LETTER XVII

NICE, July 2, 1764.

DEAR SIR,--Nice was originally a colony from Marseilles. You know the

Phocians (if we may believe Justin and Polybius) settled in Gaul, and

built Marseilles, during the reign of Tarquinius Priscus at Rome. This

city flourished to such a degree, that long before the Romans were in a

condition to extend their dominion, it sent forth colonies, and

established them along the coast of Liguria. Of these, Nice, or Nicaea,

was one of the most remarkable; so called, in all probability, from the

Greek word Nike, signifying Victoria, in consequence of some important

victory obtained over the Salii and Ligures, who were the antient

inhabitants of this country. Nice, with its mother city, being in the

sequel subdued by the Romans, fell afterwards successively under the

dominion of the Goths, Burgundians, and Franks, the kings of Arles, and

the kings of Naples, as counts of Provence. In the year one thousand

three hundred and eighty-eight, the city and county of Nice being but

ill protected by the family of Durazzo, voluntarily surrendered

themselves to Amadaeus, surnamed the Red, duke of Savoy; and since that

period, they have continued as part of that potentate's dominions,

except at such times as they have been over-run and possessed by the

power of France, which hath always been a troublesome neighbour to this

country. The castle was begun by the Arragonian counts of Provence, and

afterwards enlarged by several successive dukes of Savoy, so as to be

deemed impregnable, until the modern method of besieging began to take

place. A fruitless attempt was made upon it in the year one thousand

five hundred and forty-three, by the French and Turks in conjunction:

but it was reduced several times after that period, and is now in

ruins. The celebrated engineer Vauban, being commanded by Louis XIV to

give in a plan for fortifying Nice, proposed, that the river Paglion

should be turned into a new channel, so as to surround the town to the

north, and fall into the harbour; that where the Paglion now runs to

the westward of the city walls, there should be a deep ditch to be

filled with sea-water; and that a fortress should be built to the

westward of this fosse. These particulars might be executed at no very

great expence; but, I apprehend, they would be ineffectual, as the town

is commanded by every hill in the neighbourhood; and the exhalations

from stagnating sea-water would infallibly render the air unwholesome.

Notwithstanding the undoubted antiquity of Nice, very few monuments of

that antiquity now remain. The inhabitants say, they were either

destroyed by the Saracens in their successive descents upon the coast,

by the barbarous nations in their repeated incursions, or used in

fortifying the castle, as well as in building other edifices. The city

of Cemenelion, however, was subject to the same disasters, and even

entirely ruined, nevertheless, we still find remains of its antient

splendor. There have been likewise a few stones found at Nice, with

antient inscriptions; but there is nothing of this kind standing,

unless we give the name of antiquity to a marble cross on the road to

Provence, about half a mile from the city. It stands upon a pretty high

pedestal with steps, under a pretty stone cupola or dome, supported by

four Ionic pillars, on the spot where Charles V. emperor of Germany,

Francis I. of France, and pope Paul II. agreed to have a conference, in

order to determine all their disputes. The emperor came hither by sea,

with a powerful fleet, and the French king by land, at the head of a

numerous army. All the endeavours of his holiness, however, could not

effect a peace; but they agreed to a truce of ten years. Mezerai

affirms, that these two great princes never saw one another on this

occasion; and that this shyness was owing to the management of the

pope, whose private designs might have been frustrated, had they come

to a personal interview. In the front of the colonade, there is a small

stone, with an inscription in Latin, which is so high, and so much

defaced, that I cannot read it.

In the sixteenth century there was a college erected at Nice, by

Emanuel Philibert, duke of Savoy, for granting degrees to students of

law; and in the year one thousand six hundred and fourteen, Charles

Emanuel I. instituted the senate of Nice; consisting of a president,

and a certain number of senators, who are distinguished by their purple

robes, and other ensigns of authority. They administer justice, having

the power of life and death, not only through the whole county of Nice,

but causes are evoked from Oneglia, and some other places, to their

tribunal, which is the dernier ressort, from whence there is no appeal.

The commandant, however, by virtue of his military power and

unrestricted authority, takes upon him to punish individuals by

imprisonment, corporal pains, and banishment, without consulting the

senate, or indeed, observing any form of trial. The only redress

against any unjust exercise of this absolute power, is by complaint to

the king; and you know, what chance a poor man has for being redressed

in this manner.

With respect to religion, I may safely say, that here superstition

reigns under the darkest shades of ignorance and prejudice. I think

there are ten convents and three nunneries within and without the walls

of Nice; and among them all, I never could hear of one man who had made

any tolerable advances in any kind of human learning. All ecclesiastics

are exempted from any exertion of civil power, being under the

immediate protection and authority of the bishop, or his vicar. The

bishop of Nice is suffragan of the archbishop of Ambrun in France; and

the revenues of the see amount to between five and six hundred pounds

sterling. We have likewise an office of the inquisition, though I do

not hear that it presumes to execute any acts of jurisdiction, without

the king's special permission. All the churches are sanctuaries for all

kinds of criminals, except those guilty of high treason; and the

priests are extremely jealous of their privileges in this particular.

They receive, with open arms, murderers, robbers, smugglers, fraudulent

bankrupts, and felons of every denomination; and never give them up,

until after having stipulated for their lives and liberty. I need not

enlarge upon the pernicious consequences of this infamous prerogative,

calculated to raise and extend the power and influence of the Roman

church, on the ruins of morality and good order. I saw a fellow, who

had three days before murdered his wife in the last month of pregnancy,

taking the air with great composure and serenity, on the steps of a

church in Florence; and nothing is more common, than to see the most

execrable villains diverting themselves in the cloysters of some

convents at Rome.

Nice abounds with noblesse, marquisses, counts, and barons. Of these,

three or four families are really respectable: the rest are novi

homines, sprung from Bourgeois, who have saved a little money by their

different occupations, and raised themselves to the rank of noblesse by

purchase. One is descended from an avocat; another from an apothecary;

a third from a retailer of wine, a fourth from a dealer in anchovies;

and I am told, there is actually a count at Villefranche, whose father

sold macaroni in the streets. A man in this country may buy a

marquisate, or a county, for the value of three or four hundred pounds

sterling, and the title follows the fief; but he may purchase lettres

de noblesse for about thirty or forty guineas. In Savoy, there are six

hundred families of noblesse; the greater part of which have not above

one hundred crowns a year to maintain their dignity. In the mountains

of Piedmont, and even in this country of Nice, there are some

representatives of very antient and noble families, reduced to the

condition of common peasants; but they still retain the antient pride

of their houses, and boast of the noble blood that runs in their veins.

A gentleman told me, that in travelling through the mountains, he was

obliged to pass a night in the cottage of one of these rusticated

nobles, who called to his son in the evening, "Chevalier, as-tu donne a

manger aux cochons?" "Have you fed the Hogs, Sir Knight?" This,

however, is not the case with the noblesse of Nice. Two or three of

them have about four or five hundred a year: the rest, in general, may

have about one hundred pistoles, arising from the silk, oil, wine, and

oranges, produced in their small plantations, where they have also

country houses. Some few of these are well built, commodious, and

situated; but, for the most part, they are miserable enough. Our

noblesse, notwithstanding their origin, and the cheap rate at which

their titles have been obtained, are nevertheless extremely tenacious

of their privileges, very delicate in maintaining the etiquette, and

keep at a very stately distance from the Bourgeoisie. How they live in

their families, I do not choose to enquire; but, in public, Madame

appears in her robe of gold, or silver stuff, with her powder and

frisure, her perfumes, her paint and her patches; while Monsieur Le

Comte struts about in his lace and embroidery. Rouge and fard are more

peculiarly necessary in this country, where the complexion and skin are

naturally swarthy and yellow. I have likewise observed, that most of

the females are pot-bellied; a circumstance owing, I believe, to the

great quantity of vegetable trash which they eat. All the horses,

mules, asses, and cattle, which feed upon grass, have the same

distension. This kind of food produces such acid juices in the stomach,

as excite a perpetual sense of hunger. I have been often amazed at the

voracious appetites of these people. You must not expect that I should

describe the tables and the hospitality of our Nissard gentry. Our

consul, who is a very honest man, told me, he had lived four and thirty

years in the country, without having once eat or drank in any of their

houses.

The noblesse of Nice cannot leave the country without express leave

from the king; and this leave, when obtained, is for a limited time,

which they dare not exceed, on pain of incurring his majesty's

displeasure. They must, therefore, endeavour to find amusements at

home; and this, I apprehend, would be no easy task for people of an

active spirit or restless disposition. True it is, the religion of the

country supplies a never-failing fund of pastime to those who have any

relish for devotion; and this is here a prevailing taste. We have had

transient visits of a puppet-shew, strolling musicians, and

rope-dancers; but they did not like their quarters, and decamped

without beat of drum. In the summer, about eight or nine at night, part

of the noblesse may be seen assembled in a place called the Pare; which

is, indeed, a sort of a street formed by a row of very paltry houses on

one side, and on the other, by part of the town-wall, which screens it

from a prospect of the sea, the only object that could render it

agreeable. Here you may perceive the noblesse stretched in pairs upon

logs of wood, like so many seals upon the rocks by moon-light, each

dame with her cicisbeo: for, you must understand, this Italian fashion

prevails at Nice among all ranks of people; and there is not such a

passion as jealousy known. The husband and the cicisbeo live together

as sworn brothers; and the wife and the mistress embrace each other

with marks of the warmest affection. I do not choose to enter into

particulars. I cannot open the scandalous chronicle of Nice, without

hazard of contamination. With respect to delicacy and decorum, you may

peruse dean Swift's description of the Yahoos, and then you will have

some idea of the porcheria, that distinguishes the gallantry of Nice.

But the Pare is not the only place of public resort for our noblesse in

a summer's evening. Just without one of our gates, you will find them

seated in ditches on the highway side, serenaded with the croaking of

frogs, and the bells and braying of mules and asses continually passing

in a perpetual cloud of dust. Besides these amusements, there is a

public conversazione every evening at the commandant's house called the

Government, where those noble personages play at cards for farthings.

In carnival time, there is also, at this same government, a ball twice

or thrice a week, carried on by subscription. At this assembly every

person, without distinction, is permitted to dance in masquerade: but,

after dancing, they are obliged to unmask, and if Bourgeois, to retire.

No individual can give a ball, without obtaining a permission and guard

of the commandant; and then his house is open to all masques, without

distinction, who are provided with tickets, which tickets are sold by

the commandant's secretary, at five sols a-piece, and delivered to the

guard at the door. If I have a mind to entertain my particular friends,

I cannot have more than a couple of violins; and, in that case, it is

called a conversazione.

Though the king of Sardinia takes all opportunities to distinguish the

subjects of Great-Britain with particular marks of respect, I have seen

enough to be convinced, that our nation is looked upon with an evil eye

by the people of Nice; and this arises partly from religious

prejudices, and partly from envy, occasioned by a ridiculous notion of

our superior wealth. For my own part, I owe them nothing on the score

of civilities; and therefore, I shall say nothing more on the subject,

lest I should be tempted to deviate from that temperance and

impartiality which I would fain hope have hitherto characterised the

remarks of,-- Dear Sir, your faithful, humble servant.

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