is, is all gold and glitter up to
the ceiling. The decorations must originally have been very expensive,
for, besides the great expenditure of gold-leaf and foil, and carving,
all the ceiling, which is coved and circular, and divided into squares,
has a picture of a saint, or a father, a founder, a hermit, or some
great divinity hero, in every square. Masses, the funeral service,
weddings, and christenings, are also performed there. I just look in
now and then, for it is awkward to stand there, when all are on their
knees on the floor. There is also a little chapel belonging to the
owner of Lord Wellington’s house; which is fitted up by Colonel G—— for
his quarters. He has hung it with red baize, fitted up the altar as
his dressing-table, put up an iron stove, and made it one of the best
quarters here.
Lord Wellington looks forward very coolly to another winter here. He
said yesterday he should have twenty-five couples of fox-hounds next
season. The other day the Commissary-general told him that we had eaten
nearly all the oxen in the country, that the cultivation of the lands
in Portugal could not go on for want of them, and that he scarcely knew
where to turn for a supply of beef, as there was this year no reserve
store near Lisbon. Lord Wellington said, “Well, then, we must now set
about eating all the sheep, and when they are gone I suppose we must
go.” And General M—— added, “Historians will say that the British
army came and carried on war in Spain and Portugal until they had
eaten all the beef and mutton in the country, and were then compelled
to withdraw.” Without joking, I fear our Commissariat may have great
difficulties next year. Talking on this subject, I must add that the
Portuguese agent here, a sly, money-making man, who has realized about
25,000_l._ during the war, said the news was so good, that he now
hoped to get a peace, and that the Portuguese would get rid of the
“beefs,” meaning the English. Communication as to necessary articles
and others is so difficult with Lisbon, that one of Lord Wellington’s
aides-de-camp has been six months getting two bridles up, and C.
Campbell four months in getting up a great coat.
Lord Wellington yesterday, talking of his soldiers and English notions,
observed that his men were now all so round-shouldered and slouching in
their gait, that he was sure, if his regiment here was in its present
state to pass in review at Wimbledon Common, the whole would be sent
to drill immediately, and declared quite unfit for service. Indeed, he
added, that the men had now got into such a way of doing everything in
the easiest manner, that he was often quite ashamed of the sentries
before his own quarter. He did not mention this by way of complaint,
but as showing how ideas here and at home differed. He also laughed
at our notions in England about the supply of the army, saying that
some corporate body or society in England had once made him an offer of
twenty bullocks for the army, which would last head-quarters only about
a week. General M—— said it must have been a mistake—the offer must
have been for his table only; not for the army.
Orders, it is said, are gone round for the Alicant army to be
re-embarked and landed in the rear of Suchet, to compel him to quit
Valencia if possible; this will be the first step I conclude. You say
you are all looking to us, and want us to move. Our black clouds have
all rolled away, and to-day we have again a clear north wind and hot
sun, and not a blade of grass growing; without the latter we cannot
stir. If the rains will but come soon and bring grass, we may, perhaps,
move in the first week of May, but not before: that is, no important
move can take place. Our cavalry, though down below Coimbra, are very
much distressed for food, and complaints come up without number from
the Portuguese that our people will feed their horses with the young
corn, which is now great waste; but what is to be done? When we have
finished the oxen we may go, as Lord Wellington says, to the sheep, but
what are horses to do when hay is all gone, and straw, and there is
no grass come? How little you know in England about the real state of
things here, and the requisites for moving in a campaign! You forget
our ten or fifteen thousand animals for baggage and for food, besides
the cavalry and artillery, &c. The Portuguese agent here repeats that
another campaign in Portugal will be impossible, for there will be
neither animals to eat, nor for transport, unless we bring all with us.
I hope, however, not to pass another winter at Frenada; but so hoped
those who were here last year.
Did I ever mention to you Lord Wellington’s saying how anxious the
Prince Regent was that he should correspond with him, and how much
hurt he was that he had never done so. “But,” observed Lord Wellington,
“I wrote to his ministers, and that was enough. What had I to do with
him? However, his late favour was a reason for my writing, and I have
had a most gracious answer, evidently courting further correspondence;”
but which he intimated he should not comply with.
I understand the famous Guerillas are much more dreaded by their own
countrymen in the north of Spain than the French, and I fear with some
reason, as they are (many of them, at least) very much like banditti.
The French, however, suffered so much by them, that they have adopted
the same plan, and have their counter Guerillas; some with French
officers to conduct them, and some headed by Guerilla chiefs, who have
quarrelled and separated from their companions in the good cause. I was
sorry to hear this. The French continue moving about, and their force
towards the Tagus diminishes.
You have my news as I hear it: we are now getting ready ammunition,
&c., to the front, to prepare for an advance when possible; so,
perhaps, we may pass Rodrigo, and cross the Douro to the left of
Salamanca, if the French stand on that river, as we have now this year
pontoons, which we had not last year. We have also a new and more
portable battering-train, come out from England, which has arrived as
far as Abrantes, where it only waits for means of transport to come
on here. That which we had here last year, I am told, was excessively
clumsy.
_April 7th._—I have heard a number of anecdotes of General Craufurd.
All admit that he was very clever and knowing in his profession, and
led on his division on the day of his death in the most gallant style;
but Lord Wellington never knew what he would do. He constantly acted
in his own way, contrary to orders: and as he commanded the advanced
division, at times perplexed Lord Wellington considerably, who never
could be sure where he was. On one occasion, near Guinaldo, he
remained across a river by himself; that is, with his own division
only, nearly a whole day after he was called in by Lord Wellington. He
said he knew that he could defend his position. Lord Wellington, when
he came back, only said, “I am glad to see you safe, Craufurd.” To
which the latter replied, “Oh, I was in no danger, I assure you.” “But
I was, from your conduct,” said Lord Wellington. Upon which Craufurd
observed, “He is d—— crusty to-day.”
Marmont, when he saw Craufurd filing off next morning, could not
believe it: “_Diable! voilà Craufurd! ma foi, j’aurais pu deviner
cela._” Another time, Lord Wellington said, “Craufurd, you are going
into a delicate situation; what orders do you wish for? I will write
what you think best.” Craufurd told him his own plan and went away.
Whilst Lord Wellington was writing them out, and acting accordingly,
Craufurd sent him word that he had done something else. On another
occasion, Lord Wellington sent to him to say he should inspect his
division, and came accordingly. Craufurd never attended until it was
half over, and then said that Lord Wellington was before his time; yet
he was very strict with his own division, and would be very exactly
obeyed. His division all complained of this, and many officers talked
of who should call him out, on one or two occasions, for this. Yet
he was so much valued, and the whole division had such confidence in
him, that, when he joined them again just before the attack to take
the command in the engagement in which he died, the whole division set
up a loud shout, so as to frighten a small party of French who were
near, who did not know what was the matter, and they ran away. Lord
Wellington knew his merits and humoured him. It was surprising what he
bore from him at times.
Lord Wellington celebrated the day of the storming of Badajoz with a
grand dinner yesterday; only those present at that event were invited.
Lord Aylmer had a rival dinner-party, at which was General Murray, &c.,
where I dined also. If the good news brings peace, what will become of
your humble servant and many others here? “Othello’s occupation’s gone!”
General Murray is apparently very clever and clearheaded. In my
opinion, he comes next to Lord Wellington, as far as I have seen.
We are all full of the news, for a paper of the 22nd has arrived at
Oporto several days later than the mail. We now know about Hamburg and
Cuxhaven, Berlin, &c. I fear that the French will be driven together
into one large body, and may then be more than a match for any one army
opposed to them, but they will be considerably cowed and disheartened.
When will the Dutch be roused to do anything? Now or never is their
time!