ABSTRACT
I HAVE nothing to relate but what is melancholy and painful. The repulse which the French have met with at Tourney was trifling; and were it not, a defeat is the common chance of war, and would be an evil light indeed compared to the disgrace, the shocking criminality which has attended it. A few days before I left Paris, the war with Germany was declared. The French, long insulted by the court of Vienna, rejoiced that the moment to assert the injured honor of a great and gallant nation was at length arrived. They saw before them, in long and radiant perspective, city after city yielding to the arms of men who, renouncing all views of extending the French empire, only armed themselves in defense of their just rights, and who felt that “Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just?”
