lutionist, and
to his hatred for the English, which evinced itself the moment he found
that Bourdeaux had capitulated, we found it difficult to get any thing
like accommodation. I am happy to add, that this same fellow, meeting
another party of English, and beginning to be insolent, an Irish
gentleman, with that prompt and decisive justice which characterises his
country, by one blow of his fist laid him speechless upon the pavement.

Upon meeting the Prefect of Bourdeaux, between that town and the little
sea-port Poillac, in disguise, and hurrying to the shore, he informed us
that before leaving the city, he had fallen on his knees before the
Dutchess d'Angouleme, to persuade her to embark for England, and had,
after much entreaty, succeeded. That before setting out himself, he had
sent her post-horses, and most anxiously expected her arrival, although
he had doubts whether she would be permitted to leave the town. As we
pursued our route, we passed the Chateau Margot. The Marquis, to whom it
belonged, was watching on the road with his young daughter; and the
moment our carriage came in sight, he rushed up in great agitation, and
exclaiming, "Where is the Dutchess? Why does she not come. She must be
concealed at my house to-night. There are troops stationed at a league's
distance from this to prevent her escape." Then observing the fair
complexion of one of the ladies of our party, he cried out, "It is the
Dutchess, it is my beloved Princess. Oh! why have you no avant garde;
you must not proceed." The poor old man was in a state of extreme
agitation, and his daughter weeping. It was a few minutes before we
could undeceive him, and his assurances that we should be stopt by the
troops on the road, afforded us no very cheering prospect as we
proceeded on our journey. No troops, however, appeared, and we arrived
safely at Poillac at seven o'clock.

The Dutchess did not appear that night; but early next morning, we were
called to the window, by hearing a great bustle in the street. It was
occasioned by the arrival of this unfortunate Princess. She had three or
four carriages along with her, filled with her attendants, and was
escorted by a party of the national guards. Their entry into Poillac
formed a very mournful procession; she herself looked deadly pale,
although seemingly calm and collected. We saw many of the officers of
the national guard crowding round her with tears in their eyes. There
was a little chapel close