on board the Commodore’s ship.  As I passed along the wharf the scene was curious enough.  The Frenchmen, who had come ashore in filth and rags, were now many of them dressed out with women’s shifts, gowns, and petticoats.  Others had quantities of cloth wrapped about their bodies, or perhaps six or seven suits of clothes upon them at a time.  The scene which presented itself on my getting on board the flag-ship was still more singular.  The quarter-deck was crowded by a set of ragamuffins whose appearance beggared every previous description, and among whom I sought in vain for some one who looked like a gentleman.  The stench and filth exceeded anything I had ever witnessed in any ship, and the noise and confusion gave me some idea of their famous Mountain.  I was ushered into the Commodore’s cabin, who at least received me civilly.  His name was Citizen Allemand.  He did not appear to have the right of excluding any of his fellow-citizens even from this place.  Whatever might be their rank, they crowded into it, and conversed familiarly with him.”  Such was the discipline of the fleet that had been beaten by Lord Hove on the first of June; and such the raw material of the armies which, under firm hands, and on an element more suited to the military genius of their nation, were destined to triumph at Rivoli and Hohenlinden.

Mr. Macaulay, who spoke French with ease and precision, in his anxiety to save the town used every argument which might prevail on the Commodore, whose Christian name, (if one may use such a phrase with reference to a patriot of the year two of the Republic,) happened oddly enough to be the same as his own.  He appealed first to the traditional generosity of Frenchmen towards a fallen enemy, but soon discerned that the quality in question had gone out with the old order of things, if indeed it ever existed.  He then represented that a people, who professed to be waging war with the express object of striking off the fetters of mankind, would be guilty of flagrant inconsistency if they destroyed an asylum for liberated slaves; but the Commodore gave him to understand that sentiments, which sounded very well in the Hall of the Jacobins, were out of place on the West Coast of Africa.  The Governor returned on shore to find the town already completely gutted.  It was evident at every turn that, although the Republican battalions might carry liberty and fraternity through Europe on the points of their bayonets, the Republican sailors had found a very different use for the edge of their cutlasses.  “The sight of my own and of the Accountant’s offices almost sickened me.  Every desk, and every drawer, and every shelf, together with the printing and copying presses, had been completely demolished in the search for money.  The floors were strewed with types, and papers, and leaves of books; and I had the mortification to see a great part of my own labour, and of the labour of others, for several years totally destroyed.  At the other end of the house