to where we were lodged, and while the other
ladies went down to the frigate to prepare for the embarkation, we heard
that the Dutchess herself had gone to mass. After we imagined that the
service would be nearly concluded, two of the ladies of our party
entered the chapel, and placed themselves near to where they knew she
would pass. As she came near them, observing that they were English, and
much affected, she held out her hand to them; one of them said, "Oh, go
to our England, you will be cherished there." "Yes, yes," replied she,
"I am now going to your country;" and when they expressed a wish that
this storm would be quickly over, and that when she again returned to
France it would be for lasting happiness. The Dutchess replied with an
expression which was almost cheerful, "Indeed, I hope so." This was the
last time that any of us saw her. There was then in her expression a
look of sweet and tranquil suffering, which was irresistibly affecting.

* * *

We embarked, this morning, _Saturday_, the 1st, on board the William
Sibbald, after a night of troubles. Most fortunately for me, I had not
trusted entirely to the owner's word, and had provided three beds and
some provisions; for the captain told us, he could not provide ship
room, and neither mattress nor provision of any kind.----Here we are
then, in no very comfortable circumstances, yet thankful to escape from
this miserable country. There are others in much greater misery than we.
The Count de Lynch, Mayor of Bourdeaux, his brother, and another
relation, the General commanding the national guard, and four or five
French fugitives, have been sent on board here, by the Consul and the
English Captain of the frigate; and they have neither clothes, nor beds,
nor victuals: they leave their fortunes and their families behind them.
"Alas! what a prospect," one of them exclaimed to-day; "this is the
third fortune Bonaparte has lost to me." The unfortunate Dutchess
d'Angouleme is now safe on board the English frigate. On leaving
Bourdeaux, the Dutchess printed an address to the inhabitants, stating
the reasons of her leaving them, to prevent the town from becoming a
scene of blood and pillage. Alas! she knows not her own countrymen; they
would not fight an hour to save her life: yet it is not because they do
not love her--she is adored--the whole family are adored. The good among
the nation wish for peace, but the troops are for war, and they are
all-powerful. It is un