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RECOLLECTIONS OF A R*T.

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Finding a detachment just setting out to join the Grand Allied Army, I
thought, as a true Briton, I could do no less than accompany it, and
prevailed upon all our party to do the same.

The detachment with which I marched, consisted of 80,000. As we had
little baggage, having crossed the Rhine, we proceeded rapidly through
a dull, uninteresting country.

The town of Coblentz is situated at the junction of the Rhine
and the Moselle. Here the majestic Rhine gently flows along in
all its grandeur, separating the town from the noble fortress of
Ehrenbreitstein.[1] I crossed over the bridge of boats, and made
a most minute inspection of this very romantic castle, which gave
me great pleasure indeed. In a few days I availed myself of a
passage-boat which was going to Mayence, and was quite enraptured with
the view on all sides. Rhenish wines, and perhaps also the water,
I found did not well agree with my stomach; and no inconsiderable
annoyance, I soon experienced. They seemed, however, to have exactly
the same effect upon every Englishman I saw, so I was not singular. A
little brandy soon, however, put me all to rights; and by the time I