LETTER XXI.

Geneva.

Although this republic has long continued in a profound peace, and there

is no great probability of its being soon engaged in bloody conflict, yet

the citizens of Geneva are not the less fond of the pomp of war.

This appears in what they call their military feasts, which are their

most favourite amusements, and which they take every opportunity of

enjoying.

I was present lately at a very grand entertainment of this kind, which

was given by the King of the Arquebusiers upon his accession to the royal

dignity.

This envied rank is neither transmitted by hereditary right, nor obtained

by election; but gained by skill and real merit.

A war with this state, like the war of Troy, must necessarily consist of

a siege. The skilful use of the cannon and arquebuse is therefore thought

to be of the greatest importance. During several months every year, a

considerable number of the citizens are almost constantly employed in

firing at a mark, which is placed at a proper distance.

Any citizen has a right, at a small expence, to make trial of his skill

in this way; and after a due number of trials, the most expert marksman

is declared King.

There has not been a coronation of this kind these ten years, his late

Majesty having kept peaceable possession of the throne during that

period. But this summer, Mr. Moses Maudrier was found to excel in skill

every competitor; and was raised to the throne by the unanimous voice of

the judges.

He was attended to his own house from the field of contest by the

Syndics, amidst the acclamations of the people. Some time after this, on

the day of his feast, a camp was formed on a plain, without the gates of

the city.

Here the whole forces of the republic, both horse and foot, were

assembled, and divided into two distinct armies. They were to perform a

battle in honour of his Majesty, all the combatants having previously

studied their parts.

This very ingenious, warlike drama had been composed by one of the

reverend ministers, who is said to possess a very extensive military

genius.

That the ladies and people of distinction, who were not to be actually

engaged, might view the action with the greater ease and safety, a large

amphitheatre of seats was prepared for them, at a convenient distance

from the field of battle.

Every thing being in readiness, the Syndics, the Council, strangers of

distinction, and the relations and favourites of the King, assembled at

his Majesty’s palace, which is a little snug house, situated in a narrow

lane in the lower part of the city. From the palace, the procession set

out in the following order:

His Majesty walked first, supported by the two eldest Syndics.

In the next rank was the Duke of H——, with the youngest.

After these, walked Lord St——pe, the Prince Gallitzen,—Mr. Cl——ve, son to

Lord Cl——ve; Mr. Gr——lle, son to the late Minister; Mr. St. L——, and many

other English gentlemen, who had been invited to the feast.

Next to them came the Council of twenty-five; and the procession was

closed by the King’s particular friends and relations.

In this order they marched through the city, preceded by a band of music,

who played, as you may believe, the most martial tunes they possibly

could think of.

When this company came to the field where the troops were drawn up,

they were saluted by the officers; and having made a complete circuit

of both armies, the King and all his attendants took their seats at the

amphitheatre, which had been prepared for that purpose.

The impatience of the troops had been very visible for some time.

When the King was seated, their ardour could be no longer restrained.

They called loudly to their officers to lead them to glory.—The

signal was given.—They advanced to the attack in the most undaunted

manner.—Conscious that they fought under the eyes of their King, the

Syndics, of their wives, children, mothers and grandmothers, they

disdained the thoughts of retreat.—They stood undisturbed by the thickest

fire. They smiled at the roaring of the cannon, and like the horse in

Job, they cried among the trumpets, ha, ha!

The ingenious author of the battle had taken care to diversify it with

several entertaining incidents.

An ambuscade was placed by one of the armies, behind some trees, to

surprise the enemy.—This succeeded to a miracle, although the ambuscade

was posted in the sight of both armies, and all the spectators.

A convoy with provisions, advancing towards one of the armies, was

attacked by a detachment from the other; and after a smart skirmish,

one half of the waggons were carried away by the assailants:—The other

remained with the troops for whom they seemed to have been originally

intended.

A wooden bridge was briskly attacked, and as resolutely defended; but at

length was trod to pieces by both armies; for, in the fury of the fight,

the combatants forgot whether this poor bridge was their friend or their

foe. By what means it got into the midst of the battle, I never could

conceive; for there was neither river, brook, nor ditch in the whole

field.

The cavalry on both sides performed wonders.—It was difficult to

determine which of the generals distinguished himself most. They were

both dressed in clothes exuberantly covered with lace; for the sumptuary

laws were suspended for this day, that the battle might be as magnificent

as possible.

As neither of these gallant commanders would consent to the being

defeated, the reverend author of the engagement could not make the

catastrophe so decisive and affecting as he intended.

While Victory, with equipoised wings, hovered over both armies, a

messenger arrived from the town-hall with intelligence that dinner was

ready. This news quickly spread among the combatants, and had an effect

similar to that which the Sabine women produced when they rushed between

their ravishers and their relations.—The warriors of Geneva relented at

once; and both armies suspended their animosity, in the contemplation of

that which they both loved.—They threw down their arms, shook hands, and

were friends.

Thus ended the battle.—I don’t know how it will affect you; but it has

fatigued me so completely, that I have lost all appetite for the feast,

which must therefore be delayed till another post.

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