Flag and Seal of New Hampshire with the Raleigh

Flag and Seal of New Hampshire with the Raleigh

Thomas Thompsons House in Portsmouth.

 Thomas Thompsons House in Portsmouth.
Vis stort kortAn short intro to the house and what happened to Thomas


Captain Thompson a Colonel of the Regiment of Artillery on August 10, 1785.

New addition to the capter of Carribean

Soon the Captain ermerged on the top deck. Thomas Thompson was a man well into his late 30´s and he didn´t move as agile as he just to. He grab his spyglass and look to ships, but they were to far away. Thompson looked to the Alfred. He look to see if Captain Hinman was on deck too. Despite the fact that the two men started off with very very little in commen their joined venture had been quite succesfull. They had grown allmost accoustume to victory. When they first met Thompson had wondered if Hinman had seen them as equals. Thompson was aware that his Northern Ireland birthplace wasn´t helping when he was to work with americanborn and breed people who was figthing his former country. But he simply accepted that fact and work his best to prove people wrong. Hinman had seen hesitent at the begning, but the succes of their journey had brought them closer together. Raleigh and Alfred had been a good match whether Hinman and Thompson had liked it or not. Each captain convinced that he was the better captain then the other.

But at every incounter Thompson was unsure whether Hinman would follow his lead. Alfred was always slower in the handling, and one could never tell if Hinman was doing his own thing or Alfred was strugling to tackle and here in the Carrebean waters lurked all sorts of danger.

The old fasion pirates was thing of the past. Thompson had allmost forgotten the names of infamous pirates that roomed theese waters 30 years ago. And Hinman from Connecticut knew more about the native Indian tribes then he did of pirates. But in theese waters and the fact that they were themselves on the hunt for prizes paranoia was the better reponse. Suddenly Thompson felt a chill. He look to the outlook to see if he had spotted any more ships or the stranger in the distance had changed course. He knew from their former battles that he had plan very detailed to overcome Alfreds sailing traits. But the look- out seem allmost frozen as if he didn´t know what to do. Thompson imaginged the cannons and smoke that filled the air in sea battle. He strug and went down to inspect their own canons. He look at the men and knew that long journey had drained most of them of energy. He himself felt tired and in need of some landleave. He wasn´t getting any younger.

Even when he went to his quarters, he strug. The long journey wasn´t just making him tired – he also was tired of people questioning his loyalty. He went over to the maps on his desk. His eyes almost hurt as he was trying to focus on the map. He drop into his chair and felt his back acking too. He felt angry. He had served his new country well and loyal, and yet he was still upon as a stranger. He went to his cabinet and found a glass and poured some ale. He began walking to the deck, but remember that it was impossible to keep his hand steady all the way up, so he went back and sat down in his chair to drink the beer before going up.

From mere fatigue he was getting a headacke. He looked at the map. They were sailing toward to windvare island but was still to far away to reach a friendly port. The majority of Islands were still under British rule. The lush green islands of the French Martinque or Gudalopue could be an option. But they were far way still. On the island lay a future promise of rest and fresh food and drink. He hadn´t had fresh meat for last couple of weeks and he hadn´t seen any greenery since Africa. Thompson felt strangely calmed by the proscept of going to Martinque and decided that now matter what he would go there next.

 Model of the USS Raleigh in the U.S. Navy Museum

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Suddenly he could hear the Master of ship calling out orders to the sailors. Something had apperently happened. Thompson sighed and rose. He hesistated for a moment, but emptied his glass , poured another one and drank it too. He went to the deck and surveyed the state of things. The 34 canons were all being prepared and there was a hectic atmosphere on deck. While the Master of ship continued ordering the men about Thompson went to have another look at the unknown ships. He noticed that the activity on Alfred had increase too. He went slow to the portside to get a better look. Eventhought the ships were still to far away to make any clear marks – not to mention colors – Thompson was quite certain that theese were not American ships.

His Majesty´s ship

 

HMS -  "His Majesty's Ship"

 

The faith yellow daylight was just breaking the horizon. As always the Alfred was trailing behind the Raleigh .The little American squadron was sailing just east of Guadeloupe to the windward of La Désirade. The 32-gun frigate, Raleigh was lifted by waves of the open sea. On board the captain and most of the crew was still asleep. In fact -even one of the lockouts who had been on duty for the last 3 hours was starting feel his eyes closing slightly. It was mainly due to the slight cold Caribbean breeze he was able to stay awake. The other lookout- a tall fellow from Boston - had been being facing the horizon for 10 min now and as they had agreed they were to switch side in order not to get blind sighted by the early morning light. He sighted and turned to face the sun. Being from Minnesota he had fair skin but the many hours on board the ship had hardened him and he rarely got sunburn these days. He thought back to his family in the states.  Many years ago he had decided that a farmer´s life was not for him. He had felt overly inspired by his ancestor Viking linie and took to the sea. He had from the beginning been blessed with good fortune. He had been in Maine just months before the Raleigh was put to sea and was therefore able to join the crew under

Captain Thomas Thompson.

 

When they set sail for France they were joined by Alfred an impressive man of war ship. And again good fortune smiled upon the frigate just three days out they captured a schooner carrying counterfeit Massachusetts money. The captain decided to burn the schooner and her cargo, except for samples and the two frigates continued their transatlantic passage. Late on September 2 they captured a British brig, Nancy, and from her they obtained the signals of the convoy which the brig had been escorting from the rear. The captain quickly gave chase sensing a feat of glory at hand, the Americans closed with the convoy on September 4, 1777.  Raleigh, making use of the captured signals, intercepted the convoy and engaged HMS Druid. In the ensuing battle she damaged Druid, but the approach of the remaining British escorts forced Raleigh to retire. Much to the disappointment of  all. Good prizes were always a way to make money and glory with one blow. For the longest time they had been stuck in France. It was just before the new year - on December 29, 1777, that  Raleigh and Alfred was able to set sail from Lorient in France.  They followed a  curse that took them along the coast of Africa.  And our Minnisota wiking sailor was amazed by the many odd creatures and people he had the pleasure and sometimes displeasure to meet. After capturing a British vessel off Senegal, Raleigh was to cross the Atlantic Ocean heading to the West Indies.  The sailor had a few times feared for his life and for the boat. As much as he felt proud of the battle with Druid he also for the first time realized the he could die on this boat. But he had cast those thoughts aside the first time they docked and he was able to spend endless money on drink and women. He therefore reasoned that sailing – capturing prizes gave him a life worth living. The captain had also given them much praise as sailors. Lately the Viking left that this life was in his blood. Whether that was due to resemblance to the Viking raid and conquest or the mere fact that he really enjoyed the variety of drink and women he meet – he never gave much thought too.

Suddenly he felt a cold. He looked to the horizon that seemed almost like a blank canvas due to the reflections in the sea. But he couldn´t stop any changes and once again fell deep into fantasies of things to come here in West Indies. He smiled at the thought of rum which was the trademark drink of these waters and also gave some thought to the type of women that resided on the these island. In Africa he had had his fill of the Africa Exotic so he was hoping to find the much renowned Creole girls. Unless the captain had them on dock lock which meant a whole lot of drink but no women.  Once he felt an odd cold creeping upon him and he decide to stand up. The swell made the lockout mast swag from side to side and he felt to his knees. He cursed himself and the sea before getting to his feet and grabbing the spyglass.

He gazed from left to right but nothing seemed out of place and he wave to the tall lookout at the other end as it was time to switch again. He looked back to see the Alfred and notice through the spyglass that their lookout had the very same idea. He smirked and waved to see if their lookout was bored as he was. After a few minutes of making obscene gestures he focused his attention to the sea. He felt oddly warmth by the fact that they were able to spend time just horsing around. The sound of the swells were almost like a lullaby and he decided to drop his coat – hoping a jolt of cold would keep him awake. He then grabbed the spyglass and started turning from left to right whilst dreaming of the Caribbean Island and their many promises of good times to come. Sadly it was time to switch sides again. He signaled to his mate that he was turning. Because the sun was just kissing the horizon he squirted his eyes and rapidly scanned back and forth.

Oh - How he hated these uneventful days. For a second he succumbed to the temptation of closing his eyes and rubbed them with his fingers. He then to prolong the break turned to the Alfred. Much to his surprise both lookouts seemed occupied with something going on below them on deck which actually left his Boston friend and him the only ones on guard. Suddenly he noticed something glinting to southwest of the Alfred. He eagerly put the spyglass to his eye and faced southwest. He almost felt the goose bumps and the hair on the back of his neck before he even spotted the two ships. The two strangers were sailing across the projected course of the American ships. This might yet be a good day he thought to himself and then he sounded the bell to wake the whole ship. He signaled to his fellow mates on the Alfred to sound the alarm. “Best to be prepared”.

Captain Thomas Pringle was proud of his ship. She might be a small one but His Mastery´s Ariadne was a fast ship and she had served him well in battle before. When she had been fitted with a copper-bottom it had improve her speed considerably and few ships was able to outrun her. And now paired with able Ceres he was feeling good and prepared. Both ships had for a while now been patrolling just North of Barbados. But so far nothing out of the ordinary had come about, which had made it a slightly bored run.

But then in the early morning light two ships had been spotted. The lockout had pointed to northeast and he himself had soon spotted two sails in the east quarter. Captain Pringle had signaled the Ceres to give chase. And the calm seas gave them a good steady pace over the swells. Even from a distance Pringle was able to see the size of the two unknown ships and there was no doubt that Ariadne –just a small 20 gunner and Ceres with her just 18 guns were decidedly inferrior to the unknown ships. He couldn´t  help speculating if he was facing enemy or friendly opponents. One could never know in these times and in these waters.  On board the Ceres  James Dacres was a veteran of the Lake Champlain campaign of 1776 where Pringle himself had commanded the British fleet to victory.  So in the company of a professional and able captain only rivaled by himself he had to give chase – it would be an insult not to do so. “Hauled to the wind – let´s stand north” Pringle ordered and once again was filled with pride as the sailors hurried to his command. He kept his ship due north and Dacres was able to keep a good track while keeping close to Ariadnes starboard. Pringle turn his ship slightly left to catch a better wind and then straight north again. He was eager to take yet another prize. Since he was given command of HMS Ariadne and assigned to duty as part of the West Indies fleet he had served his Majesty well. Ariadne had captured a number of American naval vessels - transports, and privateers, even a Virginia State Navy brig named Mosquito and a privateer ship  Johnston. They gave chase to almost anything of a good size that sailed in or close to these islands what else would have been the point of his commission if he was not to take the chance when opportunity presented itself. Small boat or not he had indeed been quite successful. Actually he had obtain a sizeable repution and was quite fear by the local privateers that room these waters. If anyone got wind of Ariadne´s position most nearby ships sought port and it had become a bit harder to size prize. So to overcome their prey´s reactions they were lighter then usually which made them faster than any ship they pursued. The only disadvantage of course being a small number of canons or gunners. Pringle was more and more elated for every mile they gained on the two strangers.

On board the Raleigh Captain Thompson had no choice to hove to – due to the slow pace of the Alfred. Thompson had seen that the strangers had closed up and were standing north, close hauled to the wind. This in itself would indicate that they were probably warships, and most likely British. But Alfred had always been a slow ship. Originally build as a full-rigged, 300 ton three-masted merchant ship (back then the “Black Prince”) she wasn´t meant to be a warship and she still had a  sleek peaceful appearance. But because of her wartime modifications the additional weight of timer and canons had affected her sailing qualities and made her top-heavy. She was known as “crank” or “tender-sided”. But still with a good seaman as Captain she was capable of giving excellent service. Thompson sighed. The crew was hurrying to prepare the canons and securing the loose cargo. But Thompson was not all to sure what he felt was the right thing to do. He knew Raleigh would have to take lead – having Alfred in the rear. His trail of thought keept getting interrupted by the cries of the seamen. He turned his back to the deck to look at Alfred and trying to find a trail of thought. Engaging in battle should not be a problem- both ship carried a valid sum of canons but sailing qualities of Alfred could prove a problem. If they couldn´t engage and attack at first sight then Alfred would need more time to turn then Raleigh and that would leave them in harms way. It was a question of pride and cost. Despite Raleighs size and numbers of guns Thompson knew he would need some support to keep two ship abay. He guessed that was his grounds for concern. Now that he got more insight he felt he was left with a sort of a solution. He would put one of the ships at risk and then ambush the British from the side. He needed to confer with Hinman. –“ Get me close to the Alfred”.

 

When the Raleigh and Alfred were close enough the two captains conferred.  Hinman seemed concerned and asked Thompson what he thought of the two ships; Thompson replied that he was unsure at that distance, but “we would go down and see what they were and then determining accordingly, desired him to go down to the sternmost ship . . .” If the trailing ship was the largest, Thompson said he would make for her. Hinman said he would go down and observe Thompson’s “motions.” Almost 2 hours later the Continentals were about five or six miles away from the two strangers, and it was clear by now that they were armed vessels.  –“Men- It is time. Hoist the flag” Thompson said and look with determination at the enemy wessels.

 

Pringle on his Ariadne  had slowed down and Ceres almost passed by them. Captain Dacres signaled to the left and Pringle turned his head. He saw some shapes that had a recognizable shape then the normal goods on a merchant ship. That was not an ordinary merchant ship. That was a man-of-war ship. Ceres turn rapidly to the leeward side of the Americans. Pringle and Ariedne followed. The stern of the slow but large Alfred was just ahead of them.  Alfred was impressive – still after the long journey over the transatlandtic the dark and golden wood was beautiful.  Pringle noticed that the haul had be strengthened probably to hold the canons.

 

He also looked to the see the fitted canons. But they were hard to count as some was under cover of large cloth pieces.  –“Bring us up on the leeward side”. He turedn to the men and hoped they had time to react before engaging.  Pringle tried to assess the situation on Ceres. He most certainly hoped they were ready. He had roughly estimated the Americans to have 52 gunners to theirs 38. But Pringle felt confident that they stood a chance.

Marquis de Bouillé - short story intro

Marquis de Bouillé

The veracity of a man of honor and the frankness of a soldier

 

French general, Marquis de Bouille (Francois Claude Amour), was a French Marquis in the 1700s during the reign of last kings of the Bourbon line. Francois Bouillé was born in 1739, at Cluzel castle in Auvergne. He distinguished himself in the Seven Years' war, became governor of the island of Guadeloupe, and commander-in-chief of the French forces in the West Indies. He was nominated by Louis XVI as a member of the first Assembly of Notables, and in 1790 appointed to the command of the army of the Meuse, the Saar, and the Moselle. He was a key agent in the escape of Louis XVI. and granted the Maréchal de camp. Because of his involvement he had to flee France when the King was captured. He went to exile and offered service from many European rulers. In the end he joined King Gustavus III. of Sweden in 1791.

He ultimately came to London, where he published his “Memoirs of the French Revolution”, and died in 1800.

This story portrays his raise from lieutenant to Maréchal de camp and his exit from France to his death in London in 1800. The combined short-stories encompass Bouillé´s adventures and deeds during significant events in World history. His life comes off to a rocky start with his mother died at childbirth. His military career at a young age – as a The Lieutenant Colonel of a battalion of dragoons which he leads in the Battle of Grünberg. Le 72 regiment ínfaterie de ligne or 72 RI was a regiment during the The Old (Ancient) regime which held the name Bouille in 1761 “Régiment de Bouillé ».

His most notiable battles and adventures are from the reign of Louis the 15 and Louis the 16. Several of his exploits and honorable conquests are from the Seven Year War and the American War of Independence. He did thoughout his life encounter and work along side other famous people such as Axel von Fersen, Comte de Grasse and Francais Drake.

Escapecially his former enimies the British held him in high regard :

In 1784 he came to England where he was received with that attension and respect which from his virtues and his conduct he so richly deserved and he carried away with him the most honourable marks of the esteem of all who had an opportunity of witnessing those virtues aud that conduct during the war. «  The AnitThe Antijacobin Review: And Protestant Advocate

Throughout his life M. Bouillé is portrayed as man with a great interest in warfare and a love for maticuolus planning. He also had very set idea of « doing the right thing » and « conducting oneself in an honorable way. » He was often accompanied by members of his family and did during the flight attempt of Louis 16 work alongside his son. He was particularly fond of his life on Gaudeloupe and the plantage owners on the Windward island was likewise very impressed by his govern. He is noted for his many days of preparing and planning often years ahead of time. Such as his early days in the army where he spend nights studying in his tent or during his time in Caribbean where he studied the currents and trade winds years before he was to invade Dominica. In May 1777 he succeeded the Comte D'argout, as Lieutenant General of Martinique and Saint Lucia. From July 1777 to April 1783 he was Lieutenant General of the wind Islands. In 1768 he enjoyed the protection of Ennery (Governor of Martinique in the post)and he succeeded Nolivos as Governor of Guadeloupe County. During the American war of independence (1778-1783) he is illustrated by feats of arms and is directly involved in the capture of numerous Islands (Dominica, St.-Eustache, Tobago...). He reorganized the militia and created an expeditionary force composed of Martinique from all backgrounds, dreaded body of the English.

The Marquis de Bouille himself traces his impressions: This is at this period that I said I began to feel all the inconveniences that have made me go days full of bitterness where it was the most interesting time of my administration which has since been filled with events in which I have been forced to fight against the obstacles and difficulties which have proliferated

Returning to France, he remains attached to the monarchy and with Fersen, he organizes the flight of Louis XVI. His troops await the arrival of the King, but the latter was arrested at Varennes, not far from the venue, on 22 June 1971. Pursued by the revolutionaries, he immigrated to London where he died on November 14, 1800 from suites of paralysis at the age of sixty years. His ashes were deposited in the cemetery of Saint Pancreas in a modest grave. His wife Marie-Louise-Guillemette de Begue died a few years later. They had three children:

·         Louis Joseph Marquis de Bouille Love lieutenant general who served with distinction as the first head of the regiment of the British Lancers and since in the French army during the campaigns that took place from 1806 to 1813

·         François Guillaume Antoine Comte de Bouille cavalry colonel knight of Malta who during the journey to Varennes awaited the king with the detachment placed in this city see Memoirs

·         Emilia Celeste Eleonore Bouille married in 1791 to François Jules Gaspard Viscount Contades  

Francois Claude Amor Bouillé is the only individual to be cited in the French national anthem “The Marseillaise” as a traitor to his homeland.

Bouillé and the Battle of Grünberg.

The Hills of Stagenrod - ("It burns and it dares"),

 

Once the dragoons reached the hill top, they form a column as they prepared for the attack. The men struggled to keep the horses calm. They felt the cold wind in their faces but the heavy coat of the uniform kept the cold away. Their eyes were fixed at the Comte. The very first order was to head for the hills of Stagenrod and await further instructions. “Hold – stay in line” the Captain shouted and then he turned his attention to Comte, as the Comte contemplated their next move. Francois Claude was thrilled; he had trained and study for years in order for a day like this. He was nervous and yet his heart was filled with joy as he had longed to join his forefather´s long history of military conquest. He was only 16 when he joined the army – but now at the age of 22 he felt as ready and determined as ever before – this was his time to shine. On that hilltop there was good view of the surrounding landscape. The French army was an impressive sight and yet the thing that caught everyone attention was the large group of soldiers at the foot of the hill. They filled the plain fields just outside the small village. A huge numbers of men, horses, tents and small camp fires this was clearly an significant part of the allied army at rest. But Bouillé had his eye fixed at one very important thing he had recognized the banner of the Prince.  This was not just any part of the allied army this was the prince himself.

-“This is it” he thought to himself. Not to rush things or disobey orders – but prove that he belong amongst his families great warriors. –“Now and just in this moment I´ll success and make my family pride and my name honor”.  He looked to the Comté. He so hoped for the order to attack. He could see that the Comte too was surprised by their find but the Comte was not one to act without careful planning. Bouillé was also a man of preparation but now he was eager to fight. During his many nights of studying he had learn a lot about successful army campaigns’ and he knew that this element of surprise was a great advantage for them and waiting too long would be a loss of this advantage. He was thoroughly tempted to leave his station and ride when the sound of soldiers attacking froze both the French as well as the allied troops. Closen had preferred to open with his artillery on the closest Allied units.

The Comte was left no choice:” Attack” he cried out and lifted his sable. Bouillé drew his sable and drove his horse forward. “For King, country and glory” he thought and looked for the first allied soldier in his path.

This premature attack gave the prince and the Allied army to opportunity to retired precipitously from the village and formed on the heights behind Atzenhain.
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Karl Wilhelm Ferdinand
Hereditary Prince of Brunswick (1735-80) and Duke of Brunswick (1780-1806)

 

Start of the capter on "The night"

 

A man of honor and disgrace

 

-“On my arrival at Dun knowing the disaffection of the inhabitants I would not enter the town but remain on horseback at the gate”

If you had been walking in the humid August night in the narrow streets of the city, long after the sun had set and the skies almost clouded the bright shining moon you might have heard the soldiers and their  horses at outside the city gate. No one is to know if you would be struck with fear and filled with anger – as this was time of danger and death and no one would go merrily on their way with strange noises at the city gate.

 

But if you had be amoughst the soldiers in the group you might be feeling differently. This was especially if you knew what was about to happen. This was the time that would make or break a hero and to be man of your words and stand by your belief.  The soldiers were waiting for a King – The King. And they were looking to the quite scented fields that surrounded them. The time pasted slowly. The soldiers looked to eachother and the General that led them. –“When was he coming” one said to the next. “So much would be right in the world again. Mayby we should ride to look for him?. But the General kept still and gazed at the road. This was not the time to panic nor doubt the marticulous planning he himself had done.  He was gambling to set things right and he had wooed to stay loyal and true to the king that had let him do so much. He looked to his man. He need them to stay calm and yet vigilant. This for the time for men to shine and raise to the occasion.

No one characterized this more the General Bouille. The man leading the troops at Dun had the mark of a trained and experience soldier. He had fougth in more batlles the most and show both gracious mercy and harden cruality. He was above all a committed royalist, but also a man of duty which became apperent in Nancy rebellion. In Nancy three  regiments of the old Royal Army had argued and fought amougst themselves. The soldiers' committee of the Regiment du Roi had demanded to audit the regimental accounts, procided to arrest the quartermaster, confin the colonel and other officers to barracks and seized the unit's pay chest. The officers of the Chateauvieux Swiss mercenaries were able to temporarily restore order and punish members of the soldiers' committee according to the Swiss military code - in this case by running the gauntlet. Running the gauntlet (originally gantlet, and, rarely, gantlope or gantelope) is a form of physical punishment wherein a captive is to run between two rows—a gauntlet—of soldiers who repeatedly strike him .This action led to renewed disturbances, now involving all three regiments of the garrison.

Fearing that the outbreak in Nancy would spread to the other garrisons located along the frontier, the National Assembly in Paris ordered suppression of the mutiny. The Assembly concerned at the increasing indiscipline had already voted to abolish political associations within the army. General François Claude de Bouillé, army commander at Metz, accordingly led 4,500 regular soldiers and national guards to Nancy on 18 August. sdUpon arrival at the city on 31 August, de Bouille issued an ultimatum to a delegation from the mutinous soldiers demanding the release of their officers and the handing over of four ring-leaders. These terms appeared acceptable to the majority of the soldiers but before they could be implemented a clash occurred at the Stainville Gate where the advance ranks of de Bouille's force were halted before an artillery piece manned by soldiers of the Regiment du Roi. Antoine-Joseph-Marc Désilles, a junior officer of the Regiment du Roi stepped in front of a 24 pounder cannon loaded with canister in an attempt to dissuade the mutineers from firing on the government troops. He was shot down and in the confusion the cannon was fired killing about 60 of the loyal troops drawn up in close formation a few paces away. A general engagement then broke out and after three hours of fighting de Bouille's troops put down the mutiny with heavy casualties amongst soldiers and civilians. Total deaths were estimated at 500.

While the French regiments involved escaped serious repercussions, the Swiss mutineers faced severe punishment after court-martial by their own officers. One identified as the prime ringleader was broken on the wheel, 22 were hanged, 41 sentenced to 30 years as galley slaves (in effect hard labour for life since galleys were no longer in service) and a further 74 imprisoned. The National Assembly approved of de Bouillé's actions, but radicals protested its severity. The effect on popular opinion of these draconian measures was to create widespread sympathy for the mutineers who were subsequently released, and to further weaken the discipline and morale of the regular army where disturbances continued until the final overthrow of the Monarchy in August 1792.

The Cementary where Bouillé is burried.

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But noticeable that he is NOT listed on the famous people burried there.

The inscription on his tombstone should read:
Here lies for(?)the country and his family, a sad love Francis Claude Marquis of Bouillé Royal army lieutenant Meuse Savari Mosellasque army leader over my French Knight of the Order of the Bishops of the Province commendator prasfec the city of Douai The pilot of the American War Antilles Islands Praîtor fupremus one notable men, from Louis 16 called Born to Auvergne first diemensis Mars 1740 London fourteenth day of November, 1800, from life exceslus military records excellent respect to the enemy with the generosity and magnanimity of more favorable times to couch right secundiorumque worthy citizens every wicked cool the ardor of command of the court-mentally ill winked solid drawing to himself all the misery of his ascetic pecuniœ king Louis 16 conatibusque remarkable fidelity of wise counsel penetration attack bold character, and character of a simple man, the son of Louis Comfort finally fortiffimus amatislìmo father of testimony

The translation makes some sense and yet none.

The latin version:

Hic jacet familise patriaeque sua flebilis Franciscus Claudius Amor Marchio de Bouille Régis Galliarutn exercitum Legatus Mosae Savari Mosellasque exercitus dux Supre mi Galliarum ordinis Eques Commendatarius Episcopatuum provinciae prasfec tus urbis Duacensis Gubernator in Americano Bello Antillarum Insularum Praîtor fupremus unusé notabilibus viris a Ludovico XVI convocatis Natus ad Arvernos prima diemensis Martis MDCCXL Londini die decimà quarta mensis Novembris MDCCC e vitá exceslus Militaribus gestis prseclarus ergá hostes generositati ac magnanimitate clarior secundis dubiisque temporibus rectus secundiorumque dignus pravam civium ardorem jubentium auram invidiam que Aulicorum mente despiciens solidâ Ducentis ad se cuncta pecuniœ abstinens pro infelice suo rege Ludovico XVI fidelitate conatibusque conspicuus rerum prudens consilio perspicax impetu audax moribus et îndole simplex vir denique fortiffimus Mœrentis filii Ludovici patri amatislìmo pietatis testimonium

Bouille and King Louis XV

In 1756 he was appointed captain in the regiment of dragoons. He was a fearless leader and jumped or swam rivers to reach his target. He was driving by peril and used both his succes and failures as learning experience The young officer didn´t go with out notice from his superior officers. When the young Francois asked to be in the forefront at the battle of Grünberg the 21 year old man was granted to ride against the allied Prussian and Hanoverian troops The Battle of Grünberg ended in a desisived defeat for the allied troops and De Bouillé was given the honour of taking the captured standards to Paris to present them to the King. Bouille gave the King the headlines and answered the kings questions. Bouille praised many mens activiteties and reamained silent on his own.
Louis XV said to the courtiers present:-“ that this is only thing he doesn´t speak of and yet it is very distinguised as he took both enermy guns and flags. "
The King recognized him with a promotion to colonel and was given command of the next regiment that became available.

Youth of Bouille

Nicolas spared no expense on his young protégé. Francois was educated in a Jesuit school which is still today school of high praise for their educational work. And Nicolas keept teaching Francois of the great familyheritage. Francois learned the stories by heart. He adored their military quests and success. This first impression or passion of his youth led his way for the rest of his life. He loved the glory. At the age of 14 Francois Claude de Bouille was ready to join the glorious ranks of his predessources as he started his military traning.During the day he joined the soldiers exercises with the men. He brave the heat of the day and went on long marches that left the troop fatigued. Despite the rigors of champ and he amid studied at night in his tent the way his fellow commentants lead their troops, he studied weapons and the rules of discipline and stories of courage. These Camps were a school where he learned obedience, duty, the use of command and how to fight. At age 15 Francois joined at camp under the command of the under the command of the command of the Duke of Randan Francois served as a cadet in the infantry regiment of the Prince de Rohan Rochefort He maneuvered into the ranks of grenadiers and later he spent eighteen months in the company of the Black Musketeers under the commanded of Count Montboissier. In 1756 he was appointed captain in the regiment of dragoons.