National Gazette

Extract of a letter from Coblence, November 12.

"It is really sickening to be in this place, which seems to be the general resort of every species of wretchedness and misery: thousands of unfortunate people in a state of abject distress, whom the hand of benevolence finds itself unable to relieve. As if these were not evils enough, the miserable emigrants are tormented with jealousy and self-love. If one of the French princes does but whisper in the ear of an emigrant in the morning, before night he assumes airs of consequence, and thus adds to the mortification of his brethren.—Would to God they were all princes, for these are a sort of people that never want money, whereas many of the deluded emigrants are absolutely pennyless, and without resource, except in the charity of an exhausted public, which of all resources is the most wretched.—It is dangerous to look too far forward into futurity—but omens seem rather unfavorable. While some endeavor to persuade the emigrants that all
Europe is combining for their support others assure them, and indeed the general tranquility that prevails, is a convincing proof, that they are upon the point of being universally abandoned. On Thursday last, the Count d'Artois had a long conference with M. de Calonne, which ended in a quarrel. The latter is about to quit the emigrants, having acted the part of the fifth wheel to the coach. The Emperor it is certain will do nothing; and as to Russia and Sweden, unless their armies could fly through the air, it seems impracticable for them to invade France."