The beasts that are killed are so lean that it is almost impossible to obtain it except at an extravagant price.

Tallow candles have been seriously suggested, but they too are scarce.

The English, as foreigners, cannot claim rations, and were it not for the kindness of Mr.Herbert and Mr.Wallace, they would, I am afraid, really starve.

All their rich fellow-countrymen, with the exception of Mr.
Wallace, have left Paris, and even if they were here they would not be able to do anything unless they had money with them, as it is impossible to draw on London.

Winter is coming on, and clothes and fuel as well as food will be wanted.