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Parisians thus under the feet of a british Garrison. What
a proud thing for an Englishman to say exclaimed a true
son of roast beef, that he has mounted guard at Mont-
-matre [Montmartre]. We are here well served against any sudden enter-
-prise for independant of the natural strength of the place
we are fenced around with stout garden walls and a
palisade – But the Parisians who came here before
us have rendered almost every house uninhabitable
so that we are little better off than the troops which
remain encamped in the Champs Elisees [Champs Elysées] and the
Bois the Bologne. But my dear Mother may require
some account of these – They are both at the Southern
entrance of Paris, which it must be confessed is
very grand, and to be prepossessed in favour of
the Town – the stranger should come in that way –

The Champs Elisees, or Elisian [Elysian] fields is a spacious
walk fronting the Garden of the Tuilleries and within
Paris very closely set with elm trees – The Duke of
Wellingon resides in a house close by – and im-
-mediately beneath it is the encampment of a british brigade.
Passing through this ground you enter the Wood of Bologne
called so from a little village at the end of it. This Wood
is tastily laid out with roads and walks traversing it
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-camped [encamped]. I found that the Regiment had marched, and not being
able to make them out I was compelled to visit the Palaces of Versailles
& St Cloud by myself – Captain L seems to wish himself again in
N.S. Wales he speaks of the time he passed there as the happiest of his
days. He has represented every thing in such lively and flattering
colours, and told me of so many improvements made by my dear Mother,
that I begin now to wish myself amongst you, my dearest friends
once more – however I should not like to return to the colony till
I have attained the style I have so long and anxiously been looking
up to – Captain Leyne was promoted to his Company a few days
since, happily being a survivor after the late bloody and desperate
conflict at Waterloo – He often exclaims could Mrs Mc Arthur
but be aware that we have met at Paris – How happy would such
a thought underline.

I was informed some days ago by one of my
brother Officers that an English General has enquired after me
saying that he had had me often in his arms when a child – I
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