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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume II (of II) + +Author: Charles James Lever + +Illustrator: Phiz. + +Release Date: April 6, 2010 [EBook #31902] +Last Updated: February 27, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM BURKE II *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + TOM BURKE OF “OURS” + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Charles Lever + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + With Illustrations By Phiz. and H. Browne + </h3> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + In Two Volumes, Vol. II. + </h3> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="mynote"> + <p> + <b>Transcriber's Note</b>: Two print editions have been used for this + Project Gutenberg Edition of “Tom Burke of 'Ours'”: The Little Brown + edition (Boston) of 1913 with illustrations by Phiz; and the Chapman and + Hall editon (London) of 1853 with illustrations by Browne. Illegible and + missing pages were found in both print editions. + </p> + <p> + DW + </p> + <br /> + </div> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <table summary="" border="3" cellpadding="0"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td> + <a + href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/31901/31901-h/31901-h.htm"><b>VOLUME + ONE</b> </a> + </td> + <td> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page121.jpg" alt="frontispiece2" width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/titlepage2.jpg" alt="titlepage2" width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>TOM BURKE OF “OURS"</b> </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> THE SICK LEAVE <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> LINTZ <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> AUSTERLITZ <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> THE FIELD AT + MIDNIGHT <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> A + MAÎTRE D'ARMES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> THE + MILL ON THE HOLITSCH ROAD <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER + VII. </a> THE ARMISTICE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0008"> + CHAPTER VIII. </a> THE COMPAGNIE D'ELITE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> PARIS IN 1800 <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> THE HÔTEL DE CLICHY + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> A SALLE + DE POLICE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> THE + RETURN OF THE WOUNDED <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. + </a> THE CHEVALIER <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0014"> + CHAPTER XIV. </a> A BOYISH REMINISCENCE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> A GOOD-BY <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> AN OLD FRIEND + UNCHANGED <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> THE + RUE DES CAPUCINES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. + </a> THE MOISSON d'OR <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0019"> + CHAPTER XIX. </a> THE TWO SOIREES <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> A SUDDEN DEPARTURE + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> THE + SUMMIT OF THE LANDGRAFENBERG <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER + XXII. </a> L'HOMME ROUGE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0023"> + CHAPTER XXII. </a> JENA AND AUERSTÄDT <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. </a> A FRAGMENT OF A + MAÎTRE d'ARMES EXPERIENCES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER + XXV. </a> BERLIN AFTER “JENA.” <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. </a> A FOREST PATH <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. </a> A CHANCE MEETING + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. </a> THE + PENSION DE LA RUE MI-CARÊME <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER + XXIX. </a> MY NAMESAKE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0030"> + CHAPTER XXX. </a> AN OLD SAILOR OF THE EMPIRE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. </a> A MOONLIGHT + RECOGNITION <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. </a> THE + FALAISE DE BIVILLE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. + </a> THE LANDING <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER + XXXIV. </a> A CHARACTER OF OLD DUBLIN <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. </a> AN UNFORSEEN EVIL + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. </a> THE + PERIL AVERTED <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. </a> HASTY + RESOLUTION <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII. </a> THE + LAST CAMPAIGN <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXIX. </a> THE + BRIDGE OF MONTEREAU <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER XL. </a> FONTAINEBLEAU + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0041"> CHAPTER XLI. </a> THE + CONCLUSION <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0043"> A PARTING WORD. </a> + <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>ILLUSTRATIONS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0001"> Browne: Murat and Minnette </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0002"> Phiz: Bivwac After the Battle </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0003"> Browne: Bivwac After the Battle </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0004"> Phiz: Locomotive Chair </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0005"> Browne: Locomotive Chair </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0006"> Phiz: The Scrimmage </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0007"> Phiz: The Dance </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0008"> Phiz: Minnette Receives Cross of the Legion + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0009"> Browne: Minnette Receives Cross of the Legion + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0010"> Phiz: Minnette </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0011"> Browne: The Drummer Boy </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0012"> Phiz: Moisson </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0013"> Phiz: A Slight Mistake </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0014"> Phiz: Cut and Run </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0015"> Phiz: The Big Drum </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0016"> Browne: The Foraging Party </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0017"> Phiz: The Summer House </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0019"> Phiz: The Newsvendor </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0020"> Phiz: There was Always a Sting in ye </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0021"> Phiz: The Law Office </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0022"> Brown: Darby in the Chair </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0023"> Phiz: Minnette at the Bridge </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0024"> Phiz: Death of Minnette </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0018"> Browne: Death of Minnette </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0025"> Browne: Parting from Napoleon </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkimage-0026"> Browne: Henri Beauvais </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + TOM BURKE OF “OURS” + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. THE SICK LEAVE. + </h2> + <p> + “What is it, Minette?” said I, for the third time, as I saw her lean her + head from out the narrow casement, and look down into the valley beside + the river; “what do you see there?” + </p> + <p> + “I see a regiment of infantry coming along the road from Ulm,” said she, + after a pause; “and now I perceive the lancers are following them, and the + artillery too. Ah! and farther again, I see a great cloud of dust. <i>Mère + de Ciél!</i> how tired and weary they all look! It surely cannot be a + march in retreat; and, now that I think of it, they have no baggage, nor + any wagons with them.” + </p> + <p> + “That was a bugle call, Minette! Did you not hear it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's a halt for a few minutes. Poor fellows! they are sadly + exhausted; they cannot even reach the side of the way, but are lying down + on the very road. I can bear it no longer. I must find out what it all + means.” So saying, she threw round her a mantle which, Spanish fashion, + she wore over her head, and hurried from the room. + </p> + <p> + For some time I waited patiently for her return; but when half an hour + elapsed, I arose and crept to the window. A succession of rocky precipices + descended from the terrace on which the house stood, down to the very edge + of the Danube, and from the point where I sat the view extended for miles + in every direction. What, then, was my astonishment to see the wide plain, + not marked by regular columns in marching array, but covered with + straggling detachments, hurrying onward as if without order or discipline. + Here was an infantry battalion mixed up with a cavalry corps, the + foot-soldiers endeavoring to keep up with the ambling trot of the + dragoons; there, the ammunition wagons were covered with weary soldiers, + too tired to march. Most of the men were without their firelocks, which + were piled in a confused heap on the limbers of the guns. No merry chant, + no burst of warlike music, cheered them on. They seemed like the scattered + fragments of a routed army hurrying onward in search of some place of + refuge,-sad and spiritless. + </p> + <p> + “Can he have been beaten?” was the fearful thought that flashed across me + as I gazed. “Have the bold legions that were never vanquished succumbed at + last? Oh, no, no! I'll not believe it.” And while a glow of fever warmed + my whole blood, I buckled on my sabre, and taking my shako, prepared to + issue forth. Scarcely had I reached the door, with tottering limbs, when I + saw Minette dashing up the steep street at the top speed of her pony, + while she flourished above her head a great placard, and waved it to and + fro. + </p> + <p> + “The news! the news!” cried I, bursting with anxiety. “Are they advancing; + or is it a retreat?” + </p> + <p> + “Read that!” said she, throwing me a large sheet of paper, headed with the + words, “Proclamation! la Grande Armée!” in huge letters,-“read that! for + I've no breath left to tell you.” + </p> + <p> + Soldiers!—The campaign so gloriously begun will soon be completed. + </p> + <p> + One victory, and the Austrian empire, so great but a week since, will be + humbled in the dust. Hasten on, then! Forced marches, by day and night, + will attest your eagerness to meet the enemy; and let the endeavor of each + regiment be to arrive soonest on the field of battle. + </p> + <p> + “Minette! dearest Minette!” said I, as I threw my arms around her neck, + “this is indeed good news.” “Gently, gently, Monsieur!” said she, smiling, + while she disengaged herself from my sudden embrace. “Very good news, + without doubt; but I don't think that there is any mention in the bulletin + about embracing the vivandières of the army.” + </p> + <p> + “At a moment like this, Minette—” + </p> + <p> + “The best thing to do is, to make up one's baggage and join the march,” + said she, very steadily, proceeding at the same time to put her plan into + execution. + </p> + <p> + While I gave her all assistance in my power, the doctor entered to inform + us that all the wounded who were then not sufficiently restored to return + to duty were to be conveyed to Munich, where general military hospitals + had been established; and that he himself had received orders to repair + thither with his sick detachment, in which my name was enrolled. + </p> + <p> + “You'll keep your old friend, François, company, Lieutenant Burke; he is + able to move at last.” + </p> + <p> + “François!” said I, in ecstasy; “and will he indeed recover?” + </p> + <p> + “I have little doubt of it; though certainly he's not likely to practise + as maître d'armes again. You 've spoiled his tierce, though not before it + cost the army some of the prettiest fellows I ever saw. But as to yourself—” + </p> + <p> + “As for me, I 'll march with the army. I feel perfectly recovered; my arm—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! as for monsieur's arms,” said mademoiselle, “I'll answer for it, they + are quite at his Majesty's service.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said the doctor, knowingly; “I thought it would come to that. + Well, well, Mademoiselle, don't look saucy; let us part good friends for + once in our lives.” + </p> + <p> + “I hate being reconciled to a surgeon,” said she, pettishly. + </p> + <p> + “Why so, I pray?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you know, when one quarrels with an officer, the poor fellow may be + killed before one sees him again; and it's always a sad thought, that. But + your doctor, nothing ever happens to him; you're sure to see him, with his + white apron and his horrid weapons, a hundred times after, and one is + always sorry for having forgiven such a cruel wretch.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Mademoiselle, you bear us all an ill-will for the fault of + one, and that's not fair. It was the hospital aide of the Sixth, Monsieur, + (a handsome fellow, too), who did not fall in love with her after her + wound,—a slight scratch.” + </p> + <p> + “A slight scratch, do you call it?” said I, indignantly, as I perceived + the poor girl's eyes fill at the raillery of her tormentor. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! monsieur has seen it, then?” said he, maliciously. “A thousand + pardons. I have the honor to wish you both adieu.” And with that, and a + smile of the most impertinent meaning, he took his leave. + </p> + <p> + “How silly to be vexed for so little, Minette!” said I, approaching and + endeavoring to console her. + </p> + <p> + “Well, but to call my wound a scratch!” said she. “Was it not too bad? and + I the only vivandière of the army that ever felt a bullet.” + </p> + <p> + And with that she turned away her head; but I could see, as she wiped her + eyes, that she cared less for the sarcasm on her wounded shoulder than the + insult to her wounded heart. Poor girl! she looked sick and pale the whole + day after. + </p> + <p> + We learned in the course of the day that some cavalry detachments would + pass early on the morrow, thus allowing us sufficient time to provide + ourselves with horses, and make our other arrangements for the march. + These we succeeded in doing to our satisfaction; I being fortunate enough + to secure the charger of an Austrian prisoner, mademoiselle being already + admirably mounted with her palfrey. Occupied with these details, the day + passed rapidly over, and the hour for supper drew near without my feeling + how the time slipped past. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0001" id="linkimage-0001"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page003.jpg" alt="Brownemuratandminettepage003 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + At last the welcome meal made its appearance, and with it mademoiselle + herself. I could not help remarking that her toilette displayed a more + than common attention: her neat Parisian cap; her collar, with its deep + Valenciennes lace; and her <i>tablier</i>, so coquettishly embroidered,—were + all signs of an unusual degree of care; and though she was pale and in low + spirits, I never saw her look so pretty. All my efforts to make her + converse were, however, in vain. Some secret weight lay heavily on her + spirits, and not even the stirring topics of the coming campaign could + awaken one spark of her enthusiasm. She evaded, too, every allusion to the + following day's march, or answered my questions about it with evident + constraint. Tired at last with endeavoring to overcome her silent mood, I + affected an air of chagrin, thinking to pique her by it; but she merely + remarked that I appeared weary, and that, as I had a long journey before + me, it were as well I should retire early. + </p> + <p> + The marked coolness of her manner at this moment struck me so forcibly + that I began really to feel some portion of the ill-temper I affected, and + with the crossness of an over-petted child, I arose to withdraw at once. + </p> + <p> + “Good-by, Monsieur; good-night, I mean,” said she, blushing slightly. + </p> + <p> + “Good-night, Mademoiselle,” said I, taking her hand coldly as I spoke. “I + trust I may find you in better spirits to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-night,—adieu!” said she, hastily; and before I could add a + word she was gone. + </p> + <p> + “She is a strange girl,” thought I, as I found myself alone, and tortured + my mind to think whether anything I could have dropped had offended her. + But no: we had parted a few hours before the best friends in the world; + nothing had then occurred to which I could attribute this sudden change. I + had often remarked the variable character of her disposition,—the + flashes of gayety mingled with outbursts of sorrow; the playful moods of + fancy alternating with moments of deep melancholy; and, after all, this + might be one of them. + </p> + <p> + With these thoughts I threw myself on my bed, but could not sleep. At one + minute my brain went on puzzling about Minette and her sorrow; at the next + I reproached myself for my own harsh, unfeeling manner to the poor girl, + and was actually on the eve of arising to seek her and ask her pardon. At + last sleep came, and dreams too; but, strange enough, they were of the + distant land of my boyhood and the hours of my youth; of the old house in + which I was born, and its well-remembered rooms. I thought I was standing + before my father, while he scolded me for some youthful transgression; I + heard his words as though they were really spoken, as he told me that I + should be an outcast and a wanderer, without a friend, a house, or home; + that while others reaped wealth and honors, I was destined to be a + castaway: and in the torrent of my grief I awoke. + </p> + <p> + It was night,—dark, silent night. A few stars were shining in the + sky, but the earth was wrapped in shadow; and as I opened my window to let + the fresh breeze calm my fevered forehead, the deep precipice beneath me + seemed a vast gulf of yawning blackness. At a great distance off I could + see the watchfires of some soldiers bivouacking in the plain; and even + that much comforted my saddened heart, as it aroused me to the thoughts of + the campaign before me. But again my thoughts recurred to my dream, which + I could not help feeling as a sort of prediction. + </p> + <p> + When our sleep leaves its strong track in our waking moments, we dread to + sleep again for fear the whole vision should come back; and thus I sat + down beside the window, and fell into a long train of thought. The images + of my dream were uppermost in my mind; and every little incident of + childhood, long lost to memory, came now fresh before me,—the + sorrows of my schoolboy years, unrelieved by the sense of love awaiting me + at home; the clinging to all who seemed to feel or care for me; and the + heart-sickening sorrow when I found that what I mistook for affection was + merely pity: all save one,—my mother! Her mild, sad looks, so seldom + cheered by a ray of pleasure,—I remember well how they fell on me! + with such a thrilling sensation at my heart, and such a gush of + thankfulness, as I felt then! Oh! if they who live with children knew how + needful it is to open their hearts to all the little sorrows and woes of + infant life; to teach confidence and to feed hope; to train up the + creeping tendrils of young desire, and not to suffer them to lie + straggling and tangled on the earth,—what a happier destiny would + fall to the lot of many whose misfortunes in late life date from the + crushed spirit of childhood! + </p> + <p> + My mother I—I thought of her as she would bend oyer me at night, her + last kiss pressed on my brow,—the healing balm of some sorrow for + which my sobs were still breaking,—her pale, worn cheek, her white + dress, her hand so bloodless and transparent, the very emblem of her + malady. The tears started to my eyes and rolled heavily along my cheek, my + chest heaved, and my heart beat till I could hear it. At this moment a + slight rustle stirred the leaves: I listened, for the night was calm and + still; not a breeze moved. Again I heard it close beside the window, on + the little terrace which ran along the building, and occupied the narrow + space beside the edge of the rock. Before I could imagine what it meant, a + figure in white glided from the shade of the trees and approached the + window. So excited was my mind, so wrought up my imagination by the + circumstances of my dream and the thoughts that followed, that I cried + out, in a voice of ecstasy, “My mother!” Suddenly the apparition stood + still, and then as rapidly retreated, and was lost to view in the dark + foliage. Maddened with intense excitement, I sprang from the window, and + leaped out on the terrace. I called aloud; I ran about wildly, unmindful + of the fearful precipice that yawned beside me. I searched every bush, I + crept beneath each tree, but nothing could I detect. The cold perspiration + poured down my face; my limbs trembled with a strange dread of I knew not + what. I felt as if madness was creeping over me, and I struggled with the + thought and tried to calm my troubled brain. Wearied and faint, I gave up + the pursuit at last, and, throwing myself on my bed, I sank exhausted into + the heavy slumber which only tired nature knows. + </p> + <p> + “The Sous-Lieutenant Burke,” said a gruff voice, awakening me suddenly + from my sleep, while by the light of a lantern he held in his hand I + recognized the figure of an orderly sergeant in full equipment. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. What then?” said I, in some amazement at the summons. + </p> + <p> + “This is the order of march, sir, for the invalid detachment under your + command.” + </p> + <p> + “How so? I have no orders.” + </p> + <p> + “They are here, sir.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he presented me with a letter from the assistant-adjutant of + the corps, with instructions for the conduct of forty men, invalided from + different regiments, and now on their way to Lintz. The paper was + perfectly regular, setting forth the names of the soldiers and their + several corps, together with the daily marches, the halts, and distances. + My only surprise was how this service so suddenly devolved on me, whose + recovery could only have been reported a few hours before. + </p> + <p> + “When shall I muster the detachment, sir?” said the sergeant, interrupting + me in the midst of my speculations. + </p> + <p> + “Now,—at once. It is past five o'clock. I see Langenau is mentioned + as the first halting-place; we can reach it by eight.” + </p> + <p> + The moment the sergeant withdrew, I arose and dressed for the road, + anxious to inform mademoiselle as early as possible of this sudden order + of march. When I entered the <i>salon</i>, I found to my surprise that the + breakfast table was all laid and everything ready. “What can this mean?” + said I; “has she heard it already?” At the same instant I caught sight of + the door of her chamber lying wide open. I approached, and looked in. The + room was empty; the various trunks and boxes, the little relics of + military glory I remembered to have seen with her, were all gone. Minette + had departed; when or whither, I knew not. I hurried through the building, + from room to room, without meeting any one. The door was open, and I + passed out into the dark street, where all was still and silent as the + grave. I hastened to the stable: my horse, ready equipped and saddled, was + feeding; but the stall beside him was empty,—the pony of the + vivandière was gone. While many a thought flashed on my brain as to her + fate, I tortured my mind to remember each circumstance of our last + meeting,—every word and every look; and as I called to my memory the + pettish anger of my manner towards her, I grew sick at heart, and hated + myself for my own cold ingratitude. All her little acts of kindness, her + tender care, her unwearying good-nature, were before me. I thought of her + as I had seen her often in the silence of the night, when, waking from + some sleep of pain, she sat beside my bed, her hand pressed on my heated + forehead; her low, clear voice was in my ear; her soft, mild look, beaming + with hope and tender pity. Poor Minette! had I then offended you? was such + the return I made for all your kindness? + </p> + <p> + “The men are ready, sir,” said the sergeant, entering at the moment. + </p> + <p> + “She is gone,” said I, following out my own sad train of thought, and + pointing to the vacant stall where her pony used to stand. + </p> + <p> + “Mademoiselle Minette—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, what of her—where is she?” + </p> + <p> + “Marched with the cuirassier brigade that passed here last night at twelve + o'clock. She seemed very ill, sir, and the officer made her sit on one of + the wagons.” + </p> + <p> + “Which road did they take? » + </p> + <p> + “They crossed the river, and moved away towards the forest. I think I + heard the troop-sergeant say something about Salzburg and the Tyrol.” + </p> + <p> + I made no answer, but stood mute and stupefied; when I was again recalled + to thought by his asking if my baggage was ready for the wagons. + </p> + <p> + With a sullen apathy I pointed out my trunks in silence, and throwing one + last look on the room, the scene of my former suffering, and of much + pleasure too, I mounted my horse, and gave the word to move forward. + </p> + <p> + As we passed from the gate, I stopped to question the sous-officier as to + the route of the cuirassier division. But he could only repeat what the + sergeant had already told me; adding, there were several men slightly + wounded in the squadrons, for they had been engaged twice within the week. + The gates closed! and we were on the highroad. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. LINTZ + </h2> + <p> + As day was breaking, we came up with a strong detachment of the cavalry of + the Guard proceeding to join Bessiere's division at Lintz. From them we + learned that the main body of the army was already far in advance, several + entire corps having marched from Lintz with the supposed intention of + occupying Vienna. Ney's division, it was said, was also bearing down from + the Tyrol; Davoust and Mortier were advancing by the left bank of the + Danube; whilst Lannes and Murat, with an overwhelming force of light + troops, had pushed forward two days' march in advance on their way to the + capital. The fate of Ulm was already predicted for the Austrian city, and + each day's intelligence seemed to make it only the more inevitable. + Meanwhile the Emperor Francis had abandoned the capital, and retreated on + Brunn, a fortified town in Moravia, there to await the arrival of his + ally, Alexander, hourly expected from Berlin. + </p> + <p> + As day after day we pressed forward, our numbers continued to increase. A + motley force, indeed, did we present: cavalry of every sort, from the + steel-clad cuirassier to the gay hussar, dragoons, chasseurs, guides, and + light cavalry, all mixed up together, and all eagerly recounting the + several experiences of the campaign as it fell under their eyes in + different quarters. From none, however, could I learn any tidings of + Minette; for though known to many there, the detachment she had joined had + taken a southerly direction, and was not crossed by any of the others on + their march. The General d'Auvergne, I heard, was with the headquarters of + the Emperor, then established at the monastery of Molk, on the Danube. + </p> + <p> + On the evening of the 13th of November we arrived at Lintz, the capital of + Upper Austria, but at the time I speak of one vast barrack. Thirty-eight + thousand troops of all arms were within its walls; not subject to the + rigid discipline and regular command of a garrison town, but bivouacking + in the open streets and squares. Tables were spread in the thoroughfares, + at which the divisions as they arrived took their places, and after + refreshing themselves, moved on to make way for others. The great churches + were strewn with forage, and filled with the horses of the cavalry; there + might be seen the lumbering steeds of the cuirassier, eating their corn + from the richly-carved box of a confessional; here lay the travel-stained + figure of a dragoon, stretched asleep across the steps of the altar. The + little chapelries, where the foot of the penitent awoke no echo as it + passed, now rung with the coarse jest and reckless ribaldry of the + soldiers; parties caroused in the little sacristies; and the rude chorus + of a drinking song now vibrated through the groined roof where only the + sacred notes of the organ had been heard to peal. The Hôtel de Ville was + the quartier-général, where the generals of divisions were assembled, and + from which the orderlies rode forth at every moment with despatches. The + one cry, “Forward!” was heard everywhere. They who before had claimed + leave for slight wounds or illness, were now seen among their comrades + with bandaged arms and patched faces, eager to press on. Many whose + regiments were in advance became incorporated for the time with other + corps; and dismounted dragoons were often to be met with, marching with + the infantry and mounting guard in turn. Everything bespoke haste. The + regiments which arrived at night frequently moved off before day broke. + The cavalry often were provided with fresh horses to press forward, + leaving their own for the corps that were to follow. A great flotilla, + provided with all the necessaries for an army on the march, moved along + the Danube, and accompanied the troops each day. In a word, every + expedient was practised which could hasten the movement of the army; + justifying the remark so often repeated among the soldiers at the time, + “Le Petit Caporal makes more use of our legs than our bayonets in this + campaign.” + </p> + <p> + On the same evening we arrived came the news of the surprise of Vienna by + Murat. Never was there such joy as this announcement spread through the + army. The act itself was one of those daring feats which only such as he + could venture on, and indeed at first seemed so miraculous that many + refused to credit it. Prince Auersberg, to whom the great bridge of the + Danube was intrusted, had prepared everything for its destruction in the + event of attack. The whole line of woodwork was laid with combustibles; + trains were set, the matches burning; a strong battery of twelve guns, + posted to command the bridge, occupied the height on the right bank, and + the Austrian gunners lay, match in hand, beside their pieces: but a word + was needed, and the whole work was in a blaze. + </p> + <p> + Such was the state of matters when Sebastiani pushed through the faubourg + of the Leopoldstadt at the head of a strong cavalry detachment, supported + by some grenadiers of the Guard, and by Murat's orders, concealed his + force among the narrow streets which lead to the bridge from the left bank + of the Danube. This done, Lannes and Murat advanced carelessly along the + bridge, which, from the frequent passage of couriers between the two + headquarters, had become a species of promenade, where the officers of + either side met to converse on the fortunes of the campaign. Dressed + simply as officers of the staff, they strolled along till they came + actually beneath the Austrian battery; and then entered into conversation + with the Austrian officers, assuring them that the armistice was signed, + and peace already proclaimed between the two countries. + </p> + <p> + The Austrians, trusting to their story, and much interested by what they + heard, descended from the mound, and joining them, proceeded to walk + backwards and forwards along the bridge, conversing on the probable + consequences of the treaty; when suddenly turning round by chance, as they + walked towards the right bank, they saw the head of a grenadier column + approaching at the quick step. The thought of treachery crossed their + minds; and one of them, rushing to the side of the bridge, called out to + the artillerymen to fire. A movement was seen in the battery, the matches + were uplifted, when Murat, dashing forward, cried aloud, “Reserve your + fire; there is nothing to fear!” + </p> + <p> + The same instant the Austrian officers were surrounded; the sappers + rushing on the bridge cleared away the combustibles, and cut off the + trains; and the cavalry, till now in concealment, pushing forward at a + gallop, crossed the bridge, followed by the grenadiers in a run,—before + the Austrians, who saw their own officers mingled with the French, could + decide on what was to be done,—while Murat, springing on his horse, + dashed forward at the head of the dragoons; and before five minutes + elapsed the battery was stormed, the gunners captured, and Vienna won. + </p> + <p> + Never was there a <i>coup de main</i> more hardy than this, whether we + look to the danger of the deed itself, or the insignificant force by which + it was accomplished. A few horsemen and some companies of foot, led on by + an heroic chief, thus turned the whole fortune of Europe; for, by securing + this bridge, Napoleon enabled himself, as circumstances might warrant, to + unite the different corps of his army on the right or left banks of the + Danube, and either direct his operations against the Russians, or the + Austrians under the Archduke Charles, as he pleased. + </p> + <p> + The treachery by which the bold deed was made successful, was, alas! + deemed no stain on the achievement. But one rule of judgment existed in + the Imperial army: Was the advantage on the side of France, and to the + honor of her arms? That covered every flaw, no matter whether inflicted by + duplicity or breach of faith. The habit of healing all wounds of + conscience by a bulletin had become so general, that men would not trust + to the guidance of their own reason till confirmed by some Imperial + proclamation; and when the Emperor declared a battle gained and glory + achieved, who would gainsay him? If this blind, headlong confidence tended + to lower the <i>morale</i> of the nation, in an equal degree did it make + them conquerors in the field; and thus—by a strange decree of + Providence, would it seem—were they preparing for themselves the + terrible reverse of fortune which, when the destinies of their leader + became clouded and their confidence in him shaken, was to fall on a people + who lived only in the mad intoxication of victory, and knew not the + sterner virtues that can combat with defeat. + </p> + <p> + But so was it. Napoleon commanded the legions and described their + achievements; he led them to the charge and he apportioned their glory; + the heroism of the soldier had no existence until acknowledged by the + proclamation after the battle; the valor of the general wanted + confirmation till sealed by his approval. To fight beneath his eyes was + the greatest glory a regiment could wish for; to win one word from him was + fame itself forever. + </p> + <p> + If I dwell on these thoughts here, it is because I now felt for the first + time the sad deception I had practised on myself; and how little could I + hope to realize in my soldier's life the treasured aspirations of my + boyhood Î Was this, then, indeed the career I had pictured to my mind,—the + chivalrous path of honor? Was this the bold assertion of freedom I so + often dreamed of? How few of that armed host knew anything of the causes + of the war,—how much fewer still cared for them! No sentiment of + patriotism, no devotion to the interests of liberty or humanity, prompted + us on. Yet these were the thoughts first led me to the career of arms; + such ambitious promptings first made my heart glow with the enthusiasm of + a soldier. + </p> + <p> + This gloomy disappointment made me low-spirited and sad. Nor can I say + where such reflections might not have led me, when suddenly a change came + over my thoughts by seeing a wounded soldier, who had just arrived from + Mortier's division, with news of a fierce encounter they had sustained + against Kutusof's Russians. The poor fellow was carried past in a litter,—his + arm had been amputated that same morning, and a frightful shot-wound had + carried away part of his cheek; still, amid all his suffering, his eye was + brilliant, and a smile of proud meaning was on his lips. + </p> + <p> + “Lift it up, Guillaume; let me see it again,” said he, as they bore him + along the crowded street. + </p> + <p> + “What is it he wishes?” said I. “The poor fellow is asking for something.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mon lieutenant. It is the <i>sabre d'honneur</i> the Emperor gave + him this morning. He likes to look at it every now and then; he says he + doesn't mind the pain when he sees that before him. <i>And it is natural, + too.</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Such is glory!” said I to myself; “and he who feels this in his heart has + no room for other thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, give to me the trumpet's blast, And the champ of the charger + prancing; Or the whiz of the grape-shot flying past, That 'a music meet + for dancing. + </p> + <p> + “Tralararalal” sang a wild-looking voltigeur, as he capered along the + street, keeping time to his rude song with the tramp of his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! there goes a fellow from the Faubourg!” said an officer near me. + </p> + <p> + “The Faubourg?” repeated I, asking for explanation. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, to be sure. The Faubourg St. Antoine supplies all the reckless + devils of the army; one of them would corrupt a regiment, and so, the best + thing to do is to keep them as much together as possible. The voltigeurs + have little else; and proof is, they are the cleverest corps in the + service, and if they could be kept from picking and stealing, lying, + drinking, and gambling, there's not a man might not be a general of + division in time. There goes another!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, a fellow passed by with a goose under his arm, followed by a + woman most vociferously demanding restitution; while he only amused + himself by replying with a mock courtesy, deploring in sad terms the + unhappy necessities of war and the cruel hardships of a campaign. + </p> + <p> + “It's no use punishing those fellows,” said the officer. “They desert in + whole companies if you send one to the <i>salle de police</i>; and so we + have only one resource, which is, to throw them pretty much in advance, + and leave their chastisement to the enemy. And, sooth to say, they ask for + nothing better themselves.” + </p> + <p> + Thus, even these fellows seemed to have their own sentiment of glory,—a + problem which the more I reasoned over the more puzzled did I become. + </p> + <p> + While a hundred conjectures were hourly in circulation, none save those + immediately about the person of Napoleon could possibly divine the quarter + where the great blow was to be struck, although all were in expectation of + the orders to prepare for battle. News would reach us of marchings and + counter-marchings; of smart skirmishes here, and prisoners taken there; + yet could we not form the slightest conception of where the chief force of + the enemy lay, nor what the direction to which our own army was pointed. + Indeed, our troops seemed to scatter on every side. Marmont, with a strong + force, was despatched towards Gratz, where it was said the Archduke + Charles was at the head of a considerable army; Davoust moved on Hungary, + and occupied Presburg; Bernadotte retraced his steps towards the Upper + Danube, to hold the Archduke Frederick in check, who had escaped from Ulm + with ten thousand men; Mortiers corps, harassed and broken by the + engagement with Kutusof, were barely sufficient to garrison Vienna; while + Soult, Lannes, and Murat pushed forward towards Moravia, with a strong + cavalry force and some battalions of the Guard. In fact, the whole army + was scattered like an exploded shell; nor could we see the means by which + its wide extended fragments were to be united at a moment, much less + divine the spot to which their combined force was to be directed. + </p> + <p> + Had these Russians been fabulous creatures of a legend, instead of men of + mortal mould, they could scarcely have been endowed with more attributes + of ubiquity than we conferred on them. Sometimes we believed them at one + side of the Danube, sometimes at the other; now we heard of them as + retreating by forced marches into their native fastnesses, now as encamped + in the mountain regions of Moravia. Yesterday came the news that they laid + down their arms and surrendered as prisoners of war; to-day we heard of + them as having forced back our advanced posts and carried off several + squadrons as prisoners. + </p> + <p> + At length came the positive information that the allied armies were in + cantonments around Olmutz; while Napoleon had pushed forward to Brunn, a + place of considerable strength, communicating by the highroad with the + Russian headquarters. It was no longer doubtful, then, where the great + game was to be decided, and thither the various battalions were now + directed by marches day and night. + </p> + <p> + On the 29th of November our united detachments, now numbering several + hundred men, arrived at Brunn. I lost no time in repairing to + headquarters, where I found General d'Auvergne deeply engaged with the + details of the force under his command: his brigade had been placed under + the orders of Murat; and it was well known the prince gave little rest or + respite to those under his command. From him I learned that three days of + unsuccessful negotiation had just passed over, and that the Emperor had + now resolved on a great battle. Indeed, every moment was critical. Russia + had assumed a decidedly hostile aspect; the Swedes were moving to the + south; the Archduke Charles, by a circuitous route, was on the march to + join the Russian army, to whose aid fresh reinforcements were daily + arriving, and Benningsen was hourly expected with more. Under these + circumstances a battle was inevitable; and such a one, as, by its result, + must conclude the war. + </p> + <p> + This much did I learn from the old general as we rode over the field + together; examining with caution the nature of the ground, and where it + offered facilities, and where it presented obstacles, to the movement of + cavalry. Such were the orders issued that morning by Napoleon to the + generals of brigade, who might now be seen with their staffs traversing + the plain in every direction. As we moved along we could discover in the + distance the dark columns of the enemy marching, not towards us, but in a + southerly direction towards our extreme right. This movement attracted the + attention of several others, and more than one aide-de-camp was despatched + to Brunn to carry the intelligence to the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + The same evening couriers departed in every direction to Bernadotte and + Davoust to hasten forward at once; even Mortier, with his mangled + division, was ordered to abandon Vienna to a division of Marmont's army, + and move on to Brunn. And now the great work of concentration began. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the Russians advanced, and on the 30th drove in an advanced + post, and compelled our cavalry to fall back behind our position. The + following morning the allies resumed their flank movement. And now no + doubt could be entertained of their plan; which was, by turning our right, + to cut us off from our supporting columns resting at Vienna, and throw our + retreat back upon the mountainous districts of Bohemia. In this way five + massive columns moved past us scarce half a league distant from our + advanced posts, numbering eighty thousand men, of which fifteen were + cavalry in the most perfect condition. + </p> + <p> + Our position was in advance of the fortress of Brunn; the headquarters of + the Emperor occupied a rising piece of ground, at the base of which flowed + a small stream, a tributary to some of the numerous ponds by which the + field was intersected. The entire ground in our front was indeed a + succession of these small lakes, with villages interspersed, and + occasionally some stunted woods; great morasses extended around these + ponds, through which led the highroads or such bypaths as conducted from + one village to another. Here and there were plains where cavalry might act + with safety, but rarely in large bodies. + </p> + <p> + Our right rested on the lake of Moeritz, where Soult's division was + stationed; behind which, thrown back in such a manner as to escape the + observation of the enemy, was Davoust's corps, the reserve occupying a + cliff of ground beside the convent of Eeygern. Our left, under Lannes, + occupied the hill of Santon,—a wooded eminence, the last of a long + chain of mountains running east and west. Above, and on the crest of the + height, a powerful park of artillery was posted, and defended by strong + intrenchments. A powerful cavalry corps was placed at the bottom of the + mountain. Next came Bernadotte's division, separated by the highroad from + Brunn to Olmutz from the division under Murat, which, besides his own + cavalry, contained Oudinot's grenadiers and Bessière's battalions of the + Imperial Guard; the centre and right being formed of Soult's division, the + strongest of all; the reserve, consisting of several battalions of the + Guard and a strong force of artillery, being under the immediate orders of + Napoleon, to be employed wherever circumstances demanded. + </p> + <p> + These were the dispositions for the coming battle, made with all the + precision of troops moving on parade; and such was the discipline of the + army at Boulogne, and so perfectly arranged the plans of the Emperor, that + the ground of every regiment was marked out, and each corps moved into its + allotted space with the regularity of some piece of mechanism. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. AUSTERLITZ + </h2> + <p> + The dispositions for the battle of Austerlitz occupied the entire day. + From sunrise Napoleon was on horse-back, visiting every position; he + examined each battery with the skill of an old officer of artillery; and + frequently dismounting from his horse, carefully noted the slightest + peculiarities of the ground,—remarking to his staff, with an + accuracy which the event showed to be prophetic, the nature of the + struggle, as the various circumstances of the field indicated them to his + practised mind. + </p> + <p> + It was already late when he turned his horse's head towards the bivouac + hut,—a rude shelter of straw,—and rode slowly through the + midst of that great army. The <i>ordre du jour</i>, written at his own + dictation, had just been distributed among the soldiers; and now around + every watchfire the groups were kneeling to read the spirit-stirring lines + by which he so well knew how to excite the enthusiasm of his followers. + They were told that “the enemy were the same Russian battalions they had + already beaten at Hollabrunn, and on whose flying traces they had been + marching ever since.” “They will endeavor,” said the proclamation, “to + turn our right, but in doing so they must open their flank to us: need I + say what will be the result? Soldiers, so long as with your accustomed + valor you deal death and destruction in their ranks, so long shall I + remain beyond the reach of fire; but let the victory prove, even for a + moment, doubtful, your Emperor shall be in the midst of you. This day must + decide forever the honor of the infantry of France. Let no man leave his + ranks to succor the wounded,—they shall be cared for by one who + never forgets his soldiers,—and with this victory the campaign is + ended!” + </p> + <p> + Never were lines better calculated to stimulate the energy and flatter the + pride of those to whom they were addressed. It was a novel thing in a + general to communicate to his army the plan of his intended battle, and + perhaps to any other than a French army the disclosure would not have been + rated as such a favor; but their warlike spirit and military intelligence + have ever been most remarkably united, and the men were delighted with + such a proof of confidence and esteem. + </p> + <p> + A dull roar, like the sound of the distant sea, swelled along the lines + from the far right, where the Convent of Reygern stood, and growing louder + by degrees, proclaimed that the Emperor was coming. It was already dark, + but he was quickly recognized by the troops, and with one burst of + enthusiasm they seized upon the straw of their bivouacs, and setting fire + to it, held the blazing masses above their heads, waving them wildly to + and fro, amid the cries of “Vive l'Empereur!” For above a league along the + plain the red light flashed and glowed, marking out beneath it the dense + squares and squadrons of armed warriors. It was the anniversary of + Napoleon's coronation; and such was the fête by which they celebrated the + day. + </p> + <p> + The Emperor rode through the ranks uncovered. Never did a prouder smile + light up his features, while thronging around him the veterans of the + Guard struggled to catch even a passing glance at him. “Do but look at us + tomorrow, and keep beyond the reach of shot,” said a <i>grognard</i>, + stepping forward; “we'll bring their cannon and their colors, and lay them + at thy feet.” The marshals themselves, the hardened veterans of so many + fights, could not restrain their enthusiasm; and proffers of devotion unto + death accompanied him as he went. + </p> + <p> + At last all was silent in the encampment; the soldiers slept beside their + watchfires, and save the tramp of a patrol or the <i>qui vive</i>? of the + sentinels, all was still. The night was cold and sharp; a cutting wind + blew across the plain, which gave way to a thick mist,—so thick, the + sentries could scarcely see a dozen paces off. + </p> + <p> + I sat in my little hovel of straw,—my mind far too much excited for + sleep,—watching the stars as they peeped out one by one, piercing + the gray mist, until at last the air became thin and clear, and a frosty + atmosphere succeeded to the weighty fog; and now I could trace out the + vast columns, as they lay thickly strewn along the plain. The old general, + wrapped in his cloak, slept soundly on his straw couch; his deep-drawn + breathing showed that his rest was unbroken. How slowly did the time seem + to creep along! I thought it must be nigh morning, and it was only a + little more than midnight. + </p> + <p> + Our position was a small rising ground about a mile in front of the left + centre, and communicating with the enemy's line by a narrow road between + the marshes. This had been defended by a battery of four guns, with a + stockade in front; and along it now, for a considerable distance, a chain + of sentinels were placed, who should communicate any movement that they + observed in the Russian lines, of which I was charged to convey the + earliest intelligence to the quartier-général. This duty alone would have + kept me in a state of anxiety, had not the frame of my mind already so + disposed me; and I could not avoid creeping out from time to time, to peer + through the gloom in the direction of the enemy's camp, and listen with an + eager ear for any sounds from that quarter. At last I heard the sound of a + voice at some distance off; then, a few minutes after, the hurried step of + feet, and a voltigeur came up, breathless with haste: “The Russians were + in motion towards the right. Our advanced posts could hear the roll of + guns and tumbrels moving along the plain, and it was evident their columns + were in march.” I knelt down and placed my ear to the ground, and almost + started at the distinctness with which I could hear the dull sound of the + large guns as they were dragged along; the earth seemed to tremble beneath + them. + </p> + <p> + I awoke the general at once, who, resting on his arm, coolly heard my + report; and having directed me to hasten to headquarters with the news, + lay back again, and was asleep before I was in my saddle. At the top speed + of my horse I galloped to the rear, winding my way between the battalions, + till I came to a gentle rising ground, where, by the light of several + large fires that blazed in a circle I could see the dismounted troopers of + the <i>chasseurs à cheval</i>, who always formed the Imperial Bodyguard. + Having given the word, I was desired by the officer of the watch to + dismount, and following him, I passed forward to a space in the middle of + the circle, where, under shelter of some sheaves of straw piled over each + other, sat three officers, smoking beside a fire. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! here comes news of some sort,” said a voice I knew at once to be + Murat's. “Well, sir, what is't?” + </p> + <p> + “The Russian columns are in motion, Monsieur le Maréchal; the artillery + moving rapidly towards our right.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Diantre!</i> it's not much more than midnight! Davoust, shall we awake + the Emperor?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said a harsh voice, as a shrivelled, hard-featured man turned + round from the blaze, and showing a head covered by a coarse woollen cap, + looked far more like a pirate than a marshal of France; “they 'll not + attack before day breaks. Go back,” said he, addressing me; “observe the + position well, and if there be any general movement towards the southward, + you may report it.” + </p> + <p> + By the time I regained my post, all was in silence once more; either the + Russians had arrested their march, or already their columns were out of + hearing,—not a gleam of light could I perceive along their entire + position. And now, worn out with watching, I threw myself down among the + straw, and slept soundly. + </p> + <p> + “There! there! that's the third!” said General d'Auvergne, shaking me by + the shoulder; “there again! Don't you hear the guns?” + </p> + <p> + I listened, and could just distinguish the faint booming sound of far-off + artillery coming up from the extreme right of our position. It was still + but three o'clock, and although the sky was thick with stars, perfectly + dark in the valley. Meanwhile we could bear the galloping of cavalry quite + distinctly in the same direction. + </p> + <p> + “Mount, Burke, and back to the quartier-général! But you need not; here + comes some of the staff.” + </p> + <p> + “So, D'Auvergne,” cried a voice whose tones were strange to me, “they + meditate a night attack, it would seem; or is it only trying the range of + their guns?” + </p> + <p> + “I think the latter, Monsieur le Maréchal, for I heard no small arms; and, + even now, all is quiet again.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe you are right,” said he, moving slowly forward, while a number + of officers followed at a little distance. “You see, D'Auvergne, how + correctly the Emperor judged their intentions. The brunt of the battle + will be about Reygern. But there! don't you hear bugles in the valley?” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, the music of our tirailleurs' bugles arose from the glen in + front of our centre, where, in a thick beech-wood, the light infantry + regiments were posted. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, D'Esterre?” said he to an officer who galloped up at the + moment. + </p> + <p> + “They say the Russian Guard, sir, is moving to the front; our skirmishers + have orders to fall back without firing.” + </p> + <p> + As he heard this, the Marshal Bernadotte—for it was he—turned + his horse suddenly round, and rode back, followed by his staff. And now + the drums beat to quarters along the line, and the hoarse trumpets of the + cavalry might be heard summoning the squadrons throughout the field; while + between the squares, and in the intervals of the battalions, single + horsemen galloped past with orders. Soult's division, which extended for + nearly a league to our right, was the first to move, and it seemed like + one vast shadow creeping along the earth, as column beside column marched + steadily onward. Our brigade had not as yet received orders, but the men + were in readiness beside the horses, and only waiting for the word to + mount. + </p> + <p> + The suspense of the moment was fearful. All that I had ever dreamed or + pictured to myself of a soldier's enthusiasm was faint and weak, compared + to the rush of sensations I now experienced. There must be a magic power + of ecstasy in the approach of danger,—some secret sense of bounding + delight, mingled with the chances of a battle,—that renders one + intoxicated with excitement. Each booming gun I heard sent a wild throb + through me, and I panted for the word “Forward!” + </p> + <p> + Column after column moved past us, and disappeared in the dip of ground + beneath; and as we saw the close battalions filling the wide plain in + front, we sighed to think that it was destined to be the day of glory + peculiarly to the infantry. Wherever the nature of the field permitted + shelter or the woods afforded cover, our troops were sent immediately to + occupy. The great manoeuvre of the day was to be the piercing of the + enemy's centre whenever he should weaken that point by the endeavor to + turn our right flank. + </p> + <p> + A faint streak of gray light was marking the horizon when the single guns + which we had heard at intervals ceased; and then, after a short pause, a + long, loud roll of artillery issued from the distant right, followed by + the crackling din of small-arms, which increased at every moment, and now + swelled into an uninterrupted noise, through which the large guns pealed + from time to time. A red glare, obscured now and then by means of black + smoke, lit up the sky in that quarter, where already the battle was raging + fiercely. + </p> + <p> + The narrow causeway between the two small lakes in our front conducted to + an open space of ground, about a cannon-shot from the Russian line; and + this we were now ordered to occupy, to be prepared to act as support to + the infantry of Soult's left, whenever the attack began. As we debouched + into the plain, I beheld a group of horsemen, who, wrapped up in their + cloaks, sat motionless in their saddles, calmly regarding the squadrons as + they issued from the wood: these were Murat and his staff, to whom was + committed the attack on the Russian Guard. His division consisted of the + hussars and chasseurs under Kellermann, the cuirassiers of D'Auvergne, and + the heavy dragoons of Nansouty,—making a force of eight thousand + sabres, supported by twenty pieces of field artillery. Again were we + ordered to dismount, for although the battle continued to rage on the + right, the whole of the centre and left were unengaged. + </p> + <p> + Thus stood we as the sun arose,—that “Sun of Austerlitz!” so often + appealed to and apostrophized by Napoleon as gilding the greatest of his + glories. The mist from the lakes shut out the prospect of the enemy's + lines at first; but gradually this moved away, and we could perceive the + dark columns of the Russians, as they moved rapidly along the side of the + Pratzen, and continued to pour their thousands towards Reygern. + </p> + <p> + At last the roar of musketry swelled louder and nearer, and an officer + galloping past told us that Soult's right had been called up to support + Davoust's division. This did not look well; it proved the Russians had + pressed our lines closely, and we waited impatiently to hear further + intelligence. It was evident, too, that our right was suffering severely, + otherwise the attack on the centre would not have been delayed. Just then + a wild cheer to the front drew our attention thither, and we saw the heads + of three immense columns—Soult's division—advancing at a run + towards the enemy. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Par Saint Louis</i>,” cried General d'Auvergne, as he directed his + telescope on the Russian line, “those fellows have lost their senses! See + if they have not moved their artillery away from the Pratzen, and weakened + their centre more and more! Soult sees it: mark how he presses his columns + on! There they go, faster and faster! But look! there's a movement yonder,—the + Russians perceive their mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “Mount!” was now heard from squadron to squadron; while dashing along the + line like a thunderbolt, Murat rode far in advance of his staff, the men + cheering him as he went. + </p> + <p> + “There!” cried D'Auvergne, as he pointed with his finger, “that column + with the yellow shoulder-knots,—that's Vandamme's brigade of light + infantry; see how they rush on, eager to be first up with the enemy. But + St. Hilaire's grenadiers have got the start of them, and are already at + the foot of the hill. It is a race between them!” + </p> + <p> + And so had it become. The two columns advanced, cheering wildly; while the + officers, waving their caps, led them on, and others rode along the flanks + urging the men forward. + </p> + <p> + The order now came for our squadrons to form in charging sections, leaving + spaces for the light artillery between. This done, we moved slowly forward + at a walk, the guns keeping step by step beside us. A few minutes after, + we lost sight of the attacking columns; but the crashing fire told us they + were engaged, and that already the great struggle had begun. + </p> + <p> + For above an hour we remained thus; every stir, every word loud spoken, + seeming to our impatience like the order to move. At last, the squadrons + to our right were seen to advance; and then a tremulous motion of the + whole line showed that the horses themselves participated in the eagerness + of the moment; and, at last, the word came for the cuirassiers to move up. + In less than a hundred yards we were halted again; and I heard an + aide-de-camp telling General d'Auvergne that Davoust had suffered + immensely on the right; that his division, although reinforced, had fallen + back behind Reygern, and all now depended on the attack of Soult's + columns. + </p> + <p> + I heard no more, for now the whole line advanced in trot, and as our + formation showed an unbroken front, the word came,—“Faster!” and + “Faster!” As we emerged from the low ground we saw Soult's column already + half way up the ascent; they seemed like a great wedge driven into the + enemy's centre, which, opening as they advanced, presented two surfaces of + fire to their attack. + </p> + <p> + “The battery yonder has opened its fire on our line,” said D'Auvergne; “we + cannot remain where we are.” + </p> + <p> + “Forward!—charge!” came the word from front to rear, and squadron + after squadron dashed madly up the ascent. The one word only, “Charge!” + kept ringing through my head; all else was drowned in the terrible din of + the advance. An Austrian brigade of light cavalry issued forth as we came + up, but soon fell back under the overwhelming pressure of our force. And + now we came down upon the squares of the red-brown Russian infantry. + Volley after volley sent back our leading squadrons, wounded and repulsed, + when, unlimbering with the speed of lightning, the horse artillery poured + in a discharge of grapeshot. The ranks wavered, and through their cleft + spaces of dead and dying our cuirassiers dashed in, sabring all before + them. In vain the infantry tried to form again: successive discharges of + grape, followed by cavalry attacks, broke through their firmest ranks; and + at last retreating, they fell back under cover of a tremendous battery of + field-guns, which, opening their fire, compelled us to retire into the + wood. + </p> + <p> + Nor were we long inactive. Bernadotte's division was now engaged on our + left, and a pressing demand came for cavalry to support them. Again we + mounted the hill, and came in sight of the Russian Guard, led on by the + Grand-Duke Constantino himself,—a splendid body of men, conspicuous + for their size and the splendor of their equipment. Such, however, was the + impetuous torrent of our attack that they were broken in an instant; and + notwithstanding their courage and devotion, fresh masses of our dragoons + kept pouring down upon them, and they were sabred, almost to a man. + </p> + <p> + While we were thus engaged, the battle became general from left to right, + and the earth shook beneath the thundering sounds of two hundred great + guns. Our position, for a moment victorious, soon changed; for having + followed the retreating squadrons too far, the waves closed behind us, and + we now saw that a dense cloud of Austrian and Russian cavalry were forming + in our rear. An instant of hesitation would have been fatal. It was then + that a tall and splendidly-dressed horseman broke from the line, and with + a cry to “Follow!” rode straight at the enemy. It was Murat himself, sabre + in hand, who, clearing his way through the Russians, opened a path for us. + A few minutes after we had gained the wood; but one third of our force had + fallen. + </p> + <p> + “Cavalry! cavalry!” cried a field-officer, riding down at headlong speed, + his face covered with blood from a sabre-cut, “to the front!” + </p> + <p> + The order was given to advance at a gallop; and we found ourselves next + instant hand to hand with the Russian dragoons, who having swept along the + flank of Bernadotte's division, were sabring them on all sides. On we + went, reinforced by Nansouty and his carabineers, a body of nigh seven + thousand men. It was a torrent no force could stem. The tide of victory + was with us; and we swept along, wave after wave, the infantry advancing + in line for miles at either side, while whole brigades of artillery kept + up a murderous fire without ceasing. Entire columns of the enemy + surrendered as prisoners; guns were captured at each instant; and only by + a miracle did the Grand-Duke escape our hussars, who followed him till he + was lost to view in the flying ranks of the allies. + </p> + <p> + As we gained the crest of the hill, we were in time to see Soult's + victorious columns driving the enemy before them; while the Imperial + Guard, up to that moment unengaged, reinforced the grenadiers on the + right, and broke through the Russians on every side. + </p> + <p> + The attempt to outflank us on the right we had perfectly retorted on the + left; where Lannes's division, overlapping the line, pressed them on two + sides, and drove them back, still fighting, into the plain, which, with a + lake, separated the allied armies from the village of Austerlitz. And here + took place the most dreadful occurrence of the day. + </p> + <p> + The two roads which led through the lake were soon so encumbered and + blocked up by ammunition wagons and carts that they became impassable; and + as the masses of the fugitives thickened, they spread over the lake, which + happened to be frozen. It was at this time that the Emperor came up, and + seeing the cavalry halted, and no longer in pursuit of the flying columns, + ordered up twelve pieces of the artillery of the Imperial Guard, which, + from the crest of the hill, opened a murderous fire on them. The slaughter + was fearful as the discharges of grape and round shot cut channels through + the jammed-up mass, and tore the dense columns, as it were, into + fragments. + </p> + <p> + Dreadful as the scene was, what followed far exceeded it in horror; for + soon the shells began to explode beneath the ice, which now, with a + succession of reports louder than thunder, gave way. In an instant whole + regiments were ingulfed, and amid the wildest cries of despair, thousands + sank never to appear again, while the deafening artillery mercilessly + played upon them, till over that broad surface no living thing was seen to + move, while beneath was the sepulchre of five thousand men. About seven + thousand reached Austerlitz by another road to the northward; but even + these had not escaped, save for a mistake of Bernadotte, who most + unaccountably, as it was said, halted his division on the heights. Had it + not been for this, not a soldier of the Russian right wing had been saved. + </p> + <p> + The reserve cavalry and the dragoons of the Guard were now called up from + the pursuit, and I saw my own regiment pass close by me, as I stood amid + the staff round Murat. The men were fresh and eager for the fray; yet how + many fell in that pursuit, even after the victory! The Russian batteries + continued their fire to the last. The cannoneers were cut down beside + their guns, and the cavalry made repeated charges on our advancing + squadrons; nor was it till late in the day they fell back, leaving two + thirds of their force dead or wounded on the field of battle. + </p> + <p> + On every side now were to be seen the flying columns of the allies, hotly + followed by the victorious French. The guns still thundered at intervals; + but the loud roar of battle was subdued to the crashing din of charging + squadrons, and the distant cries of the vanquishers and the vanquished. + Around and about lay the wounded in all the fearful attitudes of + suffering; and as we were fully a league in advance of our original + position, no succor had yet arrived for the poor fellows whose courage had + carried them into the very squares of the enemy. + </p> + <p> + Most of the staff—myself among the number—were despatched to + the rear for assistance. I remember, as I rode along at my fastest speed, + between the columns of infantry and the fragments of artillery which + covered the grounds, that a <i>peloton</i> of dragoons came thundering + past, while a voice shouted out “Place! place!” Supposing it was the + Emperor himself, I drew up to one side, and uncovering my head, sat in + patience till he had passed, when, with the speed of four horses urged to + their utmost, a calèche flew by, two men dressed like couriers seated on + the box. They made for the highroad towards Vienna, and soon disappeared + in the distance. + </p> + <p> + “What can it mean?” said I, to an officer beside me; “not his Majesty, + surely?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” replied he, smiling: “it is General Lebrun on his way to Paris + with the news of the victory. The Emperor is down at Reygern yonder, where + he has just written the bulletin. I warrant you he follows that calèche + with his eye; he'd rather see a battery of guns carried off by the enemy + than an axle break there this moment.” + </p> + <p> + Thus closed the great day of Austerlitz—a hundred cannons, + forty-three thousand prisoners, and thirty-two colors being the spoils of + this the greatest of even Napoleon's victories. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. THE FIELD AT MIDNIGHT. + </h2> + <p> + We passed the night on the field of battle,—a night dark and + starless. The heavens were, indeed, clothed with black, and a heavy + atmosphere, lowering and gloomy, spread like a pall over the dead and the + dying. Not a breath of air moved; and the groans of the wounded sighed + through the stillness with a melancholy cadence no words can convey. Far + away in the distance the moving lights marked where fatigue parties went + in search of their comrades. The Emperor himself did not leave the saddle + till nigh morning; he went, followed by an ambulance, hither and thither + over the plain, recalling the names of the several regiments, enumerating + their deeds of prowess, and even asking for many of the soldiers by name. + He ordered large fires to be lighted throughout the field, and where + medical assistance could not be procured, the officers of the staff might + be seen covering the wounded with greatcoats and cloaks, and rendering + them such aid as lay in their power. + </p> + <p> + Dreadful as the picture was,—fearful reverse to the gorgeous + splendor of the vast army the morning sun had shone upon, and in the pride + of strength and spirit,—yet even here was there much to make one + feel that war is not bereft of its humanizing influences. How many a + soldier did I see that night, blackened with powder, his clothes torn and + ragged with shot, sitting beside a wounded comrade—now wetting his + lips with a cool draught, now cheering his heart with words of comfort! + Many, though wounded, were tending others less able to assist themselves. + Acts of kindness and self-devotion—not less in number than those of + heroism and courage—were met with at every step; while among the + sufferers there lived a spirit of enthusiasm that seemed to lighten the + worst pang of their agony. Many would cry out, as I passed, to know the + fate of the day, and what became of this regiment or of that battalion. + Others could but articulate a faint “Vive l'Empereur!” which in the + intervals of pain they kept repeating, as though it were a charm against + suffering; while one question met me every instant,—“What says the + Petit Caporal? Is he content with us?” None were insensible to the + glorious issue of that day; nor amid all the agony of death, dealt out in + every shape of horror and misery, did I hear one word of anger or rebuke + to him for whose ambition they had shed their heart's blood. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0002" id="linkimage-0002"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/050.jpg" alt="050 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0003" id="linkimage-0003"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page027.jpg" alt="Brownebivwacafterbattle027 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + Having secured a fresh horse, I rode forward in the direction of + Austerlitz, where our cavalry, met by the chevaliers of the Russian + Imperial Guard, sustained the greatest check and the most considerable + loss of the day. The old dragoon who accompanied me warned me I should + find few, if any, of our comrades living there. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ventrebleu!</i> lieutenant, you can't expect it. The first four + squadrons went down like one man; for when our fellows fell wounded from + their horses, they always sabred or shot them as they lay.” + </p> + <p> + I found this information but too correct. Lines of dead men lay beside + their horses, ranged as they stood in battle, while before them lay the + bodies of the Russian Guard, their gorgeous uniform all slashed with gold, + marking them out amid the dull russet costumes of their comrades. In many + places were they intermingled, and showed where a hand-to-hand combat had + been fought; and I saw two clasped rigidly in each other's grasp, who had + evidently been shot by others while struggling for the mastery. + </p> + <p> + “I told you, mon lieutenant, it was useless to come here; this was <i>à la + mort</i> while it lasted; and if it had continued much longer in the same + fashion, it's hard to say which of us had been going over the field now + with lanterns.” + </p> + <p> + Too true, indeed! Not one wounded man did we meet with, nor did one human + voice break the silence around us. “Perhaps,” said I, “they may have + already carried up the wounded to the village yonder; I see a great blaze + of light there. Bide forward, and learn if it be so.” + </p> + <p> + When I had dismissed the orderly, I dismounted from my horse, and walked + carefully along the ridge of ground, anxious to ascertain if any poor + fellow still remained alive amid that dreadful heap of dead. A low + brushwood covered the ground in certain places; and here I perceived but + few of the cavalry had penetrated, while the infantry were all tirailleurs + of the Russian Guard, bayoneted by our advancing columns. As I approached + the lake the ground became more rugged and uneven; and I was about to turn + back, when my eye caught the faint glimmering of a light reflected in the + water. Picketing my horse where he stood, I advanced alone towards the + light, which I saw now was at the foot of a little rocky crag beside the + lake. As I drew near, I stopped to listen, and could distinctly hear the + deep tones of a man's voice, as if broken at intervals by pain, while in + his accents I thought I could trace a tone of indignant passion rather + than of bodily suffering. + </p> + <p> + “Leave me, leave me where I am,” cried he, peevishly. “I thought I might + have had my last few moments tranquil, when I staggered thus far.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Comrade!” said another, in a voice of comforting; “come, thou + wert never faint-hearted before. Thou hast had thy share of bruises, and + cared little about them too. Art dry?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; give me another drink. Ah!” cried he, in an excited tone, “they + can't stand before the cuirassiers of the Guard. <i>Sacrebleu!</i> how + proud the Petit Caporal will be of this day!” Then, dropping his voice, he + muttered, “What care I who's proud? I have my billet, and must be going.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, <i>mon enfant</i>; thou'lt have the cross for thy day's work. He + knows thee well; I saw him smile to-day when thou madest the salute in + passing.” + </p> + <p> + “Didst thou that?” said the wounded man, with eagerness; “did he smile? + Ah, villain! how you can allure men to shed their heart's blood by a + smile! He knows me! That he ought, and, if he but knew how I lay here now, + he 'd send the best surgeon of his staff to look after me.” + </p> + <p> + “That he would, and that he will; courage, and cheer up.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; I don't care for it now. I'll never go back to the regiment + again; I could n't do it!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke the last words his voice became fainter and fainter, and at + last was lost in a hiccup; partly, as it seemed, from emotion, and partly + from bodily suffering. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Qui vive?</i>” cried his companion, as the clash of my sabre announced + my approach. + </p> + <p> + “An officer of the Eighth Hussars,” said I, in a low voice, fearing to + disturb the wounded man, as he lay with his head sunk on his knees. + </p> + <p> + “Too late, Comrade! too late,” said he, in a stifled tone; “the order of + route has come. I must away.” + </p> + <p> + “A brave cuirassier of the Guard should never say so while he has a chance + left to serve his Emperor in another field of battle.” + </p> + <p> + “Vive l'Empereur! vive l'Empereur!” shouted he, madly, as he lifted his + helmet and tried to wave it above his head. But the exertion brought on a + violent fit of coughing, which choked his utterance, while a torrent of + red blood gushed from his mouth, and deluged his neck and chest. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, <i>mon Dieu!</i> that cry has been his death,” said the other, + wringing his hands in utter misery. + </p> + <p> + “Where is he wounded?” said I, kneeling down beside the sick man, who now + lay, half on his face, upon the grass. + </p> + <p> + “In the chest, through the lung,” whispered the other. “He doesn't know + the doctor saw him; it was he told me there was no hope. 'You may leave + him,' said he; 'an hour or two more are all that 's left him;' as if I + could leave a comrade we all loved. My poor fellow, it is a sad day for + the old Fourth when thou art taken from them!” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! was he of the Fourth, then?” said I, remembering the regiment. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, <i>parbleu!</i> and though but a corporal, he was well known + throughout the army. Pioche—” + </p> + <p> + “Pioche!” cried I, in agony; “is this Pioche?” + </p> + <p> + “Here,” said the wounded man, hearing the name, and answering as if on + parade,—“here, mon commandant! but too faint, I 'm afraid, for duty. + I feel weak to-day,” said he, as he pressed his hand upon his side, and + then slowly sank back against the rock, and dropped his arms at either + side. + </p> + <p> + “Come,” said I, “we must lose no time. Let us carry him to the rear. If + nothing else can be done, he 'll meet with care—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! mon lieutenant! don't let him hear you speak of that. He stormed + and swore so much when the ambulance passed, and they wanted to bring him + along, that it brought on a coughing fit, just like what you saw, and he + lay in a faint for half an hour after. He vows he 'll never stir from + where he is. Truth is, Commandant,” said he, in the lowest whisper, “he is + determined to die. When his squadron fell back from the Russian square, he + rode on their bayonets, and cut at the men while the artillery was playing + all about him. He told me this morning he 'd never leave the field.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor fellow! what was the meaning of this sad resolution?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ma foi!</i> a mere trifle, after all,” said the other, shrugging his + shoulders, and making a true French grimace of contempt. “You 'll smile + when I tell you; but he takes it to heart, poor fellow. His mistress has + been false to him,—no great matter that, you 'd say,—but so it + is, and nothing more. See how still he lies now! is he sleeping?” + </p> + <p> + “I fear not; he looks exhausted from loss of blood. Come, we must have him + out of this; here comes my orderly to assist us. If we carry him to the + road I 'll find a carriage of some sort.” + </p> + <p> + I said this in a tone of command, to silence any scruples he might still + have about obeying his comrade in preference to the orders of an officer. + He obeyed with the instinct of discipline, and proceeded to fold his cloak + in such a manner that we could carry the wounded man between us. + </p> + <p> + The poor corporal, too weak to resist us, faint from bleeding and + semi-stupid, suffered himself to be lifted upon the cloak, and never + uttered a word or a cry as we bore him along between us. + </p> + <p> + We had not proceeded far when we came up with a convoy, conducting several + carts with the wounded to the convent of Reygern, which had now been + fitted up as an hospital. On one of these we secured a place for our poor + friend, and walked along beside him towards the convent. As we went along + I questioned his comrade closely on the point; and he told me that Pioche + had resolved never to survive the battle, and had taken leave of his + friends the evening before. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, <i>parbleu!</i>” added he, with energy, “mademoiselle is pretty + enough,—there 's no denying that; but her head is turned by flattery + and soft speeches. All the gay young fellows of the hussar regiment, the + aides-de-camp,—ay, and some of the generals, too,—have paid + her so much attention that it could not be expected she'd care for a poor + corporal. Not but that Pioche is a brave fellow and a fine soldier. <i>Sapristi!</i> + he 'd be no discredit to any girl's choice. But Minette—” + </p> + <p> + “Minette, the vivandière?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, to be sure, mon lieutenant; I'd warrant you must have known her.” + </p> + <p> + “What of her? where is she?” said I, burning with impatience. + </p> + <p> + “She's with the wounded, up at Reygern yonder. They sent for her to + Heilbrunn yesterday, where she was with the reserve battalions. <i>Ma foi!</i> + you don't think our fellows would do without Minette at the ambulance, + where there was a battle to be fought. They say they'd hard work enough to + make her come up. After all, she's a strange girl; that she is.” + </p> + <p> + “How was that? Has she taken offence with the Fourth?” + </p> + <p> + “No, that is not it; she likes the old regiment in her heart. I'd never + believe she didn't; but” (here he dropped his voice to a low whisper, as + if dreading to be overheard by the wounded man), “but they say—who + knows if it's true?—that when she was left behind at Ulm or + Elchingen, or somewhere up there on the Danube, that there was a young + fellow—I heard his name, too, but I forget it—who was brought + in badly wounded, and that mademoiselle was left to watch and nurse him. + He got well in time, for the thing was not so serious as they thought. And + what do you think was the return he made the poor girl? He seduced her!” + </p> + <p> + “It's false! false as hell!” cried I, bursting with passion. “Who has + dared to spread such a calumny?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be angry, mon lieutenant; there are plenty to answer for the + report. And if it was yourself—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it was by <i>my</i> bedside she watched; it was to <i>me</i> she + gave that care and kindness by which I recovered from a dangerous wound. + But so far from this base requital—” + </p> + <p> + “Why did she leave you, then, and march night and day with the chasseur + brigade into the Tyrol? Why did she tell her friends that she'd never see + the old Fourth again? Why did she fret herself into an illness—” + </p> + <p> + “Did she do this, poor girl?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, that she did. But, mayhap, you never heard of all this. I can only + say, mon lieutenant, that you'd be safer in a broken square, charged by a + heavy squadron, than among the Fourth, after what you 've done.” + </p> + <p> + I turned indignantly from him without a reply; for while my pride revolted + at answering an accusation from such a quarter, my mind was harassed by + the sad fate of poor Minette, and perplexed how to account for her sudden + departure. My silence at once arrested my companion's speech, and we + walked along the remainder of the way without a word on either side. + </p> + <p> + The day was just breaking when the first wagon of the convoy entered the + gates of the convent. It was an enormous mass of building, originally + destined for the reception of about three thousand persons; for, in + addition to the priestly inhabitants, there were two great hospitals and + several schools included within the walls. This, before the battle, had + been tenanted by the staffs of many general officers and the corps of + engineers and sappers, but now was entirely devoted to the wounded of + either army; for Austrians and Russians were everywhere to be met with, + receiving equal care and attention with our own troops. + </p> + <p> + It was the first time I had witnessed a military hospital after a battle, + and the impression was too fearful to be ever forgotten by me. + </p> + <p> + The great chambers and spacious rooms of the convent were soon found + inadequate for the numbers who arrived; and already the long corridors and + passages of the building were crowded with beds, between which a narrow + path scarcely permitted one person to pass. Here, promiscuously, without + regard to rank, officers in command lay side by side with the meanest + privates, awaiting the turn of medical aid, as no other order was observed + than the necessities of each case demanded. A black mark above the bed, + indicating that the patient's state was hopeless, proclaimed that no + further attention need be bestowed; while the same mark, with a white bar + across it, implied that it was a case for operation. In this way the + surgeons who arrived at each moment from different corps of the army + discovered, at a glance, where their services were required, and not a + minute's time was lost. + </p> + <p> + The dreadful operations of surgery—for which, in the events of + every-day life, every provision of delicate secrecy, and every minute + detail which can alleviate dread, are so rigidly studied,—were here + going forward on every side; the horrible preparations moved from bed to + bed with a rapidity which showed that where suffering so abounded there + was no time for sympathy; and the surgeons, with arms bare to the shoulder + and bedaubed with blood, toiled away as though life no longer moved in the + creeping flesh beneath the knife, and human agony spoke not aloud with + every motion of their hand. + </p> + <p> + “Place there! move forward!” said an hospital surgeon, as they carried up + the litter on which Pioche lay stretched and senseless. + </p> + <p> + “What's this?” cried a surgeon, leaning forward, and placing his hand on + the sick man's pulse. “Ah! take him back again; it 's all over there!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no!” cried I, in agony, “it can scarcely be; they lifted him alive + from the wagon.” + </p> + <p> + “He's not dead, sir,” replied the surgeon, in a whisper, “but he will soon + be; there's internal bleeding going on from that wound, and a few hours, + or less perhaps must close the scene.” + </p> + <p> + “Can nothing be done? nothing?” + </p> + <p> + “I fear not.” He opened the jacket of the wounded man as he spoke, and + slitting the inner clothes asunder with a quick stroke of his scissors, + disclosed a tremendous sabre-wound in the side. “That is not the worst,” + said he. “Look here,” pointing to a small bluish mark of a bullet hole + above it; “here lies the mischief.” + </p> + <p> + An hospital aid whispered something at the instant in the surgeon's ear, + to which he quickly replied, “When?” + </p> + <p> + “This instant, sir; the ligature slipped, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Remove him,” was the reply. “Now, sir, I have a bed for your poor fellow + here; but I have little hope to give you. His pulse is stronger, otherwise + the endeavor would be lost time.” + </p> + <p> + While they carried the litter forward, I perceived that another party were + lifting from a bed near a figure, over whose face the sheet was carelessly + thrown. I guessed from the gestures that the form they lifted was + lifeless; the heavy sumph of the body upon the ground showed it beyond a + doubt. The bearers replaced the dead man by the dying body of poor Pioche; + and from a vague feeling of curiosity, I stooped down and drew back the + sheet from the face of the corpse. As I did so, my limbs trembled, and I + leaned back almost fainting against the wall. Pale with the pallor of + death, but scarcely altered from life, I beheld the dead features of + Amédée Pichot, the captain whose insolence had left an unsettled quarrel + between us. The man for whose coming I waited to expiate an open insult, + now lay cold and lifeless at my feet. What a rush of sensations passed + through my mind as I gazed on that motionless mass! and oh, what gratitude + my heart gushed to think that he did not fall by <i>my</i> hand! + </p> + <p> + “A brave soldier, but a quarrelsome friend,” said the surgeon, stooping + down to examine the wound, with all the indifference of a man who regarded + life as a mere problem. “It was a cannon-shot carried it off.” As he said + this, he disclosed the mangled remains of a limb, torn from the trunk too + high to permit of amputation. “Poor Amédée! it was the death he always + wished for. It was a strange horror he had of falling by the hand of an + adversary, rather than being carried off thus. And now for the + cuirassier.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he turned towards the bed on which Pioche lav, still as death + itself. A few minutes' careful investigation of the case enabled him to + pronounce that although the chances were many against recovery, yet it was + not altogether hopeless. + </p> + <p> + “All will depend on the care of whoever watches him,” said the surgeon. + “Symptoms will arise, requiring prompt attention and a change in + treatment; and this is one of those cases where a nurse is worth a hundred + doctors. Who takes charge of this bed?” he called aloud. + </p> + <p> + “Minette, Monsieur,” said a sergeant. “She has lain down to take a little + rest, for she was quite worn out with fatigue.” + </p> + <p> + “Me voici!” said a silvery voice I knew at once to be hers. And the same + instant she pierced the crowd around the bed, and approached the patient. + No sooner had she beheld the features of the sick man than she reeled + back, and grasped the arms of the persons on either side. For a few + seconds she stood, with her hands pressed upon her face, and when she + withdrew them, her features were almost ghastly in their hue, while, with + a great effort over her emotion, she said, in a low voice, “Can he + recover?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Minette!” replied the surgeon, “and will, if care avail anything. + Just hear me for a moment.” + </p> + <p> + With that he drew her to one side, and commenced to explain the treatment + he proposed to adopt. As he spoke, her cloak, which up to this instant she + wore, dropped from her shoulders, and she stood there in the dress of the + vivandière: a short frock coat, of light blue, with a thin gold braid upon + the collar and the sleeve; loose trousers of white jean, strapped beneath + her boots; a silk sash of scarlet and gold entwined was fastened round her + waist, and fell in a long fringe at her side; while a cap of blue cloth, + with a gold band and tassel, hung by a hook at her girdle. Simple as was + the dress, it displayed to perfection the symmetry of her figure and her + carriage, and suited the character of her air and gesture, which, abrupt + and impatient at times, was almost boyish in the wayward freedom of her + action. + </p> + <p> + The surgeon soon finished his directions, the crowd separated, and Minette + alone remained by the sick man's bed. For some minutes her cares did not + permit her to look up; but when she did, a slight cry broke from her, and + she sank down upon the seat at the bedside. + </p> + <p> + “Minette, dear Minette, you are not angry with me?” said I, in a low and + trembling tone. “I have not done aught to displease you,—have I so?” + </p> + <p> + She answered not a word, but a blush of the deepest scarlet suffused her + face and temples, and her bosom heaved almost convulsively. + </p> + <p> + “To you I owe my life,” continued I, with earnestness; “nay more, I owe + the kindness which made of a sick-bed a place of pleasant thoughts and + happy memories. Can I, then, have offended you, while my whole heart was + bursting with gratitude?” + </p> + <p> + A paleness, more striking than the blush that preceded it, now stole over + her features, but she uttered not a word. Her eyes turned from me and fell + upon her own figure, and I saw the tears till up and roll slowly along her + cheeks. + </p> + <p> + “Why did you leave me, Minette?” said I, wound up by her obstinate silence + beyond further endurance. “Did the few words of impatience—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, no!” broke she in, “not that! not that!” + </p> + <p> + “What then? Tell me, for Heaven's sake, how have I earned your + displeasure? Believe me, I have met with too little kindness in my way + through life, not to feel poignantly the loss of a friend. What was it, I + beseech you?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do not ask me!” cried she, with streaming eyes; “do not, I beg of + you. Enough that you know—and this I swear to you,—that no + fault of yours was in question. You were always good and always kind to + me,—too kind, too good,—but not even your teaching could alter + the waywardness of my nature. Speak of this no more, I ask you, as the + greatest favor you can bestow on me. See here,” cried she, while her lips + trembled with emotion; “I have need of all my courage to be of use to him; + and you will not, I am sure, render me unequal to my task.” + </p> + <p> + “But we are friends, Minette; friends as before,” said I, taking her hand, + and pressing it within mine. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, friends!” muttered she, in a broken voice, while she turned her head + from me. “Adieu! Monsieur, adieu!” + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, then, since you wish it so, Minette! But whatever your secret + reason for this change towards me, you never can alter the deep-rooted + feeling of my heart, which makes me know myself your friend forever.” + </p> + <p> + The more I thought of Minette's conduct, the more puzzled I was. No + jealousy on the part of Pioche could explain her abrupt departure from + Elchingen, and her resolve never to rejoin the Fourth. She was, indeed, a + strange girl, wayward and self-willed; but her impulses all had their + source in high feelings of honor and exalted pride. It might have been + that some chance expression had given her offence; yet she denied this. + But still, her former frankness was gone, and a sense of coldness, if not + distrust, had usurped its place. I could make nothing of it. One thing + alone did I feel convinced of,—she did not love Pioche. Poor fellow! + with all the fine traits of his honest nature, the manly simplicity and + openness of his character, he had not those arts of pleasing which win + their way with a woman's mind. Besides that, Minette, from habit and tone + of voice, had imbibed feelings and ideas of a very different class in + society, and with a feminine tact, had contrived to form acquaintance + with, and a relish for, the tastes and pleasures of the cultivated World. + The total subversion of all social order effected by the Revolution had + opened the path of ambition in life equally to women as to men; and all + the endeavors of the Consulate and the Empire had not sobered down the + minds of France to their former condition. The sergeant to-day saw no + reason why he might not wear his epaulettes to-morrow, and in time + exchange his shako even for a crown; and so the vivandière, whose life was + passed in the intoxicating atmosphere of glory, might well dream of + greatness which should be hers hereafter, and of the time when, as the + wife of a marshal or a peer of France, she would walk the <i>salons</i> of + the Tuileries as proudly as the daughter of a Rohan or a Tavanne. + </p> + <p> + There was, then, nothing vain or presumptuous in the boldest flight of + ambition. However glittering the goal, it was beyond the reach of none; + and the hopes which, in better-ordered communities, had been deemed + absurd, seemed here but fair and reasonable. And from this element alone + proceeded some of the greatest actions, and by far the greatest portion of + the unhappiness, of the period. The mind of the nation was unfixed; men + had not as yet resolved themselves into those grades and classes, by the + means of which public opinion is brought to bear upon individuals from + those of his own condition. Each was a law unto himself, suggesting his + own means of advancement and estimating his own powers of success; and the + result was, a general scramble for rank, dignity, and honors, the + unfitness of the possessor for which, when attained, brought neither + contempt nor derision. The epaulette was noblesse; the shako, a coronet. + What wonder, then, if she, whose personal attractions were so great, and + whose manners and tone of thought were so much above her condition, had + felt the stirrings of that ambition within her heart which now appeared to + be the moving spirit of the nation! + </p> + <p> + Lost in such thoughts, I turned homewards towards my quarters, and was + already some distance from the convent when a dragoon galloped up to my + side, and asked eagerly if I were the surgeon of the Sixth Grenadiers. As + I replied in the negative, he muttered something between his teeth, and + added louder, “The poor general; it will be too late after all.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, and before I could question him further, he set spurs to his + horse, and dashing onwards, soon disappeared in the darkness of the night. + A few minutes afterwards I beheld a number of lanterns straight before me + on the narrow road, and as I came nearer, a sentinel called out,— + </p> + <p> + “Halt there! stand!” + </p> + <p> + I gave my name and rank, when the man, advancing towards me, said in a + half whisper,— + </p> + <p> + “It is our general, sir; they say he cannot be brought any farther, and + they must perform the operation here.” + </p> + <p> + The soldier's voice trembled at every word, and he could scarcely falter + out, in reply to my question, the name of the wounded officer. + </p> + <p> + “General St. Hilaire, sir, who led the grenadiers on the Pratzen,” said + the poor fellow, his sorrow struggling with his pride. + </p> + <p> + I pressed forward; and there on a litter lay the figure of a large and + singularly fine-looking man. His coat, which was covered with orders, lay + open, and discovered a shirt stained and clotted with blood; but his most + dangerous wound was from a grapeshot in the thigh, which shattered the + bone, and necessitated amputation. A young staff surgeon, the only medical + man present, was kneeling at his side, and occupied in compressing some + wounded vessels to arrest the bleeding, which, at the slightest stir of + the patient, broke out anew. The remainder of the group were grenadiers of + his own regiment, in whose sad and sorrow-struck faces one might read the + affection his men invariably bore him. + </p> + <p> + “Is he coming? can you hear any one coming?” said the young surgeon, in an + anxious whisper to the soldier beside him. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; but he cannot be far off now,” replied the man. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I ride back to Reygern for assistance?” said I, in a low voice, to + the surgeon. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you, sir,” said the wounded man, in a low, calm tone,—for + with the quick ear of suffering he had overheard my question,—“I + thank you, but my orderly has already been sent thither. If you could + relieve my young friend here from his fatiguing duty for a little, you + would render us both a service. I am truly grieved to see him so much + exhausted.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, sir!” stammered the youth, as the tears ran fast down his cheeks; + “this is my place. I will not leave it.” + </p> + <p> + “Kind fellow!” muttered the general, as he pressed his hand gently on the + young man's arm; “I can bear this better than you can.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, here he comes now,” said the sentinel; and the same moment a man + dismounted from his horse, and came forward towards us. + </p> + <p> + It was Louis, the surgeon of the Emperor himself, despatched by Napoleon + the moment he heard of the event. At any other moment, perhaps, the abrupt + demeanor of this celebrated surgeon would have savored little of delicacy + or feeling; nor even then could I forgive the sudden announcement in which + he conveyed to the sufferer that immediate amputation must be performed. + </p> + <p> + “No chance left but this, Louis?” said the general. + </p> + <p> + “None, sir,” replied the doctor, while he unlocked an instrument case, and + busied himself in preparation for the operation. + </p> + <p> + “Can you defer it a little; an hour or two, I mean?” + </p> + <p> + “An hour, perhaps; not more, certainly.” + </p> + <p> + “But am I certain of your services then, Louis?” said the general, trying + to smile. “You know I always promised myself your aid when this hour + came.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall return in an hour,” replied the doctor, pulling out his watch; “I + am going to Rapp's quarters.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Rapp! is he wounded?” + </p> + <p> + “A mere sabre-cut; but Sebastiani has suffered more severely. Now then, + Lanusse,” said he, addressing the young surgeon, “you remain here. + Continue as you are doing, and in an hour—” + </p> + <p> + “In an hour,” echoed the wounded man, with a shudder, as though the + anticipation of the dreadful event had thrilled through his very heart. + Nor was it till the retiring sounds of the surgeon's horse had died away + in the distance that his features recovered their former calm and tranquil + expression. + </p> + <p> + “A prompt fellow is Louis,” said he, after a pause; “and though one might + like somewhat more courtesy in the Faubourg, yet on the field of battle it + is all for the best; this is no place nor time for compliments.” + </p> + <p> + The young man answered not a word, either not daring to criticise too + harshly his superior, or perhaps his emotion at the moment was too strong + for utterance. In reply to my offer to remain with him, however, he + thanked me heartily, and seemed gratified that he was not to be left alone + in such a trying emergency. + </p> + <p> + “Come,” said St. Hilaire, after a pause, “I have asked for time, and am + already forgetting how to employ it. Who can write here? Can you, + Guilbert?” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, no, sir!” said a dark grenadier, blushing to the very eyes. + </p> + <p> + “If you will permit a stranger, sir,” said I, “I will be but too proud and + too happy to render you any assistance in my power. I am on the staff of + General d'Auvergne, and—” + </p> + <p> + “A French officer, sir,” interrupted he; “quite enough. I ask for no other + guerdon of your honor. Sit down here, then, and—But first try if you + can discover a pocket-book in my sabretache; I hope it has not been lost.” + </p> + <p> + “Here it is, General,” said a soldier, coming forward with it; “I found it + on the ground beside you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, I will ask you to write down from my dictation a few lines, + which, should this affair,”—he faltered slightly here,—“this + affair prove unfortunate, you will undertake to convey, by some means or + other, to the address I shall give you in Paris. It is not a will, I + assure you,” continued he with a faint smile. “I have no wealth to leave; + but I know his Majesty too well to fear anything on that score. But my + children, I wish to give some few directions—” Here he stopped for + several minutes, and then, in a calm voice, added, “Whenever you are + ready.” + </p> + <p> + It was with a suffering spirit and a faltering hand I wrote down, from his + dictation, some short sentences addressed to each member of his family. Of + these it is not my intention to speak, save in one instance, where St. + Hilaire himself evinced a wish that his sentiments should not be a matter + of secrecy. + </p> + <p> + “I desire,” said he, in a firm tone of voice, as he turned round and + addressed the soldiers on either side of him,—“I desire that my son, + now at the Polytechnique, should serve the Emperor better than, and as + faithfully as, his father has done, if his Majesty will graciously permit + him to do so, in the grenadier battalion, which I have long commanded; it + will be the greatest favor I can ask of him.” A low murmur of grief, no + longer repressible, ran through the little group around the litter. “The + grenadiers of the Sixth,” continued he, proudly, while for an instant his + pale features flushed up, “will not love him the less for the name he + bears. Come, come, men! do not give way thus; what will my kind young + friend here say of us, when he joins the hussar brigade? This is not their + ordinary mood, believe me,” said he, addressing me. “The Russian Guard + would give a very different account of them; they are stouter fellows at + the <i>pas dé charge</i> than around the litter of a wounded comrade.” + </p> + <p> + While he was yet speaking, Louis returned, followed by two officers, one + of whom, notwithstanding his efforts at concealment, I recognized to be + Marshal Murat. + </p> + <p> + “We must remove him, if it be possible,” said the surgeon, in a whisper. + “And yet the slightest motion is to be dreaded.” + </p> + <p> + “May I speak to him?” said Murat, in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that you may,” replied Louis, who now pushed his way forward and + approached the litter. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, so soon!” said the wounded man, looking up; “a man of your word, + Louis. And how is Rapp? Nothing in this fashion, I hope,” added he, + pointing to his fractured limb with a sickly smile. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” replied the surgeon. “But here is Marshal Murat come to inquire + after you, from the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + A flush of pride lit up St. Hilaire's features as he heard this, and he + asked eagerly, “Where, where?” + </p> + <p> + “We must remove you, St. Hilaire,” said Murat, endeavoring to speak + calmly, when it was evident his feelings were highly excited; “Louis says + you must not remain here.” + </p> + <p> + “As you like, Marshal. What says his Majesty? Is the affair as decisive as + he looked for?” + </p> + <p> + “Far more so. The allied army is destroyed; the campaign is ended.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, then, this is not so bad as I deemed it,” rejoined St. Hilaire, + with a tone of almost gayety; “I can afford to be invalided if the Emperor + has no further occasion for me.” + </p> + <p> + While these few words were interchanging, Louis had applied a tourniquet + around the wounded limb, and having given the soldiers directions how they + were to step, so as not to disturb or displace the shattered bones, he + took his place beside the litter, and said,— + </p> + <p> + “We are ready now, General.” + </p> + <p> + They lifted the litter as he spoke, and moved slowly forward. Murat + pressed the hand St. Hilaire extended to him without a word; and then, + turning his head away, suffered the party to pass on. + </p> + <p> + Before we reached Beygern, the wounded general had fallen into a heavy + sleep, from which he did not awake as they laid him on the bed in the + hospital. + </p> + <p> + “Good-night, sir,—or rather, good-morning,” said Louis to me, as I + turned to leave the spot. “We may chance to have better news for you than + we anticipated, when you visit us here again.” + </p> + <p> + And so we parted. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. A MAÎTRE D'ARMES. + </h2> + <p> + The day after the battle of Austerlitz the Prince of Lichtenstein arrived + in our camp, with, as it was rumored, proposals for a peace. The + negotiations, whatever they were, were strictly secret, not even the + marshals themselves being admitted to Napoleon's confidence on this + occasion. Soon after mid-day, a great body of the Guard who had been in + reserve the previous day were drawn up in order of battle, presenting an + array of several thousand men, whose dress, look, and equipment, fresh as + if on parade before the Tuileries, could not fail to strike the Austrian + envoy with amazement. Everything that could indicate the appearance of + suffering, or even fatigue, among the troops, was sedulously kept out of + view. Such of the cavalry regiments as suffered least in the battle were + under arms; while the generals of division received orders to have their + respective staffs fully equipped and mounted, as if on a day of review. + </p> + <p> + It was late in the afternoon when the word was passed along the lines to + stand to arms; and the moment after a <i>calèche</i>, drawn by six horses, + passed in full gallop, and took the road towards Austerlitz. The return of + the Austrian envoy set a thousand conjectures in motion, and all were + eager to find out what had been the result of his mission. + </p> + <p> + “We must soon learn it all,” said an old colonel of artillery near me. “If + the game be war, we shall be called up to assist Davoust's movement on + Göding. The Russians have but one line of retreat, and that is already in + our possession.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot for the life of me understand the Emperor's inaction,” said a + younger officer; “here we remain just as if nothing had been done. One + would suppose that a Russian army stood in full force before us, and that + we had not gained a tremendous battle.” + </p> + <p> + “Depend on it, Auguste,” said the old officer, smiling, “his Majesty is + not the man to let slip his golden opportunities. If we don't advance, it + is because it is safer to remain where we are.” + </p> + <p> + “Safer than pursue a flying enemy?” + </p> + <p> + “Even so. It is not Russia, nor Austria, we have in the field against us; + but Europe,—the world.” + </p> + <p> + “With all my heart,” retorted the other, boldly; “nor do I think the odds + unfair. All I would ask is, the General Bonaparte of Cairo or Marengo, and + not the purple-clad Emperor of the Tuileries.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not while the plain is yet reeking with the blood of Austerlitz + that such a reproach should be spoken,” said I, indignantly. “Never was + Bonaparte greater than Napoleon.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur has served in Egypt?” said the young man, contemptuously, while + he measured me from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + “Would that I had! Would that I could give whatever years I may have + before me, for those whose every day shall live in history!” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, young man,” said the old colonel; “they were glorious + times, and a worthy prelude to the greatness that followed them.” + </p> + <p> + “A bright promise of the future,—never to come,” rejoined the + younger, with a flash of anger on his cheek. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu</i>, sir, you speak boldly!” said a harsh, low voice from + behind. We turned: it was Napoleon, dressed in a gray coat, all covered + with fur, and looking like one of the couriers of the army. “I did not + know my measures were so freely canvassed as I find them. Who are you, + sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Legrange, Sire, chef d'escadron of the Second Voltigeurs,” said the young + man, trembling from head to foot while he uncovered his head, and stood, + cap in hand, before him. + </p> + <p> + “Since when, sir, have I called you into my counsels and asked your + advice? or what is it in your position which entitles you to question one + in mine? Duroc, come here. Your sword, sir!” + </p> + <p> + The young man let fall his shako from his hand, and laid it on his + sword-hilt. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” cried the Emperor, suddenly; “what became of your right arm?” + </p> + <p> + “I left it at Aboukir, Sire.” + </p> + <p> + Napoleon muttered something between his teeth; then added, aloud,— + </p> + <p> + “Come, sir, you are not the first whose hand has saved his head. Return to + your duty, and, mark me! be satisfied with doing yours, and leave me to + mine. And you, sir,” said he, turning towards me, and using the same harsh + tone of voice, “I should know your face.” + </p> + <p> + “Lieutenant Burke, of the Eighth Hussars.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I remember,—the Chouanist. So, sir, it seems that I stand + somewhat higher in your esteem than when you kept company with Messieurs + Georges and Pichegru, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Sire; your Majesty ever occupied the first place in my admiration and + devotion.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sacristi!</i> then you took a strange way to show it when first I had + the pleasure of your acquaintance. You are on General St. Hilaire's + staff?” + </p> + <p> + “General d'Auvergne's, Sire.” + </p> + <p> + “True. D'Auvergne, a word with you.” + </p> + <p> + He turned and whispered something to the old general, who during the whole + colloquy stood at his back, anxious but not daring to interpose a word. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said Napoleon, in a voice of much kinder accent, “I am + satisfied. Your general, sir, reports favorably of your zeal and capacity. + I do not desire to let your former conduct prove any bar to your + advancement; and on his recommendation, of which I trust you may prove + yourself worthy, I name you to a troop in your own regiment.” + </p> + <p> + “And still to serve on my staff?” said the general, half questioning the + Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “As you wish it, D'Auvergne.” + </p> + <p> + With that he moved forward ere I could do more than express my gratitude + by a respectful bow. + </p> + <p> + “I told you, Burke, the time would come for this,” said D'Auvergne, as he + pressed my hand warmly, and followed the cortege of the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + Hitherto I had lived an almost isolated life. My staff duties had so + separated me from my brother officers that I only knew them by name; while + the other aides-de-camp of the general were men much older than myself, + and with none of them had I formed any intimacy whatever. It was not + without a sense of this loneliness that I now thought over my promotion. + The absence of those who sympathize with our moments of joy and sorrow + reduces our enjoyment to a narrow limit indeed. The only one of all I knew + who would really have felt happy in my advancement was poor Pioche. He was + beyond every thought of pleasure or grief. + </p> + <p> + Thus reflecting, I turned towards my quarters at Brunn. It was evening: + the watchfires were lighted, and round them sat groups of soldiers at + their supper, chatting away pleasantly, and recounting the events of the + battle. Many had been slightly wounded, and by their bandaged foreheads + and disabled arms claimed a marked pre-eminence above the rest. A straw + bivouac, with its great blazing fire in front, would denote some officer's + quarters; and here were generally some eight or ten assembled, while the + savory odor of some smoking dish, and the merry laughter, proclaimed that + feasting was not excluded from the life of a campaign. + </p> + <p> + As I passed one of these I heard the tones of a voice which, well known, + had somehow not been heard by me for many a day before. Who could it be? I + listened, but in vain. I asked myself whose was it. I dismounted, and + leading my horse by the bridle, passed before the hut. The strong light of + the blazing wood lit up the interior, and showed me a party of about a + dozen officers, seated and lying on a heap of straw, occupied in + discussing a supper, which, however wanting in all the elegancies of table + equipment, even where I stood had a most appetizing odor. Various drinking + vessels, some of them silver, passed from hand to hand rapidly; and the + clinking of cups proclaimed that, although of different regiments,—as + I saw they were,—a kindly feeling united them. + </p> + <p> + “Well, François,” said the same voice, whose accents were so familiar to + me without my being able to say why,—“well, Francois, you have not + told us how it happened.” + </p> + <p> + “Easily enough,” said another; “he broke my blade in his back, and gave + point afterwards and ran me through the chest.” It was the maître d'armes + of the Fourth, my old antagonist, who said this, and I drew near to hear + the remainder. “You could not call the thing unfair,” continued he; “but, + after all, no one ever heard of such a <i>passe</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “I could have told you of it, though,” rejoined the other; “for I remember + once, in the fencing school at the Polytechnique, I saw him catch his + antagonist's blade in his sleeve, and when he had it secure, snap it + across, and then thrust home with his own. <i>Parbleu!</i> he lost a coat + by it; and I believe, at the time, poor fellow, he could ill spare it.” + </p> + <p> + This story, which was told of myself, was an incident which occurred in a + school duel, and was only known to two or three others; and again was I + puzzled to think which of my former companions the speaker could be. My + curiosity was now stronger than aught else; and so, affecting to seek a + light for my cigar, I approached the blaze. + </p> + <p> + “Halloo, Comrade! a cup of wine with you,” cried out a voice from within; + “Melniker is no bad drinking—” + </p> + <p> + “When Chambertin can't be had,” said another, handing me a goblet of red + wine. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Par Saint Denis!</i> it's the very man himself,” shouted a third. + “Why, Burke, my old comrade, do you forget Tascher?” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said I, in amazement, turning from one to the other of the + mustached faces, and unable to discover my former friend, while they + laughed loud and long at my embarrassment. + </p> + <p> + “Make way for him there; make way, lads! Come, Burke, here's your place,” + said he, stretching out his hand and pressing me down beside him on the + straw. “So you did not remember me?” + </p> + <p> + In truth, there was enough of change in his appearance since last I saw + him to warrant my forgetfulness. A dark, bushy beard, worn cuirassier + fashion, around the mouth and high on the cheeks, almost concealed his + face, while in figure he had grown both taller and stouter. + </p> + <p> + “Art colonel of the Eighth Regiment?” said he, laughing; “you know I + promised you were to be, when we were to meet again.” + </p> + <p> + “No; but, if I mistake not,” said a hussar officer opposite, “monsieur is + in the way to become so. Were you not named to a troop, about half an hour + ago, by the Emperor himself?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” said I, with an effort to suppress my pride. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Diantre bleu!</i>” exclaimed Tascher, “what good fortune you always + have I I wish you joy of it, with all my heart. I say, Comrades, let us + drown his commission for him.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed! agreed!” cried they all in a breath. “Francois will make us a + bowl of punch for the occasion.” + </p> + <p> + “Most willingly,” said the little maître d'armes. “Monsieur le Capitaine, + I am sure, bears me no ill-will for our little affair. I thought not,” + added he, seizing my hand in both his. “<i>Ma foi!</i> you spoiled my + tierce for me; I shall never be the same man again. Now, gentlemen, pass + down the brandy, and let the man with most credit go seek for sugar at the + canteen.” + </p> + <p> + While François commenced his operations, Tascher proceeded to recount to + me the miserable life he had spent in garrison towns, till the outbreak of + the campaign had called him on active service. + </p> + <p> + “It was no use that I asked the Empress to intercede for me, and get me + appointed to another regiment; being the nephew of Napoleon seemed to set + a complete bar to my advancement. Even now,” said he, “my name has been + sent forward by my colonel for promotion, and I wager you fifty Naps I + shall be passed over.” + </p> + <p> + “And what if you be?” said a huge, heavy-browed major beside him; “what + great hardship is it to be a lieutenant in the cuirassiers at two and + twenty? I was a sergeant ten years later.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, <i>parbleu!</i>” cried another, “I won my epaulettes at Cairo, when + three officers were reported living, in a whole regiment.” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure,” said François, looking up from his operation of + lemon-squeezing; “here am I, a maître d'armes, after twenty-six years' + service; and there's Davoust, who never could stand before me, he's a + general of brigade.” + </p> + <p> + The whole party laughed aloud at the grievances of Maître Francois, whose + seriousness on the subject was perfectly real. + </p> + <p> + “Ah; you may laugh,” said he, half in pique; “but what a mere accident can + determine a man's fortune in life! Would Junot there be a major-general + to-day if he did not measure six feet without his boots? We were at school + together, and, <i>ma foi!</i> he was always at the bottom of the class.” + </p> + <p> + “And so, Francois, it was your size, then, that stopped your promotion?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course it was. When a man is but five feet—with high heels, too—he + can only be advanced as a maître d'armes. <i>Parbleu!</i> what should I be + now if I had only grown a little taller?” + </p> + <p> + “It is all better as it is,” growled out an old captain, between the puffs + of his meerschaum. “If thou wert an inch bigger, there would be' no living + in the same brigade with thee.” + </p> + <p> + “For all that,” rejoined Maître François, “I have put many a pretty fellow + his full length on the grass.” + </p> + <p> + “How many duels, François, did you tell us, the other evening, that you + fought in the Twenty-second?” + </p> + <p> + “Seventy-eight!” said the little man; “not to speak of two affairs which, + I am ashamed to confess, were with the broadsword; but they were fellows + from Alsace, and they knew no better.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Tonnerre de ciel!</i>” cried the major, “a little devil like that is a + perfect plague in a regiment. I remember we had a fellow called Piccotin—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! Piccotin; poor Piccotin! We were foster-brothers,” interrupted + Francois; “we were both from Châlons-sur-Marne.” + </p> + <p> + “Egad! I 'd have sworn you were,” rejoined the major. “One might have + thought ye were twins.” + </p> + <p> + “People often said so,” responded François, with as much composure as + though a compliment had been intended. “We both had the same colored hair + and eyes, the same military air, and gave the <i>passe en tierce</i> + always outside the guard exactly in the same way.” + </p> + <p> + “What became of Piccotin?” asked the major. “He left us at Lyons.” “You + never heard, then, what became of him?” “No. We knew he joined the <i>chasseurs + à pied</i>.” “I can tell you, then,” said Francois; “no one knows better. + I parted from Piccotin when we were ordered to Egypt. We did our best to + obtain service in the same brigade, for we were like brothers, but we + could not manage it; and so, with sad hearts, we separated,—he to + return to France, I to sail for Alexandria. This was in the spring of + 1798, or, as we called it, the year Six of the Republic. For three years + we never met; but when the eighth demi-brigade returned from Egypt, we + went into garrison at Bayonne, and the first man I saw on the ramparts was + Piccotin himself. There was no mistaking him; you know the way he had of + walking with a long stride, rising on his instep at every step, squaring + his elbows, and turning his head from side to side, just to see if any one + was pleased to smile, or even so much as to look closely at him. Ah, <i>ma + foi!</i> little Piccotin knew how to treat such as well as any one. + Methinks I see him approaching his man with a slide and a bow, and then, + taking off his cap, I hear him say, in his mildest tone, 'Monsieur + assuredly did not intend that stare and that grimace for me. I know I must + have deceived myself. Monsieur is only a fool; he never meant to be + impertinent.' Then, <i>parbleu!</i> what a storm would come on, and how + cool was Piccotin the whole time! How scrupulously timid he would be of + misspelling the gentleman's name, or misplacing an accent over it! How + delicately he would inquire his address, as if the curiosity was only + pardonable I And then with what courtesy he would take his leave, retiring + half a dozen paces before he ventured to turn his back on the man he was + determined to kill next morning!” + </p> + <p> + “Quite true; perfectly true, Francois,” said the major; “Piccotin did the + thing with the most admirable temper and good-breeding.” + </p> + <p> + “That was the tone of Chalons when we were both boys,” said François, + proudly; “he and I were reared together.” + </p> + <p> + He finished a bumper of wine as he made this satisfactory explanation, and + looked round at the company with the air of a conqueror. + </p> + <p> + “Piccotin saw me as quickly as I perceived him, and the minute after we + were in each other's arms. 'Ah! <i>mon cher!</i> how many?' said he to me, + as soon as the first burst of enthusiasm had subsided. + </p> + <p> + “'Only eighteen,' said I, sadly; 'but two were Mamelukes of the Guard.' + </p> + <p> + “'Thou wert ever fortunate, François,' he replied, wiping his eyes with + emotion; 'I have never pinked any but Christians.' + </p> + <p> + “'Come, come,' said I, 'don't be down-hearted; good times are coming. They + say Le Petit Caporal will have us in England soon.' + </p> + <p> + “'Mayhap,' said he, sorrowfully, for he could not get over my Turks. Well, + in order to cheer him up a little, I proposed that we should go and sup + together at the 'Grenadier Rouge;' and away we went accordingly. + </p> + <p> + “It would amuse you, perhaps,” said Maître François, “were I to tell some + of the stories we related to each other at night. We both had had our + share of adventure since we met, and some droll ones among the number. + However, that is not the question at present. We sat late; so late that + they came to close the café at last, and we were obliged to depart. You + know the 'Grenadier Rouge,' don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I know it well,” replied the major; “it's over the glacis, about a + mile outside the barrier.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so; and there's a pleasant walk across the glacis to the gate. As + Piccotin and I set out together on our way to the town, the night was calm + and mild; a soft moonlight shed a silvery tint over every object, and left + the stately poplars to throw a still longer shadow on the smooth grass. + For some time we walked along without speaking; the silence of the night, + the fragrant air, the mellow light, were all soft and tranquillizing + influences, and we sank each into his own reflections. + </p> + <p> + “When we reached the middle of the plain,—you know the spot, I'm + sure; there's a little bronze fountain, with four cedars round it,” (the + major nodded, and he resumed),—“Piccotin came to a sudden halt, and + seizing my hand in both of his, said, 'François, canst thou guess what I + 'm thinking of?' + </p> + <p> + “I looked at him, and I looked around me, and after a few seconds' pause I + answered, 'Yes, Piccotin, I know it; it is a lovely spot.' + </p> + <p> + “'Never was anything like it!' cried he, in a rapture; 'look at the turf, + smooth as velvet, and yet soft to the foot; see the trees, how they fall + back to give the light admittance; and there, that little fountain, if one + felt thirsty, eh! What say you?' + </p> + <p> + “'Agreed,' said I, grasping him by both hands; 'for this once; once only, + Piccotin.' + </p> + <p> + “'Only once, François; a few passes, and no more.' + </p> + <p> + “'Just so; the first touch.' + </p> + <p> + “'Exactly; the first touch,' said he, as, taking off his cloak, and + folding it neatly, he laid it on the grass. + </p> + <p> + “It was a strange thing, but in all our lives, from earliest boyhood up, + we never had measured swords together; and though we were both maîtres + d'armes, we never crossed blades, even in jest. Often and often had our + comrades pitted us against each other, and laid wagers on the result, but + we never would consent to meet; I cannot say why. It was not fear; I know + not how to account for it, but such was the fact. + </p> + <p> + “'What blade do you wear, François?' said he, approaching me, as I + arranged my jacket and vest, with my cap, on the ground. + </p> + <p> + “'A Rouen steel,' said I; 'too limber for most men, but I am so accustomed + to it, I prefer it.' + </p> + <p> + “'Ah! a pretty weapon indeed,' said he, drawing it from the scabbard, and + making one or two passes with it against an elder trunk. 'Was this the + blade you had with you in Egypt?' + </p> + <p> + “'Yes; I have worn none other for eight years.' + </p> + <p> + “'Ah, <i>ma foi!</i> those Mamelukes. How I envy you those Mamelukes!' he + muttered to himself, as he walked back to his place. + </p> + <p> + “'Move a little, a very little, to the left; there's a shadow from that + tree. Can you see me well?' said I. + </p> + <p> + “'Perfectly; are you ready? Well; <i>en garde!</i>' + </p> + <p> + “Piccotin's forte, I soon saw, lay in the long meditated attack, where + each movement was part of an artfully devised series; and I perceived that + he suffered his adversary to gain several trifling advantages, by way of + giving him a false confidence, biding his own time to play off the scores. + In this description of fence he was more than my equal. <i>My</i> strength + was in the skirmishing passages, where most men lunge at random; then, no + matter how confused the rally, I was as cool as in the salute. + </p> + <p> + “For some time I permitted him to play his game out; and certainly nothing + could be more beautiful than his passes over the hilt. Twice he planted + his point within an inch of my bosom; and nothing but a spring backwards + would have saved me. + </p> + <p> + “At length, after a long-contested struggle, he made a feint within, and + then without, the guard, and succeeded in touching my sword-arm, above the + wrist. + </p> + <p> + “'A touch, I believe,' said he. + </p> + <p> + “'A mere nothing,' said I; for although I felt the blood running down my + sleeve, and oozing between my fingers, I was annoyed to think he had made + the first hit. + </p> + <p> + “'Ah, François, these Mamelukes were not of the première force, after all. + I have only been jesting all this time; see here.' With that he closed on + me, in a very different style from his former attack. Pushing and parrying + with the rapidity of lightning, he evinced a skill in 'skirmish' I did not + believe him possessed of. In this, however, I was his master; and in a few + seconds gave him my point sharply, but not deeply, in the shoulder. + Instead of dropping his weapon when he received mine, he returned the + thrust. I parried it, and touched him again, a little lower down. He + winced this time, and muttered something I could not catch. 'You shall + have it now,' said he, aloud; 'I owe you this,—and this.' True to + his word, he twice pierced me in the back, outside the guard. Encouraged + by success, he again closed on me; while I, piqued by his last assault, + advanced to meet him. + </p> + <p> + “Our tempers were both excited; but his far more than mine. The struggle + was a severe one. Three several times his blade passed between my arm and + my body; and at last after a desperate rally, he dropped on one knee, and + gave me the point here, beneath the chest. Before he could extricate his + blade, I plunged mine into his chest, and pushed till I heard the hilt + come clink against his ribs. The blood spurted upwards, over my face and + breast, as he fell backwards. I wiped it hurriedly from my eyes, and bent + over him. He gave a shudder and a little faint moan, and all was still.” + </p> + <p> + “You killed him?” cried out three or four of us together. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ma foi!</i> yes. The 'coup' was mortal; he never stirred after. As for + me,” continued Francois, “I surrendered myself a prisoner to the officer + on guard at the gate. I was tried ten days after by a military commission, + and acquitted. My own evidence was my accusation and my defence.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ventrebleu!</i> had I been on the court-martial, you had not been here + to tell the story,” said the old major, as his face became almost purple + with passion. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense!” said Tascher, jeeringly. “What signifies a maître d'armes the + more or the less?” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur will probably explain himself,” said François, with one of his + cold smiles of excessive deference. + </p> + <p> + “It is exactly what I mean to do, François.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, sirs, none of this,” broke in the major. “Lieutenant Tascher, you + may not fancy being placed under an arrest when the enemy is in the field. + Master Francois, do you forget the sentence of a court-martial is hanging + over your head for an affair at Elchingen, where you insulted a young + officer of the hussars?” + </p> + <p> + “In that case I must be permitted to say that Maître François conducted + himself like a man of honor,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu!</i> and got the worst of it besides,” cried he, placing his + hand on his hip. The tone of his voice as he said this, and the grimace he + made, restored the party once more to good-humor, and we chatted away + pleasantly till day was breaking. + </p> + <p> + As Tascher strolled along with me towards my quarters, I was rejoiced to + discover that he had never heard of my name as being mixed up in the + Chouan conspiracy; nor was he aware with how little reason he believed me + to be favored by fortune. + </p> + <p> + I received, however, all his congratulations without any desire to + undeceive him. Already had I learned the worldly lesson, that while + friends cling closer in adversity, your mere acquaintance deems your + popularity your greatest merit; and I at length perceived that, however + ungenial in many respects the companionship, the life of isolation I led + had rendered me suspected by others, and in a career, too, where frankness + was considered the first of virtues. + </p> + <p> + I assented at once with pleasure to the prospect of our meeting frequently + while in camp. My own regiment had joined Davoust's corps, and I was glad + to have the society of some others of my own age, if only to wean myself + from my habits of solitude. While I formed these plans for the future, I + little anticipated what events were in store for me, nor how soon I should + be thrown among scenes and people totally different from those with which + I had ever mixed before. + </p> + <p> + “You mess with us, then, Burke,—that's agreed,” said Tascher. “They + 're excellent fellows, these cuirassiers of ours, and I know you 'll like + them.” + </p> + <p> + With this promise we parted, hoping to meet on the morrow. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. THE MILL ON THE HOLITSCH ROAD + </h2> + <p> + At an early hour on the morning of the 4th came orders for the “Garde à + Cheval” to hold themselves in readiness, with two squadrons of the + carabineers, on the road to Holitsch; part of this force being under the + command of General d'Auvergne. We found ourselves fully equipped and in + waiting soon after eight o'clock. From the “tenue” and appearance of the + troops, it was evident that no measure of active service was contemplated; + yet, if a review were intended, we could not guess why so small a force + had been selected. As usual on such occasions, many conjectures were + hazarded, and a hundred explanations passed current,—one scarcely a + whit better than the other, when at last we perceived a peloton of + dragoons advancing towards us at a brisk trot. + </p> + <p> + The word was passed to close up and draw swords; and scarcely was it + obeyed when the staff of the Emperor came up. They were all in the full + blaze of their gala uniforms, brilliant with crosses and decorations. + Napoleon alone wore the simple costume of the “Chasseurs of the Garde,” + with the decoration of the Legion; but his proud look and his flashing eye + made him conspicuous above them all. He was mounted on his favorite + charger “Marengo,” and seemed to enjoy the high spirit of the mettled + animal, as he tossed his long mane about, and lashed his sides with his + great silken tail. + </p> + <p> + As the cortége passed we closed up the rear, and followed at a sharp pace, + more than ever puzzled to divine what was going forward. After about two + hours' riding, during which we never drew bridle, we saw a party of + staff-officers in front, who, saluting the Emperor, joined the cortége. At + the same instant General d'Auvergne passed close beside me, and whispered + in my ear. “Bernadotte has just come up, and been most coldly received.” I + wished to ask him what was the object of the whole movement, but he was + gone before I could do so. In less than a quarter of an hour afterwards we + left the highroad, and entered upon a large plain, where the only object I + could perceive was an old mill, ruined and dilapidated. Towards this the + imperial staff rode forward, while the peloton in front wheeled about, and + rode to the rear of our squadrons. The next moment we were halted, and + drawn up in order of battle. + </p> + <p> + While these movements were going forward, I remarked that the Emperor had + dismounted from his horse and dismissed his staff, all save Marshal + Berthier, who stood at a little distance from him. Several dismounted + dragoons were employed in lighting two immense fires,—a process + which Napoleon appeared to watch with great interest for a second or two; + and then, taking out his glass, he remained for several minutes intently + surveying the great road to Holitsch. + </p> + <p> + In this direction at once every eye was turned; but nothing could we see. + The road led through a wide open country for some miles, and at last + disappeared in the recesses of a dark pine wood, that covered the horizon + for miles on either side. Meanwhile Napoleon, with his hands clasped + behind his back, walked hurriedly backwards and forwards beside the + blazing fires, stopping at intervals to look along the road, and then + resuming his walk as before. He was not more than two hundred paces from + where we stood, and I could mark well his gesture of impatience, as he + closed his glass each time, after looking in vain towards Holitsch. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Burke,” whispered one of my brother officers beside me, “I should + not fancy being the man who keeps him waiting in that fashion. Look at + Berthier, how he keeps aloof; he knows that something is brewing.” + </p> + <p> + “What can it all mean?” said I. “Who can he be expecting here?” + </p> + <p> + “They say now,” whispered my companion, “that Davoust cannot hold the + bridge of Goding, and must fall back before the Russian column; and that + Napoleon has invited Alexander to a conference here to gain time to + reinforce Davoust.” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly; but the Czar is too wily an enemy for that to succeed; and + probably hence the delay, which appears to irritate him now.” + </p> + <p> + The supposition, more plausible than most of those I heard before, was + still contradicted by the account of the Emperor Alexander's retreat; and + again was I at a loss to reconcile these discrepancies, when I beheld + Napoleon, with his glass to his eye, motion with his hand for Berthier to + come forward. I turned towards the road, and now could distinguish in the + distance a dark object moving towards us. A few minutes after the sun + shone out, and I remarked the glitter of arms, stretching in a long line; + while my companion, with the aid of a glass, called out,— + </p> + <p> + “I see them plainly; they are lancers. The escort are Hungarians, and + there's a <i>calèche</i>, with four horses in front.” + </p> + <p> + The Emperor stood motionless, his arms folded on his breast, and his head + a little leaned forward, exactly as I have seen him represented in so many + pictures and statues. His eyes were thrown downwards; and as he stirred + the blazing wood with his foot, one could easily perceive how intensely + his mind was occupied with deep thought. + </p> + <p> + The clattering sound of cavalry now turned my attention to another + quarter; and I saw, exactly in front of us, and about five hundred paces + off, a regiment of Hungarian Hussars, and some squadrons of Hulans drawn + up. I had little time to mark their gorgeous equipment and splendid + uniform, for already the <i>calèche</i> had drawn up at the roadside, and + Prince John of Lichtenstein, descending, took off his chapeau, and offered + his arm to assist another to alight. Slowly, and, as it seemed, with + effort, a tall thin figure, in the white uniform of the Austrian Guard, + stepped from the carriage to the ground. The same instant the officers of + the staff fell back, and I saw Napoleon advance with open arms to embrace + him. The Austrian emperor—for it was Francis himself—seemed + scarcely able to control the emotion he felt at this moment; and we could + see that his head rested for several seconds on Napoleon's shoulder. And + what a moment must that have been! How deeply must the pride of the + descendant of the Cæsars have felt the humiliation which made him thus a + suppliant before one he deemed a mere Corsican adventurer! What a pang it + must have cost his haughty spirit as he uttered the words, <i>Mon frère!</i> + </p> + <p> + As they walked side by side towards the plateau, where the fires were + lighted, it was easy to mark that Napoleon was the speaker, while Francis + merely bowed from time to time, or made a gesture of seeming assent. + </p> + <p> + As the Emperor arrived at the place of conference, we fell back some fifty + yards; and although the air was still and frosty, and the silence was + perfect around, we could not catch a word on either side. After about an + hour the conversation appeared to assume a tone of gayety and good-humor, + and we could hear the sovereigns laughing repeatedly. + </p> + <p> + The conference lasted for above two hours, when once more the emperors + embraced, and, as we thought, with more cordiality, and separated; the + Emperor of Austria returning, accompanied by Prince Lichtenstein; while + Napoleon stood for some minutes beside the fire as if musing, and then, + beckoning his staff to follow, he walked towards the highroad. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had the Austrian emperor reached his carriage, when Savary, + bareheaded and breathless, stood beside the door of it. He was the bearer + of a message from Napoleon. The next moment the <i>calèche</i> started, + accompanied by Savary, who, with a single aide-de-camp, took the road + towards the Austrian headquarters. + </p> + <p> + As Napoleon was about to mount his horse, I saw General d'Auvergne move + forward towards him. A few words passed between them; and then the + general, riding up to where I stood, said,— + </p> + <p> + “Burke, you are to remain here, and if any orders arrive from General + Savary, hasten with them to the headquarters of his Majesty. In twelve + hours you will be relieved.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he galloped back to the imperial staff; and soon after the + squadrons defiled into the road, the cortége dashed forward, and all that + remained of that memorable scene was the dying embers of the fires beside + which the fate of Europe was decided. + </p> + <p> + The old mill of Holitsch had been deserted when the Austrian and Russian + columns took up their position before Austerlitz. The miller and his + household fled at the first news of the advance, and had not dared to + return. It was a solitary spot at best: a wild heath, without shelter of + any kind, stretched away for miles on all sides; but now, in its utter + loneliness, it was the most miserable-looking place that can be conceived. + While, therefore, I contented myself with the hope that my stay there + might not be long, I resolved to do what I could to render my quarters + more comfortable. + </p> + <p> + My first care was my horse, which I picketed in the kitchen, where I was + happy to find an abundant supply of firewood; my next, was to explore the + remainder of the concern, in which I discovered traces of its having been + already occupied by the allied troops,—rude caricatures of the + French army in full <i>déroute</i>, before terrible-looking dragoons in + Austrian and Russian uniforms, ornamented the walls in many parts; whole + columns of French prisoners were depicted begging their lives from a + single Austrian grenadier; and one figure, which it could be easily + discovered was intended for Napoleon himself, was about to be hanged upon + a tree, to the very marked satisfaction, as it would seem, of a group of + Russian officers, who stood by, laughing. It is easy to smile at the + ridicule of which fortune has thwarted the application and so I amused + myself a good while by contemplating these grotesque frescos. + </p> + <p> + But a more welcome sight still awaited me, in a small chamber at the top + of the building, where, in large letters, written with chalk on the door, + I read, “Rittmeister von Oxenhausen's quarters.” Here, to my exceeding + delight, I discovered a neatly-furnished chamber, with a bed, sofa, and, + better still, a table, on which the remains of the Rittmeister's sapper + yet stood,—a goodly ham, the greater part of a capon, a loaf of + wheaten bread, and an earthenware crock, with a lid of brass, containing + about two bottles of Austrian red wine. This was a most agreeable surprise + to me,—a pleasant exchange from the meagre meal of bread and cheese + I had but time to procure from a sergeant of my troop at parting. It need + not be supposed that I hesitated long about becoming the Rittmeister's + successor; and so I drew the chair to the table, and the table nearer to + the fire,—for, singularly enough, the embers of a wood fire still + slumbered on the hearth. Having taken the keen edge off an appetite the + cold air had whetted to the sharpest, I began an inspection of my + quarters, first having replenished the fire with some logs of wood. + </p> + <p> + The chamber was an octagon, with five windows in as many of the faces, a + fireplace and two doors occupying the other three. One of the doors—that + by which I entered,—opened from the stairs; the other led into a + granary, or something of that nature,—at least, so I conjectured, + from a heap of sacks which littered the floor, and filled one corner + completely. As I could not discover any corn, I resolved on sharing my + loaf with my horse,—a meal every campaigning steed is well + accustomed to make. And now, returning to my little chamber, I resumed my + supper with all the satisfaction of one who felt he had made his rounds of + duty, and might enjoy repose. + </p> + <p> + As I knew the Château de Holitsch, where the Emperor Francis held his + quarters, was some six leagues distant, I guessed that General Savary was + not likely to return from his mission before morning at very soonest; and + so it behooved me to make my arrangements for passing the night where I + was. Having, then, looked to my horse, for whose bedding I made free with + some dozen of the corn-sacks in the granary, I brought up to my own + quarters a supply of wood; and having fastened the door, and secured the + windows as well as I was able, I lit my meerschaum, and lay down before + the fire in as happy a frame of mind as need be. + </p> + <p> + Indeed, I began to fancy that fortune had done tormenting, and was now + about to treat me more kindly. The notice of the Emperor had relieved my + heart of a load which never ceased to press on it, and I could not help + feeling that a fairer prospect was opening before me. It is true, time and + misfortune had both blunted the ardor of enthusiasm with which I started + in life; the daring aspirations after liberty, the high-souled desire for + personal distinction, had subsided into calmer hopes and less ambitious + yearnings. Young as I yet was, I experienced in myself that change of + sentiment and feeling which comes upon other men later on in life; and I + was gradually reconciling myself to that sense of duty which teaches a man + well to play his part, in whatever station he may be called to act, rather + than indulge in those overweening wishes for pre-eminence, which in their + accomplishment are so often disappointing, and in their failure a source + of regret and unhappiness. These feelings were impressed on me more by the + force of events than by any process of my own reasoning. The career in + which I first started as a boy had led to nothing but misfortune. The + affection I conceived for one,—the only one I ever loved,—was + destined equally to end unhappily. The passion for liberty, in which all + my first aspirations were centred, had met the rude shocks which my own + convictions suggested; and now I perceived that I must begin life anew, + endeavoring to forget the influences whose shadows darkened my early days, + and carve out my destiny in a very different path from what I once + intended. + </p> + <p> + These were my last waking thoughts, as my head sank on my arm, and I fell + into a deep sleep. The falling of a log from the fire awoke me suddenly. I + rubbed my eyes, and for a second or two could not remember where I was. At + length I became clearer in mind, and looking at my watch, perceived it was + but two o'clock. As the flame of the replenished fire threw its light + through the room, I remarked that the door into the granary stood ajar. + This struck me as strange. I thought I could remember shutting it before I + went to sleep. Yes,—I recollected perfectly placing a chair against + it, as the latch was bad, and a draught of cold air came in that way; and + now the chair was pushed back into the room, and the door lay open. A + vague feeling, half suspicion, half curiosity, kept me thinking of the + circumstance, when by chance—the merest chance—my eyes fell + upon the table where I had left my sabre and my pistols. What was my + amazement to find that one of the latter—that which lay nearest the + door—was missing! + </p> + <p> + In an instant I was on my feet. Nothing can combat drowsiness like the + sense of fear; and I became perfectly awake in a moment. Examining the + room with caution, I found everything in the same state as I had left it, + save the door and the missing pistol. The granary alone, then, could be + the shelter of the invader, whoever he might be. What was to be done? I + was totally unprovided with light, save what the fire afforded; and even + were it otherwise, I should expose myself by carrying one, long before I + could hope to detect a concealed enemy. The best plan I could hit upon + seemed to secure the door once more; and then, placing myself in such a + position as not to be commanded by it again, to wait for morning + patiently. This then, I did at once; and having examined my remaining + pistol, and found the charge and priming all safe, I drew my sabre, and + sat down between the door and the window, but so that it should open + against me. + </p> + <p> + Few sensations are more acutely painful than the exercise of the hearing + when pushed to intensity. The unceasing effort to catch the slightest + sound soon becomes fatigue, and as the organ grows weary, the mental + anxiety grows more acute; and then begins a struggle between the failing + sense and the excited brain. The spectral images of the eye in fever are + not one half so terrible as the strange discordant tones that jar upon the + tympanum in such a state as this. Each inanimate object seems endowed with + its own power of voice, and whispering noises come stealing through the + dead silence of midnight. + </p> + <p> + In this state of almost frenzied anxiety I sat long,—my eyes turned + towards the door, which oftentimes I fancied I could perceive to move. At + length the thought occurred to me, that by affecting sleep, if any one lay + concealed within whose object was to enter the room, this would probably + induce him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0004" id="linkimage-0004"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/089.jpg" alt="089 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0005" id="linkimage-0005"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page055.jpg" alt="Brownelocomotivechair055 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + I had not long to wait for the success of my scheme. The long-drawn + breathing of my seeming slumber was not continued for more than a few + minutes, when I saw the door slowly, almost imperceptibly, move. At first + it stirred inch by inch; then gradually it opened wider and wider till it + met the obstacle of the chair. There now came a pause of several seconds, + during which it demanded all my efforts to sustain my part,—the + throbbing at my throat and temples increasing almost beyond endurance, and + the impulse to dash forward, and flinging wide the door, confront my + enemy, being nearly too much for my resistance. Again it moved noiselessly + as before; and then a hand stole out, and, laying hold of the chair, + pushed it slowly backwards. The gray light of the breaking day fell upon + the spot, and I could see that the cuff of the coat was laced with gold. + </p> + <p> + This time my anxiety became intense. Another second or two and I should be + engaged in the conflict,—I knew not against how many. I clutched my + sabre more fairly in my grasp, as my breathing grew thicker and shorter. + The chair still continued to slide silently into the room, and already the + arm of the man within protruded. Now was the moment, or never; and with a + spring, I threw myself on it, and, pinioning the wrist in my hands, held + it down upon the floor while I opposed my weight against the door. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0006" id="linkimage-0006"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/090.jpg" alt="090 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + Quick as lightning the other hand appeared, armed with a pistol; and I had + but a moment to crouch my head nearly to the ground when a bullet whizzed + past and smashed through the window behind me, while with a crash the + frail door gave way to a strong push, and a man sprang fiercely forward to + seize me by the throat. Jumping backward, I recovered my feet; but before + I could raise my pistol he made a spring at me, and we both rolled + together on the floor. On the pistol both our hands met, and the struggle + was for the weapon. + </p> + <p> + Twice was it pointed at my heart; but my hand held the lock, and not all + his efforts could unclasp it. At last I freed my right hand from the + sword-knot of my sabre, and striking him with my clenched knuckles on the + forehead, threw him back. His grasp relaxed at the instant, and I wrenched + the pistol from his fingers, and placed the muzzle against his chest. + </p> + <p> + Another second and he would have rolled a corpse before me, when, to my + horror and amazement, I saw in my antagonist my once friend, <i>Henri de + Beauvais</i>. I flung the weapon from me, as I cried out, “De Beauvais, + forgive me! forgive me!” + </p> + <p> + A deathly paleness came over his features; his eyes grew glazed and filmy, + and with a low groan he fell fainting on the floor. I bathed his temples + with water; I moistened his pale lips; I rubbed his clammy fingers. But it + was long before he rallied; and when he did come to himself and looked up, + he closed his eyes again, as though the sight of me was worse than death + itself. + </p> + <p> + “Come, Henri!” said I, “a cup of wine, my friend, and you will be better + presently. Thank God, this has not ended as it might.” + </p> + <p> + He raised his eyes towards me, but with a look of proud and unforgiving + sternness, while he uttered not a word. + </p> + <p> + “It is unfair to blame me, De Beauvais, for this,” said I. “Once more I + say, forgive me!” + </p> + <p> + His lips moved, and some sounds came forth, but I could not hear the + words. + </p> + <p> + “There, there,” cried I; “it's past and over now. Here is my hand.” + </p> + <p> + “You struck me with that hand,” said he, in a deep, distinct voice, as + though every word came from the very bottom of his chest. + </p> + <p> + “And if I did, Henri, my own life was on the blow.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh that you had taken mine with it!” said he, with a bitterness I can + never forget. “I am the first of my name that ever received a blow; would + I were to be the last!” + </p> + <p> + “You forget, De Beauvais—” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I forget nothing. Be assured, too, I never shall forget this + night. With any other than yourself I should not despair of that atonement + for an injury which alone can wash out such a stain; but <i>you</i>,—I + know you well,—<i>you</i> will not give me this.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, De Beauvais; I will not,” said I, calmly. “Sorry am I that + even an accident should have brought us into collision. It is a mischance + I feel deeply, and shall for many a day.” + </p> + <p> + “And I, sir,” cried he, as, starting up, his eyes flashed with passion and + his cheek grew scarlet,—“and I, sir!—what are to be my + feelings? Think you, that because I am an exile and an outcast,—forced + by misfortune to wear the livery of one who is not my rightful sovereign,—that + my sense of personal honor is the less, and that the mark of an insult is + not as blood-stained on my conscience as ever it was?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing but passion could blind you to the fact that there can be no + insult where no intention could exist.” + </p> + <p> + “Spare me your casuistry, sir,” replied he, with an insolent wave of his + hand, while he sank into a chair, and laid his head upon the table. + </p> + <p> + For an instant my temper, provoked beyond endurance, was about to give + way, when I perceived that a handkerchief was bound tightly around his leg + above the knee, where a great stain of blood marked his trouser. The + thought of his being wounded banished every particle of resentment, and + laying my hand on his shoulder, I said,— + </p> + <p> + “De Beauvais, I know not one but yourself to whom I would three times say, + forgive me. But we were friends once, when we were both happier. For the + sake of him who is no more,—poor Charles de Meudon—” + </p> + <p> + “A traitor, sir,—a base traitor to the king of his fathers!” + </p> + <p> + “This I will not endure!” said I, passionately. “No one shall dare—” + </p> + <p> + “Dare!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, dare, sir!—such was the word. To asperse the memory of one like + him is to dare that which no man can, with truth and honor.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, sir, I'm ready,” said Be Beauvais, rising, and pointing to the + door, “Sortons!” + </p> + <p> + No one who has not heard that one word pronounced by the lips of a + Frenchman can conceive how much of savage enmity and deadly purpose it + implies. It is the challenge which, if unaccepted, stamps cowardice + forever on the man who declines it: from that hour all equality ceases + between those whom a combat had placed on the same footing. + </p> + <p> + “Sortons!” The word rang in my ears, and tingled through my very heart, + while a host of different impulses swayed me,—shame, sorrow, wounded + pride, all struggling for the mastery: but above them all, a better and a + higher spirit,—the firm resolve, come what would, to suffer no + provocation De Beauvais could offer, to make me stand opposite to him as + an enemy. + </p> + <p> + “What am I to think, sir?” said he, with a voice scarcely articulate from + passion,—“what am I to think of your hesitation? or why do you stand + inactive here? Is it that you are meditating what new insult can be added + to those you have heaped on me?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” I replied, firmly; “so far from thinking of offence, I am but + too sorry for the words I have already spoken. I should have remembered, + and remembering, should have made allowance for, the strength of partisan + feelings, which have their origin in a noble, but, as I believe, a + mistaken source.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” interrupted he, in mockery. “Is it, then, come to this? Am I, a + Frenchman born, to be lectured on my loyalty and allegiance by a foreign + mercenary?” + </p> + <p> + “Not even that taunt, De Beauvais, shall avail you anything. I am firm in + my resolve.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Pardieu!</i> then,” cried he, with savage energy, “there remains but + this!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he leaped from his chair, and sprang towards me. In so doing, + however, his knee struck the table, and with a groan of agony, he reeled + back and fell on the floor, while from his reopened wound a torrent of + blood gushed out and deluged the room. + </p> + <p> + For a second or two he motioned me away with his hand; but as his weakness + increased, he lay passive and unresisting, and suffered me to arrest the + bleeding by such means as I was able to practise. + </p> + <p> + It was a long time ere I could stanch the gaping orifice, which had been + inflicted by a sabre, and cut clean through the high boot and deep into + the thigh. Fortunately for his recovery, he had himself succeeded in + getting off the boot before, and the wound lay open to my surgical skill. + Lifting him cautiously in my arms, I laid him on the bed, and moistened + his lips with a little wine. Still the debility continued,—no signs + of returning strength were there; but his features, pale and fallen, were + glazed with a cold sweat that hung in heavy drops upon his brow and + forehead. + </p> + <p> + Never was agony like mine. I saw his life was ebbing fast; the respiration + was growing fainter and more irregular; his pulse could scarce be felt; + yet dare I not leave my post to seek for assistance. A hundred thoughts + whirled through my puzzled brain, and among the rest, the self-accusing + one that I was the cause of his death. “Yes,” thought I, “better far to + have stood before his pistol, at all the hazard of my life, than see him + thus.” + </p> + <p> + In an instant all his angry speeches and his insulting gestures were + forgotten. He looked so like what I once knew him, that my mind was + wandering back again to former scenes and times, and all resentment was + lost in the flood of memory. Poor fellow! what a sad destiny was his! + fighting against the arms of his country,—a mourner over the + triumphs of his native land! Alien that I was, this pang at least was + spared me. + </p> + <p> + As these thoughts crossed my mind, I felt him press my hand. Overjoyed, I + knelt down and whispered some words in his ear. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” muttered he, in a low, plaintive tone; “not all lost,—not + all! La Vendee yet remains!” He was dreaming. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. THE ARMISTICE. + </h2> + <p> + As I sat thus watching with steadfast gaze the features of the sleeping + man, I heard the clattering of a horse's hoofs on the pavement beneath, + and the next moment the heavy step of some one ascending the stairs. + Suddenly the door was flung wide open, and an officer in the handsome + uniform of the Austrian Imperial Guard entered. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse this scant ceremony, Monsieur,” said he, bowing with much + courtesy, “but I almost despaired of finding you out. I come from Holitsch + with despatches for your Emperor; they are most pressing, as I believe + this note will inform you.” + </p> + <p> + While I threw my eye over the few lines addressed by General Savary to the + officer in waiting at Holitsch, and commanding the utmost speed in + forwarding the despatch that accompanied them, the officer drew near the + bed where De Beauvais was lying. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mère de ciel</i>, it is the count!” cried he, starting back with + astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said I, interrupting him; “I found him here on my arrival. He is + badly wounded, and should be removed at once. How can this be done?” + </p> + <p> + “Easily. I 'll despatch my orderly at once to Holitsch, and remain here + till he return.” + </p> + <p> + “But if our troops advance?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no! we're all safe on that score; the armistice is signed. The very + despatch in your hands, I believe, concludes the treaty.” + </p> + <p> + This warned me that I was delaying too long the important duty intrusted + to me, and with a hurried entreaty to the Austrian not to leave De + Beauvais, I hastened down the stairs, and proceeded to saddle for the + road. + </p> + <p> + “One word, Monsieur,” said the officer, as I was in the act of mounting. + “May I ask the name of him to whom my brother officers owe the life of a + comrade much beloved?” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Burke; and yours, Monsieur?” + </p> + <p> + “Berghausen, <i>chef d'escadron</i> of the Imperial Guard. If ever you + should come to Vienna—” But I lost the words that followed, as, + spurring my horse to a gallop, I set out towards the headquarters of the + Emperor. + </p> + <p> + As I rode forward, my eyes were ever anxiously bent in the direction of + our camp, not knowing at what moment I might see the advance of a column + along the road, and dreading lest, before the despatches should reach the + Emperor's house, the advanced vedettes should capture the little party at + Holitsch. At no period of his career was Napoleon more incensed against + the adherents of the Bourbons; and if De Beauvais should fall into his + hands, I was well aware that nothing could save him. The Emperor always + connected in his mind—and with good reason, too—the + machinations of the Royalists with the plans of the English Government. He + knew that the land which afforded the asylum to their king was the refuge + of the others also; and many of the heaviest denunciations against the + “perfide Albion” had no other source than the dread, of which he could + never divest himself, that the legitimate monarch would one day be + restored to France. + </p> + <p> + While such were Napoleon's feelings, the death of the Duc d'Enghien had + heightened the hatred of the Bourbonists to a pitch little short of + madness. My own unhappy experience made me more than ever fearful of being + in any way implicated with the members of this party, and I rode on as + though life itself depended on my reaching the imperial headquarters some + few minutes earlier. + </p> + <p> + As I approached the camp, I was overjoyed to find that no movement was in + contemplation. The men were engaged in cleaning their arms and + accoutrements, restoring the broken wagons and gun-carriages, and + repairing, as far as might be, the disorders of the day of battle. The + officers stood in groups here and there, chatting at their ease; while the + only men under arms were the new conscript? just arrived from France,—a + force of some thousands,—brought by forced marches from the banks of + the Rhine. + </p> + <p> + The crowd of officers near the headquarters of the Emperor pressed closely + about me as I descended from my horse, eager to learn what information I + brought from Holitsch; for they were not aware that I had been stationed + nearly half-way on the road. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Burke,” said General d'Auvergne, as he drew his arm within mine, + “your coming has been anxiously looked for this morning. I trust the + despatches you carry may, if not Contradict, at least explain what has + occurred.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this the officer from Holitsch?” said the aide-decamp of the Emperor, + coming hurriedly forward. “The despatch, sir!” cried he; and the next + moment hastened to the little hut which Napoleon occupied as his bivouac. + </p> + <p> + The only other person in the open space where I stood was an officer of + the lancers, whose splashed and travel-stained dress seemed to say he had + been employed like myself. + </p> + <p> + “I fancy, Monsieur,” said he, bowing, “that you have had a sharp ride also + this morning. I have just arrived from Göding—four leagues—in + less than an hour; and with all that, too late, I believe, to remedy what + has occurred.” + </p> + <p> + “What, then, has happened?” + </p> + <p> + “Davoust has been tricked into an armistice, and suffered the Russians to + pass the bridge. The Emperor Alexander has taken advantage of the + negotiations with Austria, and got his army clear through; so, at least, + it would seem. I saw Napoleon tear the despatch into fragments, and stamp + his foot upon them. But here he comes.” + </p> + <p> + The words were scarcely spoken when the Emperor came rapidly up, followed + by his staff. He wore a gray surtout, trimmed with dark fur, and had his + hands clasped within the cuffs of the coat. His face was pale as death, + and save a slight contraction of his brows, there was nothing to show any + appearance of displeasure. + </p> + <p> + “Who brought the despatch from Göding?” + </p> + <p> + “I did, Sire,” said the officer. + </p> + <p> + “How are the roads, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Much cut up, and in one place a torrent has carried away part of a + bridge.” + </p> + <p> + “I knew it,—I knew it,” said he, bitterly; “it is too late. Duroc,” + cried he, while the words seemed to come forth with a hissing sound, “did + I not tell you, 'Grattez le Russe, et vous trouverez le Tartare!'” + </p> + <p> + The words were graven in my memory from that hour; even yet, I can recall + the very accents as when I heard them. + </p> + <p> + “And you, sir,” said he, turning suddenly towards me, “you came from + General Savary. Return to him with this letter. Have you written, Duroc? + Well, you'll deliver this to General Savary at Holitsch. He may require + you to proceed to Göding. Are you well mounted?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Sire.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, then, sir. I made you a captain yesterday; let us see if you can + win your spurs to-day.” + </p> + <p> + From the time I received the despatch to that in which I was in the saddle + not more than five minutes elapsed. The idea of being chosen by the + Emperor himself for a service was a proud one, and I resolved to acquit + myself with credit. With what concert does one's heart beat to the free + stride of a mettled charger! how does each bold plunge warm the blood and + stir up the spirits! and as, careering free over hill and valley, we pass + in our flight the clouds that drift above, how does the sense of freedom, + realized as it is, impart a feeling of ecstasy to our minds! Our thoughts, + revelling on the wayward liberty our course suggests, rise free and + untrammelled from the doubts and cares of every-day life. + </p> + <p> + Onward I went, and soon the old mill came in sight, rearing its ruined + head amid the black desolation of the plain. I could not resist the + impulse to see what had become of De Beauvais; and leading my horse into + the kitchen, I hastened up the stairs and through the rooms. But all were + deserted; the little chamber lay open, the granary too; but no one was + there. + </p> + <p> + With a mind relieved, in a great measure, from anxiety, I remounted and + continued my way; and soon entered the dark woods of Holitsch. The château + and demesne were a private estate of the Emperor Francis, and once formed + a favorite resort of Joseph the Second in his hunting excursions. The + château itself was a large, irregular mass of building, but still, with + all its incongruity of architecture, not devoid of picturesque effect,—and + the older portion of it was even handsome. While I stood in front of a + long terrace, on which several windows opened from a gallery that ran + along one side of the château, I was somewhat surprised that no guard was + to be seen, nor even a single sentinel on duty. I dismounted, and leading + my horse, approached the avenue that led up between a double range of + statues to the door. An old man, dressed in the slouched hat and light + blue jacket of a Bohemian peasant, was busily engaged in wrapping matting + around some shrubs, to protect them from the frost. A little boy—his + second self in costume—stood beside him with his pruning-knife, and + stared at me with a kind of stupid wonder as I approached. With some + difficulty I made out from the old man that the Emperor occupied a smaller + building called the Kaiser-Lust, about half a league distant in the + forest, having given strict orders that no one was to approach the château + nor its immediate grounds. It was his favorite retreat, and perhaps he did + not wish it should be associated in his mind with a period of such + misfortune. The old peasant continued his occupation while he spoke, never + lifting his head from his work, and seeming all absorbed in the necessity + of what he was engaged in. As I inquired the nearest road to the imperial + quarters, he employed me to assist him for a moment in his task by holding + one end of the matting, with which he was now about to envelop a marble + statue of Maria Theresa. + </p> + <p> + I could not refuse a request so naturally proffered; and while I did so, a + little wicket opened at a short distance off, and a tall man, in a gray + surtout and a plain cocked hat without a feather, came forward. He held a + riding-whip in his hand, and seemed, from his splashed equipment, to have + just descended from the saddle. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Fritz,” said he, “I hope the frost has done us no mischief?” + </p> + <p> + The old gardener turned round at the words, and, touching his hat + respectfully, continued his work, while he replied,— + </p> + <p> + “No, Mein Herr; it was but a white hoar, and everything has escaped well.” + </p> + <p> + “And whom have you got here for an assistant, may I ask?” said he, + pointing to me, whom he now saw for the first time. + </p> + <p> + As the question was asked in German, although I understood it I left the + reply to the gardener. + </p> + <p> + “God knows!” said the old fellow, in a tone of easy indifference; “I think + he must be a soldier of some sort.” + </p> + <p> + The other smiled at the remark, and, turning towards me, said, in French,— + </p> + <p> + “You are, perhaps, unaware, sir, being a stranger, that it is the Emperor + of Austria's desire this château should not be intruded on.” + </p> + <p> + “My offending, sir,” interrupted I, “was purely accidental. I am the + bearer of despatches for General Savary; and having stopped to inquire + from this honest man—” + </p> + <p> + “The general has taken his departure for Göding,” he broke in, without + paying further attention to my explanation. + </p> + <p> + “For Goding! and may I ask what distance that may be?” + </p> + <p> + “Scarcely a league, if you can hit upon the right path; the road lies + yonder, where you see that dead fir-tree.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you, sir,” said I, touching my hat; “and must now ask my friend + here to release me,—my orders are of moment.” + </p> + <p> + “You may find some difficulty in the wood, after all,” said he; “I 'll + send my groom part of the way with you.” + </p> + <p> + Before I could proffer my thanks suitably for such an unexpected + politeness, he had disappeared in the garden through which he entered a + few minutes before. + </p> + <p> + “I say, my worthy friend, tell me the name of that gentleman; he's one of + the Emperor's staff, if I mistake not. I 'm certain I 've seen the face + before.” + </p> + <p> + “If you had,” said the old fellow, laughing, “you could scarcely forget + him; old Frantzerl is just the same these twenty years.” + </p> + <p> + “Whom did you say?” + </p> + <p> + Before he could reply, the other was at my side. + </p> + <p> + “Now, sir,” said he, “he will conduct you to the highroad. I wish you a + good journey.” + </p> + <p> + These words were uttered in a tone somewhat more haughty than his previous + ones; and contenting myself with a civil acknowledgment of his attention, + I bowed and returned to my horse, which the little peasant child had been + holding. + </p> + <p> + “This way, Monsieur,” said the groom, who, dressed in a plain dark brown + livery, was mounted on a horse of great size and symmetry. + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he dashed forward at a gallop which all my efforts could not + succeed in overtaking. In less than ten minutes the man halted, and, + waiting till I came up, he pointed to a gentle acclivity before me, across + which the highroad led. + </p> + <p> + “There lies the road, sir; continue your speed, and in twenty minutes you + reach Göding.” + </p> + <p> + “One word,” said I, drawing forth my purse as I spoke,—“one word. + Tell me, who is your master?” + </p> + <p> + The groom smiled, slightly touched his hat, and without uttering a word, + wheeled round his horse, and before I could repeat my question, was far on + his road back to the château. + </p> + <p> + Before me lay the river, and the little bridge of Göding, across which now + the Russian columns were marching in rapid but compact order. Their + cavalry had nearly all passed, and was drawn with some field-guns along + the bank; while at half-cannon-shot distance, the corps of Davoust were + drawn up in order of battle, and standing spectators of the scene. On an + eminence of the field a splendid staff were assembled, accompanied by a + troop of Tartar horsemen, whose gay colors and strange equipment were a + remarkable feature of the picture; and here, I learned, the Emperor + Alexander then was, accompanied by General Savary. + </p> + <p> + As I drew near, my French uniform caught the eye of the latter, and he + cantered forward to meet me. Tearing open the despatch with eagerness, he + rapidly perused the few lines it contained; then, seizing me by the arm in + his-strong grasp, he exclaimed,— + </p> + <p> + “Look yonder, sir! You see their columns extending to Serritz. Go back and + tell his Majesty. But no; my own mission here is ended. You may return to + Austerlitz.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he rode back to the group around the Emperor, where I saw him a + few minutes after addressing his Majesty; and then, after a formal + leave-taking, turn his horse's head and set out towards Brunn. + </p> + <p> + As I retraced my steps towards the camp, I began to muse over the events + which had just occurred; and even by the imperfect glimpses I could catch + of the negotiations, could perceive that the Czar had out-manoeuvred + Napoleon. It is true, I was not aware by what means the success had been + obtained; nor was it for many a year after that I became cognizant of the + few autograph lines by which Alexander induced Davoust to suspend his + operations, under the pretence that the Austrian armistice included the + Russian army. It was an unworthy act and ill befitting one whose high + personal courage and chivalrous bearing gave promise of better things. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. THE COMPAGNIE D'ELITE + </h2> + <p> + With whatever triumphant feelings the Emperor Napoleon may have witnessed + the glorious termination of this brief campaign, to the young officers of + the army it brought anything rather than satisfaction, and the news of the + armistice was received in the camp with gloom and discontent. The + brilliant action at Elchingen, and the great victory at Austerlitz, were + hailed as a glorious presage of future successes, for which the + high-sounding phrases of a bulletin were deemed but a poor requital. A + great proportion of the army were new levies, who had not seen service, + and felt proportionably desirous for opportunities of distinction; and to + them the promise of a triumphant return to France was a miserable exchange + for those battlefields on which they dreamed they should win honor and + fame, and from whence they hoped to date their rise of fortune. Little did + we guess, that while words of peace and avowals of moderation were on his + lips, Napoleon was at that very moment meditating on the opening of that + great campaign, which, beginning at Jena, was to end in the most bloody + and long sustained of all his wars. + </p> + <p> + Nothing, however, was now talked of but the fêtes which awaited us on our + return to Paris,—while liberal grants of money were made to all the + wounded, and no effort was spared which should mark that feeling of the + Emperor's, which so conspicuously opened his bulletin, in the emphatic + words, “Soldiers, I am content with you!” + </p> + <p> + Napoleon well understood, and indeed appeared to have anticipated, the + disappointment the army would experience at this sudden cessation of + hostilities; and endeavored now to divert the torrent of their enthusiasm + into another and a safer channel. The bulk of the army were cantoned + around Brunn and Olmutz; some picked regiments were recalled to Vienna, + where the Emperor was soon expected to establish his headquarters; while + many of those who had suffered most severely from forced marches and + fatigues were formed into corps of escort to accompany the Russian + prisoners—sixteen thousand in number—on their way to France; + and lastly, a <i>compagnie d'élite</i>, as it was called, was selected to + carry to the Senate the glorious spoils of victory,—forty-five + standards taken on the field of Austerlitz, and now destined to grace the + Palace of the Luxembourg. + </p> + <p> + I had scarcely seated myself to the humble supper of my bivouac, when an + orderly came to command me to General d'Auvergne's quarters. The little + sitting-room he occupied, in a peasant hut, was so filled with officers + that it was some time before I could approach him; and my impatience was + not lessened by more than once hearing my name mentioned aloud,—a + circumstance not a little trying to a young man in the presence of his + superiors in station. + </p> + <p> + “But here he is,” said the general, beckoning to me to come forward. + “Burke, his Majesty has most graciously permitted me to include your name + in the <i>compagnie d'élite</i>,—a testimony of his satisfaction + you've every reason to be proud of. And just at the moment I was about to + communicate the fact to you, I have received a message from Marshal Murat, + requesting that I may permit you to serve on his own staff.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Captain,” said an officer in the uniform of a colonel,—it was + the first time I had been addressed by my new title, and I cannot express + what a thrill of pleasure the word gave me,—“Marshal Murat witnessed + with pleasure the alacrity and steadiness of your conduct on the 2d, and + has sent me with an offer which I fancy few officers would not deem a + flattering one.” + </p> + <p> + “Unquestionably it is, Colonel,” said General d'Auvergne; “nay, more, I + will say I regard it as the making of a young man's fortune, thus early in + his career to have attracted such high notice. But I must be passive here; + Captain Burke shall decide for himself.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case, sir, I shall cause you but little delay, if you will still + permit me to serve on your own staff.” + </p> + <p> + “But stay, my boy, do not be rash in this affair. I will not insult your + better feeling by dwelling on the little power I possess, and the very + great enjoyed by Marshal Murat, of serving your interests; but I must say, + that with him, and on his personal staff, opportunities of distinction—” + </p> + <p> + “And here I must interpose,” said the colonel, smiling courteously: “with + no officer in this army can a man expect to see service, in its boldest + and most heroic colors, rather than with General d'Auvergne.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,—I feel it, too; and with him, if he will allow me—” + </p> + <p> + “Enough, my dear boy,” said the old man, grasping my hand in his. + “Colonel, you must explain to the marshal how stands this matter; and he + is too kind of heart and too noble of soul to think the worse of any of us + for our obstinacy. And now, my young friend, make your arrangements to + join the <i>compagnie d'élite</i>; they march to-morrow afternoon,—and + this is a service you cannot decline. Leave me to make your + acknowledgments to the marshal, and lose no more time here.” + </p> + <p> + Short as had been my absence from my quarters, when I re-entered, I + descried Tascher seated at the table, and busily employed in discussing + the last fragments of my supper. + </p> + <p> + “You see, my dear friend,” said he, speaking with his mouth full,—“you + see what it is to have a <i>salmi</i> for supper. I sat eating a + confounded mess of black bread, and blacker veal, for fifteen minutes, + when the breeze brought me the odor of your delicious <i>plat</i>. It was + in vain I summoned all my virtue to resist it; if there ever was a dish + made to seduce a subaltern on service, it is this. But, I say, won't you + eat something?” + </p> + <p> + “I fear not,” said I, half angrily. + </p> + <p> + “And why?” replied he. “See what a capital wing that is,—a little + bare, to be sure; and there's the back of a pigeon. <i>Ma foi!</i> you + have no reason to complain. I say, is it true you are named among the <i>compagnie + d'élite</i>?” + </p> + <p> + I nodded, and ate on. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Diable!</i> there never was such fortune. What a glorious exchange for + this confounded swamp, with its everlasting drill from morning to night,—shivering + under arms for four hours, and shaking with the ague the rest of the day + after,—marching, mid-leg in water, half frozen, and trying quick + movements, when the very blood is in icicles! And then you 'll be enjoying + Paris,—delightful Paris!—dining at the 'Rocher,' supping at + the 'Cadran,' lounging into the <i>salons</i>, at the very time we shall + be hiding ourselves amidst the straw of our bivouacs. I go mad to think of + it. And, what's worse than all, there you sit, as little elated as if the + whole thing were only the most natural in the world. I believe, on my + word, you 'd not condescend to be surprised if you were gazetted Maréchal + de France in to-morrow's gazette.” + </p> + <p> + “When I can bear, without testifying too much astonishment, to see my + supper eaten by the man who does nothing but rate me into the bargain, + perhaps I may plume myself on some equanimity of temper.” + </p> + <p> + “Confound your equanimity! It's very easy to be satisfied when one has + everything his own way.” + </p> + <p> + “And so, Tascher, you deem me such a fortunate fellow?” + </p> + <p> + “That I do,” replied he, quickly. “You have had more good luck, and made + less of it, than any one I ever knew. What a career you had before you + when we met first! There was that pretty girl at the Tuileries quite ready + to fall in love with you; I know it, because she rather took an air of + coldness with me. Well, you let her be carried off by an old general, with + a white head and a queue,—unquestionably a bit of pique on her part. + Then, somehow or other, you contrived to pink the best swordsman of the + army, little François there; and I never heard that the circumstance + gained you a single conquest.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite true, my friend,” said I, laughing; “I confess it all. And, what is + far worse, I acknowledge that until this moment I did not even know the + advantages I was wilfully wasting.” + </p> + <p> + “And even now,” continued he, not minding my interruption,—“even + now, you are about to return to Paris as one of the <i>élite</i>. Well, I + 'll wager twenty Naps that the only civil speeches you 'll hear will be + from some musty old senators at the Luxembourg. Oh dear! if my amiable + aunt, the Empress, would only induce my most benevolent uncle, the + Emperor, to put me on that same list, depend upon it you 'd hear of + Lieutenant Tascher in the 'Faubourg St. Honoré.'” + </p> + <p> + “But you seem to forget,” said I, half piqued at last by the impertinence + of his tone, “that I have neither friends nor acquaintances; that, + although a Frenchman by service, I am not so by birth.” + </p> + <p> + “And I,—what am I?” interrupted he. “A Creole, come from Heaven + knows what far-away place beyond seas; that there never was a man with + more expensive tastes, and smaller means to supply them,—with worse + prospects, and better connections; in short, a kind of live antithesis. + And yet, with all that, exchange places with me now, and see if, before a + fortnight elapse, I have not more dinner invitations than any officer of + the same grade within the Boulevards; watch if the prettiest girl at Paris + is not at my side in the Opera. But here comes your official appointment, + I take it.” + </p> + <p> + As he said this, an orderly of the “Garde” delivered a sealed packet into + my hands, which, on opening, I discovered was a letter from General Duroc, + wherein I read, that “it was the wish of his Majesty, Emperor and King, + that I, his well-beloved Thomas Burke, in conformity with certain + instructions to be afterwards made known to me, should proceed with the <i>compagnie + d'élite</i> to Paris, then and there—” + </p> + <p> + As I read thus far aloud, Tascher interrupted me, snatching the paper from + my hands, and continued thus:— + </p> + <p> + “Then and there to mope, muse, and be <i>ennuyé</i> until such time as + active service may again recall him to the army. My dear Burke, I am + really sorry for you. Wars and campaigning may be—indeed they are—very + fine things; but as the means, not the end. His Majesty, my uncle,—whom + may Heaven preserve and soften his heart to his relations!—loves + them for their own sake; but we,—you and I, for instance,—what + possible reason can we have for risking our bones, and getting our flesh + mangled, save the hope of promotion? And to what end that same promotion, + if not for a wider sphere of pleasure and enjoyment? Think what a career a + colonel, at our age, would have in Paris!” + </p> + <p> + “Come, Tascher, I will not believe you in all this. If there were not + something higher to reward one for the fatigues and dangers of a campaign + than the mere sensual delights you allude to, I, for one, would soon doff + the epaulettes.” + </p> + <p> + “You are impracticable,” said he, half angrily; “but it is as much from + the isolation in which you have lived as any conviction on the subject. + You must let me introduce you to some relatives of mine in Paris. They + will be delighted to know you; for, as one of the <i>compagnie d'élite</i>, + you might figure as a very respectable 'lion' for two, nay, three entire + evenings. And you will have the <i>entrée</i> to the pleasantest house in + Paris; they receive every evening, and all the best people resort there. I + only exact one condition.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is—” + </p> + <p> + “You must not make love to Pauline. That you will fall in love with her + yourself is a fact I can't help,—nor you either. But no advance on + your part; promise me that.” + </p> + <p> + “In such case, Tascher, it were best for all parties I should not know the + lady. I have no fancy, believe me, for being smitten whether I will or + no.” + </p> + <p> + “I see, Master Burke, there is a bit of impertinence in all this. You + sneer at my warnings about <i>la belle cousine</i>; now, I am determined + you shall see her at least. Besides, you must do me a service with the + countess I have had the bad luck to be for some time out of favor with my + aunt Josephine,—some trumpery debts of mine they make a work about + at the Tuileries. Well, perhaps you could persuade Madame de Lacostellerie + to take up my cause; she has great influence with the Empress, and can + make her do what she pleases. And, if I must confess it, it was this + brought me over to your quarters tonight; and I ate your supper just to + pass away time till you came back again. You 'll not refuse me?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not. But reflect for a moment, Tascher, and you will see that + no man was ever less intended for a diplomate. It is only a few minutes + since you laughed at my solitary habits and hermit propensities.” + </p> + <p> + “I've thought of all that, Burke, and am not a whit discouraged. On the + contrary, you are the more likely to think of my affairs because you have + none of your own; and I don't know any one but yourself I should fancy to + meet Pauline frequently and on terms of intimacy.” + </p> + <p> + “This, at least, is not a compliment,” said I, laughing. + </p> + <p> + He shrugged his shoulders, and threw up his eyebrows with a French + expression, as though to say, it can't be helped; and then continued:— + </p> + <p> + “And now remember, Burke, I count on you. Get me out of this confounded + place; I 'd rather be back at Toulon again, if need be. And as I shall not + see you again before you leave, farewell. I 'll send the letter for the + countess early to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + We shook hands warmly and parted: he to return to his quarters; and I to + sit down beside my fire, and muse over the events that had just occurred, + and think of Tascher himself, whose character had never been so plainly + exposed to me before. + </p> + <p> + If De Beauvais, with his hot-headed impetuosity, his mad devotion to the + cause of the Legitimists, was a type of the followers of the Bourbons; so, + in all the easy indifference and quiet selfishness of his nature, was + Tascher a specimen of another class of his countrymen,—a class + which, wrapped up in its own circle of egotistical enjoyments, believed + Paris the only habitable spot of the whole globe. Without any striking + traits of character, or any very decided vices, they led a life of + pleasure and amusement, rendering every one and everything around them, so + far as they were able, subservient to their own plane and wishes; and + perfectly unconscious the while how glaring their selfishness had become, + and how palpable, even to the least observant, was the self-indulgence + they practised on every occasion. Without cleverness or tact enough to + conceal their failings, they believed they imposed on others because they + imposed on themselves,—just as the child deems himself unseen when + he closes his eyes. + </p> + <p> + Josephine's followers were, many of them, like this, and formed a striking + contrast to the young men of the Napoleonite party, who, infatuated by the + glorious successes of their chief, deemed the career of arms alone + honorable. St. Cyr and the Polytechnique were the nurseries of these,—the + principles instilled there were perpetuated in after life; and however + exaggerated their ideas of France and her destiny, their undoubted heroism + and devotion might well have palliated even heavier errors. + </p> + <p> + It was in ruminating thus over the different characters of the few I had + ever known intimately, that I came to think seriously on my own condition, + which, for many a day before, I had rather avoided than sought to reflect + on. I felt,—as how many must have done!—that the bond of a + common country, the inborn patriotism of the native of the soil, is the + great resource on which men fall back when they devote themselves to the + career of arms; that the alien's position, disguise it how he will, is + that of the mere mercenary. How can he identify himself with interests on + which he is but half-informed, or feel attachment to a land wherein he has + neither hearth nor home? In the very glory he wins he can scarce + participate. In a word, his is a false position, which no events nor + accidents of fortune can turn to good account, and he must rest satisfied + with a life of isolation and estrangement. + </p> + <p> + I felt how readily, if I had been a Frenchman born, I could have excused + and palliated to my conscience many things which now were matters of + reproach. Aggressive war had lost its horrors in the glory of enlarged + dominions; the greatness of France and the honor of her arms had made me + readily forget the miseries entailed on other nations by her lust of + conquest. But I—the stranger, the alien—had no part in the + inheritance of glory; and personal ambition,—what means it, save to + stand high amongst those we once looked up to as superiors? For me there + were no traditions of a childhood passed amid great names, revered and + worshipped; no early teachings of illustrious examples beside the paternal + hearth. And yet there was one, although lost to me forever, before whose + eyes I would gladly seem to hold a high place. Yes! could I but think that + she had not forgotten me,—would hear my name with interest, or feel + one throb of pleasure if I were spoken of with honor,—I asked no + more! + </p> + <p> + “A letter, Monsieur le Capitaine,” said my servant, as he deposited a + package on my table. Supposing it was the epistle of which Tascher spoke, + I paid but slight attention to it, when by chance I remarked it was in + General d'Auvergne's handwriting. I opened it at once, and read as + follows:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Bivouac, 11 o'clock. + + My dear Burke,—No one ever set off for Paris without being + troubled with commissions for his country friends, and you + must not escape the ills of common humanity. Happily for + you, however, the debt is easily acquitted; I have neither + undiscovered shades of silk to be matched, nor impossible + bargains to be effected. I shall simply beg of you to + deliver with your own hand the enclosed letter to its + address at the Tuileries; adding, if you think fit, the + civil attentions of a visit. + + We shall both, in all likelihood, be much hurried when we + meet to-morrow,—for I also have received orders to march,— + so that I take the present opportunity to enclose you a + check on Paris for a trifle in advance of your pay; + remembering too well, in my own aide-de-camp days, the + dilatory habits of the War Office with new captains. + + Yours ever, dear Burke, + + D'Auvergne, Lieut-General. +</pre> + <p> + The letter of which he spoke had fallen on the table, where I now read the + address,—“À Madame la Comtesse d'Auvergne, née Comtesse de Meudon, + dame d'honneur de S. M. l'Impératrice.” As I read these lines, I felt my + face grow burning hot, my cheeks flushed up, and I could scarcely have + been more excited were I actually in her presence to whom the letter was + destined. The poor general's kind note, his check for eight thousand + francs, lay there: I forgot them both, and sat still, spelling over the + letters of that name so woven in my destiny. I thought of the first night + I had ever heard it, when, a mere boy, I wept over her sorrows, and + grieved for her whose fate was so soon to throw its shadow over my own. + But in a moment all gave way before the one thought,—I should see + her again, speak to her and hear her voice. It is true, she was the wife + of another: but as Marie de Meudon, our destinies were as wide apart; + under no circumstances could she have been mine, nor did I ever dare to + hope it. My love to her—for it was such, ardent and passionate—was + more the devotion of some worshipper at a shrine than an affection that + sought return. The friendless soldier of fortune, poor, unknown, uncared + for,—how could he raise his thoughts to one for whose hand the + noblest and the bravest were suitors in vain? Yet, with all this, how my + heart throbbed to think that we should meet again! Nor was the thought + less stirring that I felt, that even in the short interval of absence I + had won praise from him for whom her admiration was equal to my own. With + all the turmoil of my hopes and fears I felt a rush of pleasure at my + heart; and when I slept, it was to dream of happy days to come, and a + future far brighter than the past. + </p> + <p> + My first thought when morning broke was to ride over to Beygern, to learn + the fate of my wounded friends. On my way thither I fell in with several + officers bound on a similar errand, for already the convent had become the + great hospital to which the sufferers were brought from every part of the + camp. As we went along, I was much struck by the depression of spirit so + remarkable everywhere. The battle over, all the martial enthusiasm seemed + to have evaporated: many grumbled at the tiresome prospect of a winter in + country quarters, or cantoned in the field; some regretted the briefness + of the campaign; while others again complained that to return to France + after so little of active service would only expose them to ridicule from + their companions who had seen Italy and Egypt. + </p> + <p> + “Spare your sorrows on that score, my young friends,” said a colonel, who + listened patiently to the complaints around him; “we shall not see the + dome of the Invalides for some time yet. Except the <i>compagnie d'élite</i>, + I fancy few of us will figure on the Boulevards.” + </p> + <p> + “There, again,” cried another: “I never heard anything so unfair as that + <i>compagnie d'élite</i>; they have been, with two solitary exceptions, + taken from the cavalry. Austerlitz was to be the day of honor for the + infantry of France, said the bulletin.” + </p> + <p> + “And so it was,” interrupted a little dark-eyed major; “and I suppose his + Majesty thought we had enough of it on the field, and did not wish to + surfeit us with glory. But I ask pardon,” said he, turning towards me; + “monsieur is, if I mistake not, named one of the <i>élite</i>?” + </p> + <p> + As I replied in the affirmative, I observed all eyes turned towards me; + but not with any kindly expression,—far from it. I saw that there + was a deliberate canvass of me, as though to see by my outward man how I + could possibly deserve such a favor. + </p> + <p> + “Can you explain to us, Monsieur,” said the little major to me, “on what + principle the <i>élite</i> were chosen? For we have a thousand + contradictory reports in the camp: some say by ballot; some, that it was + only those who never soiled their jackets in the affair of the other day, + and looked fresh and smart.” + </p> + <p> + A burst of laughter from the rest interrupted the major's speech, for its + impertinence was quite sufficient to secure it many admirers. + </p> + <p> + “I believe, sir,” said I, angrily, “I can show you some reasons against + the selection of certain persons.” + </p> + <p> + As I got thus far, an officer whispered something into the major's ear, + who, with a roar of laughing, exclaimed,— + </p> + <p> + “A thousand pardons! ten thousand, <i>parbleu!</i> I did n't know you. It + was monsieur pinked François, the maître d'armes? Yes, yes; don't deny + it,” said he, as I made no reply whatever to a question I believed quite + irrelevant to the occasion,—“don't deny it. That lunge over the + guard was a thing to be proud of; and, by Jove! you shall not practise it + at my expense.” + </p> + <p> + This speech excited great amusement among the party, who seemed to + coincide perfectly with the reasoning of the speaker; while I myself + remained silent, unable to decide whether I ought to be annoyed or the + reverse. + </p> + <p> + “Come, Monsieur,” resumed the major, addressing me with courtesy, “I + ask-pardon for the liberty of my speech. By Saint Denis! if all the <i>compagnie + d'élite</i> have the same skill of fence, I 'll not question their + appointment.” + </p> + <p> + The candor of the avowal was too much for my gravity, and I now joined in + the mirth of his companions. + </p> + <p> + If I have mentioned so trivial an incident as this here, it is because I + wish to mark, even thus passingly, a trait of French military life. The + singular confession of a man who regretted his impertinence because he + discovered his adversary was a better swordsman, would, under any other + code or in any other country, have argued poltroonery. Not so here; no one + for a moment suspected his comrade's courage, nor could any circumstance + arise to make it doubtful save an actual instance of cowardice. The + inequality of the combat was reason enough for not engaging in it: the + odds were unfair, because duelling was like a game where each party was to + have an equal chance; and hence no shame was felt at declining a contest + where this inequality existed. + </p> + <p> + Such a system, it is obvious, could not have prevailed in communities + where duelling was only resorted to in extreme cases; but here it was an + every-day occurrence, and often formed but a brief interval, scarce + interrupting the current of an old friendship. Any resentful spirit, any + long-continued dislike to the party with whom you once fought, would have + been denounced as unofficer-like and ungenerous; and every day saw men + walking arm-inarm in closest intimacy, who but the morning before stood + opposed to each other's weapons. I now perceived the truth of what Minette + had once said, and which at the time I but imperfectly comprehended. + “Maître François will be less troublesome in future; and you, Lieutenant, + will have an easier life also.” + </p> + <p> + “Halt there!” shouted a sentry, as we approached the narrow causeway that + led up to the convent. We now discovered, that by a general order no one + was permitted to approach the hospital save such as were provided with a + leave from the medical staff. A bulletin of the deaths was daily published + on the guard-house, except which no other information was afforded of the + condition of the wounded; and to this we turned eagerly, and with anxious + hearts, lest we might read the name of some friend lost forever. I ran + over with a rapid glance the list, where neither St. Hilaire nor poor + Pioche occurred; and then, setting spurs to my horse, hurried back to my + quarters at the top of my speed. When I arrived, the preparations for the + departure of the <i>élite</i> were already in progress, and I had but time + to make my few arrangements for the road when the order came to join my + comrades. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. PARIS IN 1800 + </h2> + <p> + A portion of the Luxembourg was devoted to the reception of the <i>compagnie + d'élite</i> for whom a household on the most liberal scale was provided, a + splendid table maintained, and all that wealth and the taste of a + voluptuous age could suggest, procured, to make their life one of daily + magnificence and pleasure. Daru himself, the especial favorite of the + Emperor, took the head of the table each day, to which generally some of + the ministers were invited; while the “Moniteur” of every morning + chronicled the festivities, giving <i>éclat</i> to the most minute + circumstance, and making Paris re-echo to the glories of him of whose fame + they were but the messengers. The most costly equipages, saddle-horses of + great price, grooms in gorgeous liveries, all that could attract notice + and admiration, were put in requisition; while ceremonies of pomp went + forward day by day, and the deputation received in state the + congratulatory visits of different departments of the Government. + </p> + <p> + While thus this homage was paid to the semblance of Napoleon's glory, his + progress through Germany was one grand triumphal procession. One day we + read of his arrival at Munich, whither the Empress had gone to meet him. + There he was welcomed with the most frantic enthusiasm: he had restored to + them their army almost without loss, and covered with laurels; he had + elevated their elector to a throne; while he cemented the friendship + between the two nations by the marriage of Eugène Beauharnais with the + Princess of Bavaria. Another account would tell us of sixteen thousand + Russian prisoners on their way to France, accompanied by two thousand + cannon taken from the Austrians. All that could excite national enthusiasm + and gratify national vanity was detailed by the Government press, and + popular excitement raised to a higher pitch than in the wildest periods of + the Revolution. + </p> + <p> + Hourly was his arrival looked forward to with anxiety and impatience. + Fêtes on the most splendid scale of magnificence were in preparation, and + the public bodies of Paris held meetings to concert measures for his + triumphal reception. At last a telegraphic despatch announced his arrival + at Strasburg. He crossed the Rhine at the very place where, exactly one + hundred days before, he passed over on his march against the Austrians; + one hundred days of such glory as not even his career had equalled,—Ulm + and Austerlitz, vanquished Russia, and ruined Austria the trophies of this + brief space! Never had his genius shone with greater splendor; never had + Fortune shown herself 'more the companion of his destiny. + </p> + <p> + Each hour was now counted, and every thought turned to the day when he + might be expected to arrive; and on the 24th came the intelligence that + the Emperor was approaching Paris. He had halted part of a day at Nancy to + review some regiments of cavalry, and now might be expected in less than + twenty-four hours. The next morning all Paris awoke at an early hour; when + what was the surprise and disappointment to see the great flag floating + from the pavilion of the Tuileries! His Majesty had arrived during the + night, when, at once sending for the Minister of Finance, he proceeded, + without taking a moment's repose, to examine into the dreadful crisis + which threatened the Bank of France and the very existence of the + Government. + </p> + <p> + At eleven, the Council of State were assembled at the Tuileries; and at + twelve, a proclamation, dispersed through Paris, announced that M. Molien + was appointed minister, and M. Marbois was dismissed from his office. The + rapidity of these changes, and the avoidance of all public homage by the + Emperor, threw for several days a cast of gloom over the whole city; which + was soon dissipated by the reappearance of Napoleon, and the publication + of that celebrated report by M. Champagny in which the glories of France—her + victories, her acquisitions in wealth, territory, and influence—were + recited in terms whose adulation it would be now difficult to digest. + </p> + <p> + From that moment the festivities of Paris commenced, and with a splendor + unsurpassed by any period of the Empire. It was the Augustan era of + Napoleon's life in all that concerned the fine arts; for literature, + unhappily, did not flourish at any time beneath his reign. Gérard and + Gros, David, Ingres, and Isabey committed to canvas the glories of the + German campaigns; and the capitulation of Ulm, the taking of Vienna, the + passage of the Danube, and the field of Austerlitz still live in the + genius of these great painters. + </p> + <p> + The Opera, too, under the direction of Gimerosa, had attained to an + unwonted excellence; while Spontini and Boieldieu, in their separate + walks, gave origin to the school so distinctly that of the Comic Opera. + Still, the voluptuous tastes of the day prevailed above all; and the + ballet, and the strange conceptions of Nicolo, a Maltese composer,—in + which music, dancing, romance, and scenery all figured,—were the + passion of the time. + </p> + <p> + Dancing was, indeed, the great art of the era. Vestris and Trénis were the + great names in every <i>salon</i>; and all the extravagant graces and + voluptuous groupings of the ballet were introduced into the amusements of + society: even the taste in dress was made subordinate to this passion,—the + light and floating materials, which mark the figure and display symmetry, + replacing the heavier and more costly robes of former times. The reaction + to the stern puritanism of the Republican age had set in, and secretly was + favored by Napoleon himself; who saw in all this extravagance and + abandonment to pleasure the basis of that new social state on which he + purposed to found his dynasty. + </p> + <p> + Never were the entertainments at the Tuileries more costly; never was a + greater magnificence displayed in all the ceremonial of state. The + marshals of the Empire were enjoined to maintain a style corresponding to + their exalted position; and the reports of the police were actually + studied respecting such persons as lived in what was deemed a manner + unbefitting their means of expense. Cambacérès and Fouché, Talleyrand and + Murat, all maintained splendid establishments. Their dinners were given + twice each week, and their receptions were almost every evening. If the + Emperor conferred wealth with a liberal hand, so did he expect to see it + freely expended. He knew well the importance of conciliating the + affections of the <i>bourgeoisie</i> of Paris; and that by no other means + could such an end be accomplished more readily than by a lavish + expenditure of money throughout all classes of society. This was alone + wanting to efface every trace of the old Republican spirit. The simple + habits and uncostly tastes of the Jacobins were at once regarded as + meannesses; their frugal and unpretending modes of life pronounced low and + vulgar; and many, who could have opposed a stout heart against the current + of popular feeling on stronger grounds, yielded to the insinuations and + mockeries of their own class, and conformed to tastes which eventually + engendered opinions and even principles. + </p> + <p> + I ask pardon of my reader for digressing from the immediate subject of my + own career, to speak of topics which are rather the province of the + historian than a mere story-teller like myself; still, I should not be + able to present to his view the picture of manners I desired, without thus + recalling some features of that time, so pregnant with the fate of Europe + and the future destiny of France. And now to return. + </p> + <p> + Immediately on the Emperor's arrival, the Empress and her suite took their + departure for Versailles; from whence it was understood they were not to + return before the end of the month, for which time a splendid ball was + announced at the Tuileries. Unwilling to detain General d'Auvergne's + letter so long, and unable from the position I occupied to obtain leave of + absence from Paris, I forwarded the letter to the comtesse, and abandoned + the only hope of meeting her once more. The disappointment from this + source; the novelty of the circumstances in which I found myself; the + fascinations of a world altogether strange to me,—all conspired to + confuse and excite me, and I entered into the dissipation of those around + me, if not with all their zest, at least with as headlong a resolution to + drown all reflection in a life of voluptuous enjoyment. + </p> + <p> + The only person of my own standing among the <i>compagnie d'élite</i> was + a captain of the Chasseurs of the Guard, who, although but a few years my + senior, had seen service in the Italian campaign. By family a Bour-bonist, + he joined the revolutionary armies when his relatives fled from France, + and slowly won his steps to his present rank. A certain <i>hauteur</i> in + his manner with men—an air of distance he always wore—had made + him as little liked by them as it usually succeeds in making a man popular + with women, to whom the opposite seems at once a compliment. He was a man + who had seen much of the world, and in the best society; gifted with the + most fascinating address, whenever he pleased to exert it, and singularly + good-looking, he was the <i>beau idéal</i> of the French officer of the + highest class. + </p> + <p> + The Chevalier Duchesne and myself had travelled together for some days + without exchanging more than the ordinary civilities of distant + acquaintance, when some accident of the road threw us more closely + together, and ended by forming an intimacy which, in our Paris life, + brought us every hour into each other's society. + </p> + <p> + Stranger as I was in the capital, to me the acquaintance was a boon of + great price. He knew it thoroughly: in the gorgeous and stately <i>salons</i> + of the Faubourg; in the <i>guingettes</i> of the Rue St. Denis; in the + costly mansion of the modern banker (the new aristocracy of the land); or + in the homely <i>ménage</i> of the shopkeeper of the Rue St. Honoré,—he + was equally at home, and by some strange charm had the <i>entrée</i> too. + </p> + <p> + The same “sesame” opened to him the <i>coulisse</i> of the Opera and the + penetralia of the Français. In fact, he seemed one of those privileged + people who are met with occasionally in life in places the most + incongruous and with acquaintances the most opposite, yet never carrying + the prestige of the one or the other an inch beyond the precincts it + belongs to. Had he been wealthy I could have accounted for much of this, + for never was there a period when riches more abounded nor when their + power was more absolute: but he did not seem so; although in no want of + money, his retinue and simple style of living betrayed nothing beyond fair + competence. Neither, as far as I could perceive, did he incline to habits + of extravagance; on the contrary, he was too apt to connect every display + with vulgarity, and condemn in his fastidiousness the gorgeous splendor + that characterized the period. + </p> + <p> + Such, without going further, did Duchesne appear to be, as we took up our + quarters at the Luxembourg, and commenced an intimacy which each day + served to increase. + </p> + <p> + “Well, thank Heaven, this vaudeville is over at last!” said he, as he + threw himself into a large chair at my fire, and pitched his chapeau, all + covered with gold and embroidery, into a far corner of the room. + </p> + <p> + We had just returned from Notre Dame, where the grand ceremonial of + receiving the standards was held by the Senate with all the solemnity of a + high mass and the most imposing observances. + </p> + <p> + “Vaudeville?” said I, turning round rapidly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; what else can you call it? What, I ask you, had those poor decrepit + senators, those effeminate priests in the costumes of <i>béguines</i>, to + do with the eagles of a brave but unfortunate army? In what way can you + connect that incense and that organ with the smoke of artillery and the + crash of mitraille? And, lastly, was it like old Daru himself to stand + there, half crouching, beside some wretched half-palsied priest? But I + feel heartily ashamed of myself, though I played but the smallest part in + the whole drama.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it thus you can speak of the triumph of our army? the glories—” + </p> + <p> + “You mistake me much. I only speak of that miserable mockery which + converts our hard-won laurels into chap-lets of artificial flowers. These + displays are far beneath us, and would only become the victories of some + national guard.” + </p> + <p> + “So, then,” said I, half laughingly, “it is your Republican gorge that + rises against all this useless ceremonial?” + </p> + <p> + “You are the very first ever detected me in that guise,” said he, bursting + into a hearty laugh. “But come, I'd wager you agree with me all this + while. This was a very contemptible exhibition; and, for my own part, I 'd + rather see the colors back again with those poor fellows we chased at + Austerlitz, than fluttering in the imbecile hands of dotage and bigotry.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I must say we differ totally. I like to think of the warlike spirit + nourished in a nation by the contemplation of such glorious spoils. I am + young enough to remember how the Invalides affected me—” + </p> + <p> + “When you took your Sunday walk there from the Poly-technique, two and + two, with a blue ribbon round your neck for being a good boy during the + week. Oh, I know it all; delicious times they were, with their souvenirs + of wooden legs and plum-pudding. Happy fellow you must be, if the delusion + can last this while!” + </p> + <p> + “You are determined it shall not continue much longer,” said I, laughing; + “that is quite evident.” + </p> + <p> + “No; on the contrary, I shall be but too happy to be your convert, instead + of making you mine. But unfortunately, Sa Majesté, Empereur et Roi, has + taught me some smart lessons since I gave up mathematics; and I have + acquired a smattering of his own policy, which is to look after the + substance, and leave the shadow—or the <i>drapeau</i>, if you like + it better—to whoever pleases.” + </p> + <p> + “I confess, however,” said I, “I don't well understand your enthusiasm + about war and your indifference about its trophies. To me the associations + they suggest are pleasurable beyond anything.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I remember something of that kind in myself formerly,” said he, + musing. “There was a time when the blast of a trumpet, or even the clank + of a sabre, used to set my heart thumping. Happily, however, the organ has + grown steeled against even more stirring sounds; and I listened to the + salute to-day, fired as it was by that imposing body, the artillery of the + 'Garde Nationale,' with an equanimity truly wonderful. Apropos, my dear + Burke; talk of heroism and self-devotion as you will, but show me anything + to compare with the gallantry of those fellows we saw to-day on the Quai + Voltaire,—a set of grocers, periwig-makers, umbrella and sausage + men, with portly paunches and spectacles,—ramming down charges, + sponging, loading, and firing real cannon. On my word of honor, it was + fearful.” + </p> + <p> + “They say his Majesty is very proud indeed of the National Guard of + Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course he is. Look at them, and just think what must be the enthusiasm + of men who will adopt a career so repugnant, not only to their fancy, but + their very formation. Remember that he who runs yonder with a twenty-four + pounder never handled anything heavier than a wig-block, and that the only + charges of the little man beside him have been made in his day-book. By + Saint Denis! the dromedary guard we had in Egypt were more at home in + their saddles than the squadron who rode beside the archbishop's + carriage.” + </p> + <p> + “It is scarcely fair, after all,” said I, half laughing, “to criticise + them so severely; and the more, as I think you had some old acquaintances + among them.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! you saw that, did you?” said he, smiling. “No, by Jove! I never met + them before. But that <i>confrèrie</i> of soldiers—you understand—soon + made us acquainted; and I saw one old fellow speaking to a very pretty + girl I guessed to be his daughter, and soon cemented a small friendship + with him: here's his card.” + </p> + <p> + “His card! Why, are you to visit him?” + </p> + <p> + “Better again; I shall dine there on Monday next. Let us see how he calls + himself: 'Hippolyte Pierrot, stay and corset-maker to her Majesty the + Empress, No. 22 Rue du Bac,—third floor above the <i>entresol.</i>' + <i>Diable!</i> we 're high up. Unfortunately, I am scarcely intimate + enough to bring a friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, make no excuses on that head,” said I, laughing; “I really have no + desire to see Monsieur Hippolyte Pierrot's <i>menage</i>. And now, what + are your engagements for this evening? Are you for the Opera?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't well know,” said he, pausing. “Madame Caulaincourt receives, and + of course expects to see our gay jackets in her <i>salon</i> any time + before or after supper. Then there's the Comtesse de Nevers: I never go + there without meeting my tailor; the fellow's a spy of the police, and a + confectioner to boot, and he serves the ices, and reports the + conversations in the Place Vendôme and that side of the Rue St. Honoré,—I + couldn't take a glass of lemonade without being dunned. Then, in the + Faubourg I must go in plain clothes,—they would not let the 'livery + of the Usurper' pass the porter's lodge; besides, they worry one with + their enthusiastic joy or grief,—as the last letter from England + mentions whether the Comte d'Artois has eaten too many oysters, or found + London beer too strong for him.” + </p> + <p> + “From all which I guess that you are indisposed to stir.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe that is about the fact. Truth is, Burke, there is only one + soirée in all Paris I 'd take the trouble to dress for this evening; and, + strange enough, it's the only house where I don't know the people. He is a + commissary-general, or a 'fournisseur' of some kind or other of the army; + always from home, they say; with a wife who was once, and a daughter who + is now, exceeding pretty; keeps a splendid house; and, like an honest man, + makes restitution of all he can cheat in the campaign by giving good + dinners in the capital. His Majesty, at the solicitation of the Empress, I + believe, made him a count,—God's mercy it was not a king!—and + as they come from Guadaloupe, or Otaheite, no one disputes their right. + Besides, this is not a time for such punctilio. This is all I know of + them, for unfortunately they settled here since I joined the army.” + </p> + <p> + “And the name?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a very plausible name, I assure you. Lacostellerie,—Madame la + Comtesse de Lacostellerie.” + </p> + <p> + “By Jove! you remind me I have letters for her,—a circumstance I had + totally forgotten, though it was coupled with a commission.” + </p> + <p> + “A letter! Why, nothing was ever so fortunate. Don't lose a moment; you + have just time to leave it, with your card, before dinner. You'll have an + invitation for this evening at once.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have not the slightest wish.” + </p> + <p> + “No matter, <i>I</i> have; and you shall bring me.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget,” said I, mimicking his own words, “I am unfortunately not + intimate enough.” + </p> + <p> + “As to that,” replied he, “there is a vast difference between the + etiquette Rue du Bac, No. 22, three floors above the <i>entresol</i>, and + the gorgeous <i>salons</i> of the Hôtel Clichy, Rue Faubourg St. Honoré; + ceremony has the advantage in the former by a height of three pair of + stairs, not to speak of the <i>entresol</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “But I don't know the people.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I.” + </p> + <p> + “But how am I to present you?” + </p> + <p> + “Easily enough,—'Captain Duchesne, Imperial Guard;' or, if you + prefer it, I 'll do the honors for <i>you</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “With all my heart, then,” said I, laughing; and pre-pared to pay the + visit in question. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. THE HÔTEL DE CLICHY + </h2> + <p> + Duchesne was correct in all his calculations. I had scarcely reached the + Luxembourg when a valet brought me a card for the comtesse's soirée for + that evening. It was accordingly agreed upon that we were to go together; + I as the invited, he as my friend. + </p> + <p> + “All your finery, Burke, remember that,” said he, as we separated to + dress. “The uniform of the <i>compagnie d'élite</i> is as much a + decoration in a <i>salon</i> as a camellia or a geranium.” + </p> + <p> + When he re-entered my room half an hour later, I was struck by the blaze + of orders and decorations with which his jacket was covered; while at his + side there hung a magnificent <i>sabre d'honneur</i>, such as the Emperor + was accustomed to confer on his most distinguished officers. + </p> + <p> + “You smile at all this bravery,” said he, wilfully misinterpreting my look + of admiration; “but remember where we are going.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary,” interrupted I; “but it is the first time I knew you had + the cross of the Legion.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu!</i>” said he, with an insolent shrug of his shoulders, “I had + lent it to my hairdresser for a ball at the 'Cirque.' But here comes the + carriage.” + </p> + <p> + While we drove along towards the Faubourg I had time to learn some further + particulars of the people to whose house we were proceeding; and for my + reader's information may as well impart them here, with such other facts + as I subsequently collected myself. + </p> + <p> + Like most of the <i>salons</i> of the new aristocracy, Madame + Lacostellerie received people of every section of party and every class of + political opinion. Standing equally aloof from the old régime and the + members of the Jacobin party, her receptions were a kind of neutral + territory, where each could come without compromise of dignity: for + already, except among the most starched adherents of the Bourbons, few of + whom remained in France, there was a growing spirit to side with the + Napoleonists in preference to the revolutionary section; while the latter, + with all their pretensions to simplicity and primitive tastes, felt no + little pride in mixing with the very aristocracy they so loudly inveighed + against. Besides all this, wealth had its prestige. Never, in the palmiest + days of the royalty, were entertainments of greater splendor; and the + Legitimists, however disposed to be critical on the company, could afford + to be just regarding the cuisine,—the luxury of these modern dinners + eclipsing the most costly displays of former times, where hereditary rank + and ancient nobility contributed to adorn the scene. And, lastly, the + admixture of every grade and class extended the field of conversational + agreeability, throwing in new elements and eliciting new features in a + society where peers, actors, poets, bankers, painters, soldiers, + speculators, journalists, and adventurers were confusedly mixed together; + making, as it were, a common fund of their principles and their + prejudices, and starting anew in life with what they could seize in the + scramble. + </p> + <p> + After following the long line of carriages for above an hour, we at last + turned into a large courtyard, lit up almost to the brightness of day. + Here the equipages of many of the ministers were standing,—a + privilege accorded to them above the other guests. I recognized among the + number the splendid liveries of Decrès; and the stately carriage of + Talleyrand, whose household always proclaimed itself as belonging to a + “seigneur” of the oldest blood of France,—the most perfect type of a + highbred gentleman. Our progress from the vestibule to the stairs was a + slow one. The double current of those pressing upwards and downwards + delayed us long; and at last we reached a spacious antechamber, where even + greater numbers stood awaiting their turn, if happily it should come, to + move forward. + </p> + <p> + While here, the names of those announced conveyed tous a fair impression + of the whole company. Among the first was Le General Junot, Berthollet + (the celebrated chemist), Lafayette, Monges, Daru, Comte de Mailles (a + Legitimist noble), David (the regicide), the Ambassador of Prussia, M. + Pasquier, Talma. Such were the names we heard following in quick + succession; when suddenly an avenue was opened by a master of the + ceremonies before me, who read from my card the words, “Le Capitaine + Burke, officier d'élite; le Chevalier Duchesne, présenté par lui.” And + advancing within the doorway, I found myself opposite a very handsome + woman, whose brilliant dress and blaze of diamonds concealed any ravages + time might have made upon her beauty. + </p> + <p> + She was conversing with the Arch-Chancellor, Cambacérès, when my name was + announced; and turning rapidly round, touched my arm with her bouquet, as + she said, with a most gracious smile,— + </p> + <p> + “I am but too much flattered to see you on so short an invitation; but M. + de Tascher's note led me to hope I might presume so far. Your friend, I + believe?” + </p> + <p> + “I have taken the great liberty—” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, Madame la Comtesse,” said Duchesne, interrupting, “I must + exculpate my friend here. This intrusion rests on my own head, and has no + other apology than my long cherished wish to pay my homage to the most + distinguished ornament of the Parisian world.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, the quiet flow of his words, and the low deferential bow with + which he accompanied them, completely divested his speech of its tone of + gross flattery, and merely made it seem a very fitting and appropriate + expression. + </p> + <p> + “This would be a very high compliment, indeed,” replied Madame de + Lacostellerie, with a flush of evident pleasure on her cheek, “had it even + come from one less known than the Chevalier Duchesne. I hope the Duchesse + de Montserrat is well,—your aunt, if I mistake not?” “Yes, Madame,” + said he, “in excellent health; it will afford her great pleasure when I + inform her of your polite inquiry.” + </p> + <p> + Another announcement now compelled us to follow the current in front, + which I was well content to do, and escape from an interchange of fine + speeches, of whose sincerity, on one side at least, I had very strong + misgivings. + </p> + <p> + “So, then, the comtesse is acquainted with your family?” said I, in a + whisper. + </p> + <p> + “Who said so?” replied he, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Did she not ask after the Duchesse de Montserrat?” + </p> + <p> + “And then?” + </p> + <p> + “And didn't you promise to convey her very kind message?” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure I did. But are you simple enough to think that either of us + were serious in what we said? Why, my dear friend, she never saw my aunt + in her life; nor, if I were to hint at her inquiry for her to the + duchesse, am I certain it would not cost me something like a half million + of francs the old lady has left me in her will,—on my word, I firmly + believe she'd never forgive it. You know little what these people of the + <i>vieille roche</i>, as they call themselves, are like. Do you see that + handsome fellow yonder, with a star on a blue cordon?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know him; but I see he's a Marshal of France.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I saw that same aunt of mine rise up and leave the room because <i>he</i> + sat down in her presence!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! that was intolerable.” + </p> + <p> + “So she deemed his insolence. Come, move on; they 're dancing in the next + <i>salon</i>.” And without saying more, we pushed through the crowd in the + direction of the music. + </p> + <p> + It is only by referring to the sensations experienced by those who see a + ballet at the Opera for the first time that I can at all convey my own on + entering the <i>salle de danse</i>. My first feeling was that of absolute + shame. Never before had I seen that affectation of stage costume which + then was the rage in society. The short and floating jupe—formed of + some light and gauzy texture, which, even where it covered the figure, + betrayed the form and proportions of the wearer—was worn low on the + bosom and shoulders, and attached at the waist by a ribbon, whose knot + hung negligently down in seeming disorder. The hair fell in long and + floating masses loose upon the neck, waving in free tresses with every + motion of the figure, and adding to that air of abandon which seemed so + studiously aimed at. But more than anything in mere costume was the look + and expression, in which a character of languid voluptuousness was + written, and made to harmonize with the easy grace of floating movements, + and sympathize with gestures full of passionate fascination. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0007" id="linkimage-0007"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/130.jpg" alt="The Dance 130 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Now, Burke,” said Duchesne, as he threw his eyes over the room, “shall I + find a partner for you? for I believe I know most of the people here. That + pretty blonde yonder, with the diamond buckles in her shoes, is + Mademoiselle de Rancy, with a dowry of some millions of francs; what say + you to pushing your fortune there? Don't forget the <i>officier d'élite</i> + is a trump card just now; and there's no time to lose, for there will soon + be a new deal.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if she had the throne of France in reversion,” said I; turning away + in disgust from a figure which, though perfectly beautiful, outraged at + every movement that greatest charm of womanhood,—her inborn modesty. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, then, you don't fancy a blonde!” said he, carelessly, whether + wilfully misunderstanding me or not I could not say. “Nor I either,” added + he. “There, now, is something far more to my taste; is she not a lovely + girl?” + </p> + <p> + She to whom he now directed my attention was standing at the side of the + room, and leaning on her partner's arm; her head slightly turned, so that + we could not see her features, but her figure was actually faultless. Hers + was not one of those gossamer shapes which flitted around and about us, + balancing on tiptoe, or gracefully floating with extending arms. Rather + strongly built than otherwise, she stood with the firm foot and the + straight ankle of a marble statue; her arms, well rounded, hung easily + from her full, wide shoulders; while her head, slightly thrown back, was + balanced on her neck with an air at once dignified and easy. Her dress + well suited the character of her figure: it was entirely of black, covered + with a profusion of deep lace,—the jupe looped up in Andalusian + fashion to display the leg, whose symmetry was perfect. Even her costume, + however, had something about it too theatrical for my taste; but there was + a stamp of firmness, <i>fierté</i> even, in her carriage and her attitude, + that at once showed hers was no vulgar desire of being remarkable, but the + womanly consciousness of being dressed as became her. She suddenly turned + her head around, and we both exclaimed in the same breath, “How lovely!” + Her features were of that brilliant character only seen in Southern blood: + eyes large, black, and lustrous, fringed with lashes that threw their + shadow on the very cheek; full lips, curled with an air of almost saucy + expression; while the rich olive tint of her transparent skin was scarce + colored with the pink flush of exercise, and harmonized perfectly with the + proud repose of her countenance. + </p> + <p> + “She must be Spanish,—that's certain,” said Duchesne. “No one ever + saw such an instep come from this side the Pyrenees; and those eyes have + got their look of sleepy wickedness from Moorish blood. But here comes one + will tell us all about her.” + </p> + <p> + This was the Baron de Trève,—a withered-looking, dried-up old man, + rouged to the eyes, and dressed in the extravagance of the last fashion; + the high collar of his coat rising nearly to the back of his head, as his + deep cravat in front entirely concealed his mouth, and formed a kind of + barrier around his features. + </p> + <p> + As Duchesne addressed him, he stopped short, and assuming an attitude of + great intended grace, raised his glass slowly to his eye, and looked + towards the lady. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! the señorina. Don't you know <i>her?</i> Why, where have you been, my + dear chevalier? Oh! I forgot. You've been in Austria, or Russia, or some + barbarous place or other. She is the belle, <i>par excellence</i>; nothing + else is talked of in Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “But her name? Who is she?” said Duchesne, impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “Mademoiselle de Lacostellerie, the daughter of the house,” said the + baron, completely overcome with astonishment at our ignorance. “And you + not to know this!—you, of all men living! Why,” he continued, + dropping his voice to a lower key, “there never was such a fortune. Mines + of rubies and emeralds; continents of coffee, rice, and sandal-wood; spice + islands and sugar plantations, to make one's mouth water.” + </p> + <p> + “By Jove, Baron! you seem somewhat susceptible yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I had my thoughts on the subject,” said he, with a half sigh. “But, <i>hélas!</i> + there are so many ties to be broken! so many tender chains one must snap + asunder!” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” said Duchesne, with an air of well-assumed seriousness; + “the thing was impossible. Now, then, what say you to assist a friend?” + </p> + <p> + “You,—yourself, do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, Baron; no other.” + </p> + <p> + “Come this way,” said the old man, taking him by the arm, and leading him + along to another part of the room, while Duchesne, with a sly look at me, + followed. + </p> + <p> + While I stood awaiting his return, my thoughts became fixed on Duchesne + himself, of whose character I never felt free from my misgivings. The cold + indifference he manifested on ordinary occasions to everything and + everybody, I now saw could give way to strong impetuosity; but even this + might be assumed also. As I pondered thus, I had not remarked that the + dance was concluded; and already the dancers were proceeding towards their + seats, when I heard my name uttered beside me,—“Capitaine Burke.” I + turned; it was the countess herself, leaning on the arm of her daughter. + </p> + <p> + “I wish to present you to my daughter,” said she, with a courteous smile. + “The college friend and brother officer of your cousin Tascher, Pauline.” + </p> + <p> + The young lady courtesied with an air of cold reserve; I bowed deeply + before her; while the countess continued,— + </p> + <p> + “We hope to have the pleasure of seeing you frequently during your stay in + Paris, when we shall have a better opportunity of making your + acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + As I expressed my sense of this politeness, I turned to address a few + words to mademoiselle; and requesting to have the honor of dancing with + her, she looked at me with an air of surprise, as though not understanding + my words, when suddenly the countess interposed,— + </p> + <p> + “I fear that my daughter's engagements have been made long since; but + another night—” + </p> + <p> + “I will hope—” + </p> + <p> + But before I could say more, the countess addressed another person near + her, and mademoiselle, turning her head superciliously away, did not deign + me any further attention; so that, abashed and awkward at so unfavorable a + <i>début</i> in the gay world, I fell back, and mixed with the crowd. + </p> + <p> + As I did so, I found myself among a group of officers, one of whom was + relating an anecdote just then current in Paris, and which I mention + merely as illustrating in some measure the habits of the period. + </p> + <p> + At the levée of the Emperor on the morning before, an old general of + brigade advanced to pay his respects, when Napoleon observed some drops of + rain glistening on the embroidery of his uniform. He immediately turned + towards one of his suite, and gave orders to ascertain by what carriage + the general had arrived. The answer was, that he had come in a <i>fiacre</i>,—a + hired vehicle, which by the rules of the Court was not admitted within the + court of the Tuileries, and thus he was obliged to walk above one hundred + yards before he could obtain shelter. The old officer, who knew nothing of + the tender solicitude of the Emperor, was confounded with astonishment to + observe at his departure a handsome <i>calèche</i> and two splendid horses + at his service. + </p> + <p> + “Whose carriage is this?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “Yours, Monsieur le Général.” + </p> + <p> + “And the servant, and the horses?” + </p> + <p> + “Yours, also. His Majesty has graciously been pleased to order them for + you; and desires you will remember that the sum of six thousand francs + will be deducted from your pay to meet the cost of the equipage which the + Emperor deems befitting your rank in the service.” + </p> + <p> + “It is thus,” said the narrator, “the Emperor would enforce that + liberality on others he so eminently displays himself. The spoils of Italy + and Austria are destined, not to found a new <i>noblesse</i>, but to + enrich the <i>bourgeoisie</i> of this good city of Paris. I say, Edward, + is not that Duchesne yonder? I thought he was above patronizing the <i>salons</i> + of a mere commissary-general.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't know the chevalier,” replied the other; “no game flies too high + or too low for his mark. Depend upon it, he's not here for nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “If mademoiselle be the object,” said a third, “I'll swear he shall have + no rivalry on my side. By Jove I I 'd rather face a charge of Hulans than + speak to her.” + </p> + <p> + “If thou wert a Marshal of France, Claude, thou wouldst think + differently.” + </p> + <p> + “If I were a Marshal of France,” repeated he, with energy, “I'd rather + marry Minette, the vivandière of ours.” + </p> + <p> + “And no bad choice either,” broke in a large! heavy-looking officer. + “There is but one objection to such an arrangement.” + </p> + <p> + “And that, if I might ask—” + </p> + <p> + “Simple enough. She would n't have you.” + </p> + <p> + The young man endeavored to join in the laugh this speech excited among + the rest, though it was evident he felt ill at ease from the ridicule. + </p> + <p> + “A thousand pardons, my dear Burke,” said Duchesne, at this moment, as he + slipped his arm through mine; “but I thought I should have been in need of + your services a few minutes ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! how?” + </p> + <p> + “Move a little aside, and I 'll tell you. I wished to ask mademoiselle to + dance, and approached her for the purpose. She was standing with a number + of people, all strangers to me, at the doorway yonder,—Dobretski, + that Russian prince, the only man I knew amongst them. A very chilling + 'Engaged, sir,' was the answer of the lady to my first request. The same + reply met my second and third; when the Russian, as if desirous to + increase the awkwardness of my position, interposed with, 'And the fourth + set mademoiselle dances with me.' + </p> + <p> + “'In that case,' said I, 'I may fairly claim the fifth.' + </p> + <p> + “'On what grounds, sir?' said she, with a look of easy impertinence. + </p> + <p> + “'The Emperor's orders, Mademoiselle,' said I, proudly. + </p> + <p> + “'Indeed, sir! May I ask how and when?' + </p> + <p> + “'Austerlitz, December 2. The order of four o'clock, dated from Reygern, + says, “The Imperial Guard will follow closely on the track of the + Russians.” (Signed) “Napoleon.”' + </p> + <p> + “'In that case, sir,' said she, 'I cannot dispute his Majesty's orders. I + shall dance the fifth with you.'” + </p> + <p> + “And the Russian,—what said he?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ma foi!</i> I paid no attention to him; for as mademoiselle moved off + with her partner, I strolled away in search of you.” + </p> + <p> + If I was amused at this recital of the chevalier, I could not avoid + feeling piqued at the greater success he had than myself; for still the + chilling reception I had met with was rankling in my mind. + </p> + <p> + “Let us move away from this quarter,” said Duchesne. “Here we have got + ourselves among a knot of old campaigners, with their stupid stories of + Cairo and Acre, Alexandria and the Adige. By Jove! if anything would make + me a Legitimist, it is my disgust at those confounded narratives about + Kleber and Desaix; the Emperor himself does not despise the time of the + Revolution more heartily than I do. Come, there's <i>bouillotte</i> + yonder; let us go and win some pieces. I feel I'm in vein; and even to + lose would be better than listen to these people. It was only a few + minutes ago I was hunted, away from Madame de Muraire by old Berthollet, + who is persuading her that her diamonds are but charcoal, and that a + necklace is only fit to roast an ortolan. This comes of letting savants + into society; decidedly, they had much better taste in the time of the + Monarchy.” + </p> + <p> + It was with some difficulty we succeeded in approaching the <i>bouillotte</i> + table, where, to judge from the stakes, very high play was going forward. + Duchesne was quickly recognized among the players, who made place for him + among them. I soon saw that he was not mistaken in supposing he was in + luck; every <i>coup</i> was successful, and, while he continued to win + time after time, the heap of gold grew greater, till it covered the part + of the table before him. + </p> + <p> + “Most certainly, Burke,” said he, in a whisper, “this is a strong turn of + Fortune, who, being a woman, won't long be of the same mind. Five thousand + francs,” cried he, throwing the <i>billet de banque</i> carelessly before + him, while he turned to resume what he was saying to me. “Were I in action + now, I 'd win the <i>bâton de maréchal</i>. I feel it; there's an innate + sense of luck when it means to be steady.” + </p> + <p> + “The Chevalier Duchesne! the Chevalier Duchesne!” was repeated from voice + to voice, outside the circle; “Mademoiselle de Lacostellerie is waiting to + waltz with you.” + </p> + <p> + “A thousand pardons,” said he, rising. “Burke, continue my game, while I + try if I can't push fortune the whole way.” So saying, and without + listening to my excuses about ignorance of play, he pressed me into his + seat, and pushed his way through the crowd to join the dancers. + </p> + <p> + It was only when the players asked me if I intended to go on that I was + aware of the position in which I found myself. I knew little more of the + game than I had learned in looking over the table; but I was aware of the + strict etiquette in all the play of society, which enjoins a revenge to + every loser, so that I continued to bet and stake for Duchesne as I had + seen him do already,—not, however, with such fortune. He had + scarcely left the table when luck changed; and now I saw his riches + decreasing even more rapidly than they had been accumulated. At last, + after a long run of ill fortune, when I had staked a very large sum on the + board, just as the banker was about to begin, I changed my mind and + withdrew half of it. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,—let it stay,” whispered a voice in my ear; “the sooner this + is over the better.” + </p> + <p> + I turned. It was Duchesne himself, who for some time had been seated + behind my chair and looking on at the game. + </p> + <p> + Fleeting as was the glance I had of his features, I fancied they were + somewhat paler than usual. Could this be from the turn of fortune? But no. + I watched him now, and I perceived that he never even looked at the game. + At last, I staked all that remained in one <i>coup</i>, and lost; when, + drawing forth my own purse, I was about to make another bet,— + </p> + <p> + “No, no, Burke,” whispered he in my ear; “I was only waiting for this + moment. Let us come away now. I rise as I sat down, Messieurs,” he said, + gayly; while he added, in a lower tone, “Sauf l'honneur.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you had enough of gayety for one night?” said he, as he drew my arm + within his. “Shall we turn home wards?” + </p> + <p> + “Willingly,” said I; for somehow I felt chagrined and vexed at my + ill-luck, and was angry with myself for playing. + </p> + <p> + “Come along, then; this door will bring us to the stairs.” + </p> + <p> + As we passed along hastily through the crowd, I saw that a young officer + in a hussar uniform whispered something in Duchesne's ear; to which he + quickly replied, “Certainly.” And as he spoke again in the same low tone, + Duchesne answered, “Agreed, sir,” with a courteous smile, and a look of + much pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Burke,” said he, turning to me, “these are about the most splendid + <i>salons</i> in Paris; I think I never saw more perfect taste. I + certainly must thank you for being my chaperon here.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget, Duchesne, the Duchesse de Montserrat, it seems,” said I, + laughing. + </p> + <p> + “By Jove, and so I had!” said he. “Yet the initiative lay with you; how + the termination may be is another matter,” added he, in a mumbling voice, + not intended to be heard. + </p> + <p> + “At all events,” said I, puzzled what to say, and feeling I should say + something, “I am happy your Russian friend took no notice of your speech.” + </p> + <p> + “And why?” said he, with a peculiar smile,—“and why?” + </p> + <p> + “I abhor a duel, in the first place.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear boy, that speech smacks much more of the École de Jésuites + than of St. Cyr. Don't let any one less your friend than I am hear you say + so.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not who may hear it. Necessity may make me meet an adversary in + single combat; but as to acting the cold-blooded part of a bystander—as + to being the witness of my friend's crime, or his own death—” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come; when you exchange the dolman for an alb I 'll listen to this + from you, if I can listen to it from any one. But happily, now we have no + time for more morality, for here comes the carriage.” + </p> + <p> + Chatting pleasantly about the soirée and its company, we rolled along + towards our quarters, and parted with a cordial shake of the hand for the + night. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. A SALLE DE POLICE + </h2> + <p> + When I entered the breakfast-room the following morning, I found Duchesne + stretched before the fire in an easy-chair, busily engaged in reading the + “Moniteur” of that day, where a long list of imperial <i>ordonnances</i> + filled nearly three columns. + </p> + <p> + “Here have I been,” said he, “conning over this catalogue of princely + favor these twenty minutes, and yet cannot discern one word of our + well-beloved cousins Captains Burke and Duchesne. And yet there seems to + be a hailstorm of promotions. Some of them have got grand duchies; some + principalities; some have the cross of the Legion; and here, by Jove! are + some endowed with wives. Now that his Majesty has taken to christening and + marrying, I suppose we shall soon see him administering all the succors of + Holy Church. Have you much interest in hearing that Talleyrand is to be + called Prince of Benevente, and Murat is now Grand-Duke of Berg,—that + Sebastiani is to be married to Mademoiselle de Coigny, and Monsieur + Decazes, <i>fils de</i> M. Decazes, has taken some one else to wife? Oh + dear, oh dear! It's all very tiresome, and not even the fête of Saint + Napoleon—” + </p> + <p> + “Of whom?” said I, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Saint Napoleon, <i>parbleu!</i> It's no joking matter, I assure you. Here + is the letter of the cardinal legate to the arch-bishops and bishops of + France, commanding that the first Sunday in the August of each year should + be set apart to celebrate his saintship, with an account of the + processions to take place, and various plenary indulgences to the pious + who shall present themselves on the occasion. Fouché could tell you the + names of some people who bled freely to get rid of all this trumpery; and, + in good sooth, it's rather hard, if we could not endure Saint Louis, to be + obliged to tolerate Saint Napoleon,—saints, like Bordeaux wine, + being all the more palatable when they have age to mellow them. I could + forgive anything, however, but this system of forced marriages; it smacks + too much of old Frederick for my taste. And one cannot always have the + luck of your friend General d'Auvergne.” + </p> + <p> + I felt my cheek grow burning hot at the words. Duchesne did not notice my + confusion, but continued,— + </p> + <p> + “And yet, of all the ill-assorted unions for which his sainted Majesty + will have to account hereafter, that was unquestionably the most + extraordinary.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have heard, and I believe too, that the marriage was not of the + Emperor's making; it was purely a matter of liking.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Burke,” said he, laughing, “you will not tell me that the + handsomest girl at the Court, with a large dowry, an ancient name, and + every advantage of position, marries an old weather-beaten soldier—the + senior officer of her own father once—of her own free will and + choice. The thing is absurd. No, no; these are the Imperial recompenses, + when grand duchies are scarce and confiscations few. The Emperor does not + travel for nothing. He brought back with him from Egypt something besides + his Mameluke Guard: that clever trick the pachas have of providing a + favorite with an ex-sultana. There, there! don't look so angrily. We shall + both be marshals of France one of these days, and that may reconcile one + to a great deal.” + </p> + <p> + “You are determined to owe nothing of your promotion to a blind devotion + to Napoleon,—that's certain,” said I, annoyed at the tone of + insolent disparagement in which he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “You are right,—perfectly right there,” replied he, in a quiet tone + of voice. “No man would rather hug himself up in an illusion, if he could + but make it minister to his pleasure or his enjoyment; but when it does + neither,—when the material is so flimsy as to be seen through at + every minute,—I throw it from me as a worthless garment, unfit to + wear.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you, then, deem Napoleon's glory such?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, to me it is. How am I a sharer in his triumphs, save as the + charger that marches in the cavalcade? You don't perceive that I, as the + descendant of an old Loyalist family, would have fared far better with the + Bourbons, from reasons of blood and kindred; and a hundred times better + with the Jacobins, from very recklessness.” + </p> + <p> + “How then came it—” + </p> + <p> + “I will spare you the question. I liked neither emigration nor the + guillotine, and preferred the slow suffering of ennui to the quick death + of the scaffold. There has been but one career in France for many a day + past. I adopted it as much from necessity as choice; I followed it more + from habit than either.” + </p> + <p> + “But you cannot be insensible to the greatness of your country, nor her + success in arms.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor am I; but these things are a small ingredient in patriotism. You, the + stranger, share with us all our triumphs in the field. But the inherent + features of a nation,—the distinctive traits of which every son of + the soil feels proud,—where are they now? What is France to me more + than to you? One half my kindred are exiled; of those who remain, many + regard me as a renegade. Their properties confiscated, themselves + suspected, what tie binds them to this country? You are not more an alien + here than I am.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, Duchesne, you shed your blood freely for this same cause you + condemn. You charged the Pratzen, some days ago, with four squadrons, + against a whole column of Russian cavalry.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and would again to-morrow, boy. Had you been a gambler, I need n't + have told you that it is the game, not the stake, that interests the real + gamester. But come, do not fancy I want to make you a convert to these + tiresome theories of mine. What say you to the pretty Mademoiselle + Pauline? Did you admire her much?” + </p> + <p> + “She is unquestionably very handsome; but, if I must confess it, her + manner towards me was too ungracious to make me loud in her praise.” + </p> + <p> + “I like that, I vow,” said Duchesne; “that saucy air has an indescribable + charm for me. I don't know if it is not the very thing which pleases me + most about her. She has been spoiled by flattery and admiration; for her + beauty and her fortune are prizes in the great wheel. And that she is + aware of the fact is nothing wonderful, considering that she hears it + repeated every evening of her life, by every-rank in the service, from a + marshal of France down to—a captain in the <i>chasseurs à cheval</i>,” + said he, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Who, probably, was one of the last to tell her so,” said I, looking at + him slyly. + </p> + <p> + “What have we here?” said he, suddenly, without paying any attention to my + remark, as he again took up the “Moniteur.” “'It is rumored that the + Russian Prince, Drobretski, was dangerously wounded this morning in an + affair of honor. The names of the other party and the seconds are still + unknown; but the efforts of the police, stimulated by the express command + of the Emperor, will, it is to be hoped, succeed in discovering them ere + long.'” + </p> + <p> + “Is not that the name of your Russian friend of last night, Duchesne?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. And the same person, too, formerly Russian minister at Madrid, and + latterly residing on his parole at Paris,” continued he, reading from the + paper. “'The very decided part his Majesty has taken against the practice + of duelling is strengthened on this occasion by a recent order of council + respecting the prisoners on parole.' <i>Diable!</i> Burke, what a + scrupulous turn Napoleon seems to have taken in regard to these Cossacks! + And here follows a long list of witnesses who have seen nothing, and + suspicious circumstances that occur every morning in the week without + remark. After all, I don't think the Empire has advanced us much on the + score of police,—the same threadbare jests, the same old practical + jokes, amused the <i>bourgeoisie</i> in the time of Louis the Fourteenth.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't clearly understand your meaning.” + </p> + <p> + “It is simply this,—that every Government of France, from Pepin + downwards, has understood the value of throwing public interest, from time + to time, on a false scent, and to this end has maintained a police. Now, + if for any cause his Majesty thought proper to incarcerate that Russian + prince in the Temple or La Force, the affair would cause a tremendous + sensation in Paris, and soon would ring over the whole of Germany and the + rest of Europe, with every variation of despotism, tyranny, and all that, + attached to it, long before any advantages to be derived from the step + could be realized. Whereas see the effect of an opposite policy. By this + report of a duel, for instance,—I don't mean to assert it false, + here,—the whole object is attained, and an admirable subject of + Imperial praise obtained into the bargain. Governments have learned wisdom + from the cuttlefish, and can muddy the water on their enemies at the + moment of danger. I should not be surprised if the affairs of the Bank + looked badly this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “It is evident, then, you disbelieve the whole statement about the duel.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear friend,” said he, smiling, “who is there in all Paris, from + Montmartre to St. Denis, believes, or disbelieves, any one thing in the + times we live in? Have we not trusted so implicitly for years past to the + light of our reason that we have actually injured our eyesight with ils + brilliancy. Little reproach, indeed, to our minds, when our very senses + seem to mislead us; when one sees the people who enter the Tuileries now + with embroidered coats, who in our father's days never came nearer to it + than the Place de Carrousel. <i>Hélas!</i> it's no time for incredulity, + that's certain. But to conclude,” said he, turning to the paper once more: + “'The <i>commissaires de police</i> throughout Paris have received orders + to spare no effort to unravel the mystery and detect the other parties in + this unhappy affair.' Military tribunal; prisoners on parole; rights of + hospitality; honor of France; and the old peroration,—the usual + compliment on the wisdom which presides over every department of state. + How weary I do become of all this! Let your barber puff his dye for the + whiskers, or your bootmaker the incomparable effulgence of his blacking,—the + thing is in keeping, no one objects to it. I don't find fault with my old + friend, Pigault Lebrun, if he now and then plays the critic on himself, + and shows the world the beauties they neglectfully slurred over. But, + Burke, have you ever seen a <i>bureau de police?</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Never; and I have the greatest curiosity to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, then, I 'll be your guide. The <i>commissaire</i> of this quarter + has a very extended jurisdiction, stretching away towards the Bois de + Boulogne, and if there be anything in this report, he is certain to know + it; and assuredly, no other topic will be talked of till to-morrow + evening, for it's not Opera night, and Talma does not play either.” + </p> + <p> + I willingly accepted this proposition; and when our breakfast was over, we + mounted our horses, and set out for the place in question. + </p> + <p> + “If the forms of justice where we are now going,” said Duchesne, “be + divested of much of their pomp and ceremony, be assured of one thing,—it + is not at the expense of the more material essence. Of all the police + tribunals about Paris, this obscure den in the Bue de Dix Sous is the most + effective. Situated in a quarter where crime is as rife as fever in the + Pontine Marshes, it has become acquainted with the haunts and habits of + the lowest class in Paris,—the lowest class, probably, in any city + of Europe. Watching with parental solicitude, it tracks the criminal from + his first step in vice to his last deed in crime; from his petty theft to + his murder. Knowing the necessities to which poverty impels men, and + studying with attention the impulses that grow up amid despair and hunger, + it sees motives through a mist of intervening circumstances that would + baffle less subtle observers, and can trace the tortuous windings of crime + where no other sight could find the clew. Is it not strange to think with + what ingenuity men will investigate the minute anatomy of vice, and how + little they will do to apply this knowledge to its remedy? Like the + surgeon, enamored of his operating skill, he would rather exhibit his + dexterity in the amputation, than his science in the saving, of the limb. + Such is the bureau of the police in the poorer quarters. In the more + fashionable ones it takes a higher flight; amusing the world with its + scenes, alternately humorous and pathetic, it forms a kind of feature in + the literature of the period, and is the only reading of thousands. In + these places the <i>commissaire</i> is usually a <i>bon vivant</i> and a + wit; despising the miserable function of administering the law, he takes + his seat upon the bench to cap jokes with the witnesses, puzzle the + complainant, and embarrass the prisoner. To the reporters alone is he + civil; and in return, his poor witticisms appear in the morning papers, + with the usual 'loud laughter' that never existed save in type.” + </p> + <p> + As we thus chatted, we entered a quarter of dirty and narrow streets, + inhabited by a poor-looking, squalid population. The women, with little to + mark their sex in their coarse, heavy countenances, wore colored kerchiefs + on their heads in lieu of a cap, and were for the most part without shoes + or stockings. The men, a brutalized, stupid race, sat smoking in the + doorways, scarcely lifting their eyes as we passed; or some were eating a + coarse morsel of black rye bread, which, by their eagerness in devouring + it, seemed an unusual delicacy. + </p> + <p> + “You scarcely believed there was such poverty in Paris,” said he; “but + this is by no means the worst of the quarter. Though M. de Champagny, in + his late report, makes no mention of these 'signs of prosperity,' we are + now entering the region where, even in noonday, the passage is deemed + perilous; but the number of police agents on duty to-day will make the + journey a safe one.” + </p> + <p> + The street we entered at the moment consisted of a mass of tall houses, + almost falling from decay and neglect,—scarcely a window remained in + many of them; while in front, a row of miserable booths, formed of rude + planks, narrowed the passage to a mere path, scarce wide enough for three + people abreast. There, vice of every description, and drunkenness, waited + not for the dark hours to shroud them, but came forth in the sunlight,—the + ruffian shouts of intoxication mingling with the almost maniacal laugh of + misery or the reckless chorus of some degrading song. Half-naked wretches + leaned from the windows as we passed along,—some staring in stupid + wonderment at our appearance; others saluting us with mockery and grimace, + or even calling out to us in the slang dialect of the place. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Duchesne, as he saw the expression of horror and disgust the + scene impressed on me, “here are the rotting seeds of revolutions + putrefying, to germinate at some future day. Starvation and vice, misery, + even to despair, inhabit every den around you. The furious and + bloodthirsty wretch of '92, the Chouan, the Jacobite, the escaped + galley-slave, the untaken murderer, are here side by side,—crime + their great bond of union. To this place men come for an assassin or a + false witness, as to a market. Such are the wrecks the retiring waves of a + Revolution have left us. So long as the trade of blood lasted, openly, + like vultures, they fattened on it; but once the reign of order restored, + they were driven to murder and outrage as a livelihood.” + </p> + <p> + While he was speaking, we approached a narrow arched passage, within which + a flight of stone steps arose. “We dismount here,” said he. + </p> + <p> + At the same moment a group of ragged creatures, of every age, surrounded + us to hold our horses, not noticing the orderly who rode at some distance + behind us. I followed Duchesne up the steps, and along a gloomy corridor, + to a little courtyard, where several dismounted gendarmes were standing in + a circle, chatting. Passing through this, we entered a dirty, mean-looking + house, around the door of which several people were collected, some of + whom saluted the chevalier as he came up. + </p> + <p> + “Who are these fellows?” said I. “They seem to know you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! nothing but the common police spies,” said he, carelessly; “the + fellows who lounge about the cabarets and the low gambling-houses. But + here comes one of higher mark.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he laid his hand on the arm of a tall, powerful-looking man, + in a blouse; he wore immense whiskers, and a great beard, descending far + below his chin. “Ah! Bocquin, what have we got going forward to-day? I + came to show a young friend here the interior of your <i>salle</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Capitaine, your most obedient,” said the man, in a deep + voice, as he removed his casquette, and bowed ceremoniously to us; “and + yours also, Monsieur,” added he, turning to me. “Why, there is nothing to + speak of, save that duel, Capitaine.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Bocquin; no nonsense with me. What was that story got up + for?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! you mistake there,” said Bocquin. “By Jove! there's a man badly + wounded, shot through the neck, and no one to tell a word about it. No + seconds present, the thing done quite privately; the wounded man left at + his own door, and the other off,—Heaven knows where.” + </p> + <p> + “And you believe this tale, Bocquin?” said Duchesne, superciliously. + </p> + <p> + “Believe it!—that I do. I have been to see the place where the man + lay; and by tracking the wheel marks, I have discovered they came from the + Champs Élysées. The cabriolet, too, was a private one; no <i>fiacre</i> + has got so narrow a tire to the wheel.” + </p> + <p> + “Closely followed up,—eh, Burke?” said the chevalier, turning + towards me with a smile of admiration at his sagacity. “Go on, Bocquin.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I followed the scent to the Barrière de l'Étoile, where I learned + that one cabriolet passed towards the Bois de Boulogne, and returned in + about half an hour. As the pace was a sharp one, I guessed they could not + have gone far, and so I turned into the wood at the first road to the + right, where there is least recourse of people; and, by Jove! I was all + correct. There, in a small open space between the trees, I saw the marks + of recent footsteps, and a little farther on found the grass all covered + with blood.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur Bocquin! Monsieur Bocquin! the <i>commissaire</i> wants you,” + cried a voice from the landing of the stair; and with an apology for + leaving thus suddenly, he turned away. + </p> + <p> + We followed, however, curious to hear the remainder of this singular + history; and, after some difficulty, succeeded in gaining admittance to a + small room, now densely crowded with people, the most of whom were of the + very lowest class. The <i>commissaire</i> speedily made place for us + beside him on the bench; for, like every one else in a conspicuous + position, he also was an acquaintance of Duchesne. + </p> + <p> + While the <i>commissaire</i> conversed with Bocquin in a low tone, we had + time to observe the <i>salle</i> and its occupants. Except the witnesses, + two or three of whom were respectable persons, they were the + squalid-looking, ragged wretches of the quarter, listening with the greedy + appetite of crime to any tale of bloodshed. The surgeon, who had just + returned from visiting the wounded man, was waiting to be examined. To him + now the <i>commissaire</i> directed his attention. It appeared that the + wound was by no means of the dangerous character described, being merely + through the fleshy portion of the neck, without injuring any part of + importance. Having described circumstantially the extent of the injury and + its probable cause, he replied to a question of the <i>commissaire</i>, + that no entreaty could persuade the wounded man to give any explanation of + the occurrence, nor mention the name of his adversary. Duchesne paid + little apparent attention to the evidence, and before it was concluded, + asked me if I were satisfied with my police experience, and disposed to + move away. + </p> + <p> + Just at this moment there was a stir among the people round the door, and + we heard the officers of the court cry out, “Room! make way there!” and + the same moment General Duroc entered, accompanied by an aide-de-camp. He + had been sent specially by the Emperor to ascertain what progress the + investigation had made. His Majesty had determined to push the inquiry to + its utmost limits. The general appeared dissatisfied with the little + prospect there appeared of elucidation; and turning to Duchesne, remarked,— + </p> + <p> + “This is peculiarly ill-timed just now, as negotiations are pending with + Russia, and the prince's family are about the person of the Czar.” + </p> + <p> + “But as the wound would seem of little consequence, in a few days perhaps + the whole thing may blow over,” said Duchesne. + </p> + <p> + “It is for that very reason,” replied Duroc, earnestly, “that we are + pressed for time. The object is to mark the sentiments of his Majesty <i>now</i>. + Should the prince be once pronounced out of danger, it will be too late + for sympathy.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I perceive,” said Duchesne, smiling; “your observation is most just. + If my friend here, however, cannot put you on the track, I fear you have + little to hope for elsewhere.” + </p> + <p> + “I am aware of that; and Monsieur Cauchois knows the great reliance his + Majesty reposes in his skill and activity.” + </p> + <p> + Monsieur Cauchois, the <i>commissaire</i>, bowed with a most respectful + air at the compliment, probably of all others the highest that could be + paid him. + </p> + <p> + “A brilliant soirée we had last evening, Duchesne,” said the general. “I + hope this unhappy affair will not close that house at present; you are + aware the prince is the suitor of mademoiselle?” + </p> + <p> + “I only suspected as much,” said the chevalier, with a peculiar smile; “it + was my first evening there.” + </p> + <p> + As General Duroc addressed a few words in a low tone to the <i>commissaire</i>, + the man called Bocquin approached the bench, and handed up a small slip of + paper to Duchesne. The chevalier opened it, and having thrown his eyes + over it, passed it into my hand. All I could see were two words, written + coarsely with the pencil,—“How much?” + </p> + <p> + The chevalier turned the back of the paper, and wrote, “Fifty napoleons.” + </p> + <p> + On reading which the large man tore the scrap, and nodding slightly with + his head, sauntered from the room. We rose a few moments after, and having + taken a formal leave of the general and the <i>commissaire</i>, proceeded + towards the street, where we had left our horses. As we passed along the + corridor, however, we found Bocquin awaiting us. He opened a door into a + small, mean-looking apartment, of which he appeared the owner. Having + ushered us in, and cautiously closed it behind him, he drew from his + pocket a piece of cloth, to which a button and a piece of gold embroidery + were attached. + </p> + <p> + “Your jacket would be spoiled without this morsel, Captain,” said he, + laughing, in a low, dry laugh. + </p> + <p> + “So it would, Bocquin,” said Duchesne, examining his coat, which I now + perceived was torn on the shoulder, and a small piece—the exact one + in his hand—wanting, but which had escaped my attention from the + mass of gold lace and embroidery with which it was covered. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know, Bocquin,” said Duchesne, in a tone much graver than he had + used before, “I never noticed that?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu!</i> I believe you,” said he, laughing; “nor did I, till you + sat on the bench, when I was so pleased with your coolness, I could not + for the life of me interrupt you.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you got any money, Burke?” said the chevalier; “some twenty gold + pieces—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, Captain,” said Bocquin, “not now; another time. I must call upon + you one of these mornings about another affair, and it will be time enough + then.” + </p> + <p> + “As you please, Bocquin,” said the chevalier, putting up his purse again; + “and so, till we meet.” + </p> + <p> + “Till we meet, gentlemen,” replied the other, as he bowed us respectfully + to the door. + </p> + <p> + “You seem to have but a very faint comprehension of all this, Burke,” said + Duchesne, as he took my arm; “you look confoundedly puzzled, I must say.” + </p> + <p> + “If I didn't, I should be an admirable actor, that's all,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I think the thing is plain enough, in all conscience; Bocquin found + that piece of my jacket on the ground, and, of course, the affair was in + his hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, do you mean to say—” + </p> + <p> + “That I shot Monsieur le Prince this morning, at a quarter past seven + o'clock, and felt devilish uncomfortable about it till the last ten + minutes, my boy. If I did not confide the matter to you before, it was + because that until all chance of detection was passed, I could not expose + you to the risk of an examination before the <i>préfet de police</i>. + Happily, now these dangers are all over. Bocquin is too clever a fellow + not to throw all the other spies on a wrong scent, so that we need have no + fear of the result.” + </p> + <p> + I could scarcely credit the evidence of my senses at the coolness and + duplicity of the chevalier throughout an affair of such imminent risk, nor + was I less astonished at the account he gave of the whole proceeding. + </p> + <p> + One word, on leaving the soirée, had decided there should be a meeting the + following day; and as the Russian well knew the danger of his adventure, + from the law which was recently passed regarding prisoners on parole, he + proposed they should meet without seconds on either side. Duchesne + acceded; and it was arranged that the chevalier should drive along the Bue + de Rivoli at seven the next morning, where the Russian would join him, and + they should drive together to the Bois de Boulogne. + </p> + <p> + “To do my Cossack justice,” said Duchesne, “he behaved admirably + throughout the whole affair; and on taking his place beside me in the cab, + entered into conversation freely and easily on the topics of the day. We + chatted of the campaign; of the cavalry; of the Russian service,—their + size and equipment, only needing a higher organization to make them + first-rate troops. We spoke of the Emperor Alexander, of whom he was + evidently proud, and much pleased to hear the favorable opinion Napoleon + entertained of his ability and capacity; and it was in the middle of an + anecdote about Savary and the Czar we arrived at the Bois de Boulogne. + </p> + <p> + “I need not tell you the details of the affair, save that we loaded our + own pistols, and stepped the ground ourselves. They were like other things + of the same sort,—the first shot concluded the matter. I aimed at + his shoulder, but the pistol threw high. As to his bullet, it was only + awhile ago I knew it went so near me. It was nervous work passing the <i>barrière</i>; + for had he not made an effort to sit up straight in the cab, the sentry + might have detained and examined us. All that you heard about his being + left at his own door, covered with blood and fainting, I need not tell you + has no truth. I never left the spot till the door was opened, and I saw + him in the hands of a servant. Of course I concealed my face, and then + drove off at full speed.” + </p> + <p> + By this time we arrived at the Luxembourg, and Duchesne, with all the + coolness in the world, joined a knot of persons engaged in discussing the + duel, and endeavoring, by sundry clever and ingenious explanations, to + account for the circumstance. + </p> + <p> + As I sauntered along to my quarters, I pondered over the adventure and the + character of the chevalier; and however I might turn the matter in my + mind, one thought was ever uppermost,—a sincere wish that I had not + been made his confidant in the secret. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF THE WOUNDED + </h2> + <p> + A few mornings after this occurrence, when, as Duchesne himself + prophesied, all memory of it was completely forgotten, the <i>ordre du + jour</i> from the Tuileries commanded all the troops then garrisoned in + Paris to be under arms at an early hour in the Champs Élysées, when the + Emperor would pass them in review. The spectacle had, however, another + object, which was not generally known. The convoys of the wounded from + Austerlitz were that same day to arrive at Paris, and the display of + troops was intended at once to honor this <i>entrée</i>, and give to the + sad procession of the maimed and dying the semblance of a triumph. Such + were the artful devices which ever ministered to the deceit of the nation, + and suffered them to look on but one side of their glory. + </p> + <p> + As I anticipated, the chevalier was greatly out of temper at the whole of + this proceeding. He detested nothing more than those military displays + which are got up for the populace; he despised the exhibition of troops to + the vulgar and unmeaning criticism of tailors and barbers; and, more than + all, he shrank from the companionship of the National Guard of Paris,—those + shop-keeping soldiers, with their umbrellas and spectacles, who figured + with such pride on these occasions. + </p> + <p> + “Another affair like this,” said he, passionately, “and I'd resign my + commission. A procession at the Porte St. Martin,—the <i>boeuf gras</i> + on Easter Monday,—I'm your man for either: but to sit bolt upright + on your saddle for three, maybe four hours; to be stared at by every <i>bourgeois</i> + from the Rue du Bac; to be pointed at with pink parasols and compared with + some ribbon-vender of the Boulevards,—<i>par Saint Louis!</i> I + can't even bear to think of it! Look yonder,” said he, pointing to the + court of the Palace, where already a regiment was drawn up under arms, and + passing in inspection before the colonel; “there begins the + dress-rehearsal already. His Majesty says mid-day; the generals of + division draw out their men at eleven o'clock; the colonels take a look at + their corps at ten; the <i>chefs de bataillon</i> at nine; and, <i>parbleu!</i>the + corporals are at work by daybreak. Then, what confounded drilling and + dressing up, as if Napoleon could detect the slightest waving of the line + over two leagues of ground; while you see the luckless adjutants flying + hither and thither, cursing, imprecating, and threatening, and hastily + reiterating at the head of each company, 'Remember, men, be sure to + remember, that when the drums beat to arms, you shout “Vive l'Empereur!”' + Rely upon it, Burke, if we had but one half of these preparations before a + battle, we 'd not be the dangerous fellows those Russians and Austrians + think us.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come,” said I, “you shall not persuade me that the soldiers feel no + pride on these occasions. The same men who fight so valiantly for their + Emperor—” + </p> + <p> + “Stop there, I beg of you,” said he, bursting into a fit of laughter. “I + must really cry halt now. So long as you live, my dear friend, let nothing + induce you to repeat that worn cant, 'Fight for their Emperor!' Why, they + fought as bravely for Turenne, and Villars, and Maréchal Saxe; they were + as full of courage under Moreau, and Kleber, and Desaix, and Hoche; ay, + and will be again when the Emperor is no more, and Heaven knows who stands + in his place. The genius of a French army is fighting, not for gain, nor + plunder, nor even for glory, so much as for fighting itself; and he is the + best man who gives them most of it. What reduced the reckless hordes of + the Revolution to habits of discipline and obedience but the warlike + spirit of their leaders, whose bravery they respected? And think you + Napoleon himself does not feel this in his heart, and know the necessity + of continual war to feed the insatiable appetite of his followers? In a + word, my friend,” added he, in a tone of mock solemnity, “we are a great + people; and Nature intended us to be so by giving us a language in which + <i>Gloire</i> rhymes with <i>Victoire</i>. And now for the march, for I + fancy we are late enough already.” + </p> + <p> + There are few sources of annoyance more poignant than to discover any + illusion we have long indulged in assailed by the sneers and sarcasms of + another, who assumes a tone of superior wisdom on the faith of a + difference of opinion. The mass of our likings and dislikings find their + way into our heart more from impulse than reason, and when attacked are + scarcely defensible by any effort of the understanding. This very fact + renders us more painfully alive to their preservation, and we shrink + instinctively from any discussion of them. While such is the case, we feel + more bitterly the cruelty of him who, out of mere wantonness, can sport + with the sources of our happiness, and assail the hidden stores of so many + of our pleasures; for unhappily the mockery once listened to lies + associated with the idea forever. + </p> + <p> + Already had Duchesne stripped me of more than one delusion, and made me + feel that I was but indulging in a deceptive happiness in my dream of + life; and often did I regret that I ever knew him. It is not enough to + feel the sophistry of one's adversary, you should be able to detect and + expose it, otherwise the triumphant tone he assumes gives him an air of + victory which ends by imposing on yourself. And of this I now felt + convinced in my own case. + </p> + <p> + These thoughts rendered me silent as we wended our way towards the + Tuileries, where the various officers of the staff and the <i>corps + d'élite</i> were assembled. Here we found several of the marshals in + waiting for the Emperor, while the Mameluke Guard, in all the splendor of + its gay equipments, stood around the great entrance to the Palace. Many + handsome equipages were also there; one, conspicuous above the rest for + its livery of white and gold, with four outriders, belonged to Madame + Murat, the Grand-Duchess of Berg, whose taste for splendor and show + extended to every department of her household. + </p> + <p> + At last there was a movement in those nearest the Palace; the drums beat + to arms, the guard within the vestibule presented, and the Emperor + appeared, followed by a brilliant staff. He stood for a few seconds on the + steps, his hands clasped behind his back, and his head a little bent + forwards as if in thought; then, drawing himself up, he looked with a gaze + of proud composure on the crowd that filled the court of the Palace, and + where now all was silent and still. Never before had I remarked the same + imperious expression of his features; but as his eye ranged over the + brilliant array, now I could read the innate consciousness of superiority + in which he excelled. Ney, Murat, Victor, Bessières,—how little + seemed they all before that mighty genius, whose glory they but reflected! + </p> + <p> + Oh, how lightly then did I deem the mocking jests of Duchesne, or all that + his sarcasm could invent! There stood the conqueror of Italy and Egypt, + the victor of Marengo and Austerlitz, looking every inch a monarch and a + soldier. Whether from thoughtless inattention or studied affectation I + cannot say, but at that moment, when all stood in respectful silence + before the Emperor, Duchesne had approached the grille of the Palace, next + to the Place du Carrousel, and was busily chatting with a pretty-looking + girl, who, with a number of others, sat in a hired calèche. A hearty burst + of laughter at something he said rang through the court, and turned every + eye in that direction. In an instant the Emperor's eagle glance pierced + the distance, and fastened on the chevalier, who, seated carelessly on one + side of his saddle, paid no attention to what was going forward; when + suddenly an aide-de-camp touched him on the arm, and said,— + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Capitaine Duchesne, his Majesty the Emperor would speak with + you.” + </p> + <p> + Duchesne turned; a faint, a very faint flush, covered his cheek, and + putting spurs to his horse, he galloped up to the front of the terrace, + where the Emperor was standing. From the distance at which I stood, to + hear what passed was impossible; but I watched with a most painful + interest the scene before me. + </p> + <p> + The Emperor's attitude was unchanged as the chevalier rode up; and when + Duchesne himself seemed to listen with a respectful manner to the words of + his Majesty, I could see by his easy bearing that his self-possession had + never deserted him. The interview lasted not many minutes, when the + Emperor waved his hand haughtily; and the chevalier, saluting with his + sabre, backed his horse some paces, and then, wheeling round, rapidly + galloped towards the gate, through which he passed. + </p> + <p> + “This evening, then, Mademoiselle,” said he, with a smile, “I hope to have + the honor.” And, with a courteous bow, rode on towards the archway opening + on the quay. + </p> + <p> + “What has happened?” said I, eagerly, to the officer at my side. + </p> + <p> + He shook his head as if doubtful, and half fearing even to whisper at the + moment. + </p> + <p> + “His privilege of the <i>élite</i> is withdrawn, sir,” said an old general + officer. “He must leave Paris to join his regiment in twenty-four hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor fellow!” muttered I, half aloud, when a savage frown from the + veteran officer corrected my words. + </p> + <p> + “What, sir!” said he, in a low voice, where every word was thickened to a + guttural sound—“what, sir! is the court of the Tuileries no more + than a canteen or a bivouac? <i>Pardieu!</i> if it was not for his laced + jacket he had been degraded to the ranks; ay, and deserved it too!” + </p> + <p> + The coarse accents and underbred tone of the speaker showed me at once + that it was one of the old generals of the Republican army, who never + could endure the descendants of aristocratic families in the service, and + who were too willing always to attribute to insolence and premeditated + affront even the slightest breaches of military etiquette. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the Emperor mounted, and accompanied by the officers of his + staff, rode forward towards the Champs Élysées, while all of lesser note + followed at a distance. From the garden of the Tuileries to the Barrière + de l'Étoile the troops were ranged in four lines, the cavalry of the Guard + and the artillery forming the ranks along the road by which the convoy + must pass. It was a bright day, with a clear, frosty atmosphere and a blue + sky, and well suited the brilliant spectacle. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had the Emperor issued from the Tuileries, when ten thousand + shouts of “Vive l'Empereur!” rent the air; the cannon of the Invalides + thundered forth at the same moment; and the crash of the military bands + added their clangor to the sounds of joy. He rode slowly along the line, + stopping frequently to speak with some of the soldiers, and giving orders + to his suite concerning them. Of the officers in his staff that day, the + greater number had been wounded at Austerlitz, and still bore the traces + of their injuries. Rapp displayed a tremendous scar from a sabre across + his cheek; Sebastiani wore his sword-arm in a sling; and Friant, unable to + mount his horse, followed the Emperor on foot, leaning on a stick, and + walking with great difficulty. The sight of these brave men, whose + devotion to Napoleon had been proved on so many battlefields, added to the + interest of the scene, and tended to excite popular enthusiasm to its + utmost. But on Napoleon still all eyes were bent. The general who led + their armies to victory, the monarch who raised France to the proudest + place among the nations, was there, within a few paces of them. Each word + he spoke was sinking deeply into some heart, prouder of that moment than + of rank or riches. + </p> + <p> + So slow was the Emperor's progress along the ranks that it was near three + o'clock before he had arrived at the extremity of the line. The cavalry + were now ordered to form in squadrons, and move past in close order. While + this movement was effecting, a cannon-shot at the <i>barrière</i> + announced the approach of the convoy. The cavalry were halted in line once + more, and the same moment the first wagon of the train appeared above the + summit of the hill. So secretly had the whole been managed that none, save + the officers of the various staffs, knew what was coming. While each look + was turned, then, towards the <i>barrière</i> in astonishment, gradually + the wagon rolled on, another followed, and another: these were, however, + but the ambulances of the hospitals. And now the wounded themselves came + in sight,—a white flag, that well-known signal, waving in front of + each wagon, while a guard of honor, consisting of picked men of the + different regiments, rode at either side. + </p> + <p> + One loud cheer—a shout echoed back from the Tuileries itself—rang + out, as the soldiers saw their brave companions restored to them once + more. With that impulse which, even in discipline, French soldiers never + forget, the men rushed forward to the wagons, and in a moment officers and + men were in the arms of their comrades. What a scene it was to see the + poor and wasted forms, mangled by shot and maimed of limb, brightening up + again as home and friends surrounded them,—to hear their faint + voices mingle with the questions for this one or for that, while the fate + of some brave fellow met but one word in elegy! + </p> + <p> + On they passed,—a sad train, but full of glorious memories. There + were the grenadiers of Oudinot, who carried the Russian centre; eleven + wagons were filled with their wounded. Here come the voltigeurs of + Bernadotte's brigade; see how the fellows preserve their ancient repute, + cheering and laughing,—ever the same, whether roistering at midnight + in the Faubourg St. Antoine or rushing madly upon the ranks of the enemy! + There are the dragoons of Nansouty, who charged the Imperial Guard of + Russia; see the proud line that floats on their banner, “All wounded by + the sabre!” And here come the cuirassiers of the Guard, with a detachment + of their own as escort; how splendidly they look in the bright sun, and + how proudly they come! + </p> + <p> + As I looked, the Emperor rode forward, bareheaded, his whole staff + uncovered. “Chapeau bas, Messieurs!” said he, in a loud voice. “Honor to + the brave in misfortune!” + </p> + <p> + Just then the escort halted, and I heard a laugh in front, close to where + the Emperor was standing; but from the crowded staff around him, could not + see what was going forward. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” said I, curious to learn the least incident of the scene. + </p> + <p> + “Advance a pace or two, Captain,” said the young officer I addressed; “you + can see it all.” + </p> + <p> + I did so, and then beheld—oh, with what delight and surprise!—my + poor friend, Pioche, seated on the driving-seat of a gun, with his hand in + salute as the Emperor spoke to him. + </p> + <p> + “Thou wilt not have promotion, nor a pension. What, then, can I do for + thee?” said Napoleon, smiling. “Hast any friend in the service whom I + could advance for thy sake?» + </p> + <p> + “Yes, <i>parbleu!</i>” said Pioche, scratching his forehead, with a sort + of puzzle and confusion even the Emperor smiled at, “I have a friend. But + mayhap those wouldn't like—” + </p> + <p> + “Ask me for nothing thou thinkest I could not, ought not to grant,” said + the Emperor, sternly. “What is't now?” + </p> + <p> + The poor corporal seemed thoroughly nonplussed, and for a second or two + could not reply. At last, as if summoning all his courage for the effort, + he said,— + </p> + <p> + “Well, thou canst but refuse, and then the fault will be all thine. She is + a brave girl, and had she been a man—” + </p> + <p> + “Whom can he mean?” said Napoleon. “Is the man's head wandering?” + </p> + <p> + “No, <i>mon général!</i> all right there; that shell has turned many a + sabre's edge. I was talking of Minette, the vivandière of ours. If thou + art so bent on doing me a service, why, promote <i>her</i>, and thou'lt + make the whole regiment proud of it.” + </p> + <p> + This speech was lost in the laugh which, beginning with the Emperor, + extended to the staff, and at last to all the bystanders. + </p> + <p> + “Dost wish I should make her one of my aides-de-camp?” said Napoleon, + still laughing. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu!</i> thou hast more ill-favored ones among them,” said Pioche, + with a significant look at the grim faces of Rapp and Dam, whose hard and + weather-beaten features never deigned a smile, while every other face was + moved in laughter. + </p> + <p> + “But thou hast not said yet what I am to do,” rejoined the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “Thou used not to be so hard to understand,” grumbled out Pioche. “I have + seen the time thou 'd have said, 'Is it Minette that was wounded at the + Adige? Is that the girl stood in the square at Marengo? <i>Parbleu!</i> I + 'll give her the cross of the Legion!'” + </p> + <p> + “And she shall have it, Corporal Pioche,” said Napoleon, as he detached + the decoration he wore on the breast of his coat. “Give the order for the + vivandière to advance.” + </p> + <p> + Scarce were the words spoken, when the sound of a horse pressed to his + speed was heard, and mounted upon a small but showy Arab, a present from + the regiment, Minette rode up, in the bloom of health, and flushed by + exercise and the excitement of the moment. I never saw her look so + handsome. Reining in her horse short, as she came in front of the Emperor, + the animal reared up, almost straight, and pawed the air with his + forelegs; while she, with all the composure in life, raised her hand to + her cap, and saluted the Emperor with an action the most easy and + graceful. + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast some yonder,” said Pioche, with a grim smile at the staff, + “would be sore puzzled to keep their saddles as well.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0008" id="linkimage-0008"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/170.jpg" alt="Minnette 170 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0009" id="linkimage-0009"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page105.jpg" alt="Browneminnette105 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Minette,” said the Emperor, while he gazed on her handsome features with + evident pleasure, “your name is well known to me for many actions of + kindness and self-devotion. Wear this cross of the Legion of Honor; you + will not value it the less that until now it has been only worn by me. + Whenever you find one worthy to be your husband, Minette, I will charge + myself with the dowry.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Sire!” said the trembling girl, as she pressed the Emperor's fingers + to her lips,—“oh, Sire, is this real?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, <i>parbleu!</i>” said Pioche, wiping a large tear from his eye as he + spoke; “he can make thee be a man, and make me feel like a girl.” + </p> + <p> + As Duroc attached the cross to the buttonhole of the vivandière's frock, + she sat pale as death, totally overcome by her sensations of pride, and + unable to say more than “Oh, Sire!” which she repeated three or four times + at intervals. + </p> + <p> + Again the procession moved on; other wagons followed with their brave + fellows; but all the interest of the scene was now, for me at least, + wrapped up in that one incident, and I took but little notice of the rest. + </p> + <p> + For full two hours the cortege continued to roll on,—wagon after + wagon, filled with the shattered remnants of an army. Yet such was the + indomitable spirit of the people, such the heartfelt passion for glory, + all deemed that procession the proudest triumph of their arms. Nor was + this feeling confined to the spectators; the wounded themselves leaned + eagerly over the sides of the <i>charrettes</i> to gaze into the crowds on + either side, seeking some old familiar face, and looking through all their + sufferings proudly on the dense mob beneath them. Some tried to cheer, and + waved their powerless hands; but others, faint and heart-sick, turned + their glazed eyes towards the “Invalides,” whose lofty dome appeared above + the trees, as though to say, that was now their resting-place,—the + only one before the grave. + </p> + <p> + He who witnessed that day could have little doubt about the guiding spirit + of the French nation; nor could he distrust their willingness to sacrifice + anything—nay, all—to national glory. Suffering and misery, + wounds, ghastly and dreadful, were on every side; and yet not one word of + pity, not a look of compassion was there. These men were, in <i>their</i> + eyes, far too highly placed for sympathy; theirs was that path to which + all aspired, and their trophies were their own worn frames and mangled + bodies. And then how they brightened up as the Emperor would draw near! + how even the faintest would strive to catch his eye and gaze with parted + lips on him as he spoke, as though drinking in his very words,—the + balm to their bruised hearts,—and the faint cry of “l'Empereur! + l'Empereur!” passed like a murmur along the line. + </p> + <p> + Not until the last wagon had defiled before him did the Emperor leave the + ground. It was then nearly dark, and already the lamps were lighted along + the quays, and the windows of the Palace displayed the brilliant lustre of + the preparations for a grand dinner to the marshals. + </p> + <p> + As we moved slowly along in close order, I found myself among a group of + officers of the Emperor's staffs eagerly discussing the day and its + events. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry for Duchesne,” said one; “with all his impertinences—and + he had enough of them—he was a brave fellow, and a glorious leader + at a moment of difficulty.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, the Emperor has perhaps forgiven him by this time; and it is + not likely he would mar the happiness of a day like this by disgracing an + officer of the <i>élite</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “You are wrong, my friend; his Majesty is not sorry for the occasion which + can prove that he knows as well how to punish as to reward. Duchesne's + fate is sealed. You are not old enough to remember, as I can, the morning + at Lonado, where the same <i>ardre du jour</i> conferred a mark of honor + on one brother, and condemned another to be shot.” + </p> + <p> + “And was this, indeed, the case?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, was it. Many can tell you of it, as well as myself. They were both in + the same regiment—the fifteenth demi-brigade of light infantry. They + held a château at Salo against the enemy for eight hours, when at length + the elder, who commanded at the front, capitulated and laid down his arms; + the younger refused to comply, and continued to fight. They were + reinforced an hour afterwards, and the Austrians beaten off. The day after + they were both tried, and the result was as I have told you; the utmost + favor the younger could obtain was, not to witness the execution of his + brother.” + </p> + <p> + As I heard this story, my very blood curdled in my veins, and I looked + with a kind of dread on him who now rode a few paces in front of me,—the + stern and pitiless Napoleon. + </p> + <p> + At last we entered the court of the Tuileries, when the Emperor, + dismissing his staff, entered the Palace, and we separated, to follow our + own plans for the evening. For a moment or two I remained uncertain which + way to turn. I wished much to see Duchesne, yet scarcely hoped to meet + with him by returning to the Luxembourg. It was not the time to be away + from him, at a moment like this, and I resolved to seek him out. + </p> + <p> + For above an hour I went from café to café, where he was in the habit of + resorting, but to no purpose. He had not been seen in any of them during + the day; so that at length I turned homeward with the faint hope that I + should see him there on my arrival. + </p> + <p> + Somehow I never had felt more sad and depressed; and the events of the + day, so far from making me participate in the general joy, had left me + gloomy and desponding. My spirit was little in harmony with the gay and + merry groups that passed along the streets, chanting their campaigning + songs, and usually having some old soldier of the “Guard” amongst them; + for they felt it as a fête, and were hurrying to the cabarets to celebrate + the day of Austerlitz. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. THE CHEVALIER. + </h2> + <p> + When men of high courage and proud hearts meet with reverses in life, our + anxiety is rather to learn what new channel their thoughts and exertions + will take in future, than to hear how they have borne up under misfortune. + I knew Duchesne too well to suppose that any turn of fate would find him + wholly unprepared; but still, a public reprimand, and from the lips of the + Emperor, too, was of a nature to wound him to the quick, and I could not + guess, nor picture to myself in what way he would bear it. The loss of + grade itself was a thing of consequence, as the service of the <i>élite</i> + was reckoned a certain promotion; not to speak of—what to him was + far more important—the banishment from Paris and its <i>salons</i> + to some gloomy and distant encampment. In speculations like these I + returned to my quarters, where I was surprised to discover that the + chevalier had not been since morning. I learned from his servant that he + had dismissed him, with his horses, soon after leaving the Tuileries, and + had not returned home from that time. + </p> + <p> + I dined alone that day, and sat moodily by myself, thinking over the + events of the morning, and wondering what had become of my friend, and + watching every sound that might tell of his coming. It is true there were + many things I liked not in Duchesne: his cold, sardonic spirit, his <i>moqueur</i> + temperament, chilled and repelled me; but I recognized, even through his + own efforts at concealment, a manly tone of independence, a vigorous + reliance on self, that raised him in my esteem, and made me regard him + with a certain species of admiration. With his unsettled or unstable + political opinions, I greatly dreaded the excess to which a spirit of + revenge might carry him. + </p> + <p> + I knew that the Jacobin party, and the Bourbons themselves, lay in wait + for every erring member of the Imperial side; and I felt no little anxiety + at the temptations they might hold out to him, at a moment when his + excitement might have the mastery over his cooler judgment. + </p> + <p> + Late in the evening a Government messenger arrived with a large letter + addressed to him from the Minister of War; and even this caused me fresh + uneasiness, since I connected the despatch in my mind with some detail of + duty which his absence might leave unperformed. + </p> + <p> + It was long past midnight, as I sat, vainly endeavoring to occupy myself + with a book, which each moment I laid down to listen, when suddenly I + heard the roll of a <i>fiacre</i> in the court beneath, the great doors + banged and closed, and the next moment the chevalier entered the room. + </p> + <p> + He was dressed in plain clothes, and looked somewhat paler than usual, but + though evidently laboring under excitement, affected his wonted ease and + carelessness of manner, as, taking a chair in front of me, he sat down. + </p> + <p> + “What a day of worry and trouble this has been, my dear friend!” he began. + “From the moment I last saw you to the present one, I have not rested, and + with four invitations to dinner, I have not dined anywhere.” + </p> + <p> + He paused as he said thus much, as if expecting me to say something; and I + perceived that the embarrassment he felt rather increased than otherwise. + I therefore endeavored to mumble out something about his hurried departure + and the annoyance of such a sentence, when he stopped me suddenly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, as to <i>that</i>, I fancy the matter is arranged already; I should + have had a letter from the War Office.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there is one here; it came three hours ago.” + </p> + <p> + He turned at once to the table, and breaking the seal, perused the packet + in silence, then handed it to me, as he said,— + </p> + <p> + “Bead that; it will save a world of explanation.” + </p> + <p> + It was dated five o'clock, and merely contained the following few words:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + His Majesty I. and R. accepts the resignation of Senior + Captain Duchesne, late of the Imperial Guard; who, from the + date of the present, is no longer in the service of France. + + (Signed) + + BERTHIER, Marshal of France. +</pre> + <p> + A small sealed note dropped from the packet, which Duchesne took up, and + broke open with eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! <i>parbleu!</i>” cried he, with energy; “I thought not. See here, + Burke; it is Duroc who writes:—” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + My dear Duchesne,—I knew there was no use in making such a + proposition, and told you as much. The moment I said the + word 'England,' he shouted out 'No!' in such a tone you + might have heard it at the Luxembourg. You will perceive, + then, the thing is impracticable; and perhaps, after all, + for your own sake, it is better it should be so. + + Yours ever, D. +</pre> + <p> + “This is all mystery to me, Duchesne; I cannot fathom it in the least.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me assist you; a few words will do it. I gave in my <i>démission</i> + as Captain of the Guard, which, as you see, his Majesty has accepted; we + shall leave it to the 'Moniteur' of to-morrow to announce whether + graciously or not. I also addressed a formal letter to Duroc, to ask the + Emperor's permission to visit England, on private business of my own.” His + eyes sparkled with a malignant lustre as he said these last words, and his + cheek grew deep scarlet. “This, however, his Majesty has not granted, + doubtless from private reasons of his own; and thus we stand. Which of us, + think you, has most spoiled the other's rest for this night?” + </p> + <p> + “But still I do not comprehend. What can take you to England? You have no + friends there; you've never been in that country.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know the very word is proscribed,—that the island is covered + from his eyes in the map he looks upon, that <i>perfide</i> Albion is the + demon that haunts his dark hours, and menaces with threatening gesture the + downfall of all his present glory? Ah, by Saint Denis, boy! had I been + you, it is not such an epaulette as this I had worn.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough, Duchesne; I will not hear more. Not to you, nor any one, am I + answerable for the reasons that have guided my conduct; nor had I listened + to so much, save that such excitement as yours may make that pardonable + which in calmer moments is not so.” + </p> + <p> + “You say right, Burke,” said he, quickly, and with more seriousness of + manner; “it is seldom I have been betrayed into such a passionate warmth + as this. I hope I have not offended you. This change of circumstance will + make none in our friendship. I knew it, my dear boy. And now let us turn + from such tiresome topics. Where, think you, have I been spending the + evening? But how could you ever guess? Well, at the Odéon, attending + Mademoiselle Pierrot, and a very pretty friend of hers,—one of our + vivandières, who happens to be in the brigade with mademoiselle's brother, + and dined there to-day. She only arrived in Paris this morning; and, by + Jove! there are some handsome faces in our gay <i>salons</i> would + scarcely stand the rivalry with hers. I must show you the fair Minette.” + </p> + <p> + “Minette!” stammered I, while a sickly sensation—a fear of some + unknown misfortune to the poor girl—almost stopped my utterance. “I + know her; she belongs to the Fourth Cuirassiers.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you know her? Who would have suspected my quiet friend of such an + acquaintance? And so, you never hinted this to me. <i>Ma foi!</i> I 'd + have thought twice about throwing up my commission if I had seen her half + an hour earlier. Come, tell me all you know of her. Where does she come + from?” + </p> + <p> + “Of her history I am totally ignorant; I can only tell you that her + character is without a stain or reproach, in circumstances where few, if + any save herself, ever walked scathless; that on more than one occasion + she has displayed heroism worthy of the best among us.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear, oh dear, how disappointed I am! Indeed, I half feared as much: + she is a regular vivandière of the mélodrame,—virtuous, high-minded, + and intrepid. You, of course, believe all this,—don't be angry, + Burke,—but I don't; and the reason is I can't,—the gods have + left me incredulous from the cradle. I have a rooted obstinacy about me, + perfectly irreclaimable. Thus, I fancy Napoleon to be a Corsican; a modern + marshal to be a promoted sergeant; a judge of the upper court to be a + public prosecutor; and a vivandière of the <i>grande armée</i>—But + I'll not offend,—don't be afraid, my poor fellow,—even at the + risk of the rivalry. Upon my life, I 'm glad to see you have a heart + susceptible of any little tenderness. But you cannot blame me if I 'm + weary of this eternal travesty of character which goes on amongst us. Why + will our Republican and <i>sans culotte</i> friends try courtly airs and + graces, while our real aristocracy stoop to the affected coarseness of the + <i>canaille?</i> Is it possible that they who wish to found a new order of + things do not see that all these pantomime costumes and characters denote + nothing but change,—that we are only performing a comedy after all? + I scarcely expect it will be a five-act one. And, apropos of comedies,—when + shall we pay our respects to Madame de Lacostellerie? It will require all + my diplomacy to keep my ground there under my recent misfortune. Nothing + short of a tender inquiry from the Duchesse de Montserrat will open the + doors for me. Alas, and alas! I suppose I shall have to fall back on the + Faubourg.” + </p> + <p> + “But is the step irrevocable, Duchesne? Can you really bring yourself to + forego a career which opened with such promise?” + </p> + <p> + “And terminated with such disgrace,” added he, smiling placidly. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay; don't affect to take it thus. Your services would have placed + you high, and won for you honors and rank.” + </p> + <p> + “And, <i>ma foi!</i> have they not done so? Am I not a very interesting + individual at this moment,—more so than any other of my life? Are + not half the powdered heads of the Faubourg plotting over my downfall, and + wondering how they are to secure me to the 'true cause'? Are not the hot + heads of the Jacobites speculating on my admission, by a unanimous vote, + into their order? And has not Fouché gone to the special expense of a new + police spy, solely destined to dine at the same café, play at the same <i>salon</i>, + and sit in the same box of the Opera with me? Is this nothing? Well, it + will be good fun, after all, to set their wise brains on the wrong track; + not to speak of the happiness of weeding one's acquaintance, which a + little turn of fortune always effects so instantaneously.” + </p> + <p> + “One would suppose from your manner, Duchesne, that some unlooked-for + piece of good luck had befallen you; the event seems to have been the + crowning one of your life.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I not at liberty, boy? have I not thrown the slavery behind me? Is + that nothing? You may fancy your collar, because there is some gold upon + it; but, trust me, it galls the neck as cursedly as the veriest brass. + Come, Burke, I must have a glass of champagne, and you must pledge me in a + creaming bumper. If you don't join in the sentiment now, the time will + come later on. We may be many a mile apart,—ay, perhaps a whole + world will divide us; but you'll remember my toast,—'To him that is + free!' I am sick of most things; women, wine, war, play,—the game of + life itself, with all its dashing and existing interests,—I have had + them to satiety. But liberty has its charm; even to the palsied arm and + the withered hand freedom is dear; and why not to him who yet can strike?” + </p> + <p> + His eyes flashed fire as he spoke, and he drained glass after glass of + wine, without seeming aware of what he was doing. + </p> + <p> + “If you felt thus, Duchesne, why have you remained so long a soldier?” + </p> + <p> + “I 'll tell you. He who travels unwillingly along some dreary path stops + often as he goes, and looks around to see if, in the sky above or the road + beneath, some obstacle may not cross his way and bid him turn. The + faintest sound of a brewing storm, the darkening shadow of a cloud, a + swollen rivulet, is enough, and straightway he yields: so men seem swayed + in life by trifles which never moved them, by accidents which came not + near their hearts. These, which the world called their disappointments, + were often but the pivots of their fortune. I have had enough, nay, more + than enough, of all this. You must not ask the hackneyed actor of the + melodrama to start at the blue lights, and feel real fear at burning + forests and flaming châteaux. This mock passion of the Emperor—” + </p> + <p> + “Come, my friend, that is indeed too much; unquestionably there was no + feigning there.” + </p> + <p> + Duchesne gave a bitter laugh, and laying his hand on my arm, said,— + </p> + <p> + “My good boy, I know him well. The knowledge has cost me something; but I + have it. A soldier's enthusiasm!” said he, in irony,—“bah! Shall I + tell you a little incident of my boyhood? I detest story-telling, but this + you must hear. Fill my glass! listen, and I promise you not to be + lengthy.” + </p> + <p> + It was the first time in our intimacy in which Duchesne referred + distinctly to his past life; and I willingly accepted the offer he made, + anticipating that any incident, no matter how trivial, might throw a light + on the strange contrarieties of his character. + </p> + <p> + He sat for several minutes silent, his eyes turned towards the ground. A + faint smile, more of sadness than aught else, played about his lips, as he + muttered to himself some words I could not catch. Then rallying, with a + slight effort, he began thus—But, short as his tale was, we must + give him a chapter to himself. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. A BOYISH REMINISCENCE + </h2> + <p> + “I believe I have already told you, Burke, that my family were most of + them Royalists. Such as were engaged in trade followed the fortunes of the + day, and cried 'Vive la République!' like their neighbors. Some deemed it + better to emigrate, and wait in a foreign land for the happy hour of + returning to their own,—a circumstance, by the way, which must have + tried their patience ere this; and a few, trusting to their obscure + position, living in out-of-the-way, remote spots, supposed that in the + general uproar they might escape undetected; and, with one or two + exceptions, they were right. Among these latter was an unmarried brother + of my mother, who having held a military command for a great many years in + the Ile de Bourbon, retired to spend the remainder of his days in a small + but beautiful château on the seaside, about three leagues from Marseilles. + The old viscount (we continued to call him so among ourselves, though the + use of titles was proscribed long before) had met with some disappointment + in love in early life, which had prevented his ever marrying, and turned + all his affections towards the children of his brothers and sisters, who + invariably passed a couple of months of each summer with him, arriving + from different parts of France for the purpose. + </p> + <p> + “And truly it was a strange sight to see the mixture of look, expression, + accent, and costume, that came to the rendezvous: the long-featured boy, + with blue eyes and pointed chin,—cold, wary, and suspicious, brave + but cautious,—that came from Normandy; the high-spirited, reckless + youth from Brittany; the dark-eyed girl of Provence; the quick-tempered, + warm-hearted Gascon and, stranger than all, from his contrast to the rest + the little Parisian, with his airs of the capital and his contempt for his + rustic brethren, nothing daunted that in all their boyish exercises he + found himself so much their inferior. Our dear old uncle loved nothing so + well as to have us around him; and even the little ones, of five and six + years old, when not living too far off, were brought to these reunions, + which were to us the great events of each year of our lives. + </p> + <p> + “It was in the June of the year 1794—I shall not easily forget the + date—that we were all assembled as usual at 'Le Luc.' Our party was + reinforced by some three or four new visitors, among whom was a little + girl of about twelve years old,—Annette de Noailles, the prettiest + creature I ever beheld. Every land has its own trait of birth distinctly + marked. I don't know whether you have observed that the brow and the + forehead are more indicative of class in Frenchmen than any other portion + of the face: hers was perfect, and though a mere child, conveyed an + impression of tempered decision and mildness that was most fascinating; + the character of her features was thoughtful, and were it not for a + certain vivacity in the eyes, would have been even sad. Forgive me, if I + dwell—when I need not—on these traits: she is no more. Her + father carried her with him in his exile, and your lowering skies and + gloomy air soon laid her low. + </p> + <p> + “Annette was the child of Royalist parents. Both her father and mother had + occupied places in the royal household; and she was accustomed from her + earliest infancy to hear the praise of the Bourbons from lips which + trembled when they spoke. Poor child! how well do I remember her little + prayer for the martyred saint,—for so they styled the murdered king,—which + she never missed saying each morning when the mass was over in the chapel + of the château. It is a curious fact that the girls of a family were + frequently attached to the fortunes of the Bourbons, while the boys + declared for the Revolution; and these differences penetrated into the + very core, and sapped the happiness of many whose affection had stood the + test of every misfortune save the uprooting torrent of anarchy that poured + in with the Revolution. These party differences entered into all the + little quarrels of the schoolroom and the nursery; and the taunting + epithets of either side were used in angry passion by those who neither + guessed nor could understand their meaning. Need it be wondered at, if in + after life these opinions took the tone of intense convictions, when even + thus in infancy they were nurtured and fostered? Our little circle at Le + Luc was, indeed, wonderfully free from such causes of contention; whatever + paths in life fate had in store for us afterwards, then, at least, we were + of one mind. A few of the boys, it is true, were struck by the successes + of those great armies the Revolution poured over Europe; but even they + were half ashamed to confess enthusiasm in a cause so constantly allied in + their memory with everything mean and low-lived. + </p> + <p> + “Such, in a few words, was the little party assembled around the + supper-table of the château, on one lovely evening in June. The windows, + opening to the ground, let in the perfumed air from many a sweet and + flowery shrub without; while already the nightingale had begun her lay in + the deep grove hard by. The evening was so calm we could hear the plash of + the making tide upon the shore, and the minute peals of the waves smote on + the ear with a soft and melancholy cadence that made us silent and + thoughtful. As we sat for some minutes thus, we suddenly heard the sound + of feet coming up the little gravel walk towards the château, and on going + to the window, perceived three men in uniform leading their horses slowly + along. The dusky light prevented our being able to distinguish their rank + or condition; but my uncle, whose fears were easily excited by such + visitors, at once hastened to the door to receive them. + </p> + <p> + “His absence was not of many minutes' duration; but even now I can + remember the strange sensations of dread that rendered us all speechless + as we stood looking towards the door by which he was to enter. He came at + last, and was followed by two officers; one, the elder, and the superior + evidently, was a thin, slight man, of about thirty, with a pale but stern + countenance, in which a certain haughty expression predominated; the other + was a fine, soldierlike, frank-looking fellow, who saluted us all as he + came in with a smile and a pleasant gesture of his hand. + </p> + <p> + “'You may leave us, children,' said my uncle, as he proceeded towards the + bell. + </p> + <p> + “'You were at supper, if I mistake not?' said the elder of the two + officers, with a degree of courtesy in his tone I scarcely expected. + </p> + <p> + “'Yes, General. But my little friends—' + </p> + <p> + “'Will, I hope, share with us,' said the general, interrupting; 'and I, at + least, am determined, with your permission, that they shall remain. It is + quite enough that we enjoy the hospitality of your château for the night, + without interfering with the happiness of its inmates; and I beg that we + may give you as little inconvenience as possible in providing for our + accommodation.' + </p> + <p> + “Though these words were spoken with an easy and a kindly tone, there was + a cold, distant manner in the speaker that chilled us all, and while we + drew over to the table again, it was in silence and constraint. Indeed, + our poor uncle looked the very picture of dismay, endeavoring to do the + honors to his guests and seem at ease, while it was clear his fears were + ever uppermost in his mind. + </p> + <p> + “The aide-de-camp—for such the young officer was—looked like + one who could have been agreeable and amusing if the restraint of the + general's presence was not over him. As it was, he spoke in a low, subdued + voice, and seemed in great awe of his superior. + </p> + <p> + “Unlike our usual ones, the meal was eaten in mournful stillness, the very + youngest amongst us feeling the presence of the stranger as a thing of + gloom and sadness. + </p> + <p> + “Supper over, my uncle, perhaps hoping to relieve the embarrassment he + labored under, asked permission of the general for us to remain, saying,— + </p> + <p> + “'My little people, sir, are great novelists, and they usually amuse me of + an evening by their stories. Will this be too great an endurance for you?' + </p> + <p> + “'By no means,' said the general, gayly; 'there's nothing I like better, + and I hope they will admit me as one of the party. I have something of a + gift that way myself.' + </p> + <p> + “The circle was soon formed, the general and his aide-de-camp making part + of it; but though they both exerted themselves to the utmost to win our + confidence, I know not why or wherefore, we could not shake off the gloom + we had felt at first, but sat awkward and ill at ease, unable to utter a + word, and even ashamed to look at each other. + </p> + <p> + “'Come,' said the general, 'I see how it is. I have broken in upon a very + happy party. I must make the only <i>amende</i> in my power,—I shall + be the story-teller for this evening.' + </p> + <p> + “As he said this, he looked around the little circle, and by some seeming + magic of his own, in an instant he had won us every one. We drew our + chairs close towards him, and listened eagerly for his tale. Few people, + save such as live much among children, or take the trouble to study their + tone of feeling and thinking, are aware how far reality surpasses in + interest the force of mere fiction. The fact is with them far more than + all the art of the narrative; and if you cannot say 'this was true,' more + than half of the pleasure your story confers is lost forever. Whether the + general knew this, or that his memory supplied him more easily than his + imagination, I cannot say; but his tale was a little incident of the siege + of Toulon, where a drummer boy was killed,—having returned to the + breach, after the attack was repulsed, to seek for a little cockade of + ribbon his mother had fastened on his cap that morning. Simple as was the + story, he told it with a subdued and tender pathos that made our hearts + thrill and filled every eye around him. + </p> + <p> + “'It was a poor thing, it's true,' said he, 'that knot of ribbon, but it + was glory to him to rescue it from the enemy. His heart was on the time + when he should show it, blood-stained and torn, and say, “I took it from + the ground amid the grapeshot and the musketry. I was the only living + thing there that moment; and see, I bore it away triumphantly.”' As the + general spoke, he unbuttoned the breast of his uniform, and took forth a + small piece of crumpled ribbon, fastened in the shape of a cockade. 'Here + it is,' said he, holding it up before on? eyes; 'it was for this he died.' + We could scarce see it through our tears. Poor Annette held her hands upon + her face, and sobbed violently. 'Keep it, my sweet child,' said the + general, as he attached the cockade to her shoulder;' it is a glorious + emblem, and well worthy to be worn by one so pure and so fair as you are.' + </p> + <p> + “Annette looked up, and as she did, her eyes fell upon the tricolor that + hung from her shoulder,—the hated, the despised tricolor, the badge + of that party whose cruelty she had thought of by day and dreamed of by + night. She turned deadly pale, and sat, with lips compressed and clenched + hands, unable to speak or stir. + </p> + <p> + “'What is it? Are you ill, child?' said the general, suddenly. + </p> + <p> + “'Annette, love! Annette, dearest!' said my uncle, trembling with anxiety, + 'speak; what is the matter?' + </p> + <p> + “'It is that!' cried I, fiercely, pointing to the knot, on which her eyes + were bent with a shrinking horror I well knew the meaning of,—' it + is that!' + </p> + <p> + “The general bent on me a look of passionate meaning, as with a hissing + tone he said, 'Do you mean this?' + </p> + <p> + “'Yes,' said I, tearing it away, and trampling it beneath my feet,—'yes! + it is not a Noailles can wear the badge of infamy and crime; the + blood-stained tricolor can find slight favor here.' + </p> + <p> + “'Hush, boy! hush, for Heaven's sake!' cried my uncle, trembling with + fear. + </p> + <p> + “The caution came too late. The general, taking a note-book from his + pocket, opened it leisurely, and then turning towards the viscount, said, + 'This youth's name is—' + </p> + <p> + “'Duchesne; Henri Duchesne.' + </p> + <p> + “'And his age?' + </p> + <p> + “'Fourteen in March,' replied my uncle, as his eyes filled up; while he + added, in a half whisper, 'if you mean the conscription, General, he has + already supplied a substitute.' + </p> + <p> + “'No matter, sir, if he had sent twenty; such defect of education as his + needs correction. He shall join the levies at Toulon in three days; in + three days, mark me! Depend upon it, sir,' said he, turning to me, 'you + shall learn a lesson beneath that tricolor you'll be somewhat long in + forgetting. Dumolle, look to this.' With this direction to his + aide-de-camp he arose, and before my poor unhappy uncle could recover his + self-possession to reply, had left the room. + </p> + <p> + “'He will not do this, sir; surely, he will not,' said the viscount to the + young officer. + </p> + <p> + “'General Bonaparte does not relent, sir; and if he did, he 'd never show + it,' was the cold reply. + </p> + <p> + “That day week I carried a musket on the ramparts of Toulon. Here began a + career I have followed ever since; with how much of enthusiasm I leave you + to judge for yourself.” + </p> + <p> + As Duchesne concluded this little story he arose, and paced the room + backwards and forwards with rapid steps, while his compressed lips and + knitted brow showed he was lost in gloomy recollections of the past. + </p> + <p> + “He was right, after all, Burke,” said he, at length. “Personal honor will + make the soldier; conviction may make the patriot. I fought as stoutly for + this same cause as though I did not loathe it: how many others may be in + the same position? You yourself, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; not I.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, be it so,” rejoined he, carelessly. “Goodnight” And with that he + strolled negligently from the room, and I heard him humming a tune as he + mounted the stairs towards his bedroom. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. A GOOD-BY + </h2> + <p> + “I have come to bring you a card for the Court ball, Capitaine,” said + General Daru, as he opened the door of my dressing-room the following + morning. “See what a number of them I have here; but except your own, the + addresses are not filled up. You are in favor at the Tuileries, it would + seem.” + </p> + <p> + “I was not aware of my good fortune, General,” replied I. + </p> + <p> + “Be assured, however, it is such,” said he. “These things are not, as so + many deem them, mere matters of chance; every name is well weighed and + conned over: the officers of the household serve one who does not forgive + mistakes. And now that I think of it, you were intimate—very + intimate, I believe—with Duchesne?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; we were much together.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, after what has occurred, I need scarcely say your + acquaintance with him had better cease. There is no middle course in these + matters. Circumstances will not bring you, as formerly, into each other's + company; and to continue your intimacy would be offensive to his Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “But surely, sir, the friendship of persons so humble as we are can be a + subject neither for the Emperor's satisfaction nor displeasure, if he even + were to know of it?” + </p> + <p> + “You must take my word for that,” replied the general, somewhat sternly. + “The counsel I have given to-day may come as a command to-morrow. The + Chevalier Duchesne has given his Majesty great and grave offence; see that + you are not led to follow his example.” With a marked emphasis on the last + few words, and with a cold bow, he left the room. + </p> + <p> + “That I am not led to follow his example!” said I, repeating his words + over slowly to myself. “Is that, then, the danger of which he would warn + me?” + </p> + <p> + The remembrance of the misfortunes which opened my career in life came + full before me,—the unhappy acquaintance with De Beauvais, and the + long train of suspicious circumstances that followed; and I shuddered at + the bare thought of being again involved in apparent criminality. And yet, + what a state of slavery was this! The thought flashed suddenly across my + mind, and I exclaimed aloud, “And this is the liberty for which I have + perilled life and limb,—this the cause for which I have become an + alien and an exile!” + </p> + <p> + “Most true, my dear friend,” said Duchesne, gayly, as he slipped into the + room, and drew his Chair towards the fire. “A wise reflection, but most + unwisely spoken. But there are men nothing can teach; not even the + 'Temple' nor the 'Palais de Justice.'” + </p> + <p> + “How, then,—you know of my unhappy imprisonment?” + </p> + <p> + “Know of it? To be sure I do. Bless your sweet innocence! I have been + told, a hundred times over, to make overtures to you from the Faubourg. + There are at least a dozen old ladies there who believe firmly you are a + true Legitimist, and wear the white cockade next your heart. I have had, + over and over, the most tempting offers to make you. Faith, I 'm not quite + certain if we are not believed to be, at this very moment, concocting how + to smuggle over the frontier a brass carronade and a royal livery, two + pounds of gunpowder and a court periwig, to restore the Bourbons!” + </p> + <p> + He burst into a fit of laughing as he concluded; and however little + disposed to mirth at the moment, I could not refrain from joining in the + emotion. + </p> + <p> + “But now for a moment of serious consideration, Burke; for I can be + serious at times, at least when my friends are concerned. You and I must + part here; it is all the better for you it should be so. I am what the + world is pleased to call a 'dangerous companion;' and there's more truth + in the epithet than they wot of who employ it. It is not because I am a + man of pleasure, and occasionally a man of expensive habits and costly + tastes, nor that I now and then play deep, or drink deep, or follow up + with passionate determination any ruling propensity of the moment; but + because I am a discontented and unsettled man, who has a vague ambition of + being something he knows not what, by means he knows not how,—ever + willing to throw himself into an enterprise where the prize is great and + the risk greater, and yet never able to warm his wishes into enthusiasm + nor his belief into a conviction: in a word, a Frenchman, born a + Legitimist, reared a Democrat, educated an Imperialist, and turned adrift + upon the world a scoffer. Such men as I am are dangerous companions; and + when they increase, as they are likely to do in our state of society, will + be still more dangerous citizens. But come, my good friend, don't look + dismayed, nor distend your nostrils as if you were on the scent for a + smell of brimstone,—'Satan s'en va!'” + </p> + <p> + With these words he arose and held out his hand to me. “Don't let your + Napoleonite ardor ooze out too rapidly, Burke, and you 'll be a marshal of + France yet. There are great prizes in the wheel, to be had by those who + strive for them. Adieu!” + </p> + <p> + “But we shall meet, Duchesne?” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so. The time may come, perhaps, when we may be intimate without + alarming the police of the department. But, for the present, I am about to + leave Paris; some friends in the South have been kind enough to invite me + to visit them, and I start this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + We shook hands once more, and Duchesne moved towards the door; then, + turning suddenly about, he said, “Apropos of another matter,—this + Mademoiselle de Lacostellerie. + </p> + <p> + “What of her?” said I, with some curiosity in my tone. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I have a kind of half suspicion, ripening into something like an + assurance, that when we meet again she may be Madame Burke.” + </p> + <p> + “What nonsense, my dear friend! the absurdity—” + </p> + <p> + “There is none whatever. An acquaintance begun like yours is very + suggestive of such a termination. When the lady is saucy and the gentleman + shy, the game stands usually thus: the one needs control and the other + lacks courage. Let them change the cards, and see what comes of it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are wrong, Duchesne,—all wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so. I have been so often right, I can afford a false prediction + without losing all my character as prophet. Adieu!” + </p> + <p> + No sooner was I alone than I sat down to think over what he had said. The + improbability, nay, as it seemed to me, the all but impossibility, of such + an event as he foretold, seemed not less now than when first I heard it; + but somehow I felt a kind of internal satisfaction, a sense of gratified + vanity, to think that to so acute an observer as Duchesne such a + circumstance did not appear even unreasonable. How hard it is to call in + reason against the assault of flattery! How difficult to resist the force + of an illusion by any appeal to our good sense and calmer judgment! + </p> + <p> + It must not be supposed from this that I seriously contemplated such a + possible turn of fortune,—far less wished for it. No; my + satisfaction had a different source. It lay in the thought that I, the + humble captain of hussars, should ever be thought of as the suitor of the + greatest beauty and the richest dowry of the day: here was the mainspring + of my flattered pride. As to any other feeling, I had none. I admired + Mademoiselle de Lacostellerie greatly; she was, perhaps, the very + handsomest girl I ever saw; there was not one in the whole range of + Parisian society so much sought after; and there was a degree of + distinction in being accounted even among the number of her admirers. + Besides this, there lay a lurking desire in my heart that Marie de Meudon + (for as such only could I think of her) should hear me thus spoken of. It + seemed to me like a weak revenge on her own indifference to me; and I + longed to make anything a cause of connecting my fate with the idea of her + who yet held my whole heart. + </p> + <p> + Only men who live much to themselves and their own thoughts know the + pleasure of thus linking their fortunes, by some imaginary chain, to that + of those they love. They are the straws that drowning men catch at; but + still, for the moment, they sustain the sinking courage, and nerve the + heart where all is failing. I felt this acutely. I knew well that she was + not, nor could be, anything to me; but I knew, also, that to divest my + mind of her image was to live in darkness, and that the mere chance of + being remembered by her was happiness itself. It was while hearing of her + I first imbibed the soldier's ardor from her own brother. She herself had + placed before me the glorious triumphs of that career in words that never + ceased to ring in my ears. All my hopes of distinction, my aspirations for + success, were associated with the half prediction she had uttered; and I + burned for an occasion by which I could signalize myself,—that she + might read my name, perchance might say, “And <i>he</i> loved me!” + </p> + <p> + In such a world of dreamy thought I passed day after day. Duchesne was + gone, and I had no intimate companion to share my hours with, nor with + whom I could expand in social freedom. Meanwhile, the gay life of the + capital continued its onward course; fêtes and balls succeeded each other; + and each night I found myself a guest at some splendid entertainment, but + where I neither knew nor was known to any one. + </p> + <p> + It was on one morning, after a very magnificent fête at the + Arch-Chancellor's, that I remembered, for the first time, I had not seen + my poor friend Pioche since his arrival at Paris. A thrill of shame ran + through me at the thought of having neglected to ask after my old comrade + of the march, and I ordered my horse at once, to set out for the + Hôtel-Dieu, which had now been in great part devoted to the wounded + soldiers. + </p> + <p> + The day was a fine one for the season; and as I entered the large + courtyard I perceived numbers of the invalids moving about in groups, to + enjoy the air and the sun of a budding spring. Poor fellows! they were but + the mere remnants of humanity. Several had lost both legs, and few were + there without an empty sleeve to their loose blue coats. In a large hall, + where three long tables were being laid for dinner, many were seated + around the ample fireplaces; and at one of these a larger group than + ordinary attracted my attention. They were not chatting and laughing, like + the rest, but apparently in deep silence. I approached, curious to know + the reason; and then perceived that they were all listening attentively to + some one reading aloud. The tones of the voice were familiar to me; I + stopped to hear them more plainly. + </p> + <p> + It was Minette herself—the vivandière—who sat there in the + midst; beside her, half reclining in a deep, old-fashioned armchair, was + “le gros Pioche,” his huge beard descending midway on his chest, and his + great mustache curling below his upper lip. He had greatly rallied since I + saw him last, but still showed signs of debility and feebleness by the + very attitude in which he lay. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0010" id="linkimage-0010"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/194.jpg" alt="194 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + Mingling unperceived with the crowd, who were far too highly interested in + the recital to pay any attention to my approach, I listened patiently, and + soon perceived that mademoiselle was reading some incident of the Egyptian + campaign from one of those innumerable volumes which then formed the sole + literature of the garrison. + </p> + <p> + “The redoubt,” continued Minette, “was strongly defended in front by + stockades and a ditch, while twelve pieces of artillery and a force of + seven hundred Mamelukes were within the works. Suddenly an aide-de-camp + arrived at full gallop, with orders for the Thirty-second to attack the + redoubt with the bayonet, and carry it. The major of the regiment (the + colonel had been killed that morning at the ford) cried out,— + </p> + <p> + “'Grenadiers, you hear the order,—Forward!' But the same instant a + terrible discharge of grape tore through the ranks, killing three and + wounding eight others. 'Forward, men! forward!' shouted the major. But no + one stirred.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Tête d'enfer</i>,” growled out Pioche, “where was the tambour?” + </p> + <p> + “You shall hear,” said Minette, and resumed. + </p> + <p> + “'Do you hear me?' cried the major, 'or am I to be disgraced forever? + Advance—quick time—march!' + </p> + <p> + “'But, Major,' said a sergeant, aloud, 'they are not roasted apples those + fellows yonder are pelting.' + </p> + <p> + “'Silence!' called out the major; 'not a word! Tambour, beat the charge!' + </p> + <p> + “Suddenly a man sprang up to his knees from the ground where he had been + lying, and began to beat the drum with all his might. Poor fellow! his leg + was smashed with a shot, but he obeyed his orders in the midst of all his + suffering. + </p> + <p> + “'Forward, men! forward!' cried the major, waving his cap above his head. + 'Fix bayonets—charge!' And on they dashed after him. + </p> + <p> + “'Halloo, comrades!' shouted the tambour; 'don't leave me behind you.' And + in an instant two grenadiers stooped down and hoisted him on their + shoulders, and then rushed forward through the smoke and flame. Crashing + and smashing went the shot through the leading files; but on they went, + leaping over the dead and dying.” + </p> + <p> + “With the tambour still?” asked Pioche. + </p> + <p> + “To be sure,” said Minette; “there he was. But listen:— + </p> + <p> + “Just as they reached the breach a shot above their heads came whizzing + past, and a terrible bang rang out as it went. + </p> + <p> + “'He is killed,' said one of the grenadiers, preparing to lower the body; + 'I heard his cry.' + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0011" id="linkimage-0011"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page121.jpg" alt="Brownedrummerboy121 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “'Not yet, Comrade,' cried the tambour; 'it is the drum-head they have + carried away, that's all;' and he beat away on the wooden sides harder + than ever. And thus they bore him over the glacis, and up the rampart, and + never stopped till they placed him, sitting, on one of the guns on the + wall.” + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah! well done!” cried Pioche; while every throat around him re-echoed + the cry, “Hurrah!” + </p> + <p> + “What was his name, Mademoiselle?” cried several voices. “Tell us the name + of the tambour!” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ma foi, Messieurs!</i>they have not given it.” + </p> + <p> + “Not given his name,” growled they out. “<i>Ventrebleu!</i> that is too + bad!” + </p> + <p> + “An he had been an officer of the Guard they would have told us his whole + birth and parentage,” said a wrinkled, sour-looking old fellow, with one + eye. + </p> + <p> + “Or a lieutenant of hussars, Mademoiselle!” said Pioche, looking fixedly + at the vivandière, who held the book close to her face to conceal a deep + blush that covered it. + </p> + <p> + “But, halloo, there! Qui vive?” The cuirassier had just caught a glimpse + of me at the moment, and every eye was turned at once to where I was + standing. “Ah, Lieutenant, you here! Not invalided, I hope?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Pioche. My visit was intended for you; and I have had the good + fortune to come in for the tale mademoiselle was reading.” + </p> + <p> + Before I had concluded these few words, the wounded soldiers, or such of + them as could, had risen from their seats, and stood respectfully around + me; while Minette, retreating behind the great chair where Pioche lay, + seemed to wish to avoid recognition. + </p> + <p> + “Front rank, Mademoiselle! front rank!” said Pioche. “<i>Parbleu!</i>when + one has the 'cross of the Legion' from the hands of the Emperor himself, + one need not be ashamed of being seen. Besides,” added he, in a lower + tone, but one I could well overhear, “thou art not dressed in thy uniform + now; thou hast nothing to blush for!” + </p> + <p> + Still she hung down her head, and her confusion seemed only to increase; + so that, unwilling to prolong her embarrassment, which I saw my presence + had caused, I merely made a few inquiries from Pioche regarding his own + health, and took my leave of the party. + </p> + <p> + As I rode homeward, I could not help turning over in my mind the words of + Pioche, “Thou art not in thy uniform now; thou hast nothing to blush for!” + Here, then, seemed the key to the changed manner of the poor girl when I + met her at Austerlitz,—some feeling of womanly shame at being seen + in the costume of the vivandière by one who had known her only in another + guise. But could this be so? I asked myself,—a question a very + little knowledge of a woman's heart might have spared me. And thus + pondering, I returned to the Luxembourg. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. AN OLD FRIEND UNCHANGED + </h2> + <p> + They who took their tone in politics from the public journals of France + must have been somewhat puzzled at the new and unexpected turn of the + papers in Government influence at the period I now speak of. The + tremendous attacks against the “perfide Albion,” which constituted the + staple of the leading articles in the “Moniteur,” were gradually + discontinued; the great body of the people were separated from the + “tyrannical domination of an insolent aristocracy;” an occasional eulogy + would appear, too, upon the “native good sense and right feeling of John + Bull” when not led captive by appeals to his passions and prejudices; and + at last a wish more boldly expressed that the two countries, whose mission + it should be to disseminate civilization over the earth, could so far + understand their real interest as to become “fast friends, instead of + dangerous enemies.” + </p> + <p> + The accession of the Whigs to power in England was the cause of this + sudden revolution. The Emperor, when First Consul, had learned to know and + admire Charles Fox,—sentiments of mutual esteem had grown up between + them,—and it seemed now as if his elevation to power were the only + thing wanting to establish friendly relations between the two countries. + </p> + <p> + How far the French Emperor presumed on Fox's liberalism,—and the + strong bias to party inducing him to adopt such a line of policy as would + run directly counter to that of his predecessors in office, and thus + dispose the nation to more amicable views towards France,—certain it + is that he miscalculated considerably when he built upon any want of true + English feeling on the part of that minister, or any tendency to weaken, + by unjust concessions, the proud attitude England had assumed at the + commencement and maintained throughout the entire Continental war. + </p> + <p> + A mere accident led to a renewal of negotiations between the two + countries. A villain, calling himself Guillet de la Grevillière, had the + audacity to propose to the English minister the assassination of Napoleon, + and to offer himself for the deed. He had hired a house at Passy, and made + every preparation for the execution of his foul scheme. To denounce this + wretch to the French minister of foreign affairs, Talleyrand, was the + first step of Fox. This led to a reply, in which Talleyrand reported, word + for word, a conversation that passed between the Emperor and himself, and + wherein expressions of the kindest nature were employed by Napoleon with + regard to Fox, and many flattering allusions to the times of their former + intimacy; the whole concluding with the expression of an ardent desire for + a good understanding and a “lasting peace between two nations designed by + nature to esteem each other.” + </p> + <p> + Although the whole scheme of the assassination was a police stratagem + devised by Fouché to test the honor and good faith of the English + minister, the result was eagerly seized on as a basis for new + negotiations; and from that hour the temperate language of the French + papers evinced a new policy towards England. The insolent allusions of + journalists, the satirical squibs of party writers, the caricatures of the + English eccentricity, were suppressed at once; and by that magic influence + which Napoleon wielded, the whole tone of public feeling seemed altered as + regarded England and Englishmen. From the leaders in the “Moniteur” to the + shop windows of the Palace an Anglomania prevailed; and the idea was + thrown out that the two nations had divided the world between them,—the + sea being the empire of the British, the land that of Frenchmen. + Commissioners were appointed on both sides: at first Lord Yarmouth, and + then Lord Lauderdale, by England; General Clarke and M. Champagny, on the + part of France. Lord Yarmouth, at that time a <i>détenu</i> at Verdun, was + selected by Talleyrand to proceed to England, and learn the precise basis + on which an amicable negotiation could be founded. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely was the interchange of correspondence made public, when the new + tone of feeling and acting towards England displayed itself in every + circle and every <i>salon</i>. If a proof were wanting how thoroughly the + despotism of Napoleon had penetrated into the very core of society, here + was a striking one: not only were many of the <i>détenus</i> liberated and + sent back to England, but were fêted and entertained at the various towns + they stopped at on their way, and every expedient practised to make them + satisfied with the treatment they had received on the soil of France. An + English guest was deemed an irresistible attraction at a dinner party, and + the most absurd attempts at imitation of English habits, dress, and + language were introduced into society as the last “mode,” and extolled as + the very pinnacle of fashionable excellence. + </p> + <p> + It would be easy for me here to cite some strange instances of this new + taste; but I already feel that I have wandered from my own path, and owe + an apology to my reader for invading precincts which scarce become me. Yet + may I observe here,—and the explanation will serve once for all,—I + have been more anxious in this “true history” to preserve some passing + record of the changeful features of an eventful period in Europe, than + merely to chronicle personal adventures, which, although not devoid of + vicissitudes, are still so insignificant in the great events by which they + were surrounded. The Consulate, the Empire, and the Restoration were three + great tableaux, differing in their groupings and color, but each part of + one mighty whole,—links in the great chain, and evidencing the + changeful aspect of a nation crouching beneath tyranny, or dwindling under + imbecility and dotage. + </p> + <p> + I have said the English were the vogue in Paris; and so they were, but + especially in those <i>salons</i> which reflected the influence of the + Court, and where the tone of the Tuileries was revered as law. Every + member of the Government, or all who were even remotely connected with it, + at once adopted the reigning mode; and to be <i>à l'Anglaise</i> became + now as much the type of fashion as ever it had been directly the opposite. + Only such as were in the confidence of Fouché and his schemes knew how + hollow all this display of friendly feeling was, or how ready the + Government held themselves to assume their former attitude of defiance + when circumstances should render it advisable. + </p> + <p> + Among those who speedily took up the tone of the Imperial counsels, the <i>salons</i> + of the Hôtel Glichy were conspicuous. English habits, as regarded table + equipage; English servants; even to English cookery did French politeness + extend its complaisance; and many of the commonest habitudes and least + cultivated tastes were imported as the daily observances of fashionable + people <i>outremer</i>. + </p> + <p> + In this headlong Anglomania, my English birth and family (I say English, + because abroad the petty distinctions of Irishman or Scotchman are not + attended to) marked me out for peculiar attention in society; and although + my education and residence in France had well-nigh rubbed off all or the + greater part of my national peculiarities, yet the flatterers of the day + found abundant traits to admire in what they recognized as my John Bull + characteristics. And in this way, a blunder in French, a mistake in + grammar, or a false accentuation became actually a <i>succès de salon</i>. + Though I could not help smiling at the absurdity of a vogue whose violence + alone indicated its unlikeliness to last, yet I had sufficient of the + spirit of my adopted country to benefit by it while it did exist, and + never spent a single day out of company. + </p> + <p> + At the Hôtel Clichy I was a constant guest; and while with Mademoiselle de + Lacostellerie my acquaintance made little progress, with the countess I + became a special favorite,—she honoring me so far as to take me into + her secret counsels, and tell me all the little nothings which Fouché + usually disseminated as state secrets, and circulated twice or thrice a + week throughout Paris. From him, too, she learned the names of the various + English who each day arrived in Paris from Verdun, and thus contrived to + have a succession of those favored guests at her dinner and evening + parties. + </p> + <p> + During all this time, as I have said, my intimacy with mademoiselle + advanced but slowly, and certainly showed slight prospect of verifying the + prophecy of Duchesne at parting. Her manner had, indeed, lost its cold and + haughty tone; but in lieu of it there was a flippant, half impertinent, <i>moqueur</i> + spirit, which, however easily turned to advantage by a man of the world + like the chevalier, was terribly disconcerting to a less forward and less + enterprising person like myself. Dobretski still continued an invalid; and + although she never mentioned his name nor alluded to him in any instance, + I could see that she suspected I knew something more of his illness and + the cause of it than I had ever confessed. It matters little what the + subject of it be, let a secret once exist between a young man and a young + woman,—let there be the tacit understanding that they mutually know + of something of which others are in ignorance,—and from that moment + a species of intelligence is established between them of the most + dangerous kind. They may not be disposed to like each other; there may be + attachments elsewhere; there may be a hundred reasons why love should not + enter into the case; yet will there be a conscious sense of this hidden + link which binds them; strangely at variance with their ordinary regard + for each other, eternally mingling in all their intercourse, and + suggesting modes of acting and thinking at variance with the true tenor of + the acquaintanceship. + </p> + <p> + Such, then, was my position at the Hôtel Clichy, at which I was almost + daily a visitor or a guest, in the morning, to hear the chit-chat of the + day,—the changes talked of in the administration, the intended plans + of the Emperor, or the last modes in dress introduced by the Empress, + whose taste in costume and extravagant habits were much more popular with + the tradespeople than with Napoleon. + </p> + <p> + An illness of a few days' duration had confined me to the Luxembourg, and + unhappily deprived me of the Court ball, for which I had received my + invitation several weeks before. It seemed as if my fate forbade any + chance of my ever seeing her once more whose presence in Paris was the + great hope I held out to myself when coming. Already a rumor was afloat + that several officers had received orders to join their regiments; and now + I began to fear lest I should leave the capital without meeting her, and + was thinking of some plan by which I could attain that object, when a note + arrived from Mademoiselle de Lacostellerie, written with more than her + usual cordiality, and inviting me to dinner on the following day with a + very small party, but when I should meet one of my oldest friends. + </p> + <p> + I thought of every one in turn who could be meant under the designation, + but without ever satisfying my mind that I had hit upon the right one. + Tascher it could not be, for the very last accounts I had seen from + Germany spoke of him as with his regiment. My curiosity was sufficiently + excited to make me accept the invitation; and, true to time, I found + myself at the Hôtel Clichy at the hour appointed. + </p> + <p> + On entering the <i>salon</i>, I discovered that I was alone. None of the + guests had as yet arrived, nor had the ladies of the house made their + appearance; and I lounged about the splendid drawing-room, where every + appliance of luxury was multiplied: pictures, vases, statues, and bronzes + abounded,—for the apartment had all the ample proportions of a + gallery,—battle scenes from the great «vents of the Italian and + Egyptian campaigns; busts of celebrated generals and portraits of several + of the marshals, from the pencils of Gerard and David. But more than all + was I struck by one picture: it was a likeness of Pauline herself, in the + costume of a Spanish peasant. Never had artist caught more of the + character of his subject than in that brilliant sketch,—for it was + no more. The proud tone of the expression; the large, full eye, beaming a + bright defiance; the haughty curl of the lip; the determined air of the + figure, as she stood one foot in advance, and the arms hanging easily on + either side,—all conveyed an impression of high resolve and proud + determination quite her own. + </p> + <p> + I was leaning over the back of a chair, my eye steadfastly fixed on the + painting, when I heard a slight rustling of a dress near me. I turned + about: it was mademoiselle herself. Although the light of the apartment + was tempered by the closed jalousies, and scarcely more than a mere + twilight admitted, I could perceive that she colored and seemed confused + as she said,— + </p> + <p> + “I hope you don't think that picture is a likeness?” + </p> + <p> + “And yet,” said I, hesitatingly, “there is much that reminds me of you; I + mean, I can discover—” + </p> + <p> + “Say it frankly, sir; you think that saucy look is not from mere fancy. I + deemed you a closer observer; but no matter. You have been ill; I trust + you are recovered again.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a mere passing indisposition, which unfortunately came at the moment + of the Court ball. You were there, of course?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it was there we had the pleasure to meet your friend, the general: + but perhaps this is indiscreet on my part; I believe, indeed, I promised + to say nothing of him.” + </p> + <p> + “The general! Do you mean General d'Auvergne?” + </p> + <p> + “That much I will answer you,—I do not. But ask me no more + questions. Your patience will not be submitted to a long trial; he dines + with us to-day.” + </p> + <p> + I made no reply, but began to ponder over in my mind who the general in + question could be. + </p> + <p> + “There! pray do not worry yourself about what a few moments will reveal + for you, without any guessing. How strange it is, the intense feeling of + curiosity people are afflicted with who themselves have secrets.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have none, Mademoiselle; at least, none worth the telling.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” replied she, saucily. “But here come our guests.” + </p> + <p> + Several persons entered the <i>salon</i> at this moment, with each of whom + I was slightly acquainted; they were either members of the Government or + generals on the staff. The countess herself soon after made her + appearance; and now we only waited for the individual so distinctively + termed “my friend” to complete the party. + </p> + <p> + “Pauline has kept our secret, I hope,” said the countess to me. “I shall + be sadly disappointed if anything mars this surprise.” + </p> + <p> + “Who can it be?” thought I. “Or is the whole thing some piece of badinage + got up at my expense?” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had the notion struck me, when a servant flung wide the + folding-doors, and announced “le Général” somebody, but so mumbled was the + word, the nearest thing I could make of it was “Bulletin.” This time, + however, my curiosity suffered no long delay; for quickly after the + announcement a portly personage in an English uniform entered hastily, and + approaching madame, kissed her hand with a most gallant air; then turning + to mademoiselle, he performed a similar ceremony. All this time my eyes + were riveted upon him, without my being able to make the most remote guess + as to who he was. + </p> + <p> + “Must I introduce you, gentlemen?” said the countess: “Captain Burke.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, what! my old friend, my boy Tom! This you, with all that mustache? + Delighted to see you,” cried the large unknown, grasping me by the hands, + and shaking them with a cordiality I had not known for many a year. + </p> + <p> + “Really, sir,” said I, “I am but too happy to be recognized; but a most + unfortunate memory—” + </p> + <p> + “Memory, lad! I never forgot anything in life. I remember the doctor + shaking the snow off his boots the night I was born; a devilish cold + December. We lived at Benhungeramud, in the Himalaya.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” cried I; “is this Captain Bubbleton, my old and kind friend?” + </p> + <p> + “General, Tom,—Lieutenant-General Bubbleton, with your leave,” said + he, correcting me. “How the boy has grown! I remember him when he was + scarce so high.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear captain—” + </p> + <p> + “General, lieutenant-general—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Lieutenant-General,—to what happy chance do we owe the + pleasure of seeing you here?” + </p> + <p> + “War, boy,—the old story. But we shall have time enough to talk over + these things; and I see we are detaining the countess.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, the general gave his arm to madame, and led the way towards the + dinner; whither we followed,—I in a state of surprise and + astonishment that left me unable to collect my faculties for a + considerable time after. + </p> + <p> + Although the party, with the exception of Bubbleton, were French, he + himself, as was his wont, supported nearly the whole of the conversation; + and if his French was none of the most accurate, he amply made up in + volubility for all accidents of grammar. It appeared that he had been + three years at Verdun, a prisoner; though how he came there, whence, and + at what exact period, there was no discovering. And now his arrival at + Paris was an event equally shrouded in mystery, for no negotiations had + been opened for his exchange whatsoever; but he had had the eloquence to + persuade the préfet that the omission was a mere accident,—some + blunder of the War-Office people, which he would rectify on his arrival at + Paris. And there he was, though with what prospect of reaching England + none but one of his inventive genius could possibly guess. He was brimful + of politics, ministerial secrets, state news, and Government intentions, + not only as regarded England, but Austria and Russia: and communicated in + deep confidence a grand scheme by which the Fox ministry were to + immortalize themselves,—which was by giving up Malta to the + Bourbons, Louis the Eighteenth to be king, Goza to be a kind of dependency + to be governed by a lieutenant-general whom “he would not name;” finishing + his glass with an ominous look as he spoke. Thence he wandered on to his + repugnance to state, and dislike to any government, function,—illustrating + his quiet tastes and simple habits by recounting a career of Oriental + luxury in which he described himself as living for years past; every word + he spoke, whatever the impression on others, bringing me back most + forcibly to my boyish days in the old barrack, where first I met him. + Years had but cultivated his talents; his visions were bolder and more + daring than ever; while he had chastened down his hurried and excited tone + of narrative to a quiet flow of unexaggerated description, which, taking + his age and appearance into account, it was difficult to discredit. + </p> + <p> + Whether the Frenchmen really gave credit to his revelations, or only from + politeness affected to do it at first, I cannot say, but assuredly he put + all their courtesy to a rude test by a little anecdote before he left the + dinner-room. + </p> + <p> + While speaking of the memorable siege of Valenciennes in '93, at which one + of the French officers was present and in a high command, Bubbleton at + once launched forth into some very singular anecdotes of the campaign, + where, as he alleged, he also had served. + </p> + <p> + “We took an officer of one of your infantry regiments prisoner in a sortie + one evening,” said the Frenchman. “I commanded the party, and shall never + forget the daring intrepidity of his escape. He leaped from the wall into + the fosse, a height of thirty feet and upwards. <i>Parbleu!</i> we had not + the heart to fire after him, though we saw that after the shock he crawled + out upon his hands and feet, and soon afterwards gained strength enough to + run. He gave me his pocket-book with his name; I shall not forget it + readily,—it was Stopford.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, poor Billy! He was my junior lieutenant,” said Bubbleton; “an active + fellow, but he never could jump with me. Confound him! he has left me a + souvenir also, though a very different kind from yours,—a cramp in + the stomach I shall never get rid of.” + </p> + <p> + As this seemed a somewhat curious legacy from one brother officer to + another, we could not help calling on the general for an explanation,—a + demand Bubbleton never refused to gratify. + </p> + <p> + “It happened in this wise,” said he, pushing back his chair as he spoke, + and seating himself with the easy attitude of your true story-teller. “The + night before the assault—the 24th of July, if my memory serves me + right—the sappers were pushing forward the mines with all despatch. + Three immense globes were in readiness beneath the walls, and some minor + details were only necessary to complete the preparations. The stormers + consisted of four British and three German regiments,—my own, the + Welsh Fusiliers, being one of the former. We occupied the lines stretching + from L'Hérault to Damies.” + </p> + <p> + The French officer nodded assent, and Bubbleton resumed. + </p> + <p> + “The Fusiliers were on the right, and divided into two parties,—an + assaulting column and a supporting one; the advanced companies at half + cannon-shot from the walls, the others a little farther off. Thus we were, + when, about half-past ten, or it might be even eleven o'clock (we were + drinking some mulled claret in my quarters), a low, swooping kind of a + noise came stealing along the ground. We listened,—it grew stronger + and stronger; and then we could hear musket-shot and shouting, and the + tramp of men as if running. Out we went; and, by Jove! there we saw the + first battalion in full retreat towards the camp. It was a sortie in force + from the garrison, which drove in our advanced posts, and took several + prisoners. The drums now soon beat to quarters; the men fell in rapidly, + and we advanced to meet them,—no pleasant affair, either, let me + remark, for the night was pitch dark, and we could not even guess the + strength of your force. It was just then that I was running with all my + speed to come up with the flank companies, that my cover-sergeant, a cool, + old Scotch fellow, shouted out,— + </p> + <p> + “'Take care, sir! Stoop there, sir! stoop there!' + </p> + <p> + “But the advice came too late. I could just discern through the gloom + something black, hopping and bounding along towards me; now striking the + ground, and then rebounding again several feet in the air. + </p> + <p> + “'Stoop, sir! down!' cried he. + </p> + <p> + “But before I could throw myself flat, plump it took me here. Over I went, + breathless, and deeming all was finished; but, miraculous to say, in a few + minutes after I found myself coming to, and except the shock, nothing the + worse for the injury. + </p> + <p> + “'Was that a shell, Sergeant?' said I; 'a spent shell?' + </p> + <p> + “'Na, sir,' said he, in his own broad way, 'it was naething o' the kind; + it was only Lieutenant Stopford's head that was snapped aff up there.'” + </p> + <p> + “His head!” exclaimed we all of a breath,—“his head!» + </p> + <p> + “Yes, poor fellow, so it was; a damned hard kind of a bullet-head, too! + The blow has left a weakness of the stomach I suppose I shall never + recover from; and the occurrence being so singular, I have actually never + asked for a pension,—there are people, by Jove! would throw + discredit on it.” + </p> + <p> + This latter observation seemed so perfectly to sum up our own thoughts on + the matter that we really had nothing to remark on it; and after a silence + of a few seconds, politely relieved by the countess hinting at coffee in + the drawing-room, we arose and followed her. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. THE RUE DES CAPUCINES + </h2> + <p> + Before I parted with Bubbleton that evening be promised to breakfast with + me on the following morning; and true to his word, entered my quarters + soon after ten o'clock. I longed to have an opportunity of talking to him + alone, and learning some intelligence of that country, which, young as I + had left it, was still hallowed in memory as my own. + </p> + <p> + “Eh, by Jupiter! this is something like a quarter,—gilded mouldings, + frescos, silk hangings, and Persian rugs. I say, Tom, are you sure you + haven't made a mistake, my boy, and just imagined that you were somebody + else,—Murat or Bernadotte, for example? The thing is far easier than + you may think; it happened to me before now.” + </p> + <p> + “Be tranquil on that score,” said I, “we are both at home; though these + quarters are, as you remark, far beyond the mark of a captain of hussars.” + </p> + <p> + “A captain! Why, hang it, you're not captain already?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, to be sure. What signifies it? Only think of your own rapid rise + since we parted; you were but a captain then, and to be now a + lieutenant-general!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, true, very true,” said he, hurriedly, while he bustled about the + room, examining the furniture, and inspecting the decorations most + narrowly. “Capital service this must be,” muttered he, between his teeth; + “not much pay, I fancy, but a deal of plunder and private robbery.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot say much on that head,” said I, laughing outright at what he + intended for a soliloquy; “but I must confess I have no reason to complain + of my lot.” + </p> + <p> + “Egad! I should think not,” rejoined he; “better than Old George's Street. + Well, well, I wish I were but back there,—that's all.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, sit down to your breakfast; and perhaps when we talk it over some + plan may present itself for your exchange.” + </p> + <p> + How thoroughly had I forgotten my friend when I uttered the sentiment; for + scarcely was he seated at table, when he launched out, as of old, into one + of his visionary harangues,—throwing forth dark hints of his own + political importance, and the keen watch the Emperor had set upon his + movements. + </p> + <p> + “No, my friend, the thing is impossible,” said he, ominously. “Nap. knows + me; he knows my influence with the Tories. To let me escape would be to + blow all his schemes to the winds. I am destined for the 'Temple,' if not + for the guillotine.” + </p> + <p> + The solemnity of his voice and manner at this moment was too much for me, + and I laughed outright. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, you may laugh; so does Anna Maria.” + </p> + <p> + “And is Miss Bubbleton here, too?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; we are both here,” ejaculated he, with a deep sigh. “Rue Neuve des + Capucines, No. 46, four flights above the entresol! Ay, and in that + entresol they have two spies of Fouché's police; I know them well, though + they pretend to be hairdressers. I'm too much for old Fouché yet; depend + upon it, Tom.” + </p> + <p> + It was in vain I endeavored to ascertain what circumstances led him to + believe himself suspected by the Government; neither was I more fortunate + in discovering how he first became a <i>détenu</i>. The mist of imaginary + events, places, and people which he had conjured up around him, prevented + his ever being able to see his way, or know clearly any one fact connected + with his present position. Dark hints about spies, suspicious innuendoes + of concealed enemies, plotting préfets and opened letters, had actually + filled his brain to the exclusion of everything rational and reasonable, + and I began seriously to fear for my poor friend's intellect. + </p> + <p> + Hoping by a change of topic to induce a more equable tone of thinking, I + asked about Ireland. + </p> + <p> + “All right there! they've hanged 'em all,” said he. Then, as if suddenly + remembering himself, he added, with a slight confusion, “You were well out + of that scrape, Tom. Your old friend Barton had a warrant for you the + morning you left, and there was a reward of five hundred pounds for your + apprehension; and something, too, for a confounded old piper,—old + Blast-the-Bellows, I think they called him.” + </p> + <p> + “Darby! What of him, Bubbleton? they did not take him, I trust?” + </p> + <p> + “No, by Jove! They hanged two fellows, each of whom they believed to be + him, and he was in the crowd looking on, they say. But he's at large + still; and the report goes, Barton does not stir out at night for fear of + meeting him, as the fellow has an old score to settle with him.” + </p> + <p> + “And so, all hopes of liberty would seem extinguished now,” said I, + gloomily. + </p> + <p> + “That is as you may take it, Tom. I'm a bad judge of these things; but I + fancy that a man who can live here might contrive to eke out life under a + British Government; though he might yearn now and then for a secret + police, a cabinet noir, or perhaps a tight cravat in the Temple.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! my friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, there it is! Now, if we were in Dame Street, we might abuse the + ministers and the army and the Lord-Lieutenant to our heart's content; and + if Jemmy O'Brien was n't one of the company, I 'd not mind a hit at Barton + himself.” + </p> + <p> + “But does England still maintain her proud tone of ascendency towards + Ireland? Is the Saxon the hereditary lord, and the Celt the slave, still?” + </p> + <p> + “There again you puzzle me; for I never saw much of this same ascendency, + or slavery either. Loyal people, some way or other, were usually in favor + with the Government, and had what many thought a most unjust proportion of + the good things to their share. But even the others got off in most cases + easily too; a devilish deal better than you treated those luckless + Austrians the other day. You killed some thirty thousand, and made + bankrupts of the rest of the nation. But then, to be sure, it was the + cause of liberty you were fighting for. And as for the Italians—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes! but you forget these were wars not of our seeking; the treachery of + false-hearted allies led to these sad results.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so. But certain it is, nations, like individuals, that have a + taste for fighting, usually have the good luck to find an adversary; and + as your Emperor here seems to have learned the Donnybrook Fair trick of + trailing his coat after him, it would be strange enough if nobody would + gratify him by standing on it.” + </p> + <p> + Without being able to say why, I felt piqued and annoyed at the tone of + Bubbleton's remarks, which, coming from one of his narrow intelligence on + ordinary topics, worried me only the more. I had long since seen that the + liberty with which in boyhood I was infatuated had no existence save in + the dreams of ardent patriotism; that the great and the mighty felt + ambition a goal, and power a birthright; that the watchwords of freedom + were inscribed on banners when the sentiments had died out of men's + hearts, while as a passion the more dazzling one of glory made every other + pale before it; and that the calm head and moderate judgment could scarce + survive contact with the intoxicating triumphs of a nation's successes. + </p> + <p> + Such was, indeed, the real change Napoleon had wrought in France. Their + enthusiasm could not rest content with national liberty; glory alone could + satisfy a nation drunk with victory. Against the stern followers of the + Republican era—the soldiers of the Sambre and Meuse, the men of + Jemmappes—he had arrayed the ardent, high-spirited youth of the + Consulate and the Empire, the heroes of Areola, of Rivoli, of Cairo, and + Austerlitz. How vain to discuss questions of social order or national + freedom with the cordoned and glittering bands who saw monarchy and + kingdoms among the prizes of their ambition! And even I, who had few + ambitious hopes, how the ardor that once stimulated me and led me to the + soldier's life,—how had it given way to the mere conventional + aspirings of a class! The grade of colonel was far oftener in my thoughts + than the cause of freedom; the cross of the Legion would have reconciled + me to much that in my calmer judgment I might deem harsh and tyrannical. + </p> + <p> + “Believe me, Tom,” said Bubbleton, who saw in my silence that his + observations had their weight with me, “believe me, my philosophy is the + true one,—never to meddle where you cannot serve yourself or some of + your friends. The world will always consist of two parties,—one + governing, the other governed. We belong to the latter category, and shall + only get into a scrape by poking our heads where they have no business to + be.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, a few moments since you were full of state secrets, and plots, and + secret treaties, and Heaven knows what besides!” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure I was. And for whose interest, man,—for whose sake? + George Frederick Augustus Bubbleton's. Ay, no doubt of it. Here am I, a <i>détenu</i>,—and + have been these two years and a half—wasting away existence at + Verdun, while my property is going to the devil from sheer neglect. My + West India estates, who can say how I shall find them? my Calcutta + property, the same; then there's that fee-simple thing in Norfolk. But I + can't even think of it. Well, I verily believe no single step has been + taken for my release or exchange. The Whigs, you know, will do nothing for + me. I may tell you in confidence,”—here he dropped his voice to a + low whisper,—“I may tell you, Charles Fox hates me. But more of this + another time. What was I to do in all this mess of trouble and misfortune? + Stand still and bear it? No, faith; that's not Bubbleton policy. You 'd + never guess what I did.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear not.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it chanced that some little literary labors of mine—you know + I dally sometimes with the muse—became known to the préfet at + Verdun. I saw that they watched me; and consequently I made great efforts + at secrecy, concealing my papers in the chimney, under the floor, sewing + them in the linings of my coat, and so on. The bait took: they made a + regular search, seizing my manuscripts, put great seals on all the + packages, and sent them up to Paris. The day after, I made submission,—offered + to reveal all to the Minister for Foreign Affairs. And accordingly they + sent me up here with an escort. What would have come next I cannot tell + you, if Anna Maria had not found out Lord Lauderdale, and trumped up some + story to him, so that he interfered. And we are now living at the Rue + Neuve des Capucines; but how long we shall be there, and where they may + send us next, I wish I could only guess.” + </p> + <p> + A few minutes' consideration satisfied me that the police were concerned + in Bubbleton's movements, and, knowing at once that no danger was to be + apprehended from such a source, were merely holding him up for some + occasion when they could make use of him to found some charge against the + British Government,—a manoeuvre constantly employed, and always + successful with the Parisians, wherever an explanation became necessary in + the public papers. + </p> + <p> + It would have served no purpose to impart these suspicions of mine to + Bubbleton himself; on the contrary, he would inevitably have destroyed all + clew to their confirmation by some false move, had I done so. With this + impression, then, I resolved to wait patiently, watch events, and when the + time came, see what best could be done towards effecting his liberation. + </p> + <p> + As I was disposed to place more reliance on Miss Bubbleton's statements + than those of her imaginative brother, I agreed to his proposal to pay her + a visit; and accordingly we set out together for the Rue Neuve des + Capucines. + </p> + <p> + Lieutenant-General Bubbleton's quarters were by no means of that imposing + character which befitted his rank in the British army. Traversing a dirty + courtyard strewed with firewood, we entered a little gloomy passage, from + which a still gloomier stair ascended to the topmost regions of the house, + where, unlocking a door, he pushed me before him into a small, + meanly-furnished apartment, the centre of which was occupied by a little + iron stove, whose funnel pierced the ceiling above, and gave the chamber + somewhat the air of a ship's cabin. Bubbleton, however, either did not or + would not perceive any want of comfort or propriety in the whole; on the + contrary, he strode the floor with the step of an emperor, and placed the + chair for me to sit on as though he were about to seat me on a throne. + While exchanging his coat for a most ragged dressing-gown, he threw + himself on an old sofa with such energy of ease that the venerable article + of furniture creaked and groaned in every joint. + </p> + <p> + “She's out,” said he, with a toss of his thumb to a half-open door; “gone + to take a stroll in the Tuileries for half an hour, so that we shall have + a little chat before she comes. And now, what will ye take? A little + sherry and water? a glass of maraschino, eh? or what say you to a nip of + real Nantz?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, my dear friend; you forget the hour, not to speak of my French + education.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, very true,” said he. “When I was in the Forty-fifth—” When he + had uttered these words, he stopped suddenly, hesitated, and stammered, + and at last, fairly overcome with confusion, he unfolded a huge + pocket-handkerchief, and blew his nose with the sound of a cavalry + trumpet, while he resumed: “We had a habit in the old Forty-fifth—a + deuced bad one, I confess—of a mess breakfast, that began after + parade and always ran into luncheon—But hush! here she comes,” cried + he, in evident delight at the interruption so opportunely arriving. Then, + springing up, he threw open the door, and called out, “I say, Anna Maria, + you 'll not guess who's here?” + </p> + <p> + Either the ascent of the steep stair called for all the lady's spare + lungs, or the question had little interest for her, as she certainly made + no reply whatever, but continued to mount, step by step, with that + plodding, monosyllabic pace one falls into at the highest of six flights. + </p> + <p> + “No,” cried he aloud, “no, you're wrong; it is not Lauderdale.” Then, + turning towards me, with a finger to his nose, he added, with pantomimic + action, “She thinks you are Yarmouth. Wrong again, by Jove! What do you + say to Tom Burke,—Burke of 'Ours.' as I used to call him long ago?” + </p> + <p> + By this time Miss Bubbleton had reached the door, and was holding the + handle to recover her breath after the fatigue of the ascent. Even in that + momentary glance, however, I recognized her. Nothing altered by time, she + was the same crabbed, crossgrained-looking personage I remembered years + before. She carried a little basket on her arm, of which her brother + hastened to relieve her, and showed no little concern to remove out of + sight. Being divested of this, she held out her hand, and saluted me with + more cordiality than I looked for. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had our greetings been exchanged, when Bubbleton broke in, “I 've + told him everything, Anna Maria. He knows the whole affair; no use in + boring him with any more. I say, isn't he grown prodigiously? And a + captain already,—just think of that.” + </p> + <p> + “And so, sir, you've heard of the sad predicament his folly has brought us + into?” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, hush, Anna Maria!” cried Bubbleton; “no nonsense, old girl. Burke + will put all to rights; he's aide-de-camp to Murat, and dines with him + every day,—eh, Tom?” + </p> + <p> + “What if he be?” interrupted the lady, without permitting me time to + disclaim the honor. “How can he ever—” + </p> + <p> + “I tell you, it's all arranged between us; and don't make a fuss about + nothing. You 'll only make bad worse, as you always do. Come, Tom; the + secret is, I shall be ruined if I don't get back to England soon. Heaven + knows who receives my dividends all this time. Then that confounded tin + mine! they 've mismanaged the thing so much I haven't received five + hundred pounds from Cornwall since this time twelve months.” + </p> + <p> + “That you haven't,” said the lady, as with clasped hands and eyes fixed + she sat staring at the little stove with the stern stoicism of a martyr. + </p> + <p> + “She knows that,” said Bubbleton, with a nod, as if grateful for even so + much testimony in his favor. “And as for that scoundrel, Thistlethwait, + the West India agent, I've a notion he's broke; not a shilling from him + either.” + </p> + <p> + “Not sixpence,” echoed the lady. + </p> + <p> + “You hear that,” cried he, overjoyed at the concurrence. “And the fact is,—you + will smile when I tell you, but upon my honor it's true,—I am + actually hard up for cash.” + </p> + <p> + The idea tickled him so much, and seemed so ludicrous withal, that he fell + back on the sofa, and laughed till the tears ran down his face. Not so + Miss Bubbleton: her grim face grew more fixed, every feature hardened as + if becoming stone, while gradually a sneer curled her thin lip; but she + never spoke a word. + </p> + <p> + “I'll not speak of the annoyance of being out of England, nor the loss of + influence a man sustains after a long absence,” said Bubbleton, as he + paced the room with his hands deep thrust in his dressing-gown pockets. + “These are things one can feel; and as for me, they weigh more on my mind + than mere money considerations.” + </p> + <p> + “But, General,” said I— + </p> + <p> + “General!” echoed the lady with a start round, and holding up both her + hands,—“General! You have n't been such a fool,—it's not + possible you could be such a fool—” + </p> + <p> + “Will you please to be quiet, old damsel?” said Bubbleton, with more of + harshness than he had yet used in his manner. “Can you persuade yourself + to mind your own household concerns, and leave George Frederick Augustus + Bubbleton to manage his own matters as he deems best?” + </p> + <p> + Here he turned short round towards me, and throwing up his eyebrows to + their full height, he touched his forehead knowingly with the tip of his + forefinger, and uttered the words,— + </p> + <p> + “You understand! Poor thing!” concluding the pantomime with a deep sigh + from the bottom of his chest, while he added something in a low whisper + about “a fall from an elephant when she was a child!” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Burke, will you listen to me?” said the lady, with an energy of voice + and manner there was no gainsaying—“listen to me for five minutes; + and probably, short as the time is, I may be able to put you in possession + of a few plain facts concerning our position, and if you have the + inclination and the power to serve us, you may then know how best it can + be done.” + </p> + <p> + Bubbleton made me a sign to gratify her desire of loquaciousness, while + with a most expressive shrug he intimated that I should probably hear a + very incoherent statement. This done, he lighted his meerschaum, wrapped + his ragged <i>robe de chambre</i> around him, and lay down full length on + the sofa, with the air of a man who had fortified himself to undergo any + sacrifices that might be demanded at his hands; taking care the while to + assume his position in such a manner that he could exchange glances with + me without his being observed by his sister. + </p> + <p> + “We came over, Mr. Burke, only a few months before the war broke out, and + like the rest of our countrymen and women were made <i>détenus</i>. This + was bad enough; but my wise brother made it far worse, for instead of + giving his name, with his real rank and position, he would call himself a + lieutenant-general, affect to have immense wealth and great political + influence. The consequence was, when others were exchanged and sent home, + his name not being discoverable in any English list, was passed over; + while his assumed fortune involved us in every expense and extravagance, + and his mock importance made us the object of the secret police, who never + ceased to watch and spy after us.” + </p> + <p> + “Capital! excellent! by Jove!” cried Bubbleton, as he rolled forth a long + curl of blue smoke from the angle of his mouth; “she 's admirable!” + </p> + <p> + “I ought to have told you before,” said the lady, not paying the least + attention to his interruption, “that he was obliged to sell out of the + Forty-fifth; a certain Mr. Montague Crofts, whom you may remember, having + won every shilling he possessed, even to the sale of his commission. This + was the cause of our coming abroad; so that at the very moment that he was + giving himself these airs of pretended greatness, we were ruined.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon my life, she believes all that,” whispered Bubbleton, with a wink at + me. “Poor old thing! I must get Larrey to look at her.” + </p> + <p> + “Happily, or unhappily—who shall say which?—there was a + greater fool even than himself in the village; and he was the <i>maire</i>. + This wise functionary became alarmed at the piles of papers and rolls of + manuscripts that were seen about our rooms, and equally suspicious about + the dark hints and mysterious innuendoes he threw out from time to time. + The préfet was informed of it; and the result was, an order for our + removal to Paris. Here, then, we are; with what destiny before us who + shall tell? For, as he still persists in his atrocious nonsense, and calls + himself major-general—” + </p> + <p> + “Lieutenant-general, my dear,” said Bubbleton, mildly; “I never was + major-general.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it not too bad?” said she. “Could any patience endure this?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be violent; take care, Anna Maria,” said he, rebukingly. “Potts + said I should use restraint again, if you showed any return of the + paroxysm. That's the way she takes it,” said he in a low whisper, “with a + blinking about the eyes and a pattering of the feet. Bathe your temples, + dear, and you'll be better presently.” + </p> + <p> + Anna Maria sat still, not uttering a word, and actually fearing by a + gesture to encourage a commentary on her manner. + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes she 'll mope for hours,” muttered he in my ear; “at others, + she's furious,—there's no saying how it will turn. You wouldn't like + a pipe? I forgot to ask you.” + </p> + <p> + “And worse than all, sir,” said the lady, as if no longer able to restrain + her temper, “he is supposed to be a spy of the police. I heard it myself + this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, what!” exclaimed Bubbleton, jumping up in an ecstasy of delight. “A + spy! By Jove! I knew it. Lord! what fellows they are, these French! not + two days here yet, and they discovered I was no common man,—eh, + Burke? Maybe I haven't frightened them, my boy. It's not every one would + create such a sensation, let me tell you; I knew I'd do it.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Bubbleton looked at him for an instant with a sneer of the most + withering contempt, and then rising abruptly, left the room. But the + general little cared for such evidences of her censure; he danced about + the room, snapping his fingers, and chuckling with self-satisfaction, the + thought of being believed to be a police spy giving him the most intense + and heartfelt pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “She has moments, Tom, when she's downright clear; you 'd not think it, + but sometimes she's actually shrewd. You saw how she hit upon that.” + </p> + <p> + “Would that her brother was favored with some of these lucid intervals!” + was the thought that ran through my head at the moment; for I knew better + than he did how needful a clearer brain and sharper faculties than his + would be to escape the snares his folly and vanity were spreading around + him. + </p> + <p> + “Shall we make a morning call at our friend the countess's, Tom?” said + Bubbleton. “She told me she received every day about this hour.” + </p> + <p> + I felt nowise disposed for the visit; and so, having engaged my friend to + dine with me at the Luxembourg the next day, we parted. + </p> + <p> + As I sauntered homewards, I was surprised how difficult I found it to + disabuse my mind of the absurd insinuations Bubbleton had thrown out + against his sister's sanity; for, though well knowing his fondness for + romance, and his taste for embellishment on every occasion, I. yet could + not get rid of the impression that her oddity of manner might only be + another feature of eccentricity, just as extravagant, but differing in its + tendencies, as his own. + </p> + <p> + To assist him whose kindness to myself of old I never ceased to remember + with gratitude, was my firm resolve; but to ascertain his exact position + was all-essential for this purpose, and I could not help saying, half + aloud, “If I had but Duchesne here now!” + </p> + <p> + “Speak of the devil, <i>mon ami!</i>” said he, drawing his arm within + mine, while I was scarcely able to avoid a cry of astonishment. “Where do + you dine to-day, Burke?” said he, in his quiet, easy tone. + </p> + <p> + “But where did you come from, Duchesne? Are you long here?” + </p> + <p> + “Answer my question first. Can you dine with me?” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure; with pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Then meet me at the corner of the Rue des Trois Têtes, at six o'clock, + and I 'll be your guide afterwards. This is <i>my</i> way now. <i>Au + revoir</i>.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. THE MOISSON d'OR + </h2> + <p> + When I arrived at the rendezvous, I found Duchesne already awaiting me + with a carriage, into which we stepped, and drove rapidly away. + </p> + <p> + “A man of your word, Burke; and, what is scarcely less valuable in the + times we live in, a man of prudence too.” + </p> + <p> + “As how the latter, may I ask?” + </p> + <p> + “You have not come in uniform, which is all the better where we are going; + besides, it gives me the hope of presenting you to my respected aunt, the + Duchesse de Montserrât, who will take your black coat as a compliment to + the whole Bourbon dynasty. You must come with me there, if it only be for + half an hour. And now tell me, have you ever dined at the 'Moisson d'Or'?” + </p> + <p> + “Never; not even heard of the house.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, you shall to-day. And meanwhile I may tell you, that although + in a remote and little-visited quarter of Paris, it stands unrivalled for + the excellence of its fare and the rare delicacy of its wines,—a + reputation not of yesterday, but of some years' standing. Nor is that the + only thing remarkable about it, as I shall explain hereafter. But come! + How are your friends at the Hôtel Clichy? and how fares your suit with + mademoiselle?” + </p> + <p> + “My suit? It never was such. You know, to the full as well as I do, my + pretensions aspired not half so high.” + </p> + <p> + “So much the better, and so much the worse. I mean the former for me, as I + hate to have a friend for a rival; the latter for you, who ought to have + learned by this time that a handsome girl and a million of francs are more + easily won than a cross of the Legion or a colonel's epaulette.” + </p> + <p> + “And are you serious, Duchesne? Have you really intentions in that + quarter?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Morbleu!</i> to be sure I have. It is for that I am here in Paris in + the dog days; travelled one hundred and twenty leagues; ay, and more, too,—have + brought with me my most aristocratic aunt, who never remembers in her life + to have seen full-grown leaves in the Tuileries gardens. I knew what an + ally she would be in the negotiation; and so I managed, through some + friends in the bureau of the minister, to give her a rare fright about an + estate of hers, which by some accident escaped confiscation in the + Revolution, and which nothing but the greatest efforts on her part could + now rescue from the fangs of the crown. You may be sure she is not + particularly in love with the present Government on this score; but the + trick secures her speaking more guardedly than she has the habit of doing, + besides inducing her to make acquaintances nothing but such a threat would + accomplish.” + </p> + <p> + “You intend, then, she should know Madame de Lacostellerie?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course. I have already persuaded her that the Hôtel Clichy is the + pivot of all Paris, and that nothing but consummate tact and management on + her part will succeed there.” + </p> + <p> + “But I scarcely thought you cared for mademoiselle; and never dreamed of + your proposing to marry her.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I, till about a week ago. However, my plans require money, and would + not be encumbered by my having a wife. I see nothing better at the moment, + and so my mind is soon made up. But here we are; this is our + resting-place.” + </p> + <p> + The “Moisson d'Or,” although not known to me, was then the most celebrated + place for dining in Paris. The habits of the house—for there was no + <i>table d'hôte</i>—required that everything should be ordered + beforehand, and the parties all dined separately. The expensive habits and + extravagant prices secured its frequenters from meeting the class who + usually dined at restaurants; and this gave it a vogue among the wealthy + and titled, whose equipages now thronged the street, and filled the <i>porte + cochère</i>. I had but time to recognize the face of one of the marshals + and a minister of state, as we pushed our way through the court, and + entered a small pavilion beyond it. + </p> + <p> + “I'll join you in an instant,” said Duchesne, as he left the room hastily + after the waiter. In a couple of minutes he was back again. “Come along; + it's all right,” said he. “I wish to show you a corner of the old house + that only the privileged ever see, and we are fortunate in finding it + unoccupied.” + </p> + <p> + We recrossed the court, and mounted a large oak stair to a corridor, which + conducted us, by three sides of a quadrangle, to a smaller stair, nearly + perpendicular. At the top of this, a strong door, barred and padlocked, + stood, which, being opened, led into a large and lofty <i>salon</i>, + opening by three spacious windows on a terrace that formed the roof of the + building. Some citron and orange trees were disposed tastefully along + this, and filled the room with their fragrance. + </p> + <p> + “Here, Antoine; let us be served here,” said Duchesne to the waiter; “I + have already given orders about the dinner. And now, Burke, come out here. + What think you of that view?” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had I set foot on the terrace, when I started back in mingled + admiration and amazement. Beneath us lay the great city, in the mellow + light of an evening in September. Close—so close as actually to + startle—was the large dome of the Invalides shining like a ball of + molten gold, the great courtyard in front dotted with figures; beyond, + again, was the Seine, the surface flashing and flickering in the sunlight,—I + traced it along to the Pont Neuf; and then my eye rested on Notre-Dame, + whose tall, dark towers stood out against the pinkish sky, while the + deep-toned bell boomed through the still air. I turned towards the + Tuileries, and could see the guard of honor in waiting for the Emperor's + appearing. In the gardens, hundreds were passing and repassing, or + standing around the band which played in front of the pavilion. A tide of + population poured across the bridges and down the streets, along which + equipages and horsemen dashed impetuously onward. There was all the life + and stir of a mighty city, its sounds dulled by distance, but blended into + one hoarse din, like the far-off sea at night. + </p> + <p> + “You don't know, Burke, that this was a favorite resort of the courtiers + of the last reign. The gay young Gardes du Corps, the gallant youths of + the royal household, constantly dined here. The terrace we now stand on + once held a party who came at the invitation of no less a personage than + him whom men call Louis the Eighteenth. It was a freak of the time to + pronounce the Court dinners execrable: and they even go so far as to say + that Marie Antoinette herself once planned a party here; but this I cannot + vouch for.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Duchesne was interrupted by the entrance of the waiters who + came to serve the dinner. I had not a moment left to admire the beauty and + richness of the antique silver dishes which covered the table, when a + gentle tap at the door attracted my attention. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! Jacotot himself!” said Duchesne, as, rising hastily, he advanced to + meet the new arrival. He was a tall, thin old man, much stooped by years, + but with an air and carriage distinctly well bred; his white hair, brushed + rigidly back, fastened into a queue behind, and his lace “jabot” and + ruffles, bespoke him as the remnant of a date long past. His coat was + blue, of a shade somewhat lighter than is usually worn. He also wore large + buckles in his shoes, whose brilliancy left no doubt of their real value. + Bowing with great ceremony, he advanced slowly into the room. + </p> + <p> + “You are come to dine with us,—is it not so, Jacotot?” said + Duchesne, as he still held his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, my dear chevalier; the Comte de Chambord and Edouard de + Courcelles are below,—I have promised to join them.” + </p> + <p> + “And is Courcelles here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the old man, with a timid glance towards where I sat, and a + look as if imploring caution and reserve. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, fear nothing. And that reminds me I have not presented my friend and + brother officer: Captain Burke,—Monsieur Jacotot. You may feel + assured, Jacotot, I make no mistake in the friends I introduce here.” + </p> + <p> + The old man gave a smile of pleasure; while, turning to me, he said,— + </p> + <p> + “He is discretion itself; and I am but too happy to make your + acquaintance. And now, Chevalier, one word with you.” + </p> + <p> + He retreated towards the door, holding Duchesne's arm, and whispering as + he went. Duchesne's face, however, expressed his impatience as he spoke; + and at last he said,— + </p> + <p> + “As you please, my worthy friend; I always submit to your wiser counsels. + So farewell for the present.” + </p> + <p> + He looked after the old man as he slowly descended the stairs, and then + closing the door and locking it, he exclaimed,— + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu!</i>I found it very hard to listen to his prosing with even a + show of patience, and was half tempted to tell him that the Bourbons could + wait, though the soup could not.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Monsieur Jacotot is a Royalist, I presume?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, that he is; and so are all they who frequent this house. Don't start; + the police know it well, and no one is more amused at their absurd + plottings and conspirings than Fouché himself. Now and then, to be sure, + some fool, more rash and brainless than the others, will come up from La + Vendée and try to knock his head against the walls of the Temple,—like + De Courcelles there, who has no other business in Paris except to be + guillotined, if it were worth the trouble. Then the minister affects to + stir himself and be on the alert, just to terrify them; but he well knows + that danger lurks not in this quarter. Believe me, Burke, the present + rulers of France have no greater security than in the contemptible + character of all their opponents. There is no course for a man of energy + and courage to adopt. But I ask your pardon, my dear friend, for this + treasonable talk. What think you of the dinner? The Royalists would never + have fallen if they had understood government as well as cuisine. Taste + that <i>suprême</i>, and say if you don't regret the Capets,—a + feeling you can indulge the more freely because you never knew them.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot comprehend, Duchesne, what are the grievances you charge against + the present Government of France. Had you been an old courtier of the last + reign,—a hanger-on of Versailles or the Tuileries,—the thing + were intelligible; but you, a soldier, a man of daring and enterprise—” + </p> + <p> + “Let me interrupt you. I am so only because it is the taste of the day; + but I despise the parade of military glory we have got into the habit of. + I prefer the period when a <i>mot</i> did as much and more than a + discharge of <i>mitraille</i>, and men's <i>esprit</i> and talent + succeeded better than a strong sword-arm or a seat on horseback. There + were gentlemen in France once, my dear Burke. Ay, <i>parbleu!</i> and + ladies too,—not marchionesses of the drum-head nor countesses of the + bivouac, but women in whom birth heightened beauty, whose loveliness had + the added charm of high descent beaming from their bright eyes and sitting + throned on their lofty brows; before whom our mustached marshals had stood + trembling and ashamed,—these men who lounge so much at ease in the + <i>salons</i> of the Tuileries! Let me help you to this <i>salmi</i>; it + is <i>à la Louis Quinze</i>, and worthy of the Regency itself. Well, then, + a glass of Burgundy.” + </p> + <p> + “Your friend Monsieur Jacotot seems somewhat of an original,” said I, half + desirous to change a topic which I always felt an unpleasant one. + </p> + <p> + “You are not wrong; he is so. Jacotot is a thorough Frenchman; at least, + he has had the fortune to mix up in his destiny those extremes of elevated + sentiment and absurdity which go very far to compose the life of my good + countrymen. I must tell you a short anecdote—But shall we adjourn to + the terrace? for, to prevent the interruption of servants, I have ordered + our dessert there.” + </p> + <p> + This was a most agreeable proposal; and so, having seated ourselves in a + little arbor of orange-shrubs, with a view of the river and the Palace + gardens beneath us, Duchesne thus began:— + </p> + <p> + “I am going somewhat far back in history; but have no fears on that head, + Burke,—my story is a very brief one. There was, once upon a time, in + France, a monarch of some repute, called Louis the Fourteenth; a man, if + fame be not unjust, who possessed the most kingly qualities of which we + have any record in books. He was brave, munificent, high-minded, ardent, + selfish, cruel, and ungrateful, beyond any other man in his own dominions; + and, like people with such gifts, he had the good fortune to attach men to + him just as firmly and devotedly as though he was not in his heart devoid + of every principle of friendship and affection. I need not tell you what + the ladies of his reign thought of him; my present business is with the + ruder sex. + </p> + <p> + “Among the courtiers of the day was a certain Vicomte Arnoud de Gency, a + young man who, at the age of eighteen, won his grade of colonel at the + siege of Besançon by an act of coolness and courage worthy recording. He + deliberately advanced into one of the breaches, and made a sketch of the + interior works of the fortification while the enemy's shot was tearing up + the ground around him. When the deed was reported to the king, he + interrupted the relation, saying, 'Don't tell me who did this, for I have + made De Gency a colonel for it;' so rapidly did Louis guess the author of + so daring a feat. + </p> + <p> + “From that hour, the young colonel's fortune was made. He was appointed + one of the gentlemen of the chamber to his Majesty, and distinguished by + almost daily marks of royal intimacy. His qualities eminently fitted him + for the tone of the society he lived in; he was a most witty converser, a + good musician, and had, moreover, a very handsome person,—gifts not + undervalued at Saint-Germain. + </p> + <p> + “Such were his social qualities; and so thoroughly did he understand the + king's humor, that even La Vallière herself saw the necessity of retaining + him at the Court, and, in fact, made a confidant of him on several + occasions of difficulty. Still, with all these favors of fortune, when the + object of envy to almost all the rest of the household, Arnoud de Gency + was suffering in his heart one of the most trying afflictions that can + befall a proud man so placed; he was in actual poverty,—in want so + pressing that all the efforts he could make, all the contrivances he could + practise, were barely sufficient to prevent his misery being public. The + taste for splendor in dress and equipage which characterized the period + had greatly injured his private fortune, while the habit of high play, + which Louis encouraged and liked to see about him, completed his ruin. The + salary of his appointments was merely enough to maintain his daily + expenditure; and thus was he, with a breaking heart, obliged not only to + mix in all the reckless gayety and frivolity of that voluptuous Court, + but, still more, tax his talents and his energies for new themes of + pleasure, fresh sources of amusement. + </p> + <p> + “Worn out at length by the long struggle between his secret sorrow and his + pride, he resolved to appeal to the king, and in a few words tell his + Majesty the straits to which he was reduced, and implore his protection. + To this he was impelled not solely on his own account, but on that also of + his only child, a boy of eight or nine years old, whose mother died in + giving him birth. + </p> + <p> + “An occasion soon presented itself. The king had given orders for a + hunting-party at St. Cloud; and at an early hour of the morning De Gency + in his hunting-dress took up his position in one of the ante-chambers + through which the king must pass: not alone, however; at his side there + stood a lovely boy, also dressed in the costume of the chase. He wore a + velvet doublet of green, slashed with gold, and ornamented by a broad + belt, from which hung his <i>couteau de chasse</i>; even to the falcon + feather in his cap, nothing was forgotten. + </p> + <p> + “He had not waited long when the folding-doors were thrown wide, and a + moment after Louis appeared, accompanied by a single attendant, the + Marquis de Verneuil, unhappily one of the very few enemies Arnoud + possessed in the world. + </p> + <p> + “'Ah, De Gency! you here?' said the king, gayly. 'They told me “brelan” + had been unfavorable lately, and that we should not see you.' + </p> + <p> + “'It is true, Sire,' said he, with a sad effort at a smile; 'it is only on + your Majesty fortune always smiles.' + </p> + <p> + “'<i>Pardieu!</i> you must not say so; I lost a rouleau last night. But + whom have we here?' + </p> + <p> + “'My son; so please you, Sire, my only son, who desires, at an earlier age + than even his father did, to serve your Majesty.' + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0012" id="linkimage-0012"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/230.jpg" alt="230 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “'How like his mother!' said the king, pushing back the fair ringlets from + the boy's forehead, and gazing almost fondly on his handsome features,—'how + like her! She was a Courcelles?' + </p> + <p> + “'She was, Sire,' said Arnoud, as the tears fell on his cheek and coursed + slowly along his face. + </p> + <p> + “'And you want something for him?' said the king, resuming his wonted + tone, while he busied himself with his sword-knot; 'is it not so?' + </p> + <p> + “'If I might dare to ask—' + </p> + <p> + “'Assuredly you may. The thing is, what can we do? Eh, Verneuil, what say + you? He is but an infant.' + </p> + <p> + “'True, Sire,' replied the marquis, with a look of respect, in which the + most subtle could not discover a trait of his sarcastic nature; 'but there + is a place vacant.' + </p> + <p> + “'Ah, indeed,' said the king, quickly. 'What is it? He shall have it.' + </p> + <p> + “'Monsieur Jacotot, your Majesty's head cook, stands in need of a + turnspit,' said he, in a low whisper, only audible to the king. + </p> + <p> + “'A turnspit!' said the king. And scarcely was the word uttered when, as + if the irony was his own, he burst into a most immoderate fit of laughter,—an + emotion that seemed to increase as he endeavored to repress it; when at + the instant the <i>cor de chasse</i>, then heard without, gave a new turn + to his thoughts, and he hurried forward with De Yerneuil, leaving De Gency + and his son rooted to the spot,—indignant passion in that heart + which despair and sorrow had almost rendered callous. + </p> + <p> + “His Majesty was still laughing as he mounted his barb in the courtyard; + and the courtiers, like well-bred gentlemen, laughed as became them, with + that low, quiet laugh which is the meet chorus of a sovereign's mirth, + when suddenly two loud reports, so rapidly following on each other as + almost to seem one, startled the glittering cortege, and even made the + Arab courser of the king plunge madly in the air. + </p> + <p> + “'<i>Par Saint Denis!</i>Messieurs,' said Louis, passionately, 'this + pleasantry of yours is ill thought of. Who has dared to do this?' + </p> + <p> + “But none spoke. A terrified look around the circle was the only reply to + the king's question, when a page rushed forward, his dress spotted and + blood-stained, his face pale with horror,— + </p> + <p> + “'Your Majesty,—ah, Sire!' said he, kneeling. But sobs choked him, + and he could not utter more. + </p> + <p> + “'What is this? Will no one tell?' cried the king, as a frown of dark omen + shadowed his angry features. + </p> + <p> + “'Your Majesty has lost a brave, an honest, and a faithful follower, + Sire,' said Monsieur de Coulanges. 'Arnoud de Gency is no more.' + </p> + <p> + “'Why, I saw him this instant,' said the king. 'He asked me some favor for + his boy.' + </p> + <p> + “'True, Sire,' replied De Coulanges, mournfully. But he checked himself in + time, for already the well-known and dreaded expression of passion had + mounted to the king's face. + </p> + <p> + “'Dismiss the <i>chasse</i>, gentlemen,' said he, in a low thick voice. + 'And do you, Monsieur de Verneuil, attend me.' + </p> + <p> + “The cortege was soon scattered; and the Marquis de Verneuil followed the + king with an expression where fear and dread were not to be mistaken. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur de Verneuil did indeed seem an altered man when he appeared + among his friends that evening. Whatever the king had said to him + assuredly had worked its due effect; for all his raillery was gone, and + even the veriest trifler of the party might have dared an encounter with + wits which then were subdued and broken. + </p> + <p> + “Next morning, however, the sun shone out brilliantly. The king was in + high spirits; the game abounded; and his Majesty with his own hand brought + down eight pheasants. The Marquis de Verneuil could hit nothing; for + although the best marksman of the day, his hand shook and his sight failed + him, and the king won fifty louis from him before they reached + Saint-Germain. + </p> + <p> + “Never was there a happier day nor followed by a pleasanter evening. The + king supped in Madame de la Vallière's apartment; the private band played + the most delicious airs during the repast; and when at length the party + retired to rest, not one bright dream was clouded by the memory of Arnoud + de Gency. + </p> + <p> + “Here, now, were I merely recounting an anecdote, I should stop,” said the + chevalier; “but must continue a little longer, though all the romance of + my story is over. The Marquis de Verneuil was a good hater: even poor De + Gency's fate did not move him, and he actually did do what he had only + threatened in mockery,—he sent the orphan child to be a turnspit in + the royal kitchen. Of course he changed his name,—the title of an + old and honored family would soon have betrayed the foul deed,—and + the boy was called Jacotot, after the <i>chef</i> himself. The king + inquired no further on the subject; Arnoud's name recalled too unpleasant + a topic for the lips of a courtier ever to mention; and the whole + circumstance was soon entirely forgotten. + </p> + <p> + “This same Jacotot was the grandfather of my old friend, whom you saw a + few minutes since. Fate, that seems to jest with men's destinies, made + them as successful at the fire of the kitchen as ever their ancestors were + at that of a battery; and Monsieur Jacotot, our present host, has not his + equal in Paris. Here for years the younger members of the royal family + used to sup; this room was their favorite apartment; and one evening, when + at a later sitting than usual the ruler of the feast was carried beyond + himself in the praise of an admirable plat, he sent for Jacotot, and told + him, whatever favor he should ask, he himself would seek for him at the + hands of the king. + </p> + <p> + “This was the long-wished-for moment of the poor fellow's life. He drew + from his bosom the title-deeds of his ancient name and fortune, and placed + them in the prince's hand without uttering a word. + </p> + <p> + “'What! and are you a De Gency?' said the prince. + </p> + <p> + “'Alas! I shame to say it, I am.' + </p> + <p> + “'Come, gentlemen,' said the gay young prince, 'a bumper to our worthy + friend, whom, with God's blessing, I shall see restored right soon to his + fitting rank and station. Yes, De Gency! my word upon it, the next evening + I sup here I shall bring with me his Majesty's own signature to these + title-deeds. Make place, gentlemen, and let him sit down!' + </p> + <p> + “But poor Jacotot was too much excited by his feelings of joy and + gratitude, and he rushed from the room in a torrent of tears. + </p> + <p> + “The evening the prince spoke of never came. Soon after that commenced the + troubles to the royal family; the dreadful events of Versailles; the + flight to Varennes; the 10th August,—a horrible catalogue I cannot + bear to trace. There, yonder, where now the groups are loitering, or + sitting around in happy knots, there died Louis the Sixteenth. The prince + I spoke of is an exile: they call him Louis the Eighteenth; but he is a + king without a kingdom. + </p> + <p> + “But Jacotot lives on in hope. He has waded through all the terrors of the + Revolution; he has seen the guillotine erected almost before his door and + beheld his former friends led one by one to the slaughter. Twice was he + himself brought forth, and twice was his life spared by some admirer of + his cuisine. But perhaps all his trials were inferior to the heart-burning + with which he saw the places once occupied by the blood of Saint Louis now + occupied by the <i>canaille</i> of the Revolution. Marat and Robespierre + frequented his house; and Barras seldom passed a week without dining + there. This, I verily believe, was a heavier affliction than any of his + personal sufferings; and I have often heard him recount, with no feigned + horror, the scenes which took place among the <i>incroyables</i>, as they + called themselves, whose orgies he contrasted so unfavorably with the more + polished excesses of his regal visitors. Through all the anarchy of that + fearful period; through the scarce less sanguinary time of the Directory; + through the long, dreary oppression of the consulate; and now, in the more + grinding tyranny of the Empire, he hopes, ay, still hopes on, that the day + will come when from the hands of the king himself he shall receive his + long-buried rank, and stand forth a De Gency. Poor fellow! there is + something noble and manly in the long struggle with fortune,—in that + long-sustained contest in which he would never admit defeat. + </p> + <p> + “Such are the followers of the Bourbons: their best traits, their highest + daring, their most long-suffering endurance, only elicited in the pursuit + of some paltry object of personal ambition. They have tasted the cup of + adversity, ay, drained it to the very dregs; they have seen carnage and + bloodshed such as no war ever surpassed: and all they have learned by + experience is, to wish for the long past days of royal tyranny and + frivolity back again; to see a glittering swarm of debauchees fluttering + around a sensualist king; and to watch the famished faces of the + multitude, without a thought that the tiger is only waiting for his + spring. As to a thought of true liberty, one single high and noble + aspiration after freedom, they never dreamed of it. + </p> + <p> + “You see, my friend, I have no desire to win you over to the Bourbon + cause; neither, if I could, would I make you a Jacobin. But how is this? + Can it really be so late? Come, we have no time to lose: it is not + accounted good breeding to be late in a visit at the Faubourg.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. THE TWO SOIREES + </h2> + <p> + Duchesne's story had unfortunately driven all memory of Bubbleton out of + my head; and it was only as we entered the street where the Duchesse de + Montserrat lived that I remembered my friend, and thought of asking the + chevalier's advice about him. + </p> + <p> + In a few words I explained so much of his character and situation as was + necessary, and was going on to express my fears lest a temperament so + unstable and uncertain should involve its possessor in much trouble, when + Duchesne interrupted me by saying,— + </p> + <p> + “Be of courage on that head. Your friend, if the man you describe him, is + the very person to baffle the police. They can see to any depth, if the + water be only clear; muddy it, and it matters little how shallow it be. + This Bubbleton might be of the greatest service just now; you must present + me to him, Burke.” + </p> + <p> + “Most willingly. But first promise that you will not involve my poor + friend in the snares of any plot. Heaven knows, his own faculties are + quite sufficient for his mystification.” + </p> + <p> + “Plot! snares!—why, what are you thinking of? But come, this is our + halting-place; and here we are, without my even having a moment to give + you any account of my good aunt.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he turned the handle of a large door, which led into a gloomy + <i>porte cochère</i>, dimly illuminated by a single old-fashioned lantern. + A fat, unwieldy-looking porter peeped at us from his den in the + conciergerie; and then, having announced our approach by ringing a bell, + he closed the shutter, and left us to find the way ourselves. + </p> + <p> + Ascending the great spacious stair, the wall alongside which was covered + with family portraits,—grim-looking heroes in mail, or prim dames + with bouquets in their jewelled hands,—we reached a species of + gallery, from which several doors led off. Here a servant, dressed in deep + black, was standing to announce the visitors. + </p> + <p> + As the servant preceded us along the corridor, I could not help feeling + the contrast of this gloomy mansion, where every footstep had its own sad + echo, with the gorgeous splendor of the Hôtel Clichy. Here, all was dark, + cold, and dreary; there, everything was lightsome, cheerful, and elegant. + What an emblem, to my thinking, were they both of the dynasties they + represented! But the reflection was only made as one half of the + folding-door was thrown open,—the double-door was the prerogative of + the blood-royal,—and we were announced. + </p> + <p> + The apartment—a large, sombre-looking one—was empty, however, + and we traversed this, and a second similar to it, our names being + repeated as before; when at length the low tones of voices indicated our + approach to the <i>salon</i> where the visitors were assembled. + </p> + <p> + Dimly lighted by a few lamps, far apart from each other, the apartment as + we entered seemed even larger than it really was. At one end, around a + huge antique fireplace, sat a group of ladies, whom in a glance I + recognized as of the class so distinctively called dowager. They were + seated in deep-cushioned fauteuils, and were mostly employed in some + embroidery work, which they laid down each time they spoke; and resumed, + less to prosecute the labor, than, as it were, from mere habit. + </p> + <p> + With all the insinuating gracefulness of a well-bred Frenchman, Duchesne + approached the seat next the chimney, and respectfully kissed the hand + extended towards him. + </p> + <p> + “Permit me, my dear aunt, to present a very intimate friend,—Captain + Burke,” said he, as he led me forward. + </p> + <p> + At the mention of the word “captain,” I could perceive that every hand + dropped its embroidery-frame, while the group stared at me with no feigned + astonishment. But already the duchess had vouchsafed a very polite speech, + and motioned me to a seat beside her; while the chevalier insinuated + himself among the rest, evidently bent on relieving the stiff and + constrained reserve which pervaded the party. Not even his tact and + worldly cleverness was equal to the task. The conversation, if such it + could be called, was conducted almost in monosyllables,—some stray + question for an absent “marquise,” or a muttered reply concerning a late + “countess,” was the burden; not an allusion even being made to any topic + of the day, nor any phrase dropped which could show that the speakers were + aware of the year or the nation in which they lived and breathed. + </p> + <p> + It was an inexpressible relief to me when gradually some three or four + other persons dropped in, some of them men, who, by their manner, seemed + favorites of the party. And soon after the entrance of the servant with + refreshments permitted a movement in the group, when I took the + opportunity to stand up and approach Duchesne, as he bent over a table, + listlessly turning over the leaves of a volume. + </p> + <p> + “Just think of the contradictions of human nature, Burke,” said he, in a + low whisper. “These are the receptions for which the new noblesse would + give half their wealth. These melancholy visits of worn-out acquaintances, + these sapless twigs of humanity, are the envy of such houses as the Hôtel + Clichy; and to be admitted to these gloomy, moth-eaten <i>salons</i>, is a + greater honor than an invitation to the Tuileries. So long as this exists, + depend upon it, there is rottenness in the core of society. But come, let + us take our leave; I see you are well wearied of all this. And now for an + hour at Madame de Lacostellerie's,—<i>en revanche</i>.” + </p> + <p> + As we came forward to make our adieux to the duchess, she rose from her + seat, and in so doing her sleeve brushed against a small marble statue of + Louis the Sixteenth, which, had I not opportunely caught it, would have + fallen to the ground. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said she, graciously. “You have prevented what I should + have deemed a sad accident.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, more, Aunt,” said Duchesne, smiling; “he has shown his readiness to + restore the Bourbon.” + </p> + <p> + This speech, evidently spoken in jest, was repeated from lip to lip in the + circle; and certainly I never felt my awkwardness more oppressive than + when bowing to the party, whose elated looks and pleased countenances now + were turned towards me. + </p> + <p> + “My poor, bashful friend,” said Duchesne, as we descended the stair; “get + rid of the habit of blushing with all convenient despatch. It has marred + more fortunes than pharo or bouillotte.” + </p> + <p> + “This, assuredly, is well done!” said the chevalier, as he looked around + him, while we slowly ascended the stairs of the Hôtel Glichy: the + brilliant light, almost rivalling day; the servants in gorgeous liveries; + the air of wealth around on every side, so different from the sad-colored + mansion of the Faubourg; while, as the opening doors permitted it to be + heard, the sound of delicious music came wafted to the ear. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Burke,” said he, stopping suddenly, and laying his hand on my arm, + “this might content a man who has seen as much as I have. And the game is + well worth the playing; so here goes!” + </p> + <p> + The first person I saw as we entered the ante-chamber was Bubbleton. He + was the centre of a knot of foreigners, who, whatever the topic, seemed + highly amused at his discourse. + </p> + <p> + “That is your friend, yonder,” said Duchesne. “He has the true type of + John Bull about him; introduce me at once.” + </p> + <p> + Duchesne scarcely permitted me to finish the introduction, when he + extended his hand, and saluted Bubbleton with great cordiality; while the + “general” did not suffer the ceremony to interrupt the flow of his + eloquence, but continued to explain, in the most minute and circumstantial + manner, the conditions of the new peace secretly concluded between France + and England. The incredulity of the listeners was, I could perceive, + considerably lessened by observing the deferential attention with which + Duchesne listened, only interrupting the speaker by an occasional assent, + or a passing question as to the political relations of some of the great + Powers. + </p> + <p> + “As to Prussia,” said Bubbleton, pompously—“as to Prussia—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what of Prussia, General?” + </p> + <p> + “We have our doubts on that subject,” replied he, looking thoughtfully + around him on the group, who, completely deceived by Duchesne's manner, + now paid him marked attention. + </p> + <p> + “You'll not deprive her of Genoa, I trust,” said the chevalier, with a + gravity almost inconceivable. + </p> + <p> + “That is done already,” said Bubbleton. “For my own part, I told + Lauderdale we were nothing without the Bosphorus,—'the key of our + house, as your Emperor called it.” + </p> + <p> + “He spoke of Russia, if I don't err,” said Duchesne, with an insinuating + air of correction. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, you are wrong. I know Russia well. I travelled through the + steppes of Metchezaromizce with Prince Drudeszitsch. We journeyed three + hundred versts over his own estates, drawn on sledges by his serfs. You + are aware they are always harnessed by the beard, which they wear long and + plaited on purpose.” + </p> + <p> + “That is towards the Crimea,” interrupted the chevalier. + </p> + <p> + “Precisely. I remember a curious incident which occurred one night as we + approached Chitepsk. (You know Chitepsk? It is where they confine the + state prisoners,—a miserable, dreary tract, where the snow never + melts, and the frost is so intense you often see a drove of wolves glued + fast to the snow by the feet, and howling fearfully: a strange sight, to + be sure!) Well, the night was falling, and a thin, cutting snowdrift + beginning to drop, when Dru (I always call him so,—short) said to + me,— + </p> + <p> + “'Bub' (he did the same to me) 'Bub,' said he, 'do you remark that + off-side leader?' + </p> + <p> + “'I see him,' said I. + </p> + <p> + “'I have been watching the fellow since the last stage, and confound me if + he has ever tightened a trace; and you see he is a right active one, + notwithstanding. He capers along gayly enough. I 'll touch him up a bit.' + And with that he gave a flourish of his knouted whip, and came down on him + with a smarting cut. Lord, how he jumped! Five feet off the ground at one + spring! And, hang me, if he didn't tear off his beard! There it was, + hanging to the pole! A very shocking sight, I must confess; though Dru did + n't seem to mind it. However, we were obliged to pull up, and get out the + team. Well, you would not believe what we saw when we got down. You 'd + never guess who was the off-leader. It was the Princess Odoznovskoi! Poor + thing! the last time I saw her, before that, she was dancing in the Amber + Palace with Prince Alexander. She and her husband had been banished to + Chitepsk, and as he was ill, she had put on a false beard and was taking a + short stage in his place.” + </p> + <p> + I did not venture to wait for more; but, leaving Duchesne to make the most + of the general, passed onwards towards the <i>salon</i>, which already was + rapidly filling with visitors. + </p> + <p> + The countess received me with more than wonted kindness of manner, and + mademoiselle assumed a tone of actual cordiality I had never perceived + before; while, as she exchanged greetings with me, she said, in a low + voice,— + </p> + <p> + “Let me speak with you, in the picture-gallery, in half an hour.” + </p> + <p> + Before I could utter my assent she had passed on, and was speaking to + another. + </p> + <p> + Somewhat curious to conceive what Mademoiselle de Lacostellerie might mean + by her appointment in the gallery, I avoided the groups where I perceived + my acquaintances were, and strolled negligently on towards the place of + meeting. The gallery was but half lighted, as was customary on mere nights + of visiting, and I found it quite deserted. I was sauntering slowly along, + musing on the strange effects of the half-seen pictures, where all, save + the most forcible and striking tints, were sombred down to blackness, when + I heard a step behind me. I turned my head, and saw mademoiselle herself. + She was alone, and, though she evidently had seen me, continued to walk + onward, without speaking, towards a small boudoir, which occupied one + angle of the gallery. I followed, and we entered it together. + </p> + <p> + There was something in the secret interview which, while it excited my + curiosity, served at once to convince me that had I indulged in any hope + of succeeding to her affections, nothing could be less promising,—this + very proof of her confidence was the strongest earnest of her + indifference. But, indeed, I had never any such expectation. My pride + might have been flattered by such a supposition; my heart could never have + sympathized in the emotion. + </p> + <p> + “We are alone here,” said she, hurriedly, “and we may be missed; so let me + be brief. It will seem strange that I should ask you to meet me here, but + I could not help it. You alone, of all who frequent this, have never paid + me the least attention, nor seemed disposed to flatter me; this leads me + to trust you. I have no other reason but that, and because I am + friendless.” There was a tremulous sadness in the last word which went to + my heart, and I could mark that her breathing was hurried and irregular + for some few seconds after. “Will you promise me your friendship in what I + ask? or, if that be too much, will you pledge yourself at least to + secrecy? Enough, I am quite satisfied. Now, tell me, who is this Chevalier + Duchesne?—what is he?” + </p> + <p> + I ran over in a few words all I knew of him, dwelling on whatever might + most redound to his credit; his distinguished military career, his + undoubted talent, and, lastly, alluding to his family, to which I + conceived the question might most probably apply. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is not that,” said she, vehemently, “I wish to know. I care not + for his bravery, nor his birth either. Tell me, what are the sources of + his power? How is he admitted everywhere, intimate with every one, with + influence over all? Why does Fouché fear, and Talleyrand admit him? I know + they do this; and can you give me no clew, however faint, to guide me? The + Comte de Lacostellerie was refused the Spanish contract; Duchesne + interferes, and it is given him. There is a difficulty about a card for a + private concert at St. Cloud; Duchesne sends it. Nor does it end here. <i>You</i> + know”—here her voice assumed a forced distinctness, as though it + cost her an effort to speak calmly—“of his duel with the Prince + Dobretski; but perhaps you may not know how he has obtained an imperial + order for his recall to St. Petersburg?” + </p> + <p> + “Of that I never heard. Can it be possible?” + </p> + <p> + “Have you, then, never tasted of his arbitrary power,” said she, smiling + half superciliously, “that these things seem strange to you? or does he + work so secretly that even those most intimate with him are in ignorance? + But this must be so.” She paused for a second or two, and then went on: + “And now, brief as our acquaintance with him has been, see what influence + he already possesses over my mother! Even to her I dare not whisper my + suspicions; while to you, a stranger,” added she, with emotion, “I must + speak my fears.” + </p> + <p> + “But are they not groundless?” said I, endeavoring to calm the agitation + she suffered from. “In all that you have mentioned, I can but trace the + devotion of one seeking to serve, not injure; to be loved, not dreaded.” + </p> + <p> + Scarce had I said these words, when I heard a noise behind me, and before + I could turn round, Duchesne stood beside us. + </p> + <p> + “I implore your pardon, Mademoiselle,” said he, in a voice of + well-affected timidity, “nor should I venture to interrupt so interesting + a conference, but that the Comtesse de Lacostellerie had sent me to look + for you.” + </p> + <p> + “You could scarcely have come more apropos, sir. The conversation was + entirely of yourself,” said she, haughtily, as if in defiance of him. + </p> + <p> + “How could I possibly have merited so great an honor, Mademoiselle?” + replied he, bowing with the deepest respect; “or is it to the kindness of + a <i>friend</i> I am indebted for such interest?” + </p> + <p> + There was an evident sneer in the way he uttered the word “friend,” while + a sidelong glance he gave beneath his deep eyelashes was still more + decisive of his feeling. + </p> + <p> + “Few probably owe more to their friends than the Chevalier Duchesne,” said + mademoiselle, tauntingly, as she took my arm to return to the <i>salon</i>. + </p> + <p> + “True, most true!” replied he, with a low and deferential bow; “and I hope + I am not the man to forget my debts to either friends or enemies.” + </p> + <p> + I turned round rapidly as he said this. Our eyes met, and we exchanged a + short, brief glance of open defiance. His, however, as quickly changed; + and an easy smile of careless indifference succeeded, as he lounged after + us towards the <i>salon</i>, where now a considerable number of persons + were assembled, and a more than usual excitement prevailed. Some generals + of the imperial staff were also there; and the rumor ran that the + negotiations with England had been suddenly interrupted, and that the + negotiators had demanded their passports. + </p> + <p> + “That is not all, Madame,” said an old officer to the countess. “The + accounts from Mayence are threatening. Large bodies of Prussian troops are + reported on the march from the eastward. The telegraph has been actively + at work since noon, and several couriers have been sent off from the War + Office.” + </p> + <p> + “What is to come next?” said the countess, sighing, as she thought of + Paris once more deserted by its gay Court and brilliant crowd of officers, + the only society of the period. + </p> + <p> + “What next, Madame?” said Duchesne, taking up the word. “<i>Parbleu!</i> + the thing is easily told. A conscription, a march, a bivouac, and a battle + will form act the first. Then a victory; and a bulletin and an imperial + edict, showing that Prussia, both by her language and geographical + position, was intended by Providence to belong to France; that Prussians + have no dearer wish than to be thrashed and taxed,—the honor of + becoming a portion of the Grande Nation being an ample recompense for any + misfortune.” + </p> + <p> + “And so it is, Monsieur,” broke in a bluff, hard-featured veteran, whose + coarse and weather-beaten traits bespoke one risen from the ranks; “he is + no Frenchman who says otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + “To your good health, Colonel,” said Duchesne, as he lifted a glass of + champagne to his lips. “Such patriotism is really refreshing in our + degenerate days. I wish you every success in your campaign; though what is + to reward your valor in that miserable land of beer and Protestantism I + cannot possibly conceive.” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow; let me see you to-morrow, in the afternoon.” said + mademoiselle, in a whisper, as she passed close to me. + </p> + <p> + As I nodded in acknowledgment, Duchesne turned slightly around, and I saw + in his eyes he had overheard the words, though uttered in a mere whisper. + Still he went on,— + </p> + <p> + “As for us who remain ingloriously behind you, we have nothing to do but + to read your exploits in the 'Moniteur.' And would to Heaven the worthy + editor would print his battles in better fashion! The whole page usually + looks more like a beaten than a conquering army; wounded vowels and broken + consonants at every step, and the capital letters awkward, hard-featured + fellows, as though risen from the ranks.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Tonnerre de Dieu</i>, sir! do you mean an insult to me?” said the old + colonel, in a voice which, though intended for a whisper, was heard over + the whole circle. + </p> + <p> + “An insult, my dear colonel? nothing within a thousand leagues of such. I + was only speaking of the 'type' of our army, which may be very efficient, + but is scarcely too good-looking.” + </p> + <p> + No words can convey the sarcastic tone in which the speech was delivered, + nor the mortification of the indignant colonel, who felt, but knew not how + to reply to, such a taunt. Happily Madame de Lacostellerie interposed, and + by skilfully changing the topic of conversation, averted further + unpleasantness. + </p> + <p> + My desire to learn something accurately as to the state of events made me + anxious to reach my quarters, and I took the first opportunity of quitting + the <i>salon</i>. As I passed through the outer room, Duchesne was + standing against a sideboard, holding a glass in his hand. It was + necessary that I should pass him closely, and I was preparing to salute + him with the distant courtesy of our present acquaintance, when he said, + in his former tone of easy raillery,— + </p> + <p> + “Going so early? Won't you have a glass of wine before you leave?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I thank you,” said I, coldly, and going on towards the door. + </p> + <p> + “Nor wait for the concert; Grassini will be here in half an hour?” + </p> + <p> + I shook my head in negation; and as I passed out I heard him humming, with + an emphasis which there was no mistaking, the couplet of a popular song of + the day which concluded thus,— + </p> + <p> + “To-day for me; To-morrow for thee,—But will that to-morrow ever + be?” + </p> + <p> + That Duchesne intended to challenge me seemed now almost certain; and I + ran over in my mind the few names of those I could ask to be my friends on + such an occasion, but without being able to satisfy myself on the subject. + A moment's recollection might have taught me that it was a maxim with the + chevalier never to send a message, but in every case to make the adversary + the aggressor; he had told me so over and over himself. That, however, did + not occur to me at the moment, and I walked onward, thinking of our + meeting. Could I have known what was passing in <i>his</i> mind, I should + have spared many serious and some sad thoughts to my own. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. A SUDDEN DEPARTURE + </h2> + <p> + So firmly had I persuaded myself, on my way homeward, that Duchesne + intended a duel with me, that I dreamed of it all night, and awoke in the + morning perfectly convinced that the event was prearranged between us. + Now, although the habits of the service I lived in had, in a great + measure, blunted the feelings I once entertained towards duelling, still + enough of detestation of the practice remained to make my anticipations + far from satisfactory; besides, I knew that Duchesne had in reality no + cause of quarrel with me, but from misapprehension alone could demand a + meeting, which our military code of honor always decided should be + accepted first, and inquired into afterwards. I regretted also, and deeply + too, that I should appear to his eyes in an unworthy part, as though + betraying the interests he had confided to me. + </p> + <p> + There were, as I have said, many things I liked not in the chevalier: the + insatiable desire he felt for revenge where he had once been injured; the + spirit of intrigue he cherished; and, perhaps more than either, I shunned + the scoffing habit he had of depreciating what every one around him loved + or respected,—of stripping off every illusion which made life + valuable, and reducing to the miserable standard of mere selfish gratification + all that was great, or noble, or venerable. Already had his evil influence + done me injury in this way. Even now I felt, that of the few daydreams I + once indulged in he had robbed me of the best, and reduced me to the sad + reflection which haunted me throughout my whole career, and imbittered + every passing enjoyment of my life: I mean, the sorrowful thought of being + an alien, of having but the hireling's part in that career of glory which + others followed; that I alone could have no thrill of patriotism, when all + around me were exulting in its display; that I had neither home nor + country! Oh! if they who feel, or fancy that they feel, the wrongs and + oppressions of misgovernment at home,—who, with high aspirations + after liberty and holy thoughts for the happiness of their fellow-men, war + against the despotism which would repress the one or the cruelty which + would despise the other; if they could only foresee, that in changing + allegiance they did but shift the burden, not rid themselves of the load; + that the service of a foreign land is no requital for the loss of every + feeling which ties a man to kindred and to friends,—which links his + manhood with his youth, his age with both,—which gives him, in the + language of his forefathers, a sympathy with the land that bore them; if + they could know and feel these things; if they could learn how, in + surrendering them, they have made themselves such mere waifs and strays + upon life's ocean that objects of purely selfish and personal advancement + must be to them for evermore in place of the higher and more ennobling + thoughts which mix with other men's ambitions: they might hesitate ere + they left home and country to fight for the cause of the stranger. + </p> + <p> + If such thoughts found entrance into <i>my</i> heart, how must they have + dwelt in many another's? I, who had neither family nor kindred,—who + from earliest childhood had never tasted the sweets of affection nor known + the blessings of a father's love; and yet scarce a day crept by without + some thought of the far-away land of my birth,—some memory of its + hills and valleys, of its green banks and changeful skies: and in my + dreams, some long-forgotten air would bring me back in memory to the + cottier's fireside, where around the red blazing turf were seated the poor + but happy peasantry, beguiling the time with song or story,—now + telling of the ancient greatness of their country, now breathing a hope of + its one day prosperity. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Burke's quarters?” said a voice without. At the same instant, the + jingling of spurs and the clank of a sabre bespoke the questioner as a + soldier. My door opened, and an officer in the full dress of the staff + entered. As I requested him to be seated, I already anticipated the object + of his visit, which he seemed determined to open in most diplomatic + fashion; for, the first salutations over, he began coolly to ransack his + sabretasche, and search among a heap of papers which crowded it. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! here it is,” said he at length. “I ask your pardon for all this + delay. But, of course, you guess the reason of my being here?” + </p> + <p> + “I must confess I suspect it,” said I, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that I am certain of. These things never are secrets very long; nor, + for my part, do I think there is any need they should be. I conclude you + are quite prepared?” + </p> + <p> + “You shall find me so.” + </p> + <p> + “So the minister said,” replied he; while, once more, his eyes were buried + in the recesses of the sabretasche, leaving me in the most intense + astonishment at the last few words. That the minister, whoever he might + be, should know of, and, as it seemed, acquiesce in my fighting a duel, + was a puzzle I could make nothing of. + </p> + <p> + “Here is the note I looked for,” said he as he took forth a small slip of + paper, written on both sides. “May I beg you will take down the details; + they are brief, but important.” + </p> + <p> + “You may trust my memory with them,” said I, rather surprised at the + circumstantial style of his conduct. + </p> + <p> + “As you please; so pay attention for one moment, while I read: 'Captain + Burke of the Eighth, will proceed by extra post to Mayence, visiting the + following garrisons <i>en route</i> '(here come the names, which you can + copy), where his attention will be specially directed to the points marked + A. B. and—'” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive my interrupting you; but really I am unaware of what you are + alluding to. You are not here on the part of the Chevalier Duchesne?” + </p> + <p> + “The Chevalier Duchesne? Duchesne? No; this is a war despatch from the + minister. You must set out in two hours. I thought you said you were + prepared.” + </p> + <p> + “Hem! there has been a mistake here,” said I, endeavoring to remember how + far I might have committed myself by any unguarded expression. + </p> + <p> + “All my fault, Captain Burke,” said he, frankly. “I should have been more + explicit at first. But I really thought from something—I forget + precisely what now—that you knew of the movement on the frontier, + and were, in fact, prepared for your orders. Heaven knows how far our + mystification might have gone on; for when you spoke of Duchesne—the + ex-captain of the Imperial Guard, I suppose— + </p> + <p> + “Yes! what of him?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, it so chanced that he was closeted with the minister this morning, + and only left five minutes before your orders were made out. But come, + neither of us can well spare more time. This is your despatch for the + commandant of the troops at Mayence, to whom you will report verbally on + the equipment of the smaller bodies of men visited <i>en route</i>. I + shall give you my note, which, though hurriedly written, will assist your + memory. Above all things, get speedily on the road, and reach Mayence by + Wednesday. Half an hour's speed in times like these is worth a whole year + in one's way to promotion. And so, now, good-by!” + </p> + <p> + I stood for several minutes after he left the room so confused and + astonished, that had not the huge envelope, with its great seal of office, + confirmed the fact, I could have believed the whole a mere trick of my + imagination. + </p> + <p> + The jingle of the postilion's equipment in the court beneath now informed + me that a Government <i>calèche</i> stood awaiting me, and I speedily + began my preparations for the road. + </p> + <p> + One thought filled my mind to the exclusion of all others. It was + Duchesne's influence on which my fortune now rested. The last few words he + uttered as I left the <i>salon</i> were ringing in my ears, and here was + their explanation. This rapid journey was planned by him to remove me from + Paris, where possibly he supposed my knowledge of him might be + inconvenient, and where in my absence his designs might be prosecuted with + more success. Happy as I felt to think that a personal <i>rencontre</i> + was not to occur between us, my self-love was deeply wounded at the + thought of how much I was in this man's power, and how arbitrarily he + decided on the whole question of my destiny. If my pride were gratified on + the one hand by my having excited the chevalier's vengeance, it was + offended on the other by feeling how feeble would my efforts prove to + oppose the will of an antagonist who worked with such secret and such + powerful means. The same philosophy which so often stood my part in life + here came to my aid,—to act well my own part, and leave the result + to time. And so, with this patient resolve, I mentally bade defiance to my + adversary, and set out from Paris. + </p> + <p> + The ardent feeling which filled my heart on the approach of my first + campaign was now changed into a soldierly sense of duty, which, if less + enthusiastic, was a steadier and more sustaining motive. I felt whatever + distinctions it should be my lot to win must be gained in the camp, not in + the Court-, that my place was rather where squadrons were charging and + squares were kneeling, than among the intrigues of the capital, its wiles + and its plottings. In the one, I might win an honorable name; in the + other, I should be but the dupe of more designing heads and less + scrupulous hearts than my own. + </p> + <p> + Early on the third morning from the time of my leaving Paris, I reached + Mayence. The garrisons which I visited on the road seldom detained me + above half an hour. The few questions which I had to ask respecting the + troops were soon and easily answered; and in most instances the officers + in command had been apprised that their reports would be required, and + came ready at once to afford the information. + </p> + <p> + The disposable force at that time was not above eighty thousand new + levies,—the conscripts of the past year,—who, although well + drilled and equipped, had never undergone the fatigues of a campaign nor + met an enemy in the field. But beyond the frontier were the veteran + legions of the Austrian campaign, who, while advancing on their return to + France, were suddenly halted, and now only awaited the Emperor's orders + whither they should carry their victorious standards. + </p> + <p> + As at the outbreak of all Napoleon's wars, the greatest uncertainty + prevailed regarding the direction of the army, and in what place and + against what enemy the first blow was to be struck. The Russian army, + defeated and routed at Austerlitz, was said to be once more in the field, + reorganized and strengthened; Austria, it was rumored, was faltering in + her fealty; but the military preparations of Prussia were no longer a + secret, and to many it seemed as if, as in the days of the Republic, + France was about to contend single-handed against the whole of Europe. + </p> + <p> + In Prussia the warlike enthusiasm of the people was carried to the very + highest pitch. The Court, the aristocracy, but more powerful than either, + the press, stimulated national courage by recalling to their minds the + famous deeds of the Great Frederick, and bidding them remember that + Rossbach was won against an army of Frenchmen. The students—a + powerful and an organized class—stood foremost in this patriotic + movement. Their excited imaginations warmed by the spirit-stirring songs + of Kërner and Uhland, and glowing with the instincts of that chivalry + which is a German's birthright, they spread over the country, calling upon + their fellow-subjects to arise and defend the “Vaterland” against the + aggression of the tyrant. So unequivocally was this feeling expressed, + that even before the negotiations had lost their pacific character, the + youthful aristocracy of Berlin used to go and sharpen their swords at the + door-sill of the French ambassador at Berlin. + </p> + <p> + To the exalted tone of patriotic enthusiasm the beautiful Queen of Prussia + most powerfully contributed. The crooked and tortuous windings of + diplomatic intrigue found no sympathy in her frank and generous nature. + Belying on the native energy of German character, she bade an open and a + bold defiance to her country's enemy, and was content to stake all on the + chances of a battle. The colder and less confident mind of the king was + rather impelled by the current of popular opinion than induced by + conviction to the adoption of this daring policy. But once engaged in it, + he exhibited the rarest fortitude and the most unyielding courage. + </p> + <p> + Such, in brief, was the condition of that people, such the warlike spirit + they breathed, when in the autumn of 1806 the cry of war resounded from + the shores of the Baltic to the frontiers of Bohemia. Never was the + effective strength of the Prussian army more conspicuous. Their cavalry, + in number and equipment, was confessedly among the first, if not the very + first, in Europe; while the artillery maintained a reputation which, since + the days of Frederick, had proclaimed it the most perfect arm of the + service. + </p> + <p> + The Emperor knew these things well, and did not undervalue them; and it + was with a very different impression of his present enemy from that which + filled his mind in the Austrian campaign, that he remarked to Soult, “We + shall want the mattock in this war,”—thereby implying that, against + such an adversary, fieldworks and intrenchments would be needed, as well + as the dense array of squadrons and the bristling walls of infantry. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. THE SUMMIT OF THE LANDGRAFENBERG + </h2> + <p> + After a brief delay at Mayence, it was with sincere pleasure I received my + orders to push forward to the advanced posts at Wetzlar, where General + d'Auvergne was with his division. Already the battalions were crossing the + Rhine, and directing their steps to different rendezvous along the + Prussian frontier; some pressing on eastwards, where the Saxon territory + joins the Prussian; others directly to the north, and taking up positions + distant by a short day's march from each other. The same urgent haste + which characterized the opening of the Austrian campaign a year before, + was here conspicuous; many of the corps being obliged to march seven and + eight leagues in the day, and frequently whole companies being forwarded + in wagons drawn by six or eight horses, in order to come up with the main + body of their regiments. Every road eastward was covered with some + fragment of the army. Now an infantry corps of young conscripts, glowing + with enthusiasm and eager for the fray, would cheer the <i>calèche</i> in + which I travelled, and which, as indicating a staff-officer, was + surmounted by a small flag with an eagle. Now it was the hoarse challenge + of an outpost, some veteran of Bernadotte's army, which occupied the whole + line of country from Dusseldorf to Nuremberg. Pickets of dragoons, with + troops of led horses for remounts, hurried on, and long lines of wagons + crammed the road. + </p> + <p> + At last I joined General d'Auvergne, who, with all the ardor of the + youngest soldier, was preparing for the march. The hardy veteran, + disdaining the use of a carriage, rode each day at the head of his column, + and went through the most minute detail of regimental duty with the + colonels under his command. From whatever cause proceeding I knew not, but + it struck me as strange that he never alluded to my visit to Paris, nor + once spoke to me of the countess; and while this reserve on his part + slightly wounded me, I felt relieved from the embarrassment the mere + mention of her name would cause me, and was glad when our conversation + turned on the events of the war. Nor was he, save in this respect, less + cordial than ever, manifesting the greatest pleasure at the prospect the + war would open to my advancement, and kindly presaging for me a success I + scarcely dared to hope for. + </p> + <p> + “Nor is the hour distant,” said he to me one morning in the latter end of + September, as we rode side by side; “the grand movement is begun.” + </p> + <p> + Augereau, with his powerful <i>corps d'armée</i> of twenty thousand, + pressed on from Frankfort and Mayence; Bernadotte moved up on his flank + from Nuremberg and Bamberg; Davoust hastened by forced marches from the + Danube; while Soult and Ney with a strong force remained in the south, and + in observation on the Austrian frontier. Farther to the north, again, were + the new levies and the whole Imperial Guard, strengthened by four thousand + additional men, which, together with Murat's cavalry, formed a vast line + embracing the Prussian frontier on the west and south, and converging with + giant strides towards the very heart of the kingdom. Still, mid all the + thunders of marching squadrons and the din of advancing legions, + diplomatists interchanged their respective assurances of a peaceful issue + to their differences, and politely conveyed the most satisfactory + sentiments of mutual esteem. + </p> + <p> + On the 1st of September the Emperor left Paris; but, even then, covering + his designs by an affected hope of peace, he was accompanied by the + Empress and her suite to Mayence, where all the splendor of a Court was + suddenly displayed amid the pomp and preparation of war. On the 6th he + started by daybreak; relays of horses were in waiting along the road to + Wetzlar, and with all speed he hastened forward to Bamberg, where he + issued his grand proclamation to the army. + </p> + <p> + With all his accustomed eloquence he represented to the army the insulting + demands of Prussia, and called on them, as at Austerlitz, to reply to such + a menace by one tremendous blow of victory, which should close the + campaign. “Soldiers!” said he, “you were about to return to France to + enjoy the well-won repose after all your victories. But an enemy is in the + field; the road to Paris is no longer open to you: neither you nor I can + tread it save under an arch of triumph.” + </p> + <p> + The day which succeeded the issue of this proclamation, a cavalry affair + occurred at the advanced posts, in which the Prussians were somewhat the + victors. Two days later, a courier arrived at the imperial headquarters + with the account of another and more important action, between the + grenadiers of Lannes and a part of Suchet's corps, against the advanced + guard of Prince Hohenlohe, commanded by the most daring general in the + Prussian service,—Prince Louis. A cavalry combat, which lasted for + near an hour, closed this brief but bloody encounter with the death of the + brave prince, who, refusing to surrender, was run through the body by the + sabre of a quartermaster of the Tenth Hussars. + </p> + <p> + General d'Auvergne's brigade had no share in this memorable action, for on + the 9th we were marched to Rudolstadt, some miles to the left of the scene + of the encounter; but having made a demonstration in that quarter, were + speedily recalled, and ordered with all haste to cross the Saale, and move + on to the eastward. + </p> + <p> + It was now that Napoleon's manoeuvres became apparent. The same intrigue + which succeeded at Ulm was again to be employed here: the enemy's flank + was to be turned, the communication with his reinforcements cut off, and a + battle engaged, in which defeat must prove annihilation. Such, then, was + the complete success of the Emperor's movements, that on the 12th the + French army was posted with the rear upon the Elbe, while the Prussians + occupied a line between them and the Rhine. This masterly movement at once + compelled the enemy to fall back and concentrate his troops around Jena + and Weimar, which, from that instant, Napoleon pronounced must be the + scene of a great battle. + </p> + <p> + All this detail I have been obliged to force on my reader, and now again + return to my story. + </p> + <p> + On the morning of the 13th, Murat appeared for the first time at our + headquarters, below Jena; and after a short consultation with the staff, + our squadrons were formed and ordered to push on with haste towards Jena. + </p> + <p> + Everything now showed that the decisive hour could not be distant: + couriers passed and repassed; messengers and orderlies met us at every + step; while, as is ever the case, the most contradictory rumors were + circulated about the number and position of the enemy. As we neared + Lausnitz, however, we learned that the whole Prussian army occupied the + plateau of Jena, save a corps of twenty thousand men which were stationed + at Auerstadt. From the elevated spot we occupied, the columns of Marshal + Berna-dotte's division could be seen marching to the eastward. A halt was + now commanded, and the troops prepared their bivouacs; when, as night was + falling, a staff-officer rode up, with orders from the Emperor himself to + push on without delay for Jena. + </p> + <p> + The road was much cut up by the passage of cavalry and wagons, and as the + night was dark, our pace was occasionally impeded. I was riding with one + of the leading squadrons, when General d'Auvergne directed me to take an + orderly with me, and proceed in advance to make arrangements for the + quarters of the men at Jena. Selecting a German soldier as my guide, I + dashed forwards, and soon left the squadron out of hearing. We had not + gone far, when I remarked, from the tramp of the horses, that we were upon + an earthen road, and not on the pavement. I questioned my orderly, but he + was positive there had been no turning since we started. I paid no more + attention to the circumstance, but rode on, hard as ever. At last the clay + became deeper and heavier, the sides of the way closer, and all the + appearance, as well as the gloom would allow us to guess, rather those of + a byroad than the regular <i>chaussée</i>. To return would have been + hopeless; the darkness gave no prospect of detecting at what precise spot + we had left the main road, and so I determined to make my way straight + onwards at all hazards. + </p> + <p> + After about an hour's fast trotting, the orderly, who rode some paces in + advance, called out, “A light!” and then, the moment after, he cried, + “There are several lights yonder!” + </p> + <p> + I reined in my horse at once, for the thought struck me that we had come + down upon the Prussian lines. Giving my horse to the soldier, with orders + to follow me noiselessly at a little distance, I walked on for above a + mile, my eyes steadily fixed upon the lights, which moved from place to + place, and showed, by their taper glare, that they were not watchfires. At + length I gained a little ridge of the ground, and could distinctly see + that it was a line of guns and artillery wagons, endeavoring to force + their way through a narrow ravine; a few minutes after, I heard the sounds + of French, and relieved of all apprehensions, I mounted my horse and soon + came up with them. + </p> + <p> + They were four troops of Lannes's artillery, which, by a mistake similar + to my own, had left the highroad and entered one of the field-tracks, + which thus led them astray; and here they were, jammed up in a narrow + gorge, unable to get back or forward. The officer in command was a young + colonel, who was completely overwhelmed by his misfortune; for he informed + me that the whole artillery of the division was following him, and would + inevitably be involved in the same mishap. The poor fellow, who doubtless + would have faced the enemy without a particle of fear, was now so + horrified by the event, that he ran wildly from place to place, ordering + and counter-ordering every instant, and actually increasing the confusion + by his own excitement. Some of the leading trains were unharnessed, and + efforts made to withdraw the guns from their position; but the axles were, + on both sides, embedded in the rock, and seemed to defy every effort to + disengage them. + </p> + <p> + At this moment, when the confusion had reached its height, and the horses + were unharnessed from the guns, the men standing in groups around or + shouting wildly to one another, a sullen silence spread itself over the + whole, and a loud, stern voice called out,— + </p> + <p> + “Who commands this division?” + </p> + <p> + “General Latour,” was the answer. + </p> + <p> + “Where is he?” said the first speaker, so close to my ear that I started + round, and saw the short square figure of a man in a great coat, holding a + heavy whip in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “With the main body at the rear.” + </p> + <p> + “Cannoneers, dismount!” said the other. “Bring the torches to the front.” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely was the order obeyed, when the light of the firewood fell upon + his features, and I saw it was the Emperor himself. In an instant the + whole scene was changed. The park tools were taken out, working parties + formed, and the ravine began to echo to the strong blows of the brawny + arms; while Napoleon, with a blazing torch in his hand, stood by to light + their labors. Giving directions to the under-officers and the men, he + never deigned a word to the officers, who now stood trembling around him, + and were gradually joined by several more, who came up with the remainder + of the train. + </p> + <p> + I think still I can see that pale, unmoved face, which, as the light + flickered upon it, gazed steadily at the working party. Not a syllable + escaped him, save once, when he muttered half to himself, “And this was + the first battery to open its fire to-morrow!” + </p> + <p> + General Savary stood at his side, but never dared to address him. Too well + he knew that his deepest anger showed itself by silence. By degrees the + granite wall gave way, the axles once more became free, and the horses + were again harnessed; the gun-carriages moved slowly through the ravine. + Nor did the Emperor quit the spot before the greater part of the train + passed; then mounting his horse, he turned towards Jena, and + notwithstanding the utter darkness of the night he rode at full speed. + Following the clatter of the horse's hoofs, I rode on, and in less than an + hour reached a small cluster of houses, where a cavalry picket was placed, + and several large fires were lighted, beside which, at small tables, sat + above a dozen staff-officers busily writing despatches. The Emperor halted + but for a second or two, and then dashed forward again; and I soon + perceived we were ascending a steep hill, covered with ferns and + brushwood. We had not gone far, when a single aide-de-camp who accompanied + him turned his horse's head and rode rapidly down the mountain again. + </p> + <p> + Napoleon was now alone, some fifty paces in front. I could see the faint + outline through the darkness, my sight guided by my hearing to the spot. + His pace, wherever the ground permitted, was rapid; but constantly he was + obliged to hold in, and pick his steps among the stones and dwarf wood + that covered the mountain. Never shall I cease to remember the strange + sensations I felt as I followed him up that steep ascent. There was he, + the greatest monarch of the universe, alone, wending his solitary way in + darkness, his thoughts bent on the great event before him,—the + tremendous conflict in which thousands must fall. There was a sense of awe + in the thought of being so near to one on whose slightest word the destiny + of nations seemed to hang; and I could not look on the dark object before + me without a superstitious feeling, deeper than fear itself, for that + mightiest of men. + </p> + <p> + My thoughts permitted my taking no note of time, and I know not how long + it was before we reached the crest of the hill, over whose bleak surface a + cold, cutting wind was blowing. It seemed as if a great tableland extended + now for some distance on every side, over which the Emperor took his way, + as though accustomed to the ground. While I was wondering at the certainty + with which he appeared to determine on his road, I remarked the feeble + flickering of a light far away towards the horizon, and by which it was + evident he guided his steps. As we rode on, several watchfires could be + seen towards the northwest, stretching away to a great distance, and + throwing a yellowish glare in the dark sky above them. Suddenly I + perceived the Emperor halt and dismount, and as speedily again he was in + the saddle; but now his path took a different direction, and diverged + considerably to the southward. Curious to learn what might have caused his + change of direction, I rode up to the spot, and got off. It was the embers + of a watchfire; they were almost extinguished, but still, as the horse's + hoof struck the wood, a few sparks were emitted. It was this, then, which + altered his course; and once more he pressed his horse to speed. + </p> + <p> + A steep ascent of some hundred yards lay before us now. But on gaining the + top, a brilliant spectacle of a thousand watchfires met the eye: so close + did they seem, it looked like one great volcanic crater blazing on the + mountain top; while above, the lurid glow reddened the black sky, and + melted away into the darkness in clouds of faint yellowish hue. Far, very + far away, and to the north, stretched another much longer line of fires, + but at great intervals apart, and occupying, as well as I might guess, + about two leagues in extent. Several smaller fires dotted the plain, + marking the outpost positions; and it was not difficult to trace the + different lines of either army even by these indications. + </p> + <p> + While I yet looked, the Emperor had gained a short distance in advance of + me; and suddenly I heard the hoarse challenge of a sentry, calling out, + “Qui vive?” Buried in his own thoughts,—perhaps far too deeply lost + in meditation to hear the cry,—Napoleon never replied nor slackened + his speed. “Qui vive?” shouted the voice again: and before I could + advance, the sharp bang of a musket-shot rang out; another and another + followed; and then a roll of fire swept along the plain, happily not in + the direction of the Emperor. But already he had thrown himself from his + horse, and lay flat upon the ground. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0013" id="linkimage-0013"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/264.jpg" alt="264 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + Not a moment was now to be lost. I dashed my spurs into my jaded horse, + and rode forwards, calling aloud, at the top of my voice, “The Emperor! + the Emperor!” Still, the panic overbore my words, and another discharge + was given: with one bullet I was struck in the shoulder, another killed my + horse; but springing to my legs in an instant, I rushed on, repeating my + cry. Before I could do more than point to the spot, Napoleon came forward, + leading his horse by the bridle. His step was slow and measured, and his + face—for many a torchlight was now gathered to the place—was + calm and tranquil. + </p> + <p> + “Ye are well upon the alert, <i>mes enfant!</i>” said he, with a smile; + “see that ye be as ready with your fire to-morrow!” A wild cheer answered + these words, while he continued: “These are the new levies, Lieutenant; + the Guards would have had more patience. Where is the officer who followed + me?” + </p> + <p> + “Here, Sire,” said I, endeavoring to conceal the appearance of being + wounded. + </p> + <p> + “Mount, sir, and accompany me to headquarters.” + </p> + <p> + “My horse is killed, Sire.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, <i>parbleu!</i>” said a young soldier, who had not learned much + respect before his superiors; “and he has a ball in his neck himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you wounded?” said the Emperor, with a quickness in his manner. + </p> + <p> + “A mere flesh-wound in the arm,—of no consequence, Sire.” + </p> + <p> + “Let the surgeon of the detachment see to this at once, Lieutenant,” said + he to the officer of the party; “and do you come to headquarters when you + are able.” + </p> + <p> + With this, the Emperor mounted again, and in a few seconds more was lost + to our sight. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ventrebleu!</i>” said the old lieutenant, who had served without + promotion from the first battles of the Republic, “you'll be a colonel for + that scratch on your epaulette, if we only beat the Prussians to-morrow; + and here am I, with eight wounds from lead and steel, and the Petit + Caporal never bade me visit him at his bivouac. Come, come! I don't wish + to be unfriendly; it's not <i>your</i> fault, it's only <i>my</i> bad + fortune. And here comes the surgeon.” + </p> + <p> + The lieutenant was right,—the epaulette had the worst of the + adventure; and, in half an hour I proceeded on my way to headquarters. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. L'HOMME ROUGE + </h2> + <p> + On my way to the imperial quarters, I fell in with some squadrons of our + dragoons, from whom I learned that General d'Auvergne had just received + orders to repair to the Emperor's bivouac, to which several officers in + command were also summoned. As I saw, therefore, that I could have no + prospect of meeting the Emperor, I resolved merely to hold myself in + readiness, should he, which seemed little likely, think of me; and + accordingly I took up my post with some young under-officers of our + brigade, at a huge fire, where a species of canteen had been established, + and coffee and corn-brandy were served out to all comers. + </p> + <p> + The recent escape of Napoleon at the outposts was already known far and + near, and formed the great topic of conversation, in which, I felt hurt to + remark, no mention of the part I took was ever made, although there were + at least a dozen different versions of the accident. In one, his Majesty + was represented to have rode down upon and sabred the advanced picket; in + another, it was the Prussians who fired, he having penetrated within their + lines to reconnoitre,—each agreeing in the one great fact, that the + feat was something which no one save himself could have done or thought + of. As for me, I felt it was not my part to speak of the incident at all + until his Majesty should first do so. I listened, therefore, with due + patience and some amusement to the various narratives about me; which + served to show me, by one slight instance, the measure of that + exaggeration with which the Emperor's name was ever treated, and convinced + me that it required not time nor distance to color every incident of his + life with the strongest hues of romance. The topic was a fruitful and + favorite one; and certainly few subjects could with more propriety season + the hours around a bivouac fire than the exploits of the Emperor Napoleon. + </p> + <p> + Among those whose reminiscences went farthest back was an old + sergeant-major of infantry,—a seared and seamed and weather-beaten + little fellow, who, from fatigues and privations, was dried up to a mass + of tendons and fibres. This little man presented one of those strange + mixtures with which the army abounded,—the shrewdest common sense on + all ordinary topics, with a most credulous faith in any story where + Napoleon's name occurred. It seemed, indeed, as though that one element, + occurring in any tale, dispensed at once with the rules which govern + belief in common cases. + </p> + <p> + The invulnerability of the Emperor was with him a fruitful theme; and he + teemed with anecdotes of the Egyptian and Italian campaigns, in which it + was incontestably shown that neither shot nor shell had any effect upon + him. But of all the superstitions regarding Napoleon, none had such + complete hold on his imagination, nor was more implicitly believed by him, + than the story of that little “Red Man,” who, it was asserted, visited the + Emperor the night before each great battle, and arranged with him the + manoeuvres of the succeeding day. + </p> + <p> + “L'Homme Bouge,” as he was called, was an article of faith in the French + army that few of the soldiers ever thought of disputing. Some from pure + credulity, some from the force of example, and some again from indolence, + believed in this famed personage; but even the veriest scoffer on more + solemn subjects would have hesitated ere he ventured to assail the almost + universal belief in this supernatural agency. The Emperor's well-known + habit of going out alone to visit pickets and outposts on the eve of a + battle was a circumstance too favorable to this superstition not to be + employed in its defence. Besides, it was well known that he spent hours by + himself, when none even of the marshals had access to him; and on these + occasions it was said “L'Homme Bouge” was with him. Sentinels had been + heard to declare that they could overhear angry words passing between the + Emperor and his guest; that threats had been interchanged between them; + and on one occasion it was said that the “Red Man” went so 'far as to + declare, that if his advice were neglected Napoleon should lose the + battle, see his artillery fall into the hands of the enemy, and behold the + Guard capitulate. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mille tonnerres!</i> what are you saying?” broke in the little man, to + the grim old soldier who was relating this. “You know nothing of 'L'Homme + Rouge,'—not a word; how should you? But I served in the + Twenty-second of the Line, old Mongoton's corps; the 'Faubourg Devils,' as + they were called. <i>He</i> knew him well; it was 'L'Homme Rouge' had him + shot for treason at Cairo. I was one of the company drawn for his + execution; and when he knelt down on the grass, he held up his hand this + way, and cried out,— + </p> + <p> + “'Voltigeurs of the Line, hear me! You have all known me many years; you + have seen whether I could face the enemy like a man; and you can tell + whether I cared for the heaviest charge that ever shook a square. You + know, also, whether I was true to our general. Well, it is “L'Homme Rouge” + who has brought me to this. And now: Carry arms!—all together! Come, + <i>mes enfants!</i> try it again: Carry arms! (ay, that's better) present + arms! fire!' + </p> + <p> + “<i>Morbleu!</i> the word was not well out when he was dead; and there, + through the smoke, as plain as I see you now, I saw the figure of a little + fellow, dressed in scarlet,—feather and boots all the same! He was + standing over the corpse, and threatening it with his hands. And that,” + said he, in a solemn voice, “that was 'L'Homme Rouge!'” + </p> + <p> + This anecdote was conclusive. There was no gainsaying the assertions of a + man who had, with his own eyes, seen the celebrated “Red Man;” and from + that instant he enjoyed a decided monopoly of everything that concerned + his private history. + </p> + <p> + According to the sergeant-major's version,—and who could venture to + contradict him?—“L'Homme Rouge” was not the confidential adviser and + friendly counsellor of the Emperor; but, on the contrary, his evil genius, + perpetually employed in thwarting his plans and opposing his views. Each + seemed to have his hour of triumph alternately. Now it was the Bed Man, + now Napoleon, who stood in the ascendant. Fortune for a long period had + been constant to the Emperor, and victory crowned every battle. This had, + it seemed, greatly chagrined “L'Homme Bouge,” who for years past had not + been seen nor heard of. The last tradition of him was a story told by one + of the sentinels on guard at the general's quarters at Mont Tabor. + </p> + <p> + It was midnight: all was still and silent in the camp. The soldiers slept + as men sleep before a battle, when the old grenadier who walked his short + post before General Bonaparte's tent heard a quick tread approaching him. + “Qui vive?” cried he; but there was no reply. “Qui vive?” called the + sentry once more; but as he did so he leaped backwards and brought his + musket to the charge, for just then something brushed close by him and + entered the tent. + </p> + <p> + For a moment or two he doubted what should be done. Should he turn out the + guard? It was only to be laughed at; that would never do. But what if it + really were somebody who had penetrated to the general's quarters? As this + thought struck him, he crept up close to the tent; and there, true enough, + he heard the voices of two persons speaking. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! thou here?” said Bonaparte. “I scarce expected to see thee so far + from France!” + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said the other, with a deep sigh, “what land is now open to me, or + whither shall I fly to? I took refuge in Brussels; well, what should I see + one morning, but the tall shakos of your grenadiers coming up the steep + street. I fled to Holland; you were there the day after. 'Come,' thought + I, 'he's moving northwards; I'll try the other extreme.' So I started for + the Swiss. <i>Sacrebleu</i>! the roll of your confounded drums resounded + through every valley. I reached the banks of the Po; your troops were + there the same evening. I pushed for Rome; they were preparing your + quarters, which you occupied that night. Away, then, I start once more; I + cross mountains and rivers and seas, and gain the desert at last. I thank + my fortune that there are a thousand leagues between us; and here you are + now. For pity's sake, show me, on that map of the world, one little spot + you don't want to conquer, and let me live there in peace, and be sure + never to meet you more.” + </p> + <p> + Bonaparte did not speak for some minutes, and it seemed as though he were + intently considering the request of “L'Homme Rouge.” + </p> + <p> + “There,” said he at length, “there! You see that island in the great sea, + with nothing near it; thou mayest go there.” + </p> + <p> + “How is it called?” said “L'Homme Rouge.” + </p> + <p> + “St. Helena,” said the general. “It is not very large; but I promise thee + to be undisturbed there.” + </p> + <p> + “You 'll never come there, then? Is that a pledge?” + </p> + <p> + “Never; I promise it. At least, if I do, thou shalt be the master, and I + the slave.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough! I go now. Adieu!” said the little man. And the same instant the + sentinel felt his arm brushed by some one passing close beside him; and + then all was silent in the tent once more. + </p> + <p> + “Thus, you see,” said the sergeant-major, “from that hour it was agreed on + the Emperor should conquer the whole world, and leave that one little spot + for 'L'Homme Rouge.' <i>Parbleu!</i> he might well spare him that much.” + </p> + <p> + “How big might it be, that island?” said an old grenadier, who listened + with the deepest attention to the tale. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing to speak of; about the size of one battalion drawn up in square.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Pardieu!</i> a small kingdom too!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! it would not do for the Emperor,” said the sergeant-major, laughing,—an + emotion the others joined in at once; and many a jest went round at the + absurdity of such a thought. + </p> + <p> + I sat beside the watchfire, listening to the old campaigning stories, till + one by one the speakers dropped off to sleep. The bronzed veteran and the + boy conscript, the old soldier of the Sambre and the beardless youth, lay + side by side: to some of these it was the last time they should slumber on + earth. As the night wore on, the sounds became hushed in the camp, and + through the thin frosty air I could hear from a long distance off the + tramp of the patrols and the challenge of the reliefs as the outposts were + visited. The Prussian sentries were quite close to our advanced posts, and + when the wind came from that quarter, I often heard the voices as they + exchanged their signals. + </p> + <p> + Through the entire night, officers came and went to and from the tent of + the Emperor. To him, at least, it seemed no season of repose. At length, + when nigh morning, wearied with watching and tired out with expectancy, I + leaned my head on my knees, and dropped into a half-sleep. Some vague + sense of disappointment at being forgotten by the Emperor, was the last + thought I had as I fell off, and in its sadness it colored all my dreams. + I remembered, with all the freshness of a recent event, the curse of the + old hag on the morning I had quitted my home forever,—her prayer + that bad luck should track me every step through life; and in the shadowy + uncertainty of my sleeping thoughts I believed I was predestined to + misfortune. + </p> + <p> + Almost every man has experienced the fact, that there are times in life + when impressions, the slightest in their origin, will have an undue weight + on the mind; when, as it were, the clay of our natures become softened, + and we take the impress of passing events more easily. Some vague and + shadowy conception—a doubt, a dream—is enough at moments like + these to attain the whole force of a conviction; and it is wonderful with + what ingenuity we wind to our purpose every circumstance around us, and + what pains we take to increase the toils of our self-deception. It would + be a curious thing to trace out how much of our good or evil fortune in + life had its source in these superstitions; how far the frame of mind + fashioned the events before it; and to what extent our hopes and fears + were but the forerunners of destiny. + </p> + <p> + My sleeping thoughts were of the saddest; and when I awoke, I could not + shake them off. A heavy, dense fog clothed every object around, through + which only the watchfires were visible, as they flared with a yellow, hazy + light of unnatural size. The position of these signals was only to mark + the inequality of the ground: and I now could perceive that we occupied + the crest of a long and steep hill, down the sides and at the bottom of + which fires were also burning; while in front another mountain arose, + whose summit for a great distance was marked out by watchfires. This I + conjectured, from its extent and position, to be the Prussian line. + </p> + <p> + At the front of the Emperor's quarters several led horses were standing, + whose caparison bespoke them as belonging to the staff; and although not + yet five o'clock, there was an appearance of movement which indicated + preparation. The troops, however, were motionless; the dense columns + covered the ground like a garment, and stirred not. As I stood, uncertain + what course to take, I heard the noise of voices and the heavy tramp of + many feet near, and on turning perceived it was the Emperor, who came + forth from his tent, followed by several of his staff. A large fire blazed + in front of his bivouac, which threw its long light on the group; where, + even in a fleeting glance, I recognized General Gazan, and Nansouty, the + commander of the Cuirassiers of the Guard. + </p> + <p> + “What hour is it?” said the Emperor to Duroc, who stood near him. + </p> + <p> + “Almost five o'clock, Sire.” + </p> + <p> + “It is darker than it was an hour ago. Maison, where is Bernadotte by + this?—at Domberg, think you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet, Sire; he is no laggard if he reach it in three hours hence.” + </p> + <p> + “Ney would have been there now,” was the quick reply of Napoleon. “Come, + gentlemen, into the saddle, and let us move towards the front. Gazan, put + your division under arms.” + </p> + <p> + The general waited not a second bidding, but wheeled his horse suddenly + round, and followed by his aide-decamp, rode at full speed down the + mountain. + </p> + <p> + “There is the first streak of day,” said the Emperor, pointing to a faint + gray light above the distant forest; “it breaks like Austerlitz.” + </p> + <p> + “May it set as gloriously!” said old Nansouty, in his deep low voice. + </p> + <p> + “And it will,” said Napoleon. “What sayest thou, <i>grognard?</i>” + continued he, turning with an affected severity of manner to the grenadier + who stood sentinel on the spot, and who, with a French soldier's easy + indifference, leaned on the cross of his musket to listen to the + conversation; “what sayest thou? Art eager to be made corporal?” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu!</i>” growled out the rough soldier, “the grade is little to + boast of; were I even a general of division, there might be something to + hope for.” + </p> + <p> + “What then?” said Napoleon, sharply, “what then?” + </p> + <p> + “King of Prussia, to be sure; thou 'lt give away the title before this + hour to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + The Emperor laughed aloud at the conceit. Its flattery had a charm for him + no courtier's well-turned compliment could vie with; and I could hear him + still continuing to enjoy it as he rode slowly forward and disappeared in + the gloom. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. JENA AND AUERSTÄDT. + </h2> + <p> + “He has forgotten me!” said I, half aloud, as I watched the retiring + figures of the Emperor and his staff till they were concealed by the mist; + “he has forgotten me! Now to find out my brigade. A great battle is before + us, and there may still be a way to refresh his memory.” With such + thoughts I set forward in the direction of the picket-fires, full sure + that I should meet some skirmishers of our cavalry there. + </p> + <p> + As I went, the drums were beating towards the distant left, and gradually + the sounds crept nearer and nearer, as the infantry battalions began to + form and collect their stragglers. A dense fog seemed to shut out the + dawn, and with a thin and misty rain, the heavy vapor settled down upon + the earth, wrapping all things in a darkness deep as night itself. From + none could I learn any intelligence of the cavalry quarter, nor had any of + those I questioned seen horsemen pass near them. + </p> + <p> + “The voltigeurs in the valley yonder may perhaps tell you something,” said + an officer to me, pointing to some fires in a deep glen beneath us. And + thither I now bent my steps. + </p> + <p> + The dull rolling of the drums gradually swelled into one continued roar, + through which the clank of steel and the tremulous tramp of marching + columns could be heard. Spirit-stirring echoes were they, these awakening + sounds of coming conflict! and how they nerved my heart, and set it + bounding again with a soldier's ardor! As I descended the hill, the noise + became gradually fainter, till at length I found myself in a narrow + ravine, still and silent as the grave itself. The transition was so sudden + and unexpected, that for a moment I felt a sense of loneliness and + depression; and the thought struck me, “What if I have pushed on too far? + Can it be that I have passed our lines? But the officer spoke of the + voltigeurs in front; I had seen the fires myself; there could be no doubt + about it.” I now increased my speed, and in less than half an hour gained + a spot where the ground became more open and extended in front, and not + more than a few hundred paces in advance were the watchfires; and as I + looked I heard the swell of a number of voices singing in chorus on + different sides of me. The effect was most singular, for the sounds came + from various quarters at the same instant, and, as they all chanted the + same air, the refrain rang out and filled the valley; beating time with + their feet, they stepped to the tune, and formed themselves to the melody, + as though it were the band of the regiment. I had often heard that this + was a voltigeur habit, but never was witness to it before. The air was one + well known in that suburb of Paris whence the wildest and most reckless of + our soldiers came, and which they all joined in celebrating in this rude + verse:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Picardy first, and then Champagne,— + France to the battle! on boys, on! + Anjou, Brittany, and Maine,— + Hurrah for the Faubourg of St. Antoine I + + “How pleasant the life of a voltigeur! + In the van of the fight he must ever be; + Of roughing and rations he 's always sure,— + With a comrade's share he may well make free. + + “Picardy first, and then Champagne,— + France to the battle I on boys, on! + Anjou, Brittany, and Maine,— + Hurrah for the Faubourg of St. Antoine! + + “The great guns thunder on yonder hill,— + Closer than that they durst not go; + But the voltigeur comes nearer still,— + With his bayonet fixed he meets the foe. + + “The hussar's coat is slashed with gold; + He rides an Arab courser fleet: + But is the voltigeur less bold + Who meets his enemy on his feet? + + “The cuirassier is clad in steel; + His massive sword is straight and strong: + But the voltigeur can charge and wheel + With a step,—his bayonet is just as long. + + “The artillery-driver must halt his team + If the current be fast or the water deep: + But the voltigeur can swim the stream, + And climb the bank, be it e'er so steep. + + “The voltigeur needs no trumpet sound,— + No bugle has he to cheer him on: + Where the fire is hottest, that 's his ground,— + Hurrah for the Faubourg of St. Antoine!” + </pre> + <p> + As they came to the conclusion of this song, they kept up the air without + words, imitating by their voices the roll of the drum in marching time. + Joining the first party I came up with, I asked the officer in what + direction of the field I should find the cuirassier brigade. + </p> + <p> + “That I can't tell you, Comrade,” said he. “No cavalry have appeared in + our neighborhood, nor are they likely; for all the ground is cut up and + intersected so much they could not act. But our maître d'armes is the + fellow to tell you. Halloo, François! come up here for a moment.” + </p> + <p> + Before I could ask whether this was not my old antagonist at Elchingen, + the individual himself appeared. + </p> + <p> + “Eh, what?” cried he, as he lifted a piece of firewood from the ground, + and stared me in the face by its light. “Not my friend Burke, eh? By Jove! + so it is.” + </p> + <p> + Our cordial greetings being over, I asked Maître François if he could give + me any intelligence of D'Auvergne's division, or put me in the way to + reach them. + </p> + <p> + “They're some miles off by this time,” said he, coolly. “When I was below + the Plateau de Jena last night, that brigade you speak of got their orders + to push forward to Auerstadt, to support Davoust's infantry. I mind it + well, for they were sorely tired, and had just picketed their horses, when + the orderly came down with the despatch.” + </p> + <p> + “And where does Auerstadt lie?” + </p> + <p> + “About four leagues to the other side of that tall mountain yonder.” + </p> + <p> + “What, then, shall I do? I am dismounted, to begin with.” + </p> + <p> + “And if you were not, if you had the best horse in the whole brigade, what + would it serve you now, except to pass the day riding between two + battle-fields, and see nothing of either? for we shall have hot work here, + depend upon it. No, no; stay with us. Be a voltigeur for to-day, and we + 'll show you something you 'll not see from your bearskin saddle.” + </p> + <p> + “But I shall be in a sad scrape on account of my absence.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind that; the man that takes his turn with the voltigeurs of the + Twenty-second won't be suspected of skulking. And here comes the major; + report yourself to him at once.” + </p> + <p> + Without waiting for any reply, Maître Francois accosted the officer in + question, and in a very few words explained my position. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing could come better timed,” said the major. “One of ours has been + sent with despatches to the rear, and we may not see him for some hours. + Again, a light cavalryman must know how to skirmish, and we 'll try your + skill that way. Come along with me.” + </p> + <p> + “To our next meeting, then,” cried Francois, as I hurried on after the + major; whilst once more the voltigeur ranks burst forth in full chorus, + and the merry sounds filled the valley. + </p> + <p> + I followed the major down a somewhat steep and rugged path, at the foot of + which, and concealed by a low copse-wood, was a party consisting of two + companies of the regiment, who formed the most advanced pickets, and were + destined to exchange the first shots with the enemy. + </p> + <p> + Before us lay a defile, partly overgrown with trees on either side, which + ascended by a gradual slope to the foot of the hill on which the Prussian + infantry was stationed, and whose lines were tracked out by a long train + of watch-fires. A farmhouse and its out-buildings occupied the side of the + hill about half-way up; and this was garrisoned by the enemy, and defended + by two guns in position in the defile. To surprise the post and hold it + until the main columns came up, was the object of the voltigeur attack; + and for this purpose small bodies of men were assembling secretly and + stealthily under cover of the brushwood, to burst forth on the word being + given. + </p> + <p> + There was something which surprised me not a little in the way all these + movements were effected. Officers and men were mixed up, as it seemed, in + perfect confusion; not approaching in regular order, or taking up a + position like disciplined troops, they came in twos and threes, crouching + and creeping, and suddenly concealing themselves at every opportunity of + cover the ground afforded. + </p> + <p> + Their noiseless and cautious gestures brought to my mind all that I had + ever read of Indian warfare; and in their eager faces, and quick, piercing + looks, I thought I could recognize the very traits of the red men. The + commands were given by signals; and so rapidly interchanged were they from + party to party, that the different groups seemed to move forward by one + impulse, though the officer who led them was full a mile distant from + where we were. + </p> + <p> + “Can you use a firelock, comrade?” said the major, as he placed in my hand + a short musket, such as the voltigeurs carried. “Sling it at your back; + you may find it useful up yonder. And now I must leave you; keep to this + party. But what is this? You mustn't wear that shako; you'd soon be picked + off with that tower of black fur on your head. Corporal, have you no spare + foraging-cap in your kit? Ah! that's something more becoming a tirailleur; + and, by Jove! I think it improves you wonderfully.” + </p> + <p> + The circumstance of becomingness was not exactly uppermost in my mind at + the moment; but certainly I felt no small gratification at being provided + with the equipment both of cap and firearms which placed me on an equality + with those about me. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had the major left us, when the corporal crept closely to my + side, and with that mingled respect and familiarity a French sous-officier + assumes so naturally, said,— + </p> + <p> + “You wished to see something of a skirmish, Captain, I suppose? Well, + you're like enough to be gratified; we're closing up rapidly now.” + </p> + <p> + “What may be the strength of your battalion, Corporal?” + </p> + <p> + “Twelve hundred men, sir; and they're every one at this instant in the + valley, though I'll wager you don't see a bough move nor a leaf stirring + to show where they lie hid. You see that low copse yonder; well, there's a + company of ours beneath its shelter. But there goes the word to move on.” + </p> + <p> + A motion with his sword, the only command he gave, communicated the order; + and the men, creeping stealthily on, obeyed the mandate, till at another + signal they were halted. + </p> + <p> + From the little copse of brushwood where we now lay, to the farmhouse, the + ground was completely open,—not a shrub nor a bush grew; a slight + ascent of the road led up to the gate, which could not be more than three + hundred paces in front of us. We were stationed at some distance to the + right of the road, but the field presented no obstacle or impediment to + our attack; and thither now were our looks turned,—the short road + which would lead to victory or the grave. + </p> + <p> + From my ambush I could see the two fieldpieces which commanded the road, + and beside which the artillerymen stood in patient attention. With what a + strange thrill I watched one of the party, as from time to time he stooped + down to blow the fuse beside the gun, and then seemed endeavoring to peer + into the valley, where all was still and noiseless! As well as I could + judge, our little party was nearest to the front; and although a small + clump to the left of the road offered a safe shelter still nearer the + enemy, I could not ascertain if it were occupied. + </p> + <p> + Not a word was now spoken. All save the corporal looked eagerly towards + the enemy; he was watching for the signal, and knelt down with his drawn + sword at his side. The deathlike stillness of the moment, so unlike the + prelude to every movement in cavalry combat; the painful expectation which + made minutes like years themselves; the small number of the party, so + dissimilar to the closely crowded squadrons I was used to; but, more than + all, the want of a horse,—that most stirring of all the excitements + to heroism and daring,—unnerved me; and if my heart were to have + been interrogated, I sadly fear it would have brought little corroboration + to the song of the voltigeurs, which attributed so many features of + superiority to their arm of the service above the rest of the army. + </p> + <p> + A thousand and thousand times did I wish to be at the head of a cavalry + charge up that narrow road in face of those guns; ay, though the mitraille + should sweep the earth, there was that in the onward torrent of the + horseman's course that left no room for fear. But this cold and stealthy + approach, this weary watching, I could not bear. + </p> + <p> + “See, see,” whispered the corporal, as he pointed with his finger towards + the clump to the left of the road, “how beautifully done! there goes + another.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, I could perceive the dark shadow of something moving close to + the ground, and finally concealing itself in the brushwood, beneath which + now above twenty men lay hid. At the same instant a deep rolling sound + like far-off thunder was heard; and then louder still, but less deep in + volume, the rattling crash of musketry. At first the discharges were more + prolonged, and succeeded one another more rapidly; but gradually the + firing became less regular; then after an interval swelled more fully + again, and once more relaxed. + </p> + <p> + “Listen!” said the corporal; “can't you hear the cheering? There again; + the skirmishers are falling back,—the fire is too heavy for them.” + </p> + <p> + “Which, the Prussians?” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure, the Prussians. Hark! there was a volley; that was no + tirailleur discharge; the columns are advancing. Down, men, down!” + whispered he, as, excited by the sounds of musketry, some three or four + popped up their heads to listen. At the same instant a noise in front drew + our attention to that quarter; and we now saw that a party of horse + artillerymen were descending the road with a light eight-pounder gun, + which they were proceeding to place in position on a small knoll of ground + about eighty yards from the coppice I have mentioned. + </p> + <p> + “How I could pick off that fellow on the gray horse,” whispered a soldier + beside me to his comrade. + </p> + <p> + “And bring the whole fire on us afterwards,” said the other. + </p> + <p> + “What can we be waiting for?” said the corporal, impatiently. “They are + making that place as strong as a fortress; and there, see if that is not a + reinforcement!” + </p> + <p> + While he spoke, the heavy tramp of men marching announced the approach of + fresh troops; and by the bustle and noise within the farmhouse it was + clear the preparations for its defence were making with all the activity + the exigency demanded. + </p> + <p> + It was past seven o'clock; but as the day broke more out, the heavy fog + increased, and soon grew so dense as to shut out from our view the + Prussian picket and the guns upon the road. Meanwhile the firing continued + at a distance, but, as it seemed, fainter than before. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! there it comes now,” said the corporal, as a shrill whistle was heard + to our left. “Look to your pieces, men! steady.” There was a pause; every + ear was bent to listen, every breath drawn short, when again he spoke. + “That 's it. <i>En avant</i>, lads! <i>en avant!</i>” + </p> + <p> + With the word he sprang forward, but still crouching, he went as if the + thick mist were not enough to conceal him. The men followed their leader + with cautious steps, their carbines in hand and bayonets fixed. For some + minutes we ascended the hill, gradually nearing the road, along which a + low bank offered a slight protection against fire. + </p> + <p> + The corporal halted here for a second or two, when another whistle, so + faint as to be scarcely audible, was borne on the air. With a motion of + his hand forwards he gave the order to advance, and led the way along the + roadside. + </p> + <p> + As we followed in single file, I found myself next the corporal, whose + every motion I watched with an intensity of interest I cannot convey. At + last he stopped and wheeled round; then, kneeling down, he levelled his + piece upon the low bank,—a movement quickly followed by all the rest + who in silence obeyed his signal. + </p> + <p> + Directly in front of us now, and as it seemed not above a dozen yards + distant, the yellow glare of the artillery fuse could be dimly discerned + through the mist; thither every eye was bent and every musket pointed. + Thus we knelt with beating hearts, when suddenly several shots rang out + from the valley and the opposite side of the road; as quickly replied to + by the enemy, and a smart but irregular clattering of musketry followed. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” cried the corporal, aloud, “now, and all together!” + </p> + <p> + And then with one long, stunning report, every gun was discharged, and a + wild cry of the wounded blended with the sounds as we cleared the fence + and dashed at the guns. + </p> + <p> + “Down, men, down!” called our leader, as we jumped into the road. The word + was scarce uttered when a bright flash gleamed forth, a loud bang + succeeded, and we heard the grapeshot crushing down the valley and tearing + its way through the leaves and branches of the brushwood. + </p> + <p> + “<i>En avant</i>, lads! now's your time!” cried the corporal, as he sprang + to his feet and led towards the gun. + </p> + <p> + With one vigorous dash we pushed up the height, just as the cannoneers + were preparing to load. The gunners fell back, and a party of infantry as + quickly presented themselves. + </p> + <p> + The mist happily concealed the smallness of our force, otherwise the + Prussians might have crushed us at once. For a second there was a pause; + then both sides fired, an irregular volley was discharged, and the muskets + were lowered to the charge. What must have been the fate of our little + party now there could be no doubt; when suddenly, through the blue smoke + which yet lingered near the guns, the bright gleaming of bayonets was seen + to flash, while the loud <i>vivas</i> of our own soldiers rent the air. + </p> + <p> + So rapid was the rush, and so thronging did they come, it seemed as if the + very ground had given them up. With a cry of “Forward!” on we went; the + enemy retired and fell back behind the cover of the road, where they kept + up a tremendous fire upon the gun, to which now all our efforts were + directed, to turn against the walls of the farmhouse. + </p> + <p> + The mist by this was cleared away, and we were exposed to the shattering + fire which was maintained not only along the road, but from every window + and crevice in the walls of the farmhouse. Our men fell fast,—several + badly wounded; for the distance was less than half musket-range, even to + the farthest. + </p> + <p> + “The bayonet, men! the bayonet! Leave the gun, and sweep the road of those + fellows yonder!” said the major, as, vaulting over the fence, he led the + way himself. + </p> + <p> + We were now reinforced, and numbered fully four companies; so that our + attack soon drove in the enemy, who retreated, still firing, within the + courtyard around the farmhouse. + </p> + <p> + “Bring up the gun, lads, and we 'll soon breach them,” said the major. + But, unhappily, the party to whom it was committed, being annoyed at the + service which kept them back when their companions were advancing, had + hurled the piece off its carriage, and rolled it down the mountain. + </p> + <p> + With a muttered <i>sacré</i> on their stupidity, the officer cried out to + scale the walls. If honor and rank and wealth had lain on the opposite + side, and not death and agony, they could not have obeyed with more + alacrity. Raised on one another's shoulders, the brave fellows mounted the + wall; but it was only to fall back again into their comrades' arms, dead + or mortally wounded. Still they pressed on: a reckless defiance of danger + had shut out every other thought; and their cheers grew wilder and fiercer + as the fire told upon them, while the shouts of triumph from those within + stimulated them to the verge of madness. + </p> + <p> + “Stand back, men! stand back!” called the major; “down! I say.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, a dead silence followed; the men retreated behind the cover + of the fence, and lay down flat with their faces to the ground. A low, + hissing noise was then heard; and then, with a clap like thunder, the + strong gate was rent into fragments and scattered in blazing pieces about + the field. The crash of the petard was answered by a cheer wild as a + war-whoop, and onward the infuriated soldiers poured through the still + burning timbers. And now began a scene of carnage which only a + hand-to-hand encounter can ever produce. From every door and window the + Prussians maintained a deadly fire: but the onward tide of victory was + with us, and we poured down upon them with the bayonet; and as none gave, + none asked for, quarter, the work of death was speedy. To the wild shouts + of battle, the crash, the din, the tumult of the fight, a dropping + irregular fire succeeded; and then came the low, wailing cries of the + wounded, the groans of the dying, and all was over! We were the victors; + but what a victory! The garden was strewn with our dead; the hall, the + stairs, every room was covered with bodies of our brave fellows, their + rugged faces even sterner than in life. + </p> + <p> + For some minutes it seemed as though our emotions had unnerved us all, as + we stood speechless, gazing on the fearful scene of bloodshed; when the + low rolling of drums, heard from the mountain side, startled every + listener. + </p> + <p> + “The Prussians! the Prussians!” called out three or four voices together. + </p> + <p> + “No, no!” shouted François; “I was too long a tambour not to know that + beat; they 're our fellows.” + </p> + <p> + The drums rolled fuller and louder; and soon the head of a column appeared + peering over the ascent of the road. The sun shone brightly on their gay + uniforms and glancing arms, and the tall and showily-dressed tambour-major + stepped in advance with the proud bearing of a conqueror. + </p> + <p> + “Form, men, and to the front!” said the major of the voltigeurs, who knew + that his place was in the advance, and felt a noble pride that he had won + it bravely. + </p> + <p> + As the column came up the road, the voltigeurs, scattered along the road + on either side, advanced at a run. But no longer was there any obstacle to + their course; no enemy presented themselves in sight, and we mounted the + ascent without a single shot being fired. + </p> + <p> + As I stopped for time to recover breath, I could not help turning to + behold the valley, which, now filled with armed men, was a grand and a + gorgeous sight. In long columns of attack they came, the artillery filling + the interspaces between them. A brilliant sunlight shone out; and I could + distinguish the different brigades, with whose colors I was now familiar. + Still my eye ranged over the field in search of cavalry, the arm I loved + above all others,—that which, more than all the rest, revived the + heroic spirit of the chivalrous ages, and made the horseman feel the + ancient ardor of the belted knight. But none were within sight. Indeed, + the very nature of the ground offered an obstacle to their movement, and I + saw that here, as at Austerlitz, the day was for the infantry. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile we toiled up the height, and at length reached the crest of the + ridge. And then burst forth a sight such as all the grandeur I had ever + beheld of war had never presented the equal to. On a vast tableland, + slightly undulating on the surface, was drawn up the whole Prussian army + in battle array,—a splendid force of nigh thirty thousand infantry, + flanked by ten thousand sabres, the finest cavalry in Europe. By some + inconceivable error of tactics, they had offered no other resistance to + the French ascent of the mountain than the skirmishing troops, which fell + back as we came on; and even now they seemed to wait patiently for the + enemy to form before the conflict should begin. As our columns crowned the + hill they instantly deployed, to cover the advance of those who followed: + but the precaution seemed needless; for, except at the extreme left, where + we heard the firing before, the Prussian army never moved a man, nor + showed any disposition to attack. + </p> + <p> + It was now nine o'clock; the sky clear and cloudless, and a bright + autumnal day permitted the eye to range for miles on every side. The + Prussian army, but forty thousand strong, was drawn up in the form of an + arch, presenting the convexity to our front; while our troops, ninety + thousand in number, overlapped them on either flank, and extended far + beyond them. + </p> + <p> + The battle began by the advance of the French columns and the retreat of + the enemy,—both movements being accomplished without a shot being + fired, and the whole seeming the manoeuvres of a field-day. + </p> + <p> + At length, as the Prussians took up the position they intended to hold, + their guns were seen moving to the front; squadrons of cavalry disengaged + themselves from behind the infantry masses; and then a tremendous tire + opened from the whole line. Our troops advanced <i>en tirailleurs</i>,—that + is, whole regiments thrown out in skirmishing order,—which, when + pressed, fell back, and permitted the columns to appear. + </p> + <p> + The division to which I found myself attached received orders to move + obliquely across the plain, in the direction of some cottages, which I + soon heard was the village of Vierzehn Heiligen, and the centre of the + Prussian position. A galling fire of artillery played upon the column as + it went; and before we accomplished half the distance, our loss was + considerable. More than once, too, the cry of “cavalry!” was heard; and + quick as the warning itself, we were thrown into square, to receive the + impetuous horsemen, who came madly on to the charge. Ney himself stood in + the squares, animating the men by his presence, and cheering them at every + volley they poured in. + </p> + <p> + “Yonder, men! yonder is the centre of their position,” said he, pointing + to the village, which now bristled with armed men, several guns upon a + height beyond it commanding the approach, and a cloud of cavalry hovering + near, to pounce down upon those who might be daring enough to assail it. A + wild cheer answered his words: both general and soldiers understood each + other well. + </p> + <p> + In two columns of attack the division was formed; and then the word + “Forward!” was given. “Orderly time, men!” said General Dorsenne, who + commanded that with which I was; and, obedient to the order, the ranks + moved as if on parade. + </p> + <p> + And now let me mention a circumstance, which, though trivial in itself, + presents a feature of the peculiar character of courage which + distinguished the French officer in battle. As the line advanced, the fire + of the Prussian battery, which by this had found out our range most + accurately, opened severely on us, but more particularly on the left; and + as the men fell fast, and the grapeshot tore through the ranks, a wavering + of the line took place, and in several places a broken front was + presented. Dorsenne saw it at once, and placing himself in front of the + advance, with his back towards the enemy, he called out, as if on parade, + “Close order—close order! Move up there—left, right—left, + right!” And so did he retire step by step, marking the time with his + sword, while the shot flew past and about him, and the earth was scattered + by the torrent of the grapeshot. Courage like this would seem to give a + charmed life, for while death was dealing fast around him, he never + received a wound. + </p> + <p> + The village was attacked at the bayonet point, and at the charge the enemy + received us. So long as their artillery could continue its fire, our loss + was fearful; but once within shelter of the walls and close in with the + Prussian ranks, the firing ceased, and the struggle was hand to hand. + Twice did we win our way up the ascent; twice were we beaten back. Strong + reinforcements were coming up to the enemy's aid; when a loud rolling of + the drums and a hoarse cheer from behind revived our spirits,—it was + Lannes's division advancing at a run. They opened to permit our retiring + masses to re-form behind them, and then rushed on. A crash of musketry + rang out, and through the smoke the glancing bayonets flashed and the red + flame danced wildly. + </p> + <p> + “En avant! en avant!” burst from every man, as, maddened with excitement, + we plunged into the fray. Like a vast torrent tumbling from some mountain + gorge, the column poured on, overwhelming all before it,—now + struggling for a moment, as some obstacle delayed, but could not arrest, + its march; now rushing headlong, it swept along. The village was won; the + Prussians fell back. Their guns opened fiercely on us, and cavalry tore + past, sabring all who sought not shelter within the walls: but the post + was ours, the key of their position was in our hands; and Ney sent three + messengers one after the other to the Emperor to let him know the result, + and enable him to push forward and attack the Prussian centre. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly a wild cry was heard from the little street of the village: the + houses were in flames. The Prussians had thrown in heated shells, and the + wooden roofs of the cottages caught up the fire. For an instant all + became, as it were, panic-struck, and a confused movement of retreat was + begun: but the next moment order was restored; the sappers scaled the + walls of the burning houses, and with their axes severed the timbers, and + suffered the blazing mass to fall within the buildings. + </p> + <p> + But by this time the Prussians had re-formed their columns, and once more + advanced to the attack. The moment was in their favor: the disorder of our + ranks, and the sudden fear inspired by an unlooked-for danger still + continued, when they came on. Then, indeed, began a scene of bloodshed the + most horrible to witness: through the narrow streets, within the gardens, + the houses themselves, the combatants fought hand to hand; neither would + give way; neither knew on which side lay their supporting columns. It was + the terrible carnage of deadly animosity on both sides. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the flames burst forth anew, and amid the crackling of the + burning timbers and the dense smoke of the lighted thatch, the fight went + on. + </p> + <p> + “Vandamme! Vandamme!” cried several voices, in ecstasy; “here come the + grenadiers!” And, true enough, the tall shakos peered through the blue + cloud. + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah for the Faubourg!” shouted a wild voltigeur, as he waved his cap + and sprang forward. “Let us not lose the glory now, boys!” + </p> + <p> + The appeal was not made in vain. From every window and doorway the men + leaped down into the street, and rushed at the Prussian column, which was + advancing at the charge. Suddenly the column opened, a rushing sound was + heard, and down with the speed of lightning rode a squadron of + cuirassiers. Over us they tore, sabring as they went, nor halted till the + head of Vandamme's column poured in a volley. Then wheeling, they galloped + back, trampling on our wounded, and dealing death with their broadswords. + </p> + <p> + As for me, a sabre-cut in the head had stunned me; and while I leaned for + support against the wall of a house, a horseman tore past, and with one + vigorous cut he cleft open my shoulder. I staggered back and fell, covered + with bloody upon the door-sill. I saw our column pass on, cheering, and + heard the wild cry, “En avant I en avant!” swelling from a thousand + voices; and then, faint and exhausted, my senses reeled, and the rest was + like an indistinct dream. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. A FRAGMENT OF A MAÎTRE d'ARMES EXPERIENCES + </h2> + <p> + Stunned, and like one but half awake, I followed the tide of marching men + which swept past like a mighty river, the roar of the artillery and the + crash of battle increasing the confusion of my brain. All distinct memory + of the remainder of the day is lost to me. I can recollect the explosion + of several wagons of the ammunition train, and how the splinters wounded + several of those around me; I also have a vague, dreamy sense of being + hurried along at intervals, and then seeing masses of cavalry dash past. + But the great prevailing thought above all others is, of leaning over the + edge of a charrette, where I lay with some wounded soldiers, to watch the + retreat of the Prussians, as they were pursued by Murat's cavalry. + François was at my side, and described to me the great events of the + battle; but though I seemed to listen, the sounds fell unregarded on my + ear. Even now, it seems to me like a dream; and the only palpable idea + before me is the heated air, the dark and lowering sky, And the deafening + thunder of the guns. + </p> + <p> + It is well known how the victory of Jena was crowned by the glorious issue + of the battle of Auerstadt, where the main body of the Prussians, under + the command of the king himself, was completely beaten by Davoust with a + force not half their number. The two routed armies crossed in their + flight, while the headlong fury of the French cavalry pressed down on + them; nor did the terrible slaughter cease till night gave respite to the + beaten. + </p> + <p> + The victors and the vanquished entered Weimar together, a distance of full + six leagues from the field of battle. All struggle had long ceased. An + unresisting massacre it was; and such was the disappointment and anger of + the people of the country, that the Prussian officers were frequently + attacked and slain by the peasantry, whose passionate indignation made + them suspect treachery in the result of the battle. + </p> + <p> + All whose wounds were but slight, and whose health promised speedy + restoration, were mounted into wagons taken from the enemy, and sent + forward with the army. Among this number I found myself, and that same + night slept soundly and peacefully in the straw of the charrette in which + I travelled from Jena. + </p> + <p> + The Emperor's headquarters were established at Weimar, and thither all the + ambulances were conveyed; while the marshals, with their several + divisions, were sent in pursuit of the enemy. As for myself, before the + week elapsed, I was sufficiently recovered to move about; for happily the + stunning effects which immediately followed the injury were its worst + consequences, and my wound in the shoulder proved but trifling. + </p> + <p> + “And so you are determined to join the cavalry again?” said François, as + he sat by my side under a tree, where a cheerful fire of blazing wood had + drawn several to enjoy its comfort. “That is what I cannot comprehend by + any stretch of ingenuity,—how a man who has once seen something of + voltigeur life can go back to the dull routine of dragoon service.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I have had enough of skirmishing, François,” said I, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Is it of that knock on the pate you speak?” said he, contemptuously. + “Bah! the heavy shako you wear would give a worse headache. Come, come; + think better on 't. I can tell you”—here he lowered his voice to a + whisper—“I can tell you, Burke, the major noticed the manner you + held your ground in the old farmhouse. I heard him refuse to send a + reinforcement when the Prussians made their second attack. 'No, no,' said + he; 'that hussar fellow yonder does his work so well, he wants no help + from us.' When he said that, my friend, be assured your promotion is safe + enough. You were made for a voltigeur.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, François, it's no use; all your flattery won't make me desert. I + 'll try and join my brigade to-morrow; that is, if I can find them.” + </p> + <p> + “You never told me in what way you first became separated from your corps. + How was it?” + </p> + <p> + “There's something of a secret there, François; you mustn't ask me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I understand,” said he, with a knowing look, and a gesture of his + hand, as if making a pass with his sword. “Did you kill him?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not exactly,” said I, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Merely gave him that pretty lunge <i>en tierce</i> you favored me with,” + said he, putting his hand on his side. + </p> + <p> + “Nor even that.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Diable!</i> then how was it?” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you it was a secret.” + </p> + <p> + “Secret! Confound it, man, there are no secrets in a campaign, except when + the military chest is empty or the commissary falls short of grub; these + are the only things one ever thinks of hushing up. Come, out with it!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if it must be, I may as well have the benefit of your advice. So + draw closer, for I don't wish the rest to hear it.” + </p> + <p> + In as few words as I was able, I explained to François the circumstances + of the night march, and the manner of my meeting with the Emperor at the + ravine, where the artillery train was stopped. But when I came to the + incident of the picket, and mentioned how, in rescuing the Emperor, my + horse had been killed under me, he could no longer restrain himself, but + turned to the rest, who, to the number of fifteen or sixteen, sat around + the fire, and burst forth,— + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mille tonnerres!</i> but the boy is a fool!” And then, before I could + interpose a word, blurted out the whole adventure to the company. + </p> + <p> + There was no use now to attempt any concealment at all; neither was there + to feel anger at his conduct. One would have been as absurd as the other; + and so I had to endure, as best I could, the various comments that were + passed on my behavior, on the prudence of which certainly no second + opinion existed. + </p> + <p> + “You must be right certain of promotion, Captain,” said an old sergeant, + with a gray beard and mustache, “or you wouldn't refuse such a chance as + that.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Diable!</i>” cried François; “don't you see he wouldn't accept of it. + He is too proud to wait on the Petit Caporal, though he asked him to do + so.” + </p> + <p> + “He 'd have given you the cross of the Legion anyhow,” said another. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, by Jove!” exclaimed the riding-master of a dragoon regiment, “and + sent him a remount from his own stud.” + </p> + <p> + “And you think that modesty!” said Francois, whose indignation at my folly + knew no bounds. “<i>Par Saint Joseph!</i> if I'd been as modest, it's not + maître d'armes of a voltigeur battalion I 'd be to-day; though I may say, + without boasting, I'm not afraid to cross a rapier with any man in the + army. No, no; that's not the way I managed.” + </p> + <p> + “How was that, Maître Francois?” said a young officer, who felt curious to + learn the circumstance to which he seemed to attach a story. + </p> + <p> + “If the honorable society cares to hear it,” said François, uncovering, + and bowing courteously to all around, “I shall have great pleasure in + recounting a little incident of my life.” + </p> + <p> + A general cry of acclamation and “bravo” met the polite proposal; while + Francois, accepting a <i>goutte</i> from a canteen presented to him, began + thus:— + </p> + <p> + “I began my soldier's life at the first step of the ladder. I was a + drummer-boy at Jemappes; and, when I grew old enough to exchange the + drumstick for the sword, I was attached to the <i>chasseurs à cheval</i>, + and went with them to Egypt. I could tell you some strange stories of our + doings there,—I don't mean with the Turks, mark you, but amongst + ourselves,—for we had little affairs with the sword almost every + day; and I soon showed them I was their master. But that is not to the + purpose; what I am about to speak of happened in this wise. + </p> + <p> + “At break of day, one morning, the picket to which I was joined received + orders to mount, and accompany the general along the bank of the Nile to + the village of Chebrheis, where we heard that a Mameluke force were + assembling, whose strength and equipment it was important to ascertain. + Our horses were far from fresh when we started; the day previous had been + spent in a fatiguing march from Rhemanieh, crossing a dreary desert, with + hot sands and no water. But General Bonaparte always expected us to turn + out, as if we had got a general remount; and so we made the best of it, + and set out in as good style as we could. We had not gone above a league + and a half, however, when we found that the slapping pace of the general + had left the greater part of the escort out of sight; and of a score of + four squadrons, not above twenty horsemen were present. + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor—you know he was only general then, but it 's all the + same—laughed heartily when he found he had outridden the rest; + indeed, for that matter, he laughed at our poor blown beasts, that shook + on every limb, and seemed like to push their spare, gaunt bones through + the trappings with which, for shame's sake, we endeavored to cover them. + But his joke was but shortlived; for just then, from behind the wall of an + old ruined temple—whiz!—there came a shattering volley of + musketry in the midst of us; the only miracle is how one escaped. The next + moment there was a wild hurrah, and we beheld some fifty Mameluke fellows, + all glittering with gold, coming down full speed on us, on their Arab + chargers. <i>Mille cadavres!</i> what was to be done? Nothing, you'd say, + but run for it. And so we should have done, if the beasts were able: but + not a bit of it; they couldn't have raised a gallop if Mourad Bey had been + there with his whole army. And so we put a good face on it, and drew up + across the way, and looked as if going to charge. Egad! the Turks were + amazed. They halted up short, and stared about them to see what infantry + or artillery there might be coming up to our assistance, so boldly did we + hold our ground. + </p> + <p> + “'We'll keep them in check, General,' said the officer of the picket. + 'Lose no time now, but make a dash for it, and you'll get away.' And so, + without more ado, Bonaparte turned his horse's head round, and, driving + his spurs into him, set out at top speed. + </p> + <p> + “This was the signal for the Mameluke charge; and down they came. <i>Sacristi!</i> + how the infidels rode us down! Over and over our fellows rolled, men and + horses together, while they slashed with their keen cimeters on every + side; few needed a second cut, I warrant you. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0014" id="linkimage-0014"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/296.jpg" alt="296 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “By some good fortune, my beast kept his legs in the <i>mêlée</i>, and, + with even better luck, got so frightened that he started off, and struck + out in full gallop after the general, who, about two hundred paces in + front of me, was dashing along, pursued by a Mameluke, with a cimeter held + over his head. The Turk's horse, however, was wounded, and could not gain + even on the tired animal before him, while mine was at every stride + overtaking him. + </p> + <p> + “The Mameluke, hearing the clatter behind, turned his head. I seized the + moment, and discharged my only remaining pistol at him,—alas! + without effect. With a wild war-cry the fellow swerved round and came down + upon me, intending to take my horse in flank, and hurl me over. But the + good beast plunged forward, and my enemy passed behind, and only grazed + the haunches as he went; the moment after he was at my side. <i>Parbleu!</i> + I did n't like the companionship. I knew every turn of a broadsword or a + rapier well; but a curved cimeter, keen as a razor, of Damascus steel, + glittering and glistening over my head, was a different thing: the great + dark eyes of the fellow, too, glared like balls of fire, and his white + teeth were clenched. With a swing of his blade over his head, so loosely + done I thought he had almost flung the weapon from his hand, he aimed a + cut at my neck; but, quick as lightning, I dropped upon the mane, and the + sharp blade shaved the red feather from my shako, and sent it floating in + the air, while, with a straight point, I ran him through the body, and + heard his death-shout as he fell bathed in blood upon the sands. The + general saw him fall, and cried out something; but I could not hear the + words, nor, to say truth, did I care much at the time: my happiest thought + just then was to see the remainder of the escort, which we had left + behind, coming up at a smart canter. + </p> + <p> + “The Turks no sooner perceived them than they wheeled and fled; and so we + returned to the camp, with a loss of some twenty brave fellows, and none + the wiser for all our trouble. + </p> + <p> + “'What shall I do for you, friend?' said the general to me, as I stood by + his orders at the door of his tent, 'what shall I do for you?' + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ma foi!</i> said I, with a shrug of my shoulders, 'I can't well say at + a moment; perhaps the best thing would be to promise you 'd never take me + as one of your escort when you make such an expedition as this morning's.' + </p> + <p> + “'No, no, I 'll not say that. Who are you? What's your grade?' + </p> + <p> + “'François, maître d'armes of the Fourth Chasseurs of the Guard,' said I, + proudly. And, indeed, I thought he might have known me without the + question. + </p> + <p> + “'Ah, indeed!' replied he, gravely. 'Promotion is then of no use here; a + maître d'armes, like a general of division, is at the top of the tree. + Come, I have it; a fellow of your sort is never out of scrapes,—always + duelling and quarrelling, under arrest three days in every week; I know + you well. Now, Maître François, I 'll forgive you the first time you ask + me for any offence within my power to pardon. Go; you are satisfied with + that promise,—is it not so?' + </p> + <p> + “'Yes, General; and I'll soon jog your memory about it,' said I, saluting + and retiring from the tent. + </p> + <p> + “I see some old 'braves' of the Pyramids about me now,” continued + François, “and so I need not dwell on the events of the campaign. You all + know how General Bonaparte left the army to Kléber, and went back to + France; and somehow we never had much luck after that. But so it was, I + came back with the regiment, and was at the battle of Marengo when our + brigade captured four guns of Skal's battery, and carried off eleven of + their officers our prisoners. You'd wonder now, Comrades, how that piece + of good fortune should turn out so ill for me; but such was the case. + After the battle was gained, General Bonaparte retired to Gerofola with + his staff, and I was ordered to proceed after him, with the Hauptmann + Klingenswert of the Austrian army,—one of our prisoners who had + served on Melas's staff, and knew everything about the effective strength + of the army and all their plans. + </p> + <p> + “We set off at daybreak. It was in June, and a lovely morning too; and as + my prisoner was an officer and a man of honor, I took no escort, but rode + along at his side. We halted at noon to dine in a little grove of cedars, + where I opened my canteen and spread the contents on the grass: and after + regaling ourselves pleasantly, we lighted our meerschaums and chatted away + like old comrades over the war and its chances. A more agreeable fellow + than the Austrian I never met. He told me his whole history, and I told + him mine; and we drank Brüderschaft together, and swore I don't know how + many eternal friendships. The devil was just amusing himself with us all + this time though, as you 'll see presently; for we soon got into an + argument about the charge in which our brigade captured the guns. He said + that if the ammunition had not failed we never would have dared the + attack; and I swore that the discharges were pouring in while we rode down + on the battery. + </p> + <p> + “We grew warm with the dispute, and drank deeper to cool us; and, what + between the wine and our own passion, we became downright angry, and went + so far as to interchange something not like Brüderschaft. + </p> + <p> + “'Ah, how unfortunate I always am!' said I, sighing. 'If I had only the + good luck to be the prisoner now, and you the escort—' + </p> + <p> + “'What then?' said he. + </p> + <p> + “'How easily, and how pleasantly too, could we settle this little affair. + The ground is smooth as velvet; there is no sun; all still, and quiet, and + peaceful.' + </p> + <p> + “'No, no,' said the Austrian; 'I couldn't do what you propose,—I + should be dishonored forever if I took such an advantage of you. You must + know, François,' for he called me so, recurring at once to his tone of + kindliness, 'I am the first swordsman of my brigade.' + </p> + <p> + “I could scarcely avoid throwing myself into his arms as he spoke; never + was there such a piece of fortune. 'And I,' cried I, in ecstasy, 'I the + first of the whole French army!' You know, Comrades, I only said that <i>en + gascon</i>, and to afford him the greater pleasure in our <i>rencontre</i>. + </p> + <p> + “We soon measured our swords and threw off our jackets. 'François,' said + he, 'I ought to mention to you that my lunge <i>en tierce</i> is my famous + stroke; I rarely miss running my adversary through the chest with it.' + </p> + <p> + “'I know the trick well,' said I; 'take care of my “pass” outside the + guard.' + </p> + <p> + “'Oh! if that's your game,' said he, laughing, 'I'll make short work of + it. Now, to begin.' + </p> + <p> + “'All ready,' said I; 'en garde!' And we crossed our weapons. For a German + he was a capital swordsman, and had a very pretty trick of putting in his + point over the hilt, and wounding the sword-arm; but if it had not been + for all the wine I drank the affair would have been over in a second or + two. As it was, we both fenced loose, and without any judgment whatever. + </p> + <p> + “'Ah! you got that,' said I, 'at last!' as I pierced him in the back, + outside the guard. + </p> + <p> + “'No, no!' cried he, passionately; for his temper was up, and he would not + confess a touch. + </p> + <p> + “'Well, then, that's home!' said I, thrusting beneath his hilt, till the + blood spurted out along my blade and even in my eyes. + </p> + <p> + “'Yes, that's home,' said he, staggering back, while one of his legs + crossed over the other, and he fell heavily on the grass. I stooped down + to feel his heart; and as I did so my senses failed, my limbs tottered, + and I rolled headlong over him. Truth was, I was badly wounded, though I + never knew when; for his sword had entered my chest, beneath a rib, and + cut some large vessels in the lungs. + </p> + <p> + “The end of it all was, the Austrian was buried, and I was broke the + service without pay or pension, my wound being declared by the doctors an + incapacity to serve in future. + </p> + <p> + “Comrades, we often hear men talk of the happy day before them when they + shall leave the army and throw off the knapsack, and give up the musket + for the mattock. Well, trust me, it's no such pleasure as they deem it, + after all. There was I, turned loose upon the world, with nothing but a + suit of ragged clothes my comrades made up amongst them, my old rapier, + and a bad asthma. Such was my stock-in-trade, to begin life anew, at the + age of forty-seven. And so, I set out on my weary way back to Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn't you try your chance with the Petit Caporal first?” asked one of + the listeners. + </p> + <p> + “To be sure I did. I sent him a long petition, setting forth the whole + circumstance, and detailing every minute particular of the duel; but I + received it back, unopened,—with Duroc's name, and the word + 'Rejected,' on the back. + </p> + <p> + “It is strange-how unfit we old soldiers are for any occupation in a civil + way, when we 've spent half a lifetime campaigning. When I reached Paris, + I could almost have wedged myself into the scabbard of my sword. Long + marches and short rations had told heavily on me; and the custom-house + officer at the barrier told me to pass on, without ever stopping to see + that I carried no contraband goods about me. + </p> + <p> + “I had a miserable time enough of it for twelve or fourteen months. The + only way of support I could find was teaching recruits the sword exercise; + and you know they could n't be very liberal in their rewards for the + service. But even this poor trade was soon interdicted, as the police + reported that I encouraged the young soldiers to fight duels,—a + great offence, truly! But you see everything went unluckily with me at + that time. + </p> + <p> + “What was to become of me now I couldn't tell; when an old comrade, + pensioned off from Moreau's army, had interest to get me appointed + supernumerary, as they call it, in the Grand Opera, where I used to + perform as a Roman soldier, or a friar, or a peasant, or some such thing, + for five francs a week. Not a sou more had I, and the duty was heavier + than on active service. + </p> + <p> + “After two years, the 'big drum' died of a rheumatic fever, from beating a + great solo in a new German Opera, and I was promoted to his place; for by + this time I was quite recovered from the effects of my wound, and could + use my arms as well as ever. + </p> + <p> + “Some of the honorable company may remember the first night that Napoleon + visited the Grand Opera after he was named Emperor. It was a glorious + sight, and one can never forget it. The whole house was filled with + generals and field-marshals: it was a grand field-day, by the glare of ten + thousand wax-lights. And the Empress was there, and her whole suite, and + all the prettiest women in France. Little time had I to look at them, + though; for there was I, in the corner of the orchestra, with my big drum + before me, on which I was to play the confounded thing that killed the + other fellow. + </p> + <p> + “It was a strange performance, sure enough: for in the midst of a great + din and crash, came a dead pause; and then I was to strike three solemn + bangs on the drum,—to be followed by a succession of blows, fast as + lightning, for five minutes. This was the composer's notion of a battle,—distant + firing! Heaven bless his heart! I was wishing he 'd seen some of it. This + was to come on in the second act, up to which time I had nothing to do. + </p> + <p> + “Why do I say nothing? I had to gaze at the Petit Caporal, who sat there + in the box over my head, looking as stern and as thoughtful as ever, and + not minding much what the Empress said, though she kept prattling into his + ear all the time, and trying to attract his attention. <i>Parbleu!</i> he + was not thinking of all the nonsense before him,—his mind was on + real battles: he had seen real smoke,—that he had! He was fatter and + paler than he used to be; and I thought, too, his frown was darker than + when I saw him last: but, to be sure, that was at Marengo, and he ever + looked pleased on the field of battle. I could n't take my eyes from him: + his fine thoughtful face, so full of determination and energy, reminded me + of my old days of campaigning. I thought of Areola and Rivoli, of Cairo + and the Pyramids, and the great charge at Marengo when Desaix's division + came up,—and my heart was nigh bursting when I remembered that I + wore the epaulette no longer. I forgot, too, where I was; and expected + every instant to hear him call for one of the marshals, or see him stretch + out his hand to point to a distant part of the field. And so absorbed was + I in my reveries, that I had neither eyes nor ears for anything around me; + when suddenly all the din of the orchestra ceased,—not a sound was + heard; and a hand rudely shook me by the arm, while a voice whispered, + 'Now! now!' + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0015" id="linkimage-0015"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/302.jpg" alt="302 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Mechanically I seized the drumsticks. But my eyes still were riveted in + the Emperor,—my whole heart and soul were centred in him. Again the + voice called to me to begin; and a low murmur of angry meaning ran through + the orchestra. + </p> + <p> + “I sprang to my legs, and in the excitement of the moment, losing all + memory of time and place, I rolled out the <i>pas de charge!</i> + </p> + <p> + “Scarce had the first <i>roulade</i> of the well-known sounds reverberated + through the house, when one cry of 'Vive l'Empereur!' burst forth. It was + not a cheer; it was the heart-given outbreak of ten thousand devoted + followers. Marshals, generals, colonels, ambassadors, ministers, all + joined; and the vast assembly rocked to and fro like the sea in a storm, + while Napoleon himself, slowly rising, bent his proud head in + acknowledgment, and then sat down again amid the thundering shouts of + acclamation. It was full twenty minutes before the piece could proceed; + and even then momentary outbreaks of enthusiasm would occur to interrupt + it, and continued to burst forth till the curtain fell. + </p> + <p> + “Just then an aide-de-camp appeared beside the orchestra, and ordered me + to the Emperor's box. <i>Satristi!</i>how I trembled! I did n't know what + might come of it. + </p> + <p> + “'Ah, <i>coquin!</i> said he, as I stood ready to drop with fear at the + door of the box, 'this has been one of thy doings, eh?' + </p> + <p> + “'Yes, Sire,' muttered I in a half whisper. + </p> + <p> + “'And how hast thou dared to spoil an opera in this fashion?' said he, + frowning fiercely. 'Answer me, sirrah!' + </p> + <p> + “'It was your Majesty's fault,' said I, becoming reckless of all + consequences. 'You did n't seem to care much for all their scraping and + blowing, and so I thought the old <i>roulade</i> might raise you a bit. + You used to like it once; and might still, if the times be not altered.' + </p> + <p> + “'And they are not,' said he, sternly. 'Who art thou, that seem'st to know + me thus well?' + </p> + <p> + “'Old François, that was maître d'armes of the Fourth in Egypt, and who + saved you from the stroke of a Mameluke sabre at Chebrheis.' + </p> + <p> + “'What! the fellow who killed an Austrian prisoner after Marengo? Why, I + thought thee dead.' + </p> + <p> + “'Better for me I had been!' said I. 'You would n't read my petition. + ('Yes, you may frown away, General,' said I to Duroc, who kept glowering + at me like a tiger.) I began life at the tambour; I have come down to it + again. You can't bring me lower, <i>parbleu!</i> + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor whispered something to the Empress, who turned round towards + me and laughed; and then he made a sign for me to withdraw. Before I had + got a dozen paces from the box, an aide-de-camp overtook me. + </p> + <p> + “'François,' said he, 'you are to appear before the medical commission + to-morrow; and if their report be favorable, you are to have your old + grade of maître d'armes.' + </p> + <p> + “And so it was. Not only was I restored, but they even placed me in the + same regiment I served in during the campaigns of Egypt and Italy. The + corps, however, was greatly changed since I knew it before; and so I asked + the Emperor to appoint me to a voltigeur battalion, where discipline is + not so rigid, and pleasant comrades are somewhat more plentiful. I had my + wish, gentlemen. And now, with your permission, we'll drink the 'Faubourg + St. Antoine,' the cradle of our arm of the service.” + </p> + <p> + In repeating Maître Francois's tale, I could only wish it might have one + half the success with my reader it met with from his comrades of the + bivouac. This, however, I cannot look for, and must leave it and him to + their fortunes, and now turn to follow the course of my own. + </p> + <p> + François was not the only one who felt surprised at my being able to + resist the pleasures of a voltigeurs life; and my companion the corporal + looked upon my determination to join the hussar brigade as one of those + extraordinary instances of duty predominating over inclination. “Not,” + said he, “but there may be brave fellows and good soldiers among the + dragoons; though having a horse to ride is a sore drawback on a man's + courage. And when one has felt the confidence of standing face to face, + and foot to foot, with the enemy, I cannot see how he can ever bring + himself to fight in any other fashion.” + </p> + <p> + “A man can accustom himself to anything, Corporal,” said an old, + hardy-looking soldier, who sat smoking with the most profound air of + thoughtful reflection. “I remember being in the 'dromedary brigade' at + Cairo. Few of us could keep our seats at first; and when we fell off, it + was often hard enough to resist the Mamelukes and hold the beasts besides; + but even that we learned with time.” + </p> + <p> + This explanation, little flattering as it was to the cavalry, seemed to + convince the listeners that time, which smoothes so many difficulties, + will even make a man content to be a dragoon. + </p> + <p> + “Well, since you will not be 'of ours,'” said François, “let us drink a + parting cup, and say good-by, for I hear the bugle sounding the call.” + </p> + <p> + “A health to the 'Faubourg St. Antoine,' boys!” cried I, and a hearty + cheer re-echoed the toast; and with many a shake-hands, and many a promise + of welcome whenever I saw the error of my ways sufficiently to doff the + dolman for the voltigeur's jacket, I took leave of the gallant + Twenty-second, and set out towards Weimar. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. BERLIN AFTER “JENA.” + </h2> + <p> + As the battle of Austerlitz was the deathblow to the empire of Austria, so + with the defeat at Jena did Prussia fall, and that great kingdom became a + prey to the conquering Napoleon. Were this a fitting place, it might be + curious to inquire into the causes which involved a ruin so sudden and so + complete; and how a vast and highly organized army seemed at one fell + stroke annihilated and destroyed. + </p> + <p> + The victories of Jena and Auerstadt, great and decisive as they were, were + nevertheless inadequate to such results; and if the genius of the Emperor + had not been as prompt to follow up as to gain a battle, they never would + have occurred. But scarcely had the terrible contest ceased, when he sent + for the Saxon officers who were taken prisoners, and addressing them in a + tone of kindness, declared at once that they were at liberty and might + return to their homes, first pledging their words not to carry arms + against France or her allies. One hundred and twenty officers of different + grades, from lieutenant-general downwards, gave this promise and retired + to their own country, extolling the generosity of Napoleon. This first + step was soon followed up by another and more important one; negotiations + were opened with the Elector of Saxony, and the title of king offered to + him on condition of his joining the Confederacy of the Rhine; and thus + once more the artful policy already pursued with regard to Bavaria in the + south, was here renewed in the north of Germany, and with equal success. + </p> + <p> + This deep-laid scheme deprived the Prussian army of eighteen thousand men, + and that on the very moment when defeat and disaster had spread their + demoralizing influences through the entire army. Several of their greatest + generals were killed, many more dreadfully or fatally wounded: Prince + Louis, Ruchel, Schmettau, among the former; the Duke of Brunswick and + Prince Henry both severely wounded. The Duke survived but a few days, and + these in the greatest suffering; Marshal Möllendorf, the veteran of nigh + eighty years, had his chest pierced by a lance. Here was misfortune enough + to cause dismay and despair; for unhappily the nation itself was but an + army in feeling and organization, and with defeat every hope died out and + every arm was paralyzed. The patriotism of the people had taken its place + beneath a standard, which when once lowered before a conqueror, nothing + more remained. Such is the destiny of a military monarchy: its only + vitality is victory; the hour of disaster is its deathblow. + </p> + <p> + The system of a whole corps capitulating, which the Prussians had not + scrupled to sneer at when occurring in Austria, now took place here with + even greater rapidity. Scarcely a day passed that some regiment did not + lay down their arms, and surrender <i>sur parole</i>. A panic spread + through the whole length and breadth of the land; places of undoubted + strength were surrendered as insecure and untenable. No rest nor respite + was allowed the vanquished: the gay plumes of the lancers fluttered over + the vast plains in pursuit; columns of infantry poured in every direction + through the kingdom; and the eagles glittered in every town and every + village of conquered Prussia. + </p> + <p> + Never did the spirit of Napoleon display itself more pitiless than in this + campaign; for while in his every act he evinced a determination to break + down and destroy the nation, the “Moniteur” at Paris teemed with articles + in derision of the army whose bravery he should never have questioned. + Even the gallant leaders themselves—old and scarred warriors—were + contemptuously described as blind and infatuated fanatics, undeserving of + clemency or consideration. Not thus should he have spoken of the noble + Prince Louis and the brave Duke of Brunswick; they fought in a good cause, + and they met the death of gallant soldiers. “I will make their nobles beg + their bread upon the highways!” was the dreadful sentence he uttered at + Weimar. And the words were never forgotten. + </p> + <p> + The conduct and bearing of the Emperor was the more insulting from its + contrast with that of his marshals and generals, many of whom could not + help acknowledging in their acts the devotion and patriotism of their + vanquished foes. Murat lost no occasion to evince this feeling; and sent + eight colonels of his own division to carry the pall at General + Schmettau's funeral, who was interred with all the honors due to one who + had been the companion of the Great Frederick himself. + </p> + <p> + Soult, Bernadotte, Augereau, Ney, and Davoust, with the several corps + under their command, pursued the routed forces with untiring hostility. In + vain did the King of Prussia address a supplicating letter asking for a + suspension of arms. Napoleon scarcely deigned a reply, and ordered the + advanced guard to march on Berlin. + </p> + <p> + But a year before and he had issued his royal mandates from the palace of + the Caesars; and he burned now to date his bulletins from the palace of + the Great Frederick. And on the tenth day after the battle of Jena the + troops of Lannes's division bivouacked in the plain around Potsdam. I had + joined my brigade the day previous, and entered Berlin with them on the + morning of the 23d of October. + </p> + <p> + The preparations for a triumphal entry were made on the day before; and by + noon the troops approached the capital in all the splendor of full + equipment. First came the grenadiers of Oudinot's brigade,—one of + the finest corps in the French army; their bright yellow facings and + shoulder-knots had given them the <i>sobriquet</i> of the <i>Grenadiers + jaunes</i>: they formed part of Davonst's force at Auerstadt, and were + opposed to the Prussian guard in the greatest shock of the entire day. + After them came two battalions of the <i>Chasseurs à pied</i>,—a + splendid body of infantry, the remnant of four thousand who went into + battle on the morning of the 15th. Then followed a brigade of artillery, + each gun-carriage surmounted by a Prussian standard. These again were + succeeded by the red lancers of Berg, with Murat himself at their head; + for they were his own regiment, and he felt justly proud of such + followers: the grand duke was in all the splendor of his full dress, and + wore a Spanish hat, looped up, with an immense brilliant in front, and a + plume of ostrich feathers floated over his neck and shoulders. Two hundred + and forty chosen men of the Imperial Guard marched two and two after + these, each carrying a color taken from the enemy in battle. Nansouty's + cuirassiers came next; they had suffered severely at Jena, and were + obliged to muster several of their wounded men to fill up the gaps in + their squadrons. Then there were the horse artillery brigade, whose + uniforms and equipments, notwithstanding every effort to conceal it, + showed the terrible effects of the great battle. General d'Auvergne's + division, with the hussars and the light cavalry attached, followed. These + were succeeded by the voltigeurs, and eight battalions of the Imperial + Guard,—whose ranks were closed up with the <i>Grenadiers à cheval</i>, + and more artillery,—in all, a force of eighteen thousand, the <i>élite</i> + of the French army. + </p> + <p> + Advancing in orderly time, they came,—no sound heard save the dull + reverberation of the earth as it trembled beneath the columns, when the + hoarse challenge to “halt” was called from rank to rank as often as those + in the rear pressed on the leading files; but as they reached the + Brandenburg gate, the band of each regiment burst forth, and the wide + Platz resounded with the clang of martial music. + </p> + <p> + In front of the palace stood the Emperor, surrounded by his staff, which + was joined in succession by each general of brigade as his corps moved by. + A simple acknowledgment of the military salute was all Napoleon gave as + each battalion passed,—until the small party of the Imperial Guard + appeared, bearing the captured colors. Then his proud features relaxed, + his eye flashed and sparkled, and he lifted his chapeau straight above his + head, and remained uncovered the whole time they were marching past. This + was the moment when enthusiasm could no longer be restrained, and a cry of + “Vive l'Empereur!” burst forth, that, caught up by those behind, rose in + ten thousand echoes along the distant suburbs of Berlin. + </p> + <p> + To look upon that glorious and glittering band, bronzed with battle, their + proud faces lit up with all the pride of victory, was indeed a triumph; + and one instinctively turned to see the looks of wondering and admiration + such a sight must have inspired. But with what sense of sadness came the + sudden thought: this is the proud exultation of the conqueror over the + conquered; here come no happy faces and bright looks to welcome those who + have rescued them from slavery; here are no voices calling welcome to the + deliverer. No: it was a people crushed and trodden down; their hard-won + laurels tarnished and dishonored; their country enslaved; their monarch a + wanderer, no one knew where. Little thought they who raised the statue of + brass to the memory of the Great Frederick, that the clank of French + musketry would be heard around it. Rossbach was, indeed, avenged,—and + cruelly avenged. + </p> + <p> + Never did a people behave with more dignity under misfortune than the + Prussians on the entrance of the French into their capital. The streets + were deserted; the houses closed; the city was in mourning; and none + stooped to the slavish adulation which might win favor with the conqueror. + It was a triumph; but there were none to witness it. Of the nobles, scarce + one remained in Berlin. They had fallen in battle, or followed the + fortunes of their beaten army, now scattered and dispersed through the + kingdom. Their wives and daughters, in deepest mourning, bewailed their + ruined country as they would the death of a dearest friend. They cut off + their blonde locks, and sorrowed like those without a hope. Their great + country was to be reduced to the rank of a mere German province; their + army disbanded; their king dethroned. Such was the contrast to our hour of + triumph; such the sad reverse to the gorgeous display of our armed + squadrons. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had the Emperor established his headquarters at Potsdam than the + whole administration of the kingdom was begun to be placed under French + rule. Prefects were appointed to different departments of the kingdom; a + heavy contribution was imposed upon the nation; and all the offices of the + state were subjected to the control of persons named by the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + Among these, the first in importance was the post-office; for, while every + precaution was taken that no interruption should occur in the transmission + of the mails as usual, a <i>cabinet noir</i> was established here, as at + Paris, whose function it was to open the letters of suspected persons, and + make copies of them; the latter, indeed, were often so skilfully executed + as to be forwarded to the address, while the originals were preserved as + “proofs” against parties, if it were found necessary to accuse them + afterwards. (And here I might mention that the art of depositing metals in + a mould by galvanic process was known and used in imitating and + fabricating the seals of various writers, many years before the discovery + became generally known in Europe.) + </p> + <p> + The invasion of private right involved in this breach of trust gave, as + might be supposed, the greatest offence throughout the kingdom. But the + severity with which every case of suspicious meaning was followed up and + punished converted the feelings of indignation and anger into those of + fear and trepidation. For this was ever part of Napoleon's policy: the + penalty of any offence was made to exclude the sense of ridicule its own + littleness might have created, and men felt indisposed to jest where their + mirth might end in melancholy. + </p> + <p> + The most remarkable case, and that which more than any other impressed the + public mind of the period, was that of the Prince de Hatzfeld, whose + letter to the King of Prussia was opened at the post-office, and made the + subject of a capital charge against him. Its contents were, as might be + imagined from the channel of transmission, not such as could substantiate + any treasonable intention on his part. A respectful homage to his + dethroned sovereign; a detail of the mournful feeling experienced + throughout his capital; and some few particulars of the localities + occupied by the French troops, was the entire. And for this he was tried + and condemned to death,—a sentence which the Emperor commanded to be + executed before sunset that same day. Happily for the fate of the noble + prince, as for the fair fame of Napoleon, both Duroc and Rapp were + ardently attached to him, and at their earnest entreaties his life was + spared. But the impression which the circumstances made upon the minds of + the inhabitants was deep and lasting; and there was a day to come when all + these insults were to be remembered and avenged. If I advert to the + occurrence here, it is because I have but too good reason to bear memory + of it, influencing, as it did, my own future fortunes. + </p> + <p> + It chanced that one evening, when sitting in a café with some of my + brother officers, the subject of the Prince de Hatzfeld's offence was + mooted; and in the unguarded freedom with which one talks to his comrades, + I expressed myself delighted at the clemency of the Emperor, and conceived + that he could have no part in the breach of confidence which led to the + accusation, nor countenance in any way his prosecution. My companions, who + had little sympathy for Prussians, and none for aristocracy whatever, took + a different view of the matter, and scrupled not to regret that the + sentence of the court-martial had not been executed. The discussion grew + warm between us; the more, as I was alone in my opinion, and assailed by + several who overbore me with loud speaking. Once or twice, too, an obscure + taunt was thrown out against aliens and foreigners, who, it was alleged, + never could at heart forgive the ascendency of France and Frenchmen. + </p> + <p> + To this I replied hotly, for while not taking to myself an insult which my + conduct in the service palpably refuted, I was hurt and offended. Alas! I + knew too well in my heart what sacrifices I had made in changing my + country; how I had bartered all the hopes which attach to one's fatherland + for a career of mere selfish ambition. Long since had I seen that the + cause I fought in was not that of liberty, but despotism. Napoleon's glory + was the dazzling light which blinded my true vision; and my following had + something of infatuation, against which reason was powerless. I say that I + answered these taunts with hasty temper; and carried away by a momentary + excitement, I told them, that they it was, not I, who would detract from + the fair renown of the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “The traits you would attribute to him,” said I, “are not those of + strength, but weakness. Is it the conqueror of Egypt, of Austria, and now + of Prussia, who need stoop to this? We cannot be judges of his policy, or + the great events which agitate Europe. We would pronounce most ignorantly + on the greatness of his plans regarding the destinies of nations; but, on + a mere question of high and honorable feeling, of manly honesty, why + should we not speak? And here I say this act was never his.” + </p> + <p> + A smile of sardonic meaning was the only reply this speech met with; and + one by one the officers rose and dropped off, leaving me to ponder over + the discussion, in which I now remembered I had been betrayed into a + warmth beyond discretion. + </p> + <p> + This took place early in November; and as it was not referred to in any + way afterwards by my comrades, I soon forgot it. My duties occupied me + from morning till night; for General d'Auvergne, being in attendance on + the Emperor, had handed me over for the time to the department of the + adjutant-general of the army, where my knowledge of German was found + useful. + </p> + <p> + On the 17th of the month a general order was issued, containing the names + of the various officers selected for promotion, as well as of those on + whom the cross of the “Legion” was to be conferred. Need I say with what a + thrill of exultation I read my own name among the latter, nor my delight + at finding it followed by the words, “By order of his Majesty the Emperor, + for a special service on the 13th October, 1806.” This was the night + before the battle; and now I saw that I had not been forgotten, as I + feared,—here was proof of the Emperor's remembrance of me. Perhaps + the delay was intended to test my prudence as to secrecy; and perhaps it + was deemed fitting that my name should not appear except in the general + list: in any case, the long-wished reward was mine,—the proud + distinction I had desired for so many a day and night. + </p> + <p> + The distribution of the “cordons” was always made the occasion of a grand + military spectacle, and the Emperor determined that the present one should + convey a powerful impression of the effective strength of his army, as + well as of its perfect equipment; and accordingly orders were despatched + to the different generals of division within twelve or fifteen leagues of + Berlin, to march their corps to the capital. The 28th of November was the + day fixed for this grand display, and all was bustle and preparation for + the event. + </p> + <p> + On the morning of the 22d, I received an official note from the bureau of + the adjutant-general desiring me to wait on him before noon that same day. + Concluding it referred to my promised promotion to the “Legion,” it was + with somewhat of a fluttered and excited feeling I found myself, at some + few minutes after eleven o'clock, in the antechamber, which already was + crowded with officers, some seeking, some summoned to an interview. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of the buzz of conversation, which, despite the reserve of + the place, still prevailed, I heard my name called, and followed an + aide-de-camp along a passage into a large room, which opened into a + smaller apartment, where, standing with his back to the fire, I perceived + Marshal Berthier, his only companion being an officer in a staff uniform, + busily engaged writing at a table. + </p> + <p> + “You are Captain Burke, of the Eighth Hussars, I believe, sir?” said the + marshal, reading slowly from a slip of paper he held twisted round one + finger. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “By birth an Irishman,” continued the marshal; “entered at the + Polytechnique in August, 1801. Am I correct?” I bowed. “Subsequently + accused of being concerned in the conspiracy of Georges and Pichegru,” + resumed he, as he raised his eyes slightly from the paper, and fixed them + searchingly upon me. + </p> + <p> + “Falsely so, sir,” was my only reply. + </p> + <p> + “You were acquitted,—that's enough: a reprimand for imprudence, and + a slight punishment of arrest, was all. Since that time, you have + conducted yourself, as the report of your commanding officer attests, with + zeal and steadiness.” + </p> + <p> + He paused here, and seemed as if he expected me to say something; but as I + thought the whole a most strange commencement to the ceremony of investing + me with a cross of the Legion, I remained silent. + </p> + <p> + “At Paris, when attached to the <i>élite</i>, you appear to have visited + the Duchess of Montserrat, and frequented her soirées.” + </p> + <p> + “Once, sir; but once I was in the house of the duchess. My visit could + scarcely have occupied as many minutes as I have spent here this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Dined occasionally at the 'Moisson d'Or,” continued the marshal, not + noticing in any way my reply. “Well, as I believe you are now aware that + there are no secrets with his Majesty's Government, perhaps you will + inform me what are your relations with the Chevalier Duchesne?” + </p> + <p> + For some minutes previous my mind was dwelling on that personage; and I + answered the question in a few words, by stating the origin of our + acquaintance, and briefly adverting to its course. + </p> + <p> + “You correspond with the chevalier?” said he, interrupting. + </p> + <p> + “I have never done so; nor is it likely, from the manner in which we + parted last, that I ever shall.” + </p> + <p> + “This scarcely confirms that impression, sir,” said the marshal, taking an + open letter from the table and holding it up before me. “You know his + handwriting; is that it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I have no doubt it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, that letter belongs to you; you may take and read it. There is + enough there, sir, to make your conduct the matter of a court-martial; but + I am satisfied that a warning will be sufficient. Let this be such then. + Learn, sir, that the plottings of a poor and mischievous party harmonize + ill with the duties of a brave soldier; and that a captain of the Guards + might choose more suitable associates than the dupes and double-dealers of + the Faubourg St. Germain. There is your brevet to the 'Legion,' signed by + the Emperor. I shall return it to his Majesty; mayhap at some future + period your conduct may merit differently. I need hardly say that a + gentleman so very little particular in the choice of his friends would be + a most misplaced subject for the honor of the 'Legion.'” + </p> + <p> + He waved his hand in sign for me to withdraw, and overwhelmed with + confusion, I bowed and left the room. Nor was it till the door closed + behind me that I felt how cruelly and unjustly I had been treated; then + suddenly the blood rushed to my face and temples, my head seemed as if it + would burst at either side, and forgetting every circumstance of place and + condition, I seized the handle of the door and wrenched it open. + </p> + <p> + “Marshal,” said I, with the fearlessness of one resolved at any risk to + vindicate his character, “I know nothing of this letter; I have not read + one line of it. I have no further intimacy with the writer than an officer + has with his comrade; but if I am to be the subject of espionage to the + police,—if my chance acquaintances in the world are to be matter of + charges against my fealty and honor,—if I, who have nothing but my + sword and my epaulette—” + </p> + <p> + When I had got thus far I saw the marshal's face turn deadly pale, while + the officer at the table made a hurried sign to me with his finger to be + silent. The door closed nearly at the same instant, and I turned my head + round, and there stood the Emperor. The figure is still before me; he was + standing still, his hands behind his back, and his low chapeau deeply + pressed upon his brows. His gray frock was open, and looked as if + disordered from haste. + </p> + <p> + “What is this?” said he, in that hissing tone he always assumed when in + moments of passion,—“what is this? Are we in the bureau of a + minister? or is it the <i>salle de police?</i> Who are you, sir?” + </p> + <p> + It was not until the question had been repeated that I found courage to + reply. But he waited not for my answer, as, snatching the open letter from + my fingers, he resumed,— + </p> + <p> + “It is not thus, sir, you should come here. Your petition or memorial— + Ha! <i>parbleu!</i> what is this?” + </p> + <p> + At the instant his eyes fell upon the writing, and as suddenly his face + grew almost livid. With the rapidity of lightning he seemed to peruse the + lines. Then waving his hand, he motioned towards the door, and muttered,—“Wait + without!” + </p> + <p> + Like one awaking from a dreadful dream, I stood, endeavoring to recall my + faculties, and assure myself how much there might be of reality in my + wandering fancies, when I perceived that a portion of the letter remained + between my fingers as the Emperor snatched it from my hand. + </p> + <p> + A half-finished sentence was all I could make out; but its tone made me + tremble for what the rest of the epistle might contain:— + </p> + <p> + “Surpassed themselves, of course, my dear Burke; and so has the Emperor + too. It remained for the campaign in Prussia to prove that one hundred and + eighty-five thousand prisoners can be taken from an army numbering one + hundred and fifty-four thousand men. As to Davoust, who really had all the + fighting, though he wrote no bulletin, all Paris feels—” + </p> + <p> + Such was the morsel I had saved; such a specimen of the insolence of the + entire. + </p> + <p> + The dreadful fact then broke suddenly upon me that this letter had been + written by Duchesne to effect my ruin; and as I stood stupefied with + terror, the door was suddenly opened, and the Emperor passed, out. His + eyes were turned on me as he went, and I shrank back from their expression + of withering anger. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Burke!” said a voice from within the room, for the door continued + open. + </p> + <p> + I entered slowly, but with a firm step. My mind was made up; and in the + force of a resolute determination, I found strength for whatever might + happen. + </p> + <p> + “It would appear, sir,” said the marshal, addressing me with a stern and + severe expression of features, “it would appear that you permit yourself + the widest liberty in canvassing the acts of his Majesty the Emperor; for + I find you here mentioned “—he took a paper from the table as he + spoke—“as declaiming, in a public café, on the subject of the Prince + de Hatzfeld, and expressing, in no measured terms, your disapproval of his + imprisonment.” + </p> + <p> + “All that I said upon the subject, sir, so far as I can recollect, was in + praise of the Emperor for clemency so well bestowed.” + </p> + <p> + “There was no high-flown sentiment on the breach of honorable confidence + effected in opening private letters?” said the marshal, sarcastically. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I do remember expressing myself strongly on that head.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not surprised, sir,” interrupted he, “at your indignation; your own + conscience must have prompted you on the occasion. When a gentleman has + such correspondents as the Chevalier Duchesne, he may well feel on a point + like this. But enough of this. I have his Majesty's orders regarding you, + which are as follows—” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, I beg you, sir, the liberty of interrupting you for one + moment. I am an alien, and therefore little versed in the habits and + usages of the land for whose service I have shed my blood; but I am sure a + marshal of France will not refuse a kindness to an officer of the army, + however humble his station. I merely ask the answer to one question.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” said the marshal, quickly. + </p> + <p> + “Am I, as an officer, at liberty to resign my grade, and quit the + service?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, <i>parbleu!</i>” said he, reddening, “yes, that you are.” + </p> + <p> + “Then here I do so,” rejoined I, drawing my sword from its scabbard. “The + career I can no longer follow honorably and independently, I shall follow + no more.” + </p> + <p> + “Your corps, sir?” said the marshal. + </p> + <p> + “The Eighth Hussars of the Guard.” + </p> + <p> + “Take a note of that, Gardanne. I shall spare you all unnecessary delay in + tendering a written resignation of your rank; I accept it now. You leave + Berlin in twenty-four hours.” + </p> + <p> + I bowed, and was silent. + </p> + <p> + “Your passport shall be made out for Paris; you shall receive it to-morrow + morning.” He motioned with his hand towards the door as he concluded, and + I left the room. + </p> + <p> + The moment I felt myself alone, the courage which had sustained me + throughout at once gave way, and I leaned against the wall, and covered my + face with my hands. Yes, I knew it in my heart,—the whole dream of + life was over; the path of glory was closed to me forever; all the hopes + on which, in sanguine hours, I used to feed my heart, were scattered. And + to the miseries of my exiled lot were now added the sorrows of an + unfriended, companionless existence. The thought that no career was open + to me came last; for at first I only remembered all I was leaving, not the + dark future before me. Yet, when I called to mind the injustice with which + I had been treated,—the system of espionage to which, as an alien + more particularly, I was exposed,—I felt I had done right, and that + to have remained in the service at such a sacrifice of my personal + independence would have been base and unworthy. + </p> + <p> + With a half-broken heart and faltering step I regained my quarters, where + again my grief burst forth with more violence than at first. Every object + about recalled to me the career I was leaving forever; and wherever my eye + rested, some emblem lay to open fresh stores of sorrow. The pistols I + carried at Elchingen, a gift from General d'Auvergne; an Austrian sabre I + had taken from its owner, still ornamented with a little knot of ribbon + Minette had fastened to the hilt,—hung above the chimney; and I + could scarce look on them without tears. On the table still lay open the + <i>ordre du jour</i> which named me to the Legion of Honor; and now the + humblest soldier that carried his musket in the ranks was my superior. Not + all the principle on which I founded my resolve was proof against this + first outburst of my sorrow. + </p> + <p> + The chivalrous ardor of a soldier's life had long supplied to me the place + of those appliances to happiness which other men possess. Each day I + followed it the path grew dearer to me. Every bold and daring feat, every + deed of enterprise or danger, seemed to bring me, in thought at least, + nearer to him whose greatness was my idolatry. And now, all this was to be + as a mere dream,—a thing which had been, and was to be no more. + </p> + <p> + While I revolved such sad reflections, a single knock came to my door. I + opened it, and saw a soldier of my own regiment. His dress was + travel-stained and splashed, and he looked like one off a long journey. He + knew me at once, and accosted me by name, as he presented a letter from + General d'Auvergne. + </p> + <p> + “You've had a smart ride,” said I, as I surveyed his flushed face and + disordered uniform. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Captain,—from the Oder. Our division is full twelve leagues + from this. I left on yesterday morning; for the general was particular + that the charger should not suffer on the way,—as if a beast like + that would mind double the distance.” + </p> + <p> + By this time I had opened the letter, which merely contained the following + few lines:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Encampment on the Oder, Nov. 21, 1806. + + My dear Burke,—Every new arrival here has brought me some + fresh intelligence of you, and of your conduct at Jena; nor + can I say with what pride I have heard that the Emperor has + included you among the list of the <i>décorés</i>. This is the + day I often prophesied for you, and the true and only + refutation against the calumnies of the false-hearted and + the envious. I send you a Polish charger for your gala + review. Accept him from me; and believe that you have no + warmer friend, nor more affectionate, than yours, + + D'Auvergne, Lieut-General. +</pre> + <p> + Before I had finished reading the letter, my eyes grew so dimmed I could + scarcely trace the letters. Each word of kindness, every token of praise, + now cut me to the heart. How agonizing are the congratulations of friends + on those events in life where our own conscience bears reproach against + us! how poignant the self-accusation that is elicited by undeserved + eulogy! How would <i>he</i> think of my conduct? By what means should I + convince <i>him</i> that no alternative remained to me? I turned away, + lest the honest soldier should witness my trouble; and as I approached the + window, I beheld in the courtyard beneath the beautiful charger which, + with the full trappings of a hussar saddle, stood proudly flapping his + deep flanks with his long silken tail. With what a thrill I surveyed him! + How my heart leaped, as I fancied myself borne along on the full tide of + battle, each plunge he gave responsive to the stroke of my sword-arm! For + an instant I forgot all that had happened, and gazed on his magnificent + crest and splendid shape with an ecstasy of delight. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said the dragoon, whose eyes were riveted in the same quarter, + “there's not a marshal of France so well mounted; and he knows the + trumpet-call like the oldest soldier of the troop.” + </p> + <p> + “You will return to-morrow,” said I, recovering myself suddenly, and + endeavoring to appear composed and at ease. “Well, then, to-night I shall + give you an answer for the general; be here at eight o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + I saw that my troubled air and broken voice had not escaped the soldier's + notice, and was glad when the door closed, and I was again alone. + </p> + <p> + My first care was to write to the general; nor was it till after many + efforts I succeeded to my satisfaction in conveying, in a few and simple + words, the reasons of that step which must imbitter my future life. I + explained how deeply continued mistrust had wounded me; how my spirit, as + a soldier and a gentleman, revolted at the espionage established over my + actions; that it was in weighing these insults against the wreck of all my + hopes, I had chosen that path which had neither fame nor rank nor honor, + but still left me an untrammelled spirit and a mind at peace with itself. + “I have now,” said I, “to begin the world anew, without one clew to guide + me. Every illusion with which I had invested life has left me; I must + choose both a career and a country, and bear with me from this nothing but + the heartfelt gratitude I shall ever retain for one who befriended me + through weal and woe, and whose memory I shall bless while I live.” + </p> + <p> + I felt relieved and more at ease when I finished this letter; the endeavor + to set my conduct in its true light to another had also its effect upon my + own convictions. I knew, besides, that I had sacrificed to my + determination all my worldly prospects, and believed that where + self-interest warred with principle, the right course could scarcely be + doubtful. + </p> + <p> + All this time, not one thought ever occurred to me of how I was to meet + the future. It was strange; but so perfectly had the present crisis filled + my mind, there was not room for even a glance at what was to come. + </p> + <p> + My passport was made out for Paris, and thither I must go. So much was + decided for me without intervention on my part; and now it only remained + for me to dispose of the little trappings of my former estate, and take + the road. + </p> + <p> + The Jews who always accompanied the army, offered a speedy resource in + this emergency. My anxiety to leave Berlin by daybreak, and thus avoid a + meeting of any acquaintances there, made me accept of the sums they + offered. To them such negotiations were of daily occurrence, and they well + knew how to profit by them. My whole worldly wealth consisted of two + hundred napoleons; and with this small pittance to begin life, I sat + myself down to think whither I should turn, or what course adopt. + </p> + <p> + The night passed over thus, and when day dawned, I had not closed my eyes. + About four o'clock the diligence in which I had secured a place for Weimar + drew up at my door. I hurried down, and mounting to a seat beside the <i>conducteur</i>, + I buried my face in the folds of my cloak, nor dared to look up until we + had passed beyond the precincts of the city, and were travelling along on + the vast plain of sand which surrounds Berlin. + </p> + <p> + The <i>conducteur</i> was a Prussian, and divining my military capacity in + my appearance, he maintained a cold and distant civility; never speaking, + except when spoken to, and even then in as few words as possible. This was + itself a relief to me; my heart was too full of its own sufferings to find + pleasure in conversation, and I dreamed away the hours till nightfall. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. A FOREST PATH. + </h2> + <p> + When I reached Wiemar I quitted the diligence, resolved to make the + remainder of the journey on foot; for thus I should both economize the + little means I possessed, and escape many of the questionings and + inquiries to which as a traveller by public conveyance I was exposed. + Knapsack on shoulder, then, and staff in hand, I plodded onward, and + although frequently coming up with others on their way homeward, I avoided + all companionship with those whom I could no longer think of as comrades. + </p> + <p> + The two tides of population which met upon that great highway told the + whole history of war. Here came the young soldiers, fresh enrolled in the + conscription, glowing with ardor, and bounding with life and buoyancy, and + mingling their village songs with warlike chants. There, footsore and + weary, with tattered uniform and weather-beaten look, toiled along the + tired veteran, turning as he went a glance of compassionate contempt on + those whose wild <i>vivas</i> burst forth in greeting. As for me, I could + neither partake of the high hopes of the one, nor sympathize with the + war-worn nature of the other. Disappointment, bitter disappointment, in + every cherished expectation, had thrown a chill over me, and I wanted even + the energy to become reckless. In this state, I did not dare to face the + future, but in moody despondency reflected on the past. Was this the + destiny Marie de Meudon predicted for me? was the ever-present thought of + my mind. Is it thus I should appear before her? + </p> + <p> + A hundred times came the thought to join the new levies as a soldier, to + carry a musket in the ranks. But then came back in all its force the + memory of the distrust and suspicion my services had met with: the + conviction hourly became clearer to me, that I fought not for liberty, but + despotism; that it was not freedom, but slavery, in whose cause I shed my + blood. + </p> + <p> + To avoid meeting with the detachments which each day occupied the road, I + turned from the <i>chaussée</i> on passing Eisenach, and took a forest + path that led through Murbach to Fulda. My path led through the Creutz + Mountains,—a wild and unfrequented tract of country, where few + cottages were to be seen, and scarcely a village existed. Vast forests of + dark pines, or bleak and barren mountains, stretched away on either side; + a few patches of miserable tillage here and there met the view; but the + scene was one of saddening influence, and harmonized but too nearly with + my own despondency. + </p> + <p> + To reach a place of shelter for the night, I was more than once obliged to + walk twelve leagues during the day, and had thus to set out before + daylight. This exertion, however, brought its own reward: the stimulant of + labor, the necessity of a task, gradually allayed the mental irritation I + suffered under; a healthier and more manly tone of thinking succeeded to + my former regrets; and with a heart elevated, if not cheered, I continued + my way. + </p> + <p> + The third day of my toilsome journey was drawing to a close. A mass of + heavy and lowering clouds, dark and thunder-charged, slowly moved along + the sky; and a low, moaning sound, that seemed to sigh along the ground, + boded the approach of a storm. I was still three leagues from my + halting-place, and began to deliberate within myself whether the dense + pine-wood, which came down to the side of the road, might not afford a + safer refuge from the hurricane than the chances of reaching a house + before it broke forth. + </p> + <p> + The shepherds who frequented these dreary tracts often erected little huts + of bark as a shelter against the cold and severity of the wintry days, and + to find out one of these now was my great endeavor. Scarcely had I formed + the resolve, when I perceived a small path opening into the wood, at the + entrance to which a piece of board nailed against the trunk of a tree, + gave tidings that such a place of security was not far distant. These + signs of forest life I had learned in my wanderings, and now strode + forward with renewed vigor. + </p> + <p> + The path led gradually upwards, along the mountain-side, which soon became + so encumbered with brushwood that I had much difficulty in pushing my way, + and at last began to doubt whether I might not have wandered from the + track. The darkness was now complete; night had fallen, and a heavy + crashing rain poured down upon the tree-tops, but could not penetrate + through their tangled shelter. The wind, too, swept in loud gusts above, + and the long threatened storm began. A loud, deafening roar, like that of + the sea itself, arose, as the leafy branches bent before the blast, or + snapped with sudden shock beneath the hurricane; clap after clap of + thunder resounded, and then the rain descended in torrents,—the + heavy drops at last, trickling from leaf to leaf, reaching me as I stood. + Once more I pushed forward, and had not gone many paces when the red glare + of a fire caught my eye. Steadfastly fastening my gaze upon the flame, I + hurried on, and at length perceived with ecstasy that the light issued + from the window of a small hovel, such as I have already mentioned. To + gain the entrance of the hut I was obliged to pass the window, and could + not resist the temptation to give a glance at the interior, whose cheerful + blaze betokened habitation. + </p> + <p> + It was not without surprise that, instead of the figure of a shepherd + reposing beside his fire, I beheld that of an old man, whose dress bespoke + the priest, kneeling in deep devotion at the foot of a small crucifix + attached to the wall. Not all the wild sounds of the raging storm seemed + to turn his attention from the object of his worship; his eyes were + closed, but the head thrown backwards showed his face upturned, when the + lips moved rapidly in prayer. Never had I beheld so perfect a picture of + intense devotional feeling; every line in his marked countenance indicated + the tension of a mind filled with one engrossing thought, while his + tremulous hands, clasped before him, shook with the tremor of strong + emotion. + </p> + <p> + What a contrast to the loud warring of the elements, that peaceful figure, + raised above earth and its troubles, in the spirit of his holy communing! + how deeply touching the calm serenity of his holy brow, with the rolling + crash of falling branches, and the deep baying of the storm! I did not + dare to interrupt him; and when I did approach the door it was with silent + step and noiseless gesture. As I stood, the old priest—for now I saw + that he was such—concluded his prayer, and detaching his crucifix + from the wall, he kissed it reverently, and placed it in his bosom; then, + rising slowly from his knees, he turned towards me. A slight start of + surprise, as quickly followed by a smile of kindly greeting, escaped him, + while he said in French,— + </p> + <p> + “You are welcome, my son; come in and share with me the shelter, for it is + a wild night.” + </p> + <p> + “A wild night, indeed, Father,” said I, casting my eyes around the little + hut, where nothing indicated the appearance of habitation. “I could have + wished you a better home than this against the storms of winter.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a traveller like yourself,” said he, smiling at my mistake; “and a + countryman, too, if I mistake not.” + </p> + <p> + The accents in which these words were spoken pronounced him a Frenchman, + and a very little sufficed to ratify the terms of our companionship; and + having thrown a fresh billet on the fire, we both seated ourselves before + it My wallet was, fortunately, better stored than the good father's; and + having produced its contents, we supped cheerfully, and like men who were + not eating their first bivouac meal. + </p> + <p> + “I perceive, Father,” said I, as I remarked the manner in which he + disposed his viands, “I perceive you have campaigned ere now; the habits + of the service are not easily mistaken.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not need that observation of yours,” replied he, laughing slightly, + “to convince me you were a soldier; for, as you truly say, the camp leaves + its indelible traces behind it. You are hastening on to Berlin, I + suppose?” + </p> + <p> + I blushed deeply at the question; the shame of my changed condition had + been hitherto confined to my own heart, but now it was to be confessed + before a stranger. + </p> + <p> + “I ask your pardon, my son, for a question I had no right to ask; and even + there, again, I but showed my soldier education. I am returning to France; + and in seeking a short path from Eisenach, found myself where you see; as + night was falling, well content to be so well lodged,—all the more, + if I am to have your companionship.” + </p> + <p> + Few and simple as these words were, there was a tone of frankness in them, + not less than the evidence of a certain good breeding, by which he + apologized for his own curiosity in speaking thus freely of himself, that + satisfied me at once; and I hastened to inform him that circumstances had + induced me to leave the service, in which I had been a captain, and that I + was now, like himself, returning to France. + </p> + <p> + “You must not think, Father,” added I, with some eagerness, “you must not + think that other reasons than my own free will have made me cease to be a + soldier.” + </p> + <p> + “It would ill become me to have borne such a suspicion,” interrupted he, + quickly. “When one so young and full of life as you are leaves the path + where lie honor and rank and fame, he must have cause to make the + sacrifice; for I can scarce think, that at your age, these things seem + nought to your eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, Father, they are not so. They have been my guiding stars + for many a day; alas, that they can be such no longer!” + </p> + <p> + “There are higher hopes to cherish than these,” said he, solemnly,—“higher + than the loftiest longings of ambition; but we all of us cling to the + things of life, till in their perishable nature they wean us off with + disappointment and sorrow. From such a trial am I now suffering,” added + he, in a low voice, while the tears rose to his eyes and slowly coursed + along his pale cheeks. + </p> + <p> + There was a pause neither of us felt inclined to break, when at length the + priest said,— + </p> + <p> + “What was your corps in the service?” + </p> + <p> + “The Eighth Hussars of the Guard,” said I, trembling at every word. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, <i>he</i> was in the Guides,” repeated he, mournfully, to himself; + “you knew the regiment?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, they belonged to the Guard also; they wore no epaulettes, but a + small gold arrow on the collar.” + </p> + <p> + “Like this,” said he, unfastening the breast of his cassock, and taking + out a small package, which, among other things, contained the designation + of the <i>Corps des Guides</i> in an arrow of gold embroidery. “Had he not + beautiful hair, long and silky as a girl's?” said he, as he produced a + lock of light and sunny brown. “Poor Alphonse! thou wouldst have been + twenty hadst thou lived till yesterday. If I shed tears, young man, it is + because I have lost the great earthly solace of my solitary life. Others + have kindred and friends, have happy homes, which, even when bereavements + come, with time will heal up the wound; I had but him!” + </p> + <p> + “He was your nephew, perhaps?” said I, half fearing to interfere with his + sorrow. + </p> + <p> + The old man shook his head in token of dissent, while he muttered to + himself,— + </p> + <p> + “Auerstadt may be a proud memory to some; to me it is a word of sorrow and + mourning. The story is but a short one; alas! it has but one color + throughout:— + </p> + <p> + “Count Louis de Meringues—of whom you have doubtless heard that he + rode as postilion to the carriage of his sovereign in the celebrated + flight to Varennes—fell by the guillotine the week after the king's + trial; the countess was executed on the same scaffold as her husband. I + was the priest who accompanied her at the moment; and in my arms she + placed her only child,—an infant boy of two years. There was a cry + among the crowd to have the child executed also, and many called out that + the spawn would be a serpent one day, and it were better to crush it while + it was time; but the little fellow was so handsome, and looked so + winningly around him on the armed ranks and the glancing weapons, that + even <i>their</i> cruel hearts relented, and he was spared. It is to me + like yesterday, as I remember every minute circumstance; I can recall even + the very faces of that troubled and excited assemblage, that at one moment + screamed aloud for blood, and at the next were convulsed with savage + laughter. + </p> + <p> + “As I forced my way through the dense array, a rude arm was stretched out + from the mass, and a finger dripping with the gore of the scaffold was + drawn across the boy's face, while a ruffian voice exclaimed, 'The + Meringues were ever proud of their blood; let us see if it be redder than + other people's.' The child laughed; and the mob, with horrid mockery, + laughed too. + </p> + <p> + “I took him home with me to my <i>presbytère</i> at Sèvres,—for that + was my parish,—and we lived together in peace until the terrible + decree was issued which proclaimed all France atheist. Then we wandered + southwards, towards that good land which, through every vicissitude, was + true to its faith and its king,—La Vendée. At Lyons we were met by a + party of the revolutionary soldiers, who, with a commissary of the + Government, were engaged in raising young men for the conscription. + Alphonse, who was twelve years old, felt all a boy's enthusiasm at the + warlike display before him, and persuaded me to follow the crowd into the + <i>Place des Terreaux</i>, where the numbers were read out. + </p> + <p> + “'Paul Ducos,' cried a voice aloud, as we approached the stage on which + the commissary and his staff were standing; 'where is this Paul Ducos?' + </p> + <p> + “'I am here,' replied a fine, frank-looking youth, of some fifteen years; + 'but my father is blind, and I cannot leave him.' + </p> + <p> + “'We shall soon see that,' called out the commissary. 'Clerk, read out his + <i>signalement</i>.' + </p> + <p> + “'Paul Ducos, son of Eugène Ducos, formerly calling himself Count Ducos de + la Brèche—' + </p> + <p> + “'Down with the Royalists! <i>à bas</i> the tyrants!' screamed the mob, + not suffering the remainder to be heard. + </p> + <p> + “'Approach, Paul Ducos!' said the commissary. + </p> + <p> + “'Wait here, Father,' whispered the youth; 'I will come back presently.' + </p> + <p> + “But the old man, a fine and venerable figure, the remnant of a noble + race, held him fast, and, as his lips trembled, said, 'Do not leave me, + Paul; my child, my comforter, stay near me.' + </p> + <p> + “The boy looked round him for one face of kindly pity in this emergency, + when, turning towards me, he said rapidly, 'Stand near him!' He broke from + the old man's embrace, and rushing through the crowd, mounted the + scaffold. + </p> + <p> + “'You are drawn for the conscription, young man,' said the commissary; + 'but in consideration of your father's infirmity, a substitute will be + accepted. Have you such?' + </p> + <p> + “The boy shook his head mournfully and in silence. + </p> + <p> + “'Have you any friend who would assist you here? Bethink you awhile,' + rejoined the commissary, who, for his station and duties, was a kind and + benevolent man. + </p> + <p> + “'I have none. They have left us nothing, neither home nor friends,' said + the youth, bitterly; 'and if it were not for his sake, I care not what + they do with me.' + </p> + <p> + “'Down with the tyrants!' yelled the mob, as they heard these haughty + words. + </p> + <p> + “'Then your fate is decreed,' resumed the commissary. + </p> + <p> + “'No, not yet!' cried out Alphonse, as, breaking from my side, he gained + the steps and mounted the platform; 'I will be his substitute!' + </p> + <p> + “Oh! how shall I tell the bitter anguish of that moment, which at once + dispelled the last remaining hope I cherished, and left me destitute + forever. As I dashed the tears from my eyes and looked up, the two boys + were locked in each other's arms. It was a sight to have melted any heart, + save those around them; but bloodshed and crime had choked up every avenue + of feeling, and left them, not men, but tigers. + </p> + <p> + “'Alphonse de Meringues,' cried out the boy, in answer to a question + regarding his name. + </p> + <p> + “There is no such designation in France,' said a grim-looking, + hard-featured man, who, wearing the tri-colored scarf, sat at the table + beside the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “'I was never called by any other,' rejoined the youth, proudly. + </p> + <p> + “'Citizen Meringues,' interposed the commissary, mildly, 'what is your + age?' + </p> + <p> + “'I know not the years,' replied he; 'but I have heard that I was but an + infant when they slew my father.' + </p> + <p> + “A fierce roar of passion broke from the mob below the scaffold as they + heard this; and again the cry broke forth, 'Down with the tyrants!' + </p> + <p> + “'Art thou, then, the son of that base sycophant who rode courier to the + Capet to Varennes?' said the hard-featured man at the table. + </p> + <p> + “'Of the truest gentleman of France,' called out a loud voice from below + the platform; 'Vive le roi!' It was the blind man who spoke, and waved his + cap above his head. + </p> + <p> + “'To the guillotine! to the guillotine!' screamed a hundred voices, in + tones wilde than the cries of famished wolves, as, seizing the aged man, + they tore his clothes to very rags. + </p> + <p> + “In an instant all attention was turned from the platform to the scene + below it, where, with shouts and screams of fury, the terrible mob yelled + aloud for blood. In vain the guards endeavored to keep back the people, + who twice rescued their victim from the hands of the soldiery; and already + a confused murmur arose that the commissary himself was a traitor to the + public, and favored the tyrants, when a dull, clanking sound rose above + the tumult, and a cheer of triumph proclaimed the approach of the + instrument of torture. + </p> + <p> + “In their impetuous torrent of vengeance they had dragged the guillotine + from the distant end of the 'Place,' where it usually stood; and there now + still knelt the figure of a condemned man, lashed with his arms behind + him, on the platform, awaiting the moment of his doom. Oh, that terrible + face, whereon death had already set its seal! With glazed, lack-lustre + eye, and cheek leaden and quivering, he gazed around on the fiendish + countenances like one awakening from a dream, his lips parted as though to + speak; but no sound came forth. + </p> + <p> + “'Place! place for Monsieur le Marquis!' shouted a ruffian, as he assisted + to raise the figure of the blind man up the steps; and a ribald yell of + fiendish laughter followed the brutal jest. + </p> + <p> + “'Thou art to make thy journey in most noble company,' said another to the + culprit on the platform. + </p> + <p> + “'An he see not his way in the next world better than in this, thou must + lend him a hand, friend,' said a third. And with many a ruffian joke they + taunted their victims, who stood on the last threshold of life. + </p> + <p> + “Among the crowd upon the scaffold of the guillotine I could see the + figure of the blind man as it leaned and fell on either side, as the + movement of the mob bore it. + </p> + <p> + “'<i>Parbleu!</i> these Royalists would rather kneel than stand,” said a + voice, as they in vain essayed to make the old man place his feet under + him; and ere the laughter which this rude jest excited ceased, a cry broke + forth of—'He is dead! he is dead!' And with a heavy sumph, the body + fell from their hands; for when their power of cruelty ended, they cared + not for the corpse. + </p> + <p> + “It was true: life was extinct, none knew how,—whether from the + violence of the mob in its first outbreak, or that a long-suffering heart + had burst at last; but the chord was snapped, and he whose proud soul + lately defied the countless thousands around, now slept with the dead. + </p> + <p> + “In a few seconds it seemed as though they felt that a power stronger than + their own had interposed between them and their vengeance, and they stood + almost aghast before the corpse, where no trace of blood proclaimed it to + be their own; then, rallying from this stupor, with one voice they + demanded that the son should atone for the crimes of the father. + </p> + <p> + “'I am ready,' cried the youth, in a voice above the tumult. 'I did not + deem I could be grateful to ye for aught, but I am for this.' + </p> + <p> + “To no purpose did the commissary propose a delay in the sentence; he was + unsupported by his colleagues. The passions of the mob rose higher and + higher; the thirst for blood, unslaked, became intense and maddening; and + they danced in frantic glee around the guillotine, while they chanted one + of the demoniac songs of the scaffold. + </p> + <p> + “In this moment, when the torrent ran in one direction, Alphonse might + have escaped all notice, but that the condemned youth turned to embrace + him once more before he descended from the people. + </p> + <p> + “'They are so sorry to separate, it is a shame to part them,' cried a + ruffian in the crowd. + </p> + <p> + “'You forget, Citizen, that this boy is his substitute,' said the + commissary, mildly; 'the Republic most not be cheated of its defenders.' + </p> + <p> + “'Vive la République!' cried the soldiers; and the cry was re-echoed by + thousands, while amid their cheers there rose the last faint sigh of an + expiring victim. + </p> + <p> + “The scene was over; the crowd dispersed; and the soldiers marched back to + quarters, accompanied by some hundred conscripts, among whom was Alphonse,—a + vague, troubled expression betokening that he scarce knew what had + happened around him. + </p> + <p> + “The regiment to which he was appointed was at Toulon, and there I + followed him. They were ordered to the north of Italy soon after, and + thence to Egypt. Through the battlefields of Mount Tabor and the Pyramids + I was ever beside him; on the heights of Austerlitz I stanched his wounds; + and I laid him beneath the earth on the field of Auerstadt.” + </p> + <p> + The old man's voice trembled and became feeble as he finished speaking, + and a settled expression of grief clothed his features, which were pale as + death. + </p> + <p> + “I must see Sèvres once more,” said he, after a pause. “I must look on the + old houses of the village, and the little gardens, and the venerable + church; they will be the only things to greet me there now, but I must + gaze on them ere I close my eyes to this world and its cares.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Father,” said I; “to one who has acted so noble a part as + yours, life is never without its own means of happiness.” + </p> + <p> + “I spoke not of death,” replied he, mildly; “but the holy calm of a + convent will better suit my seared and worn heart than all that the world + calls its joys and pleasures. You, who are young and full of hope—” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! Father, speak not thus. One can better endure the lowering skies of + misfortune as the evening of life draws near than when the morn of + existence is breaking. To me, with youth and health, there is no future,—no + hope.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not hear you speak thus,” said the priest; “fatigue and weariness + are on you now. Wait until to-morrow,—we shall be fellow-travellers + together; and then, if you will reveal to me your story, mayhap my long + experience of the world may suggest comfort and consolation where you can + see neither.” + </p> + <p> + The storm by this time had abated much of its violence, and across the + moon the large clouds were wafted speedily, disclosing bright patches of + light at every moment. + </p> + <p> + “Such is our life here,” said the father,—“alternating with its days + of happiness and sorrow. Let us learn, in the dark hour of our destiny, to + bear the glare of our better fortunes; for, believe me, that when our joys + are greatest, so are our trials also.” + </p> + <p> + He ceased speaking, and I saw that soon afterwards his lips moved as if in + prayer. I now laid myself down in my cloak beside the fire, and was soon + buried in a sleep too sound even for a dream. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. A CHANCE MEETING. + </h2> + <p> + With the good priest of Sèvres I journeyed along towards the frontier of + France, ever selecting the least frequented paths, and such as were not + likely to be taken by the troops of soldiery which daily moved towards + Berlin. The frankness of my companion had made me soon at ease with him; + and I told him, without reserve, the story of my life, down to the + decisive moment of my leaving the army. + </p> + <p> + “You see, Father,” said I, “how completely my career has failed; how, with + all the ardor of a soldier, with all the devotion of a follower, I have + adhered to the Emperor's fortunes; and yet—” + </p> + <p> + “Your ambition, however great it was, could not stifle conscience. I can + believe it well. They who go forth to the wars with high hopes and + bounding hearts, who picture to their minds the glorious rewards of great + achievements, should blind their eyes to the horrors and injustice of the + cause they bleed for. Any sympathy with misfortune would sap the very + principle of that heroism whose essence is success. Men cannot play the + double game, even in matters of worldly ambition. Had you not listened to + the promptings of your heart, you had been greater; had you not followed + the dazzling glare of your hopes, you had been happier: both you could + scarcely be. Be assured of this, my son, the triumphs of a country can + only be enjoyed by the child of the soil; the brave soldier, who lends his + arm to the cause, feels he has little part in the glory.” + </p> + <p> + “True, indeed,—most true; I feel it.” + </p> + <p> + “And were it otherwise, how unsatisfying is the thirst for that same + glory! how endless the path that leads to it! how many regrets accompany + it! how many ties broken! how many friendships forfeited! No, no; return + to your own land,—to the country of your birth; some honorable + career will always present itself to him who seeks but independence and + the integrity of his own heart. Beneath the conquering eagles of the + Emperor there are men of every shade of political opinion; for the + conscription is pitiless. There are Royalists, who love their king and + hate the usurper; there are Jacobins, who worship freedom and detest the + tyrant; there are stern Republicans—Vendéens, and followers of + Moreau: but yet all are Frenchmen. 'La belle France' is the watchword that + speaks to every heart, and patriotism is the bond between thousands. <i>You</i> + have no share in this; the delusion of national glory can never throw its + deception around you. Return, then, to your country; and be assured, that + in <i>her</i> cause your least efforts will be more ennobling to yourself + than the boldest deeds the hand of a mercenary ever achieved.” + </p> + <p> + The inborn desire to revisit my native land needed but the counsels of the + priest to make it all-powerful; and as, day by day, I plodded onward, my + whole thoughts turned to the chances of my escape, and the means by which + I could accomplish my freedom; for the war still continued between France + and England, and the blockade of the French ports was strictly maintained + by a powerful fleet. The difficulty of the step only increased my desire + to effect it; and a hundred projects did I revolve in my mind, without + ever being able to fix on one where success seemed likely. The very + resolve, however, had cheered my spirits, and given new courage to my + heart; and an object suggested a hope,—and with a hope, life was no + longer burdensome. + </p> + <p> + Each morning now I set forward with a mind more at ease, and more open to + receive pleasure from the varied objects which met me as I went. Not so my + poor companion; the fatigue of the journey, added to great mental + suffering, began to prey upon his health, and brought back an ague he had + contracted in Egypt, from the effect of which his constitution had never + perfectly recovered. At first the malady showed itself only in great + depression of spirits, which made him silent for hours of the way. But + soon it grew worse; he walked with much difficulty, took but little + nourishment, and seemed impressed with a sad foreboding that the disease + must be fatal. + </p> + <p> + “I wanted to reach my village; my own quiet churchyard should have been my + resting-place,” said he, as he sank wearied and exhausted on a little bank + at the roadside. “But this was only a sick man's fancy. Poor Alphonse lies + far away in the dreary plain of Auerstadt.” + </p> + <p> + The sun was just setting of a clear day in December as we halted on a + little eminence, which commanded a distant view on every side. Behind lay + the dark forest of Germany, the tree-tops presenting their massive wavy + surface, over which the passing clouds threw momentary shadows; before, + but still some miles away, we could trace the Rhine, its bright silver + current sparkling in the sun; beyond lay the great plains of France, and + upon these the sick man's eyes rested with a steadfast gaze. + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” said he, after a long silence on both sides, “the fields and the + mountains, the sunshine and the shade, are like those of other lands; but + the feeling which attaches the heart to country is an inborn sense, and + the very word 'home' brings with it the whole history of our affections. + Even to look thus at his native country is a blessing to an exile's + heart.” + </p> + <p> + I scarcely dared to interrupt the reverie which succeeded these few words; + but when I perceived that he still remained seated, his head between his + hands and lost in meditation, I ventured to remind him that we were still + above a league from Heimbach, the little village where we should pass the + night, and that on a road so wild and unfrequented there was little hope + of finding shelter any nearer. + </p> + <p> + “You must lean on me, Father; the night air is fresh and bracing, and + after a little it will revive you.” + </p> + <p> + The old man rose without speaking, and taking my arm, began the descent of + the mountain. His steps, however, were tottering and uncertain, his + breathing hurried and difficult, and his carriage indicated the very + greatest debility. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot do it, my son,” said he, sinking upon the grassy bench which + skirted the way; “you must leave me. It matters little now where this + frail body rests; a few hours more, and the rank grass will wave above it + and the rain beat over it unfelt. Let us part here: an old man's blessing + for all your kindness will follow you through life, and may cheer you to + think on hereafter.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you then suppose I could leave you thus?” said I, reproachfully. “Is + it so you think of me?” + </p> + <p> + “My minutes are few now, my child,” replied he, more solemnly, “and I + would pass the last moments of my life alone. Well, then, if you will not,—leave + me now for a little, and return to me; by that time my mind will be + calmer, and mayhap, too, my strength greater, and I may be able to + accompany you to the village.” + </p> + <p> + I acceded to this proposal the more willingly, because it afforded me the + hope of finding some means to convey him to Heimbach; and so, having + wrapped him carefully in my cloak, I hastened down the mountain at the top + of my speed. + </p> + <p> + The zigzag path by which I went discovered to me from time to time the + lights of the little hamlet, which twinkled star-like in the valley; and + as I drew nearer, the confused hum of voices reached me. I listened, and + to my amazement heard the deep, hoarse bray of a trumpet. How well I knew + that sound! it was the night-call to gather in the stragglers. I stopped + to listen; and now, in the stillness, could mark the tramp of horsemen and + the clank of their equipments: again the trumpet sounded, and was answered + by another at some distance. The road lay straight below me at some + hundred yards off, and leaving the path, I dashed directly downwards just + as the leading horsemen of a small detachment came slowly up. To their + loud <i>Qui vive?</i> I answered by giving an account of the sick man, and + entreating the sergeant who commanded the party to lend assistance to + convey him to the village. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, <i>parbleu!</i> that we will,” said the honest soldier; “a priest + who has made the campaign of Egypt and Austria is worthy of all our care. + Where is he?” + </p> + <p> + “About a mile from this; but the road is not practicable for a horseman.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you shall have two of my men; they will soon bring him hither.” And + as he spoke, he ordered two troopers to dismount, who, quickly + disencumbering themselves of their sabres, prepared to follow me. + </p> + <p> + “We shall expect you at the bivouac,” cried the sergeant, as he resumed + his way; while I, eager to return, breasted the mountain with renewed + energy. + </p> + <p> + “You belong to the Guard, my friends,” said I, as I paused for breath at a + turn of the path. + </p> + <p> + “The Fourth Cuirassiers of the Guard,” replied the soldier I addressed; + “Milhaud's brigade.” + </p> + <p> + How my heart leaped as he said these words! They were part of the division + General d'Auvergne once commanded; it was the regiment of poor Pioche, + too, before the dreadful day of Austerlitz. + </p> + <p> + “You know the Fourth, then?” rejoined the man, as he witnessed the + agitation of my manner. + </p> + <p> + “Know the Fourth?” echoed his comrade, in a voice of half-indignant + meaning. “<i>Sacrebleu!</i>who does not know them? Does not all the world + know them by this time?” + </p> + <p> + “It is the Fourth who wear the motto 'Dix contre un' on their caps,” said + I, desirous to flatter the natural vanity of my companions. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Monsieur; I see you have served also.” + </p> + <p> + I answered by a nod, for already every word, every gesture, recalled to me + the career I had quitted; and my regrets, so late subdued by reason and + reflection, came thronging back, and filled ray heart to bursting. + </p> + <p> + Hurrying onward now, I mounted the steep path, and soon regained the spot + I sought. The poor father was sleeping; overcome by fatigue and weariness, + he had fallen on the mossy bank, and lay in a deep, soft slumber. Lifting + him gently, the strong troopers crossed their hands beneath, and bore him + along between them. For an instant he looked up; but seeing me at his + side, he merely pressed my hand, and closed his eyes again. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ma foi!</i>” said one of the dragoons, in a low voice, “I should not + be surprised if this were the Père Arsène, who served with the army in + Italy. We used to call him 'old Scapulaire'. He was the only priest I ever + saw in the van of a brigade. You knew him too, Auguste.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that I did,” replied the other soldier. “I saw him at Elkankah, + where one of ours was unhorsed by a Mameluke, spring forward, and seizing + a pistol at the holster, shoot the Turk through the head, and then kneel + down beside the dying man he was with before, and go on with his prayers. + <i>Ventrebleu!</i> that's what I call discipline.” + </p> + <p> + “Where was that, Comrade?” + </p> + <p> + “At Elkankah.” + </p> + <p> + “At Quoreyn, rather, my friend, two leagues to the southward,” whispered a + low voice. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Tonnerre de ciel!</i>” cried the two soldiers in a breath, “it is + himself;” for the words were spoken by the priest, who was no other than + the Père Arsène they spoke of. + </p> + <p> + The effort of speech and memory was, however, a mere passing one; for to + all their questions he was now deaf, and lay apparently unconscious + between them. On me, therefore, they turned their inquiries, but with + little more of success; and thus we descended the mountain, eager to reach + some place of succor for the good father. + </p> + <p> + As we approached the village, I was soon made aware of the objects of the + party who occupied it. The little street was crowded with cattle, + bullocks, and sheep, fast wedged up amid huge wagons of forage and carts + of corn; mounted dragoons urging on the jaded animals, regardless of the + angry menaces or the impatient appeals incessantly making by the + peasantry, who in great numbers had followed their stock from their farms. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0016" id="linkimage-0016"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page221.jpg" alt="Browneforagingparty221 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + The soldiers, who were detachments of different corps, were also + quarrelling among themselves for their share of the spoil; and these + altercations, in which more than once I saw a sabre flash, added to the + discord. It was, indeed, a scene of tumult and confusion almost + inconceivable. Here were a party of cuirassiers, carbine in hand, + protecting a drove of sheep; around which the country people were + standing, seemingly irresolute whether they should essay an attack,—a + movement often prompted by the other soldiers, who hoped in the <i>mêlée</i> + to seize a part of the prey. Many of the oxen were bestrode by hussars or + lancers, whose gay trappings formed a strange contrast with the beasts + they rode on; while more than one stately horseman held a sheep before him + on the saddle, for whose protection a cocked pistol seemed no ineffectual + guarantee. + </p> + <p> + The task of penetrating this dense and turbulent mob seemed to me almost + impossible, and I expressed my fears to the soldiers. But they replied + that there were too many <i>braves</i> of Egypt there not to remember the + Père Arsène; saying which, one of the soldiers, whispering a word to his + companion, laid the priest gently upon the ground, and then mounting + rapidly on a forage-cart, he shouted, in a voice heard above the din,— + </p> + <p> + “Comrades of the Fourth, we have found an old companion; the Père + Scapulaire is here. Place for the good father! place there!” + </p> + <p> + A hundred loud <i>vivas</i> welcomed this announcement; for the name was + well known to many who never had seen the priest, and cheer after cheer + for the <i>bon père</i> now rang through this motley assemblage. + </p> + <p> + To the wild confusion of a moment before the regularity of discipline at + once succeeded, and a lane was quickly formed for the soldiers to advance + with the priest between them, each horseman saluting as he passed as if to + his general on parade. + </p> + <p> + “To the Trauben,—the Trauben!” cried several voices, as we went + along; and this I learned was the little inn of the village, where the + non-commissioned officers in charge of the several parties were seated in + council to arrange the subdivision of the booty. + </p> + <p> + Had not a feeling stronger than mere personal consideration occupied me, I + would have now left the good priest among his old comrades, with whom he + was certain to meet kindness and protection. But I could not so readily + part with one whom, even in the few hours of our intercourse, I had + learned to like; and therefore, enduring as well as I was able the rugged + insubordination of a soldiery free from the restraint of discipline, I + followed on, and soon found myself at the door of the Trauben. + </p> + <p> + A dismounted dragoon, with drawn sword, guarded the entrance, around which + a group of angry peasants were gathered, loudly protesting against the + robbery of their flocks and farmyards. It was with great difficulty I + could persuade the sentry to suffer me to enter; and when I at last + succeeded, I found none willing to pay any attention to my request + regarding a billet for the priest, for unhappily his name and character + were unknown to those to whom I addressed myself. In this dilemma I was + deliberating what step to take, when one of the soldiers, who with such + zealous devotion had never left us, came up to say that his corporal had + just given up his own quarters for the good father's use; and this, + happily, was a small summer-house in the garden at the back of the inn. + </p> + <p> + “He cannot come with us himself,” said the soldier, “for he is engaged + with the forage rations, but I have got his leave to take the quarters.” + </p> + <p> + A small wicket beside the inn led us into a large, wildly-grown orchard, + through which a broad path led to the summer-house in question; at least + such we guessed to be the little building from whose windows there gleamed + the bright glare of a cheerful fire. + </p> + <p> + The door lay open into a little hall, from which two doors led into + different chambers. Over one of these was marked in chalk + “quartier-général,” in imitation of the title assigned to a general's + quarters, and this the soldiers pronounced must belong to the corporal. I + opened it accordingly and entered. The room was small and neatly + furnished, and with the blazing wood upon the hearth, looked most + comfortable and inviting. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we are all right here; I know his helmet,—this is it,” said + the dragoon. “So here we must leave you. You'll tell the good father it + was two troopers of the Fourth who carried him hither, won't ye? Ay, and + say Auguste Prévôt was one of them; he 'll know the name,—he nursed + me in a fever I had in Italy.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish he were able to give me his blessing again,” said the other; “I + had it before that affair at Brescia, and there were four of my comrades + killed about me, and never a shot touched me. But good-night, Comrade; + goodnight.” And so saying, having left the father at his length upon a + couch, they made their military salute and departed. + </p> + <p> + A rude-looking flagon of beer which stood on the table was the only thing + I could discover in the chamber, save a canvas bag of tobacco and some + pipes. I filled a goblet with the liquor and placed it to the priest's + lips. He swallowed a little of it, and then opening his eyes, slowly + looked around him, while he murmured to my question a faint sound of + “Better,—much better.” I knew enough of such matters to be aware + that perfect rest and repose were the greatest aids to his recovery; and + so, replenishing the fire, I threw myself down on the large dragoon cloak + which lay on the floor, and prepared to pass my night where I was. + </p> + <p> + The long-drawn breathings of the sleeping man, the perfect quiet and + stillness of all around,—for though not far distant from the + village, the thick wood of trees intercepted every sound from that + quarter,—and my fatigue combined, soon brought on drowsiness. + </p> + <p> + I struggled, so long as I was able, against the tendency; but a humming + sound filled my ears, the objects grew fainter before my vision, and I + sank into that half-dreamy state when consciousness remains, but clouded + and indistinct in all its perceptions. Twice the door was opened and some + persons entered; but though they spoke loudly, I heard not their words, + nor could I recognize their appearance. To this succeeded a deep, sound + sleep, the recompense of great fatigue. + </p> + <p> + The falling of a piece of firewood on the hearth awoke me. I opened my + eyes and looked about. The room had no other light than from the embers of + the wood fire and the piece of blazing pine which had just fallen; but + even by that uncertain glare I could see enough to amaze and confuse me. + </p> + <p> + On the couch where I had left the priest sleeping, the old man was now + seated, his head uncovered, and a scarf of light blue silk across his + shoulders and falling to his feet. Before him, and kneeling, was a figure, + of which for some minutes I in vain endeavored to ascertain the traits; + for while in the military air of the dress there was something to mark the + soldier, a waving mass of hair loosely falling on the back bespoke another + sex. While I yet doubted, the flickering flame burst forth and showed me + the small and beautiful shaped foot which from beneath a loose trouser + peeped forth, and in the neat boot and tastefully ornamented spur I + recognized in an instant it was a vivandière of the army,—one of + those who, amid all the reckless abandon of the life of camps and + battlefields, can yet preserve some vestige of coquetry and feminine + grace. + </p> + <p> + So strange the sight, so complete the heavy stupor of my faculties, that + again and again I doubted whether the whole might not be the creation of a + dream; but the well-known tones of the old man's voice soon reassured me, + as I heard him say,— + </p> + <p> + “I know it too, my child; I have followed too long the fortunes of an army + not to feel and to sorrow for these things. But be comforted.” + </p> + <p> + A passionate burst of tears from her who knelt at his feet interrupted him + here; nor did it seem that all he could speak of consolation was able to + assuage the deep sorrow of the poor girl, whose trembling frame bespoke + her agony. + </p> + <p> + By degrees, however, she grew calmer. A deep sob or a long-drawn sigh + alone would be heard, as the venerable father, with impassioned eloquence, + depicted the happiness of those who sought the blessings of religion, and + could tear themselves from the world and its ambitions. Warming with his + theme, he descanted on the lives of those saints on earth whose every + minute was an offering of heavenly love; and contrasted the holy calm of a + convent with the wild revelry of the camp, or the more revolting carnage + of the battlefield. + </p> + <p> + “Speak not of these things, Father; your own voice trembles with proud + emotion at the mention of glorious war. Tell me, oh! tell me that I may + have hope, and yet leave not all that makes life endurable.” + </p> + <p> + The old man spoke again; but his tones were low, and his words seemed a + reproof, for she bowed her head between her hands and sobbed heavily. + </p> + <p> + To the long and impassioned appeal of the priest there now succeeded a + silence, only broken by the deep-drawn sighs of her who knelt in sadness + and penitence before him. + </p> + <p> + “And his name?” said the father; “you have not told his name.” + </p> + <p> + A pause followed, in which not even a breathing was heard; then a low, + murmuring sound came, and it seemed to meas though I heard my own name + uttered. I started at the sound, and with the noise the vivandière sprang + to her feet. + </p> + <p> + “I heard a noise there,” said she, resolutely. + </p> + <p> + “It is my companion of the journey,” said the priest. “Poor fellow! he is + tired and weary; he sleeps soundly.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not know you had a fellow-traveller, Father.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; we met in the Creutz Mountains, and since that» have wended our way + together. A soldier—” + </p> + <p> + “A soldier! Is he wounded, then?” + </p> + <p> + “No, my child; he is leaving the army.” + </p> + <p> + “Leaving the army, and not wounded! He is old and disabled, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + “Neither; he is both young and vigorous.” + </p> + <p> + “Shame on him, then, that he turn his back on fame and fortune, and leave + the path that brave men tread! He never was a soldier! No, Father; he in + whose heart the noble passion once has lived can never forget it.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, child, hush!” said the priest, motioning with his hand to her to be + silent. + </p> + <p> + “Let me look on him!” said the vivandière, as she stooped down and took + from the hearth a piece of lighted wood; “let me see this man, and learn + the features of one who can be so craven of spirit, so poor of heart, as + to fly the field, while thousands are flocking towards it.” + </p> + <p> + Burning with shame and indignation, I arose, just as she approached me. + The pine-branch threw its red gleam over her bright uniform, and then upon + her face. + </p> + <p> + “Minette! Minette!” I exclaimed. But with a wild shriek she let fall the + burning wood, and fell senseless to the ground. + </p> + <p> + It was some time before, with all our care, she recovered consciousness; + and even then, in her wild, excited glance, one might read the struggles + of her mind to credit what had occurred. A few broken, unconnected phrases + would escape her at intervals; and she seemed laboring to regain the lost + clew to her recollections, when again she turned her eyes towards me. At + the same instant, the trumpet sounded without for the <i>réveil</i>, and + was answered by many a call from other parties around. With a steadfast + gaze of wonderment she fixed her look on me; and twice passed her hands + across her eyes, as though she doubted the evidence of her senses. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0017" id="linkimage-0017"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/346.jpg" alt="346 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Minette, hear me! let me speak but one word.” “There it is again,” cried + she, as the blast rang out a second time, and the clatter of horsemen + resounded from the street. “Adieu, sir; our roads lie not together. + Father, your blessing; if your good counsel this night has not made its + way to my heart, the lesson has come elsewhere. Good-by! good-by!” She + pressed the old man's hand to her lips, and darted from the room. + </p> + <p> + Stunned, and like one spell-bound, I could not move for a few seconds; and + then, with a wild cry, I bounded after her through the garden. The wicket, + however, was fastened on the outside, and it was some time before I could + scale the wall and reach the street. + </p> + <p> + The day was just breaking, but already the village was thronged with + soldiers, who were preparing for the march, and arranging their parties to + conduct the wagons. Hurrying on through the crowded and confused mass, I + looked on every side for the vivandière; but in vain. Groups of different + regiments passed and repassed me; but to my questions they returned either + a jeering reply, or a mere laugh of derision. “But a few days ago,” + thought I, “and these fellows had scarce dared to address me; and now—” + Oh, the blighting misery of that thought! I was no longer a soldier; the + meanest horseman of his troop was my superior. + </p> + <p> + I passed through the village, and reached the highroad. Before me was a + party of dragoons, escorting a drove of cattle; I hastened after them, but + on coming near, discovered they were a light cavalry detachment. Sick at + heart, I leaned against a tree at the wayside, when again I heard the + tramp of horses approaching. I looked, and saw the tall helmets of the + Fourth, who were coming slowly along, conducting some large wagons, drawn + by eight or ten horses. In front of the detachment rode a man, whose + enormous stature made him at once remarkable, as well as the air of + soldierly bearing he displayed. Beside him was Minette; the reins had + fallen on her horse's neck, and her face was buried in her hands. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! if I had thought that priest would have made thee so sad, + Mademoiselle, I'd have let him spend his night beneath a wagon rather than + in my quarters,” said a deep, hollow voice I at once recognized as that of + Pioche. “But the morning air will revive thee; so let us forward: by + threes—open order—trot.” + </p> + <p> + The word was obeyed; the heavy tramp of the horses, with the dull roll of + the wagons, drowned all other sounds The cortège moved on, and I was + alone. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0018" id="linkimage-0018"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page127.jpg" alt="Brownedeathofminette127 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. THE PENSION DE LA RUE MI-CARÊME. + </h2> + <p> + When I returned to the garden, I found that the Père Arsène was seized by + an access of that dreadful malady, whose intervals of comparative release + are but periods of dread or despondence. The tertian of Egypt, so fatal + among the French troops, now numbered him among its victims, and he looked + worn and exhausted, like one after weeks of illness. + </p> + <p> + My first care was to present myself to the official whose business it was + to inspect the passports, and by explaining the condition of my poor + friend, to entreat permission to delay my journey,—at least until he + should be somewhat recovered. The gruff old sergeant, however, + deliberately examined my passport, and as rigidly decided that I could not + remain. The words of the minister were clear and definite,—“Day by + day, without halt, to the nearest frontier of France,” was the direction; + and with this I must comply. In vain I assured him that no personal + convenience, no wish of my own, urged the request, but the duty of + humanity towards a fellow-traveller, and one who had strong claims on + every soldier of the Empire. + </p> + <p> + “Leave him to me, Monsieur,” was the only reply I could obtain; and the + utmost favor he would grant was the permission to take leave of my poor + friend before I started. + </p> + <p> + Amid all the sufferings of his malady, I found the good priest dwelling in + his mind on the scene with the vivandière,—which, perhaps, from the + impressionable character of a sick man's temperament, had entirely filled + his thoughts; and thus he wandered from the subject of his sorrows to + hers, with scarcely a transition between them. + </p> + <p> + When I mentioned the necessity of our parting, he seemed to feel it more + on my account than his own. + </p> + <p> + “I wished to have reached Paris with you,” he repeated over and over. “It + was not impossible I could have arranged your return home. But you must go + down to Sèvres,—the priest there, whoever he may be, will know of + me; tell him everything without reserve. I am too ill to write, but if I + get better soon—Well, well; that poor girl is an orphan too; and + Alphonse was an orphan. With what misery have we struggled in France since + this man has ruled our destinies! how have the crimes of a people brought + their retribution to every heart and every home!—none too low, none + too humble, to feel them. Leave this land; no blessing can rest upon it + now. Poor thing! how worthy of a better lot she is! If this same officer + should know,—it is not impossible. But, why do I say this? No, no; + you'll never meet him now.” + </p> + <p> + He continued to mutter thus some broken and disjointed sentences, + half-aloud, for some minutes, apparently unconscious of my presence. + </p> + <p> + “He was in a regiment of the Guard. Alas! she told me which, but I forget + it now; but his name, surely I remember his name! Well, well, it is a sad + story. Adieu, my dear child! good-by! We have each a weary road before us; + but my journey, although the longest, will be soonest accomplished. Do not + forget my words to you. Your own country, and your country's cause, above + every other; all else is the hireling's part. The sense of duty alone can + sustain a man in the trials which fit him for this world, or that better + one which is to follow. Adieu!” He threw his arm around me as he said + this, and leaned exhausted and faint upon my shoulder. + </p> + <p> + The few who journey through life with little sympathy or friendship from + their fellow-men, may know how it rent my heart to part with one to whom I + clung every hour closer; my throat swelled and throbbed, and I could only + articulate a faint good-by as we parted. As the door was closing, I heard + his voice again. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I have it now; I remember it well,—'Le Capitaine Burke.'” + </p> + <p> + I started in amazement, for during all our intercourse he had never asked + nor had I told my name, and I stood unable to speak; when he continued,—“You + 'll think of the name,—she said, too, he was on the staff,—'Burke!' + Poor girl!” + </p> + <p> + I did not wait for more, but like one flying from some dreaded enemy I + rushed through the garden, and gained the road, my heart torn with many a + conflicting thought; the bitterest of all being the memory of Minette, the + orphan girl, who alone of all the world cared for me. Oh! if strong, + deep-rooted affection, the love of a whole heart, can raise the spirit + above the every-day contentions of the world,—can ennoble thought, + refine sentiments, and divest life of all its meaner traits, making a path + of flowers among the rocks and briers of our worldly pilgrimage; so does + the possession of affection for which we cannot give requital throw a + gloom over the soul, for which there is no remedy. Better, a thousand + times better, had I borne all the solitary condition of my lot, unrelieved + by one token of regard, than think of her who had wrecked her fortunes on + my own. + </p> + <p> + With many a sad thought I plodded onward. The miles passed over seemed + like the events in some troubled dream; and of my journey I have not a + recollection remaining. It was late in the evening when I reached the + Barrière de l'Étoile, and entered Paris. The long lines of lamps along the + quays, the glittering reflection in the calm river, the subdued but + continual hum of a great city, awoke me from my reverie, and I bethought + me that my career of life must now begin anew, and all my energies must be + called on to fashion out my destiny. + </p> + <p> + On the morning after my arrival I presented myself, in compliance with the + requisite form, before the minister of police. Little information of mine + was necessary to explain the circumstances under which I was placed. He + was already thoroughly acquainted with the whole, and seemed in nowise + disposed to evince any undue lenity towards one who had voluntarily + quitted the service of the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “Where do you purpose to remain, sir?” said the préfet, as he concluded a + lengthened and searching scrutiny of my appearance. + </p> + <p> + “In Paris,” I replied, briefly. + </p> + <p> + “In Paris, I suppose,” said he, with a slight derisive curl of the lip,—“of + that I should think there can be little doubt; but I wished to ascertain + more accurately your address,—in what part of the city.” + </p> + <p> + “As yet I cannot tell; I am almost a stranger here. A day or two will, + however, enable me to choose, and then I shall return here with the + intelligence.” + </p> + <p> + “That is sufficient, sir; I shall expect to see you soon.” + </p> + <p> + He waved his hand in sign to me to withdraw, and I was but too happy to + follow the indication. As I hastened down the stairs, and forced my way + through the crowd of persons who awaited an audience with the préfet, I + heard a voice close to my ear whisper, “A word; one word with you, + Monsieur.” Conceiving, however, it could not have been intended for me, to + whom no face there was familiar, I passed on, and reached the court. + </p> + <p> + The noise of footsteps rapidly moving on the grave behind me induced me to + turn; and I beheld a small, miserably-dressed man, whose spare and wasted + form bespoke the sorest trials of poverty, advancing towards me, hat in + hand. + </p> + <p> + “Will you deign me one word, Monsieur?” said he, in a voice whose tone, + although that of entreaty, was yet remote from the habitual accent of one + asking alms. + </p> + <p> + “You must mistake me,” said I, desirous to pass on; “I am unknown to you.” + </p> + <p> + “True, sir; but it is as a stranger I take the liberty of addressing you. + I heard you say just now that you had not fixed on any place of abode in + Paris; now, if I might venture to entreat your preference for this + establishment, it would be too much honor for me, its poor master.” + </p> + <p> + Here he placed in my hands a small card, inscribed with the words, + “Pension Bourgeoise, Rue de Mi-Carême, Boulevard Mont Parnasse, No. 46,” + at top; and beneath was a paragraph, setting forth the economical fact + that a man might eat, drink, and sleep for the sum of twelve francs a + week, enjoying the delights of “agreeable society, pleasant environs, and + all the advantages of a country residence.” + </p> + <p> + It was with difficulty I could avoid a smile at the shivering figure who + ventured to present himself as an inducement to try the fare of his house. + Whether my eyes did wander from the card to his countenance, or any other + gesture of mine betrayed my thoughts, the old man seemed to divine what + was passing in my mind, and said,— + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur will not pronounce on the 'pension' from the humble guise of its + master. Let him but try it; and I promise that these poor rags, this + miserable figure, has no type within the walls.” + </p> + <p> + There was a tone of deep dejection, mingled with a sense of conscious + pride, in which he said these few words, that at once decided me not to + grieve him by a refusal. + </p> + <p> + “You may count on me, then, Monsieur,” said I. “My stay here is so far + uncertain, that it depends not altogether on myself; but for the present I + am your guest.” + </p> + <p> + I took my purse from my pocket as I spoke, knowing the custom in these + humbler boarding-houses was to pay in advance; but the old man reddened + slightly, and motioned with his hand a refusal. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur is a captain in the Guards,” said he, proudly; “no more is + necessary.” + </p> + <p> + “You mistake, friend, I am no longer so; I have left the army.” + </p> + <p> + “Left it, <i>en retraite?</i>” said he, inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “Not so; left it at my own free will and choice. And now, perhaps, I had + better tell you, that as I may not enjoy any considerable share of + goodwill from the police authorities here, my presence might be less + acceptable to your other guests, or to yourself.” + </p> + <p> + The old man's eyes sparkled as I spoke, and his lips moved rapidly, as + though he were speaking to himself; then, taking my hand, he pressed it to + his lips, and said,— + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur could not be more welcome than at present. Shall we expect you + to-day at dinner?” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so. Your hour?” + </p> + <p> + “Four o'clock, to the moment. Do not forget the number, 46 Monsieur + Rubichon; the house with a large garden in front.” + </p> + <p> + “Till then,” said I, bowing to my host, whose ceremonious politeness made + me feel my own salute an act of rudeness in comparison. + </p> + <p> + As I parted from the old man, I was glad at the relief to my own thoughts + which even thus much of speculation afforded, and sauntered on, fancying + many a strange conceit about the “pension” and its inhabitants. At last + the hour drew near; and having placed my few effects in a cabriolet, I set + out for the distant boulevard of Mont Parnasse. + </p> + <p> + I remarked with pleasure, that as we went along the streets and + thoroughfares became gradually less and less crowded; scarcely a carriage + of any kind was to be met with. The shops were, for the most part, the + quiet, unpretending-looking places one sees in a provincial town; and an + air of peacefulness and retirement prevailed, strongly at variance with + the clamor and din of the heart of the capital. This was more than ever so + as we emerged upon the boulevard itself: on one side of which houses, at + long straggling intervals, alone were to be seen; at the other, the + country lay open to the view, with its orchards and gardens, for miles + away. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Saprelotte!</i>” said the driver, who, like so many of his calling, + was a blunt son of Alsace,—“<i>saprelotte!</i> we have come to the + end of the world here. How do you call the strange street you are looking + for?” + </p> + <p> + “The Rue de Mi-Carême.” + </p> + <p> + “Mi-Carême? I 'd rather you lived there than me; that name does not + promise much in regard to good feeding. Can this be it?” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he pointed with his whip to a narrow, deserted-looking street, + which opened from the boulevard. The houses were old and dilapidated, but + stood in small gardens, and seemed like the remains of the villa + residences of the Parisians in times long past. A few more modern + edifices, flaring with red brick fronts, were here and there scattered + amongst them; but for all the decay and dismantlement of the others, they + seemed like persons of rank and condition in the company of their + inferiors. + </p> + <p> + Few of the larger houses were inhabited. Large placards, “à louer,” on the + gateways or the broken railings of the garden, set forth the advantages of + a handsome residence, situated between court and garden; but the falling + roofs and broken windows were in sad discordance with the eulogy. + </p> + <p> + The unaccustomed noise of wheels, as we went along, drew many to the doors + to stare at us, and in the gathering groups I could mark the astonishment + so rare a spectacle as a cabriolet afforded in these secluded parts. + </p> + <p> + “Is this the Rue Mi-Carême?” said the driver to a boy, who stood gazing in + perfect wonderment at our equipage. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” muttered the child,—“yes. Who are you come for now?” + </p> + <p> + “Come for, my little man? Not for any one. What do you mean by that?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought it was the commissary,” said the boy. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, <i>sapperment!</i> I knew we were in a droll neighborhood,” murmured + the driver. “It would seem they never see a cabriolet here except when it + brings the <i>commissaire de police</i> to look after some one.” + </p> + <p> + If this reflection did not tend to allay my previous doubts upon the + nature of the locality, it certainly aided to excite my curiosity, and I + was determined to persist in my resolution of at least seeing the interior + of the “pension.” + </p> + <p> + “Here we are at last,” cried the driver, throwing down his whip on the + horse's back, as he sprang to the ground, and read aloud from a board + fastened to a tree, “'Pension Bourgeoise. M. Rubichon, propriétaire.' + Shall I wait for monsieur?” + </p> + <p> + “No. Take out that portmanteau and cloak; I'm not going back now.” + </p> + <p> + A stare of most undisguised astonishment was the only reply he made, as he + took forth my baggage, and placed it at the little gate. + </p> + <p> + “You 'll be coming home at night,” said he, at length; “shall I come to + fetch you? Not to-night,” repeated he, in amazement. “Well, adieu, + Monsieur,—you know best; but I 'd not come a-pleasuring up here, if + I was a young fellow like you.” + </p> + <p> + As he drove away, I turned to look at the building before me, which up to + this time I had not sufficiently noted. It was a long, two-storied house, + which evidently at an early period had been a mansion of no mean + pretension. The pilasters which ornamented the windows, the balustrades of + the parapet, and the pediment above the entrance, were still remaining, + though in a dilapidated condition. The garden in front showed also some + signs of that quaint taste originally borrowed from the Dutch, and the + yew-trees still preserved some faint resemblance to the beasts and animals + after which they had once been fashioned, though time and growth had + altered the outlines, and given to many a goodly lion or stag the bristly + coat of a porcupine. A little fountain, which spouted from a sea-monster's + nostrils, was grass-grown and choked with weeds. Everything betokened + neglect and ruin; even the sundial had fallen across the walk, and lay + moss-grown and forgotten; as though to say that Time had no need of a + record there. The <i>jalousies</i>, which were closed in every window, + permitted no view of the interior; nor did anything, save a faint curl of + light blue smoke from one chimney, give token of habitation. + </p> + <p> + I could not help smiling to myself at the absurd fancy which had suffered + me to feel that this deserted quarter, this lonesome dwelling, contained + anything either adventurous or strange about it, or that I should find + either in the “pension” or its guests wherewithal to interest or amuse me. + With this thought I opened the wicket, and, crossing the garden, pulled + the bell-rope that hung beside the door. + </p> + <p> + The deep clanging echoed again and again to my summons, and ere it ceased + the door was opened, and M. Rubichon himself stood before me: no longer, + however, the M. Rubichon of the morning, in garments of worn and tattered + poverty, but attired in a suit which, if threadbare, was at least clean + and respectable-looking,—a white vest, and ruffles also, added to + the air of neatness of his costume; and whether from his own deserts, or + my surprise at the transformation, he seemed to me to possess the look and + bearing of a true gentleman. + </p> + <p> + Having welcomed me with the well-bred and easy politeness of one who knew + the habits of society, he gave orders to a servant girl to conduct me to a + room, adding, “May I beg of monsieur to make a rapid toilet, for the + dinner will be served in less than ten minutes?” + </p> + <p> + The M. Rubichon of the morning no more prepared me for that gentleman at + evening than did the ruinous exterior of the dwelling for the neat and + comely chamber into which I was now installed. The articles of furniture + were few, but scrupulously clean; and the white curtains of the little + bed, the cherry-wood chairs, the table, with its gray marble top,—all + were the perfection of that propriety which gives even to humble things a + look of elegance. + </p> + <p> + I had but time to make a slight change in my dress when the bell sounded + for dinner, and at the same instant a gentle knock came to my door. It was + M. Rubichon, come to conduct me to the <i>salle</i>, and anxious to know + if I were satisfied with my chamber. + </p> + <p> + “In summer, Monsieur, if we shall have the happiness of possessing you + here at that season, the view of the garden is delightful from this + window; and,—you have not noticed it, of course, but there is a + little stair, which descends from the window into the garden, which you + will find a great convenience when you wish to walk. This way, now. We are + a small party to-day, and indeed shall be for a few weeks. What name shall + I have the honor to announce?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Burke.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! an Irish name,” said he, smiling, as he threw open the door of a + spacious but simply furnished apartment, in which about a dozen persons + were standing or sitting around the stove. + </p> + <p> + I could not help remarking, that as Monsieur Rubichon presented me to his + other guests, my name seemed to meet a kind of recognition from each in + turn. My host perceived this, and explained it at once by saying,— + </p> + <p> + “We have a namesake of yours amongst us; not exactly at this moment, for + he is in Normandy, but he will be back in a week or so. Madame de Langeac, + let me present Mr. Burke.” + </p> + <p> + Monsieur Rubichon's guests were all persons somewhat advanced in life; and + though in their dress evincing a most unvarying simplicity and economy, + had yet a look of habitual good tone and breeding which could not be + mistaken. Among these, the lady to whom I was now introduced was + conspicuous, and in her easy and graceful reception of me, showed the + polished manners of one accustomed to the best society. + </p> + <p> + After some half-jesting observations, expressive of surprise that a young + man—and consequently, as she deemed, a gay one—should have + selected as his residence an unvisited quarter and a very retired house, + she took my arm, and proceeded to the dinner-room. + </p> + <p> + The dinner itself, and the table equipage, were in keeping with the + simplicity of the whole establishment; but if the fare was humble and the + wine of the very cheapest, all the habitudes of the very highest society + presided at the meal, and the polished ease and elegance, so eminently the + gift of ancient French manners, were conspicuous. + </p> + <p> + There prevailed among the guests all the intimacy of a large family; at + the same time a most courteous deference was remarkable, which never + approached familiarity. And thus they talked lightly and pleasantly + together of mutual friends and places they had visited; no allusion ever + being made to the popular topics of the day,—to me a most + inexplicable circumstance, and one which I could not avoid slightly + expressing my astonishment at to the lady beside me. She smiled + significantly at my remark, and merely said,— + </p> + <p> + “It is so agreeable to discuss matters where there can be no great + difference of opinion,—at least, no more than sharpens the wit of + the speakers,—that you will rarely hear other subjects talked of + here.” + </p> + <p> + “But have the great events which are yet passing no interest?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps they interest too deeply to admit of much discussion,” said she, + with some earnestness of manner. + </p> + <p> + “But I am myself transgressing; and, what is still worse, losing you the + observations of Monsieur de Saint George on Madame de Sévigné.” + </p> + <p> + The remark was evidently made to change the current of our conversation; + and so I accepted it,—listening to the chit-chat around me, which, + from its novelty alone, possessed a most uncommon charm to my ears. It was + so strange to hear the allusions to the courtiers and the beauties of + bygone days made with all the freshness of yesterday acquaintance; and the + stores of anecdotes about the court of Louis the Fifteenth and the Regency + told with a piquancy that made the event seem like an occurrence of the + morning. + </p> + <p> + Before we retired to the drawing-room for coffee, I saw that the “pension” + was a Royalist establishment, and wondered how it happened that I should + have been selected by the host to make one of his guests. Yet + unquestionably there seemed no reserve towards me; on the contrary, each + evinced a tone of frankness and cordiality which made me perfectly at + ease, and well satisfied at the fortune which led me to the Rue Mi-Carême. + </p> + <p> + The little parties of dominoes and piquet scattered through the <i>salon</i>; + some formed groups to converse; the ladies resumed their embroidery; and + all the occupations of indoor life were assumed with a readiness that + betokened habit, and gave to the “pension” the comfortable air of a home. + </p> + <p> + Thus passed the first evening. The next morning the party assembled at an + early hour to breakfast; after which the gentlemen went out, and did not + appear until dinnertime,—day succeeding day in unvarying but to me + not unpleasing monotony. I rarely wandered from the large wilderness of a + garden near the house, and saw weeks pass over without a thought ever + occurring to me that life must not thus be suffered to ebb. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. MY NAMESAKE + </h2> + <p> + About a month after I came to live in the “pension,” I was sitting one + evening at the window, watching, with the interest an idle man will ever + attach to slight things,—the budding leaves of an early spring,—when + I heard a step approach my chair, and on turning my head perceived Madame + de Langeac. She carried her taboret in her hand, and came slowly towards + me. + </p> + <p> + “I am come to steal some of your sunshine, Monsieur Burke,” said the old + lady, smiling good-naturedly, as I rose to present a chair, “but not to + drive you away, if you will be generous enough to keep me company.” + </p> + <p> + I stammered out some commonplace civility in reply, and was silent, for my + thoughts were bent upon my future, and I was ill disposed to interruption. + </p> + <p> + “You are fond of flowers, I have remarked,” continued she, as if + perceiving my preoccupation, and willing to relieve it by taking the + burden of the conversation. “And it is a taste I love to witness; it seems + to me like the evidence of a homely habit. It is only in childhood we + learn this love; we may cultivate it in after life as we will.” + </p> + <p> + “My mother was passionately fond of them,” said I, calling up a + long-buried memory of home and kindred. + </p> + <p> + “I thought so. These simple tastes are the inheritance a mother gives her + child; and happily they survive every change of fortune.” + </p> + <p> + I sighed heavily as she spoke, for thus accidentally was touched the + weakest chord of my heart. + </p> + <p> + “And, better still,” resumed she, “they are the links that unite us to the + past, that bind the heart of manhood to infancy, that can bring down pride + and haughtiness, and call forth guileless affection and childlike faith.” + </p> + <p> + “They are happy,”' said I, musing, “who can mingle such early memories + with the present.” + </p> + <p> + “And who cannot?” interrupted she, rapidly. “Who has not felt the love of + parents,—the halo of a home? Old as I am, even I can recall the + little walks I trod in infancy, and the hand that used to guide me. I can + bring up the very tones of that voice which vibrated on my heart as they + spoke my name. But how much happier they to whom these memories are linked + with tokens of present affection, and who, in their manhood's joys, can + feel a father's or a mother's love!” + </p> + <p> + “I was left an orphan when a mere child,” said I, as though the + observation had been specially addressed to me. + </p> + <p> + “But you have brothers,—sisters, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + I shook my head. “A brother, indeed; but we have never met since we were + children.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet your country has not suffered the dreadful convulsion of ours; no + social wreck has scattered those who once lived in close affection + together. It is sad when such ties are broken. You came early to France, I + think you told me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Madame. When a mere child my heart conceived a kind of devotion to + the Emperor: his fame, his great exploits, seemed something more than + human,—filled every thought of my brain; and to be a soldier,<i>his</i> + soldier, was the limit of my ambition. I fancied, too, that the cause he + asserted was that of freedom; that liberty, universal liberty, was the + watchword that led to victory.” + </p> + <p> + “And you have discovered your error,” interrupted she. “Alas! it were + better to have followed the illusion. A faith once shaken leaves an + unsettled spirit, and with such there is little energy.” + </p> + <p> + “And less of hope,” said I, despondingly. + </p> + <p> + “Not so, if there be youth. Come, you must tell me your story. It is from + no mere curiosity I ask you; but that I have seen much of the world, and + am better able than you to offer counsel and advice. I have remarked, for + some time past, that you appear to have no acquaintance in Paris,—no + friend. Let me be such. If the confidence have no other result, it will + relieve your heart of some portion of its burden; besides, the others here + will learn to regard you with less distrust.” + </p> + <p> + “And is such their feeling towards me?” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me; I did not exactly use the word I sought for. But now that I + have ventured so far, I may as well confess that you are an object of the + greatest interest in their eyes; nor can they divest themselves of the + impression that some deep-laid plot had led you hither.” + </p> + <p> + “Had I known this before—” + </p> + <p> + “You had left us. I guessed as much: I have remarked it in your character + already, that a morbid dread of being suspected is ever uppermost in your + thoughts; and accounted for it by supposing that you might have been + thrown at too early an age into life. But you must not feel angry with us + here. As for me, I have no merit in my right appreciation of you: Monsieur + Rubichon told me how you met,—a mere accident, at the bureau of the + préfet.” + </p> + <p> + “It was so; nor have I been able to divine why he addressed himself to me, + nor what circumstance could have led him to believe my sentiments in + accordance with those of his guests.” + </p> + <p> + “Simple enough the reason. He heard from your own lips you were a + stranger, without any acquaintance in Paris. The police for a time have + been somewhat frequent in their visits here, when the exclusively Royalist + feature of the 'pension' excited some dissatisfaction. To overcome the + impression, M. Rubichon determined to wait each day at the bureau of the + préfet, and solicit at hazard among the persons there to patronize his + house. We all here consented to the plan, feeling its necessity. Our good + fortune sent us you. Still, you must not be surprised if long sorrows and + much suffering have engendered suspicion, nor that the old followers of a + king look distrustfully on the soldier of”—she hesitated and blushed + slightly, then added, in a low voice—“of the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + The word seemed to have cost a pang in its utterance; for she did not + speak for several minutes after. + </p> + <p> + “And these gentlemen,—am I to conclude that they cherish + disaffection to the present Government, or harbor a hope of its downfall?” + </p> + <p> + Whether some accidental expression of disdain escaped me as I said this, I + cannot say; but Madame de Langeao quickly replied,— + </p> + <p> + “They are good Frenchmen, sir, and loyal gentlemen; what they <i>hope</i> + must be a matter for their own hearts.” + </p> + <p> + “I entreat your pardon, Madame, if I have said one syllable which could + reflect upon their motives.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgive you readily,” said she, smiling courteously; “he who has worn a + sabre so long, may well deem its influence all-powerful. But believe me, + young man, there is that within the heart of a nation against which mere + force is nothing; opposed to it, armed squadrons and dense ranks are + powerless. Devotion to a sovereign, whose claim comes hallowed by a long + line of kings, is a faith to which religion lends its sanction and + tradition its hope. Look on these very persons here; see, has adversity + chilled their affection, or poverty damped their ardor? You know them not; + but I will tell you who they are. + </p> + <p> + “There, at the fire, that venerable old man with the high, bold forehead, + he is Monsieur de Plessis (Comte Plessis de Riancourt). His grandfather + entertained Louis the Fourteenth and his suite within his château; he + himself was grand falconer to the king. And what is he now? I shame to + speak it,—a fencing-master at an humble school of the Faubourg. + </p> + <p> + “And the other opposite to him (he is stooping to pick something from the + floor), I myself saw him kneel at the levée of his Majesty, and beheld the + king assist him to rise, as he said, 'Monsieur de Maurepas, I would make + you a duke, but that no title could be so dear to a Maurepas as that his + ancestors have borne for six hundred years.' And he, whose signature was + but inferior to the royal command, copies pleadings of a lawyer to earn + his support. + </p> + <p> + “And that tall man yonder, who has just risen from the table,—neither + years nor poverty have erased the stamp of nobility from his graceful + figure,—Comte Felix d'Ancelot, captain of the Gardes du Corps; the + same who was left for dead on the stairs at Versailles pierced by eleven + wounds. He gives lessons in drawing! two leagues from this, at the other + extremity of Paris. + </p> + <p> + “You ask me if they hope; what else than hope, what other comforter, could + make such men as these live on in want and indigence, declining every + proffer of advancement, refusing every temptation that should warp their + allegiance? I have read of great deeds of your Emperor,—I have heard + traits of heroism of his generals, compared to which the famed actions of + the Crusaders paled away; but tell me if you think that all the glory ever + won by gallant soldier, tried the courage or tested the stout heart like + the long struggle of such men as these? And here, if I mistake not, comes + another, not inferior to any.” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke, the steps of a <i>calèche</i> at the door were suddenly + lowered, and a tall and powerfully built man stepped lightly out. In an + instant we heard his footstep in the hall, and in another moment the door + of the <i>salon</i> opened, and M. Rubichon announced “Le Général Count + Burke.” + </p> + <p> + The general had just time to divest himself of his travelling pelisse as + he entered, and was immediately surrounded by the others, who welcomed him + with the greatest enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + “Madame la Marquise de Langeac,” said he, approaching the old lady, as she + sat in the recess of the window, and lifted her hand to his lips, “I am + overjoyed to see you in such health. I passed three days with your amiable + cousin, Arnold de Rambuteau; who, like yourself, enjoys the happiest + temperament and the most gifted mind.” + </p> + <p> + “If you flatter thus, General,” said Madame de Langeac, “my young friend + here will scarcely recognize in you a countryman,—a kinsman, + perhaps. Let me present Mr. Burke.” + </p> + <p> + The general's face flushed, and his eyes sparkled, as taking my hand in + both of his own, he said,— + </p> + <p> + “Are you indeed from Ireland? Is your name Burke? Alas! that I cannot + speak one word of English to you. I left my country thirty-eight years + since, and have never revisited it.” + </p> + <p> + The general overwhelmed me with questions: first about my family, of which + I could tell him little; and then of my own adventures, at which, to my + astonishment, he never evinced those symptoms of displeasure I so + confidently expected from an old follower of the Bourbons. This he + continued to do, as he ate a hurried meal which was laid out for him in + the <i>salon</i>; all the rest standing in a circle around, and pressing + him with questions for this friend or that at every pause he made. + </p> + <p> + “You see, gentlemen,” cried he, as I replied to some inquiry about my + campaign, “this is an instance of what I have so often spoken to you. Here + is a youth who leaves his country solely for fighting sake; he does not + care much for the epaulette, he cares less for the cause. Come, come, + don't interrupt me; I know you better than you know yourself. You longed + for the conflict and the struggle and the victory; and, <i>parbleu!</i> we + may say as we will, but you could have scarcely made a better selection + than with his Majesty, Emperor and King, as they style him.” + </p> + <p> + This speech met with a sorry reception from the bystanders, and in the + dissatisfied expression of their faces, a less confident speaker might + have read his condemnation; but the general felt not this, or, if he did, + he effectually concealed it. + </p> + <p> + “You have not inquired for Gustave de Me is in,” said he, looking round at + the circle. + </p> + <p> + “You have not seen him, surely?” cried several together; “we heard he was + at Vienna.” + </p> + <p> + “No, <i>parbleu!</i> he lives about a league from his old home,—the + very house we spent our Christmas at eighteen years ago. They have made a + barrack of his château, and thrown his park into a royal <i>chasse</i>; + but he has built a hut on the river-side, and walks every day through his + own ground, which he says he never saw so well stocked for many a year. He + is as happy as ever, and loves to look out on the Seine before his door + when the bright stream is rippling through many a broad leaf; ay, + Messieurs, of good augury, too,—the lilies of France.” He lifted a + bumper to his lips as he spoke, and drank the toast with enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + This sudden return to loyalty, so boldly announced, served to reinstate + him in their estimation; and once again all their former pleasure at his + appearance came back, and again the questions poured in from every + quarter. + </p> + <p> + “And the abbé,” said one; “what of him? Has he made up his mind yet?” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure he has, and changed it too, at least twice every twenty-four + hours. He is ever full of confidence and brimming with hope when the wind + is from the eastward; but let it only come a point west, his spirits fall + at once, and he dreams of frigates and gunboats, and the hulks in the + Thames; and though they offered him a cardinal's hat, he 'd not venture + out to sea.” + </p> + <p> + The warning looks of the bystanders, and even some signals to be cautious, + here interrupted the speaker, who paused for a few seconds, and then fixed + his eyes on me. + </p> + <p> + “I have no fears, gentlemen, on that score. I know my countrymen well, + though I have lived little among them. My namesake here may like the + service of the Emperor better than that of a king,—he may prefer the + glitter of the eagle to the war-cry of Saint Louis,—but he 'll never + betray the private conversations nor expose the opinions expressed before + him in all the confidence of social intercourse. + </p> + <p> + “We are speaking, Mr. Burke, of an abbé who is about to visit Ireland, and + whose fears of the English cruisers seem little reasonable to some of my + friends here, though you can explain, perhaps, that they are not + groundless. I forgot,—you were but a boy when you crossed that sea.” + </p> + <p> + “But he will go at last,” said Madame de Langeac; “I suppose we may rely + on that?” + </p> + <p> + “We hope,” said the general, shrugging his shoulders with an air of doubt, + “because, when we can do nothing else, we can always hope.” And so saying + he arose from the table, and taking a courteous leave of each person in + turn, pleading the fatigue of his journey, he retired for the night. + </p> + <p> + I left the saloon soon after, and went to my room full of all I had heard, + and pondering many thoughts about the abbé and his intended voyage. I + spent a sleepless night. Thoughts of home, long lost in the excitement of + my career, came flocking to my brain, and a desire to revisit my country—stronger, + perhaps, because undefined in its object—made me restless and + feverish. It was with delight I perceived the day dawning, and dressing + myself hastily, I descended into the garden. To my surprise, I found + General Burke already there. He was sauntering along slowly by himself, + and seemed wrapped in meditation. The noise of my approach startled him, + and he looked up. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! my countryman,—so early astir?” said he, saluting me + courteously. “Is this a habit of yours?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I cannot claim the merit of such wakefulness. But last night I + never closed my eyes. A few words you dropped in conversation in the + drawing-room kept possession of my heart, and even yet I cannot expel + them.” + </p> + <p> + “I saw it at the time I spoke,” replied the general, with a keen, quick + glance; “you changed color twice as I mentioned the Abbé Gernon. Do you + know him?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; it was his intended journey, not himself, for which I felt + interested.” + </p> + <p> + “You would wish to accompany him, perhaps. Well, the matter is not + impossible; but as time presses, and we have little leisure for mysteries, + tell me frankly why are you here?” + </p> + <p> + In few words, and without a comment on any portion of my conduct, I told + him the principal circumstances of my life, down to the decisive moment of + my leaving the army. + </p> + <p> + “After that step,” said I, “feeling that no career can open to me here, I + wish to regain my own country.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” said the general, slowly; “it is your only course now. + The venture is not without risk,—less from the English cruisers than + the French, for the abbé is well known in England, and Ireland too; but + his Royalist character would find slight favor with Fouché. You are + willing to run the risk, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “I am.” + </p> + <p> + “And to travel as the abbe's servant, at least to Falaise? there the + disguise will end.” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly so.” + </p> + <p> + “And for this service, are you also ready to render us one in return?” + said he, peering at me beneath his eyelashes. + </p> + <p> + “If it involve the good faith I once swore to preserve towards the Emperor + Napoleon, I refuse it at once. On such a condition, I cannot accept your + aid.” + </p> + <p> + “And does your heart still linger where your pride has been so insulted?” + </p> + <p> + “It does, it does; to be his soldier once more, I would submit to + everything but dishonor.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case,” said he, smiling good-naturedly, “my conscience is a clear + one; and I may forward your escape with the satisfying reflection that I + have diminished the enemies of his Majesty Louis the Eighteenth by one + most inveterate follower of Napoleon. I shall ask no conditions of you. + When are you ready?” + </p> + <p> + “To-day,—now.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see; to-morrow will be the 8th,—to-morrow will do. I will + write about it at once. Meanwhile, it is as well you should not drop any + hint of your intended departure, except to Madame de Langeac, whose + secrecy may be relied on.” + </p> + <p> + “May I ask,” said I, “if you run any risk in thus befriending me? It is an + office, believe me, of little promise.” + </p> + <p> + “None whatever. Rarely a month passes over without some one or other + leaving this for England. The intercourse between Rome and Ireland is + uninterrupted, and has been so during the hottest period of the war.” + </p> + <p> + “This seems most unaccountable to me; I cannot understand it.” + </p> + <p> + “There is a key to the mystery, however,” said he, smiling. “The English + Government have confidence in the peaceful efforts of the priesthood as + regards Ireland, and permit them to hold unlimited intercourse with the + Holy See, which fears France and the spirit of her Emperor. The Bourbons + look to the Church as the last hope of the Restoration. It is in the + Catholic religion of this country, and its traditions, that monarchy has + its root. Sap one, and you undermine the other. Legitimacy is a holy + relic,—like any other, the priests are the guardians of it; and as + for the present ruler of France, he trusts in the spirit of the Church to + increase its converts, and believes that Ireland is ripening to revolt + through the agency of the priests. Fouché alone is not deceived. Between + him and the Church the war is to the knife; and but for him the high seas + would be more open than the road to Strasburg,—at least, to all with + a shaven crown and a silk frock. Here, then, is the simple explanation of + what seemed so difficult; and I believe you will find it the true one.” + </p> + <p> + “But two out of the three parties must be deceived,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps all three are,” replied he, smiling sarcastically. “There are + some, at least, who deem the return of the rightful sovereign is more to + be hoped from the sabre than the crosier, and think that Rome never was + true except to Rome. As to your journey, however, its only difficulty or + danger is the transit through France; once at the coast, and all is safe. + Your passport shall be made out as a retired sous-officier returning to + his home. You will take Marboeuf in the route, and I will give you the + necessary directions for discovering the abbé.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it not possible,” said I, “that <i>he</i> may feel no inclination to + encumber himself with a fellow-traveller, and particularly one a stranger + to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Have no fear on that head. Your presence, on the contrary, will give him + courage, and we must let him suppose you accompany him at our suggestion.” + </p> + <p> + “Not with any implied knowledge or any connection with your views, + however,” said I. “This is well understood between us?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly so. And now meet me here this evening, after coffee, and I will + give you your final instructions, Adieu, for the present.” + </p> + <p> + He waved his hand and left me. Then, after walking a few paces, turned + quickly round, and said,— + </p> + <p> + “You will remember, a blouse and knapsack are indispensable for your + equipment. Adieu!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. AN OLD SAILOR OF THE EMPIRE + </h2> + <p> + No circumstance of any interest occurred on my journey to Marboeuf; my + passport, made out in my own name as a sous-officier on leave, secured me + against any interruption or delay; and on the third evening I reached the + little wayside cabaret, about a league beyond the town, where I was + informed by the count that the abbé would await me. + </p> + <p> + To my surprise, however, I discovered that the house was occupied by a + detachment of the Marines of the Guard, proceeding from Marboeuf to the + coast; with these, assuming the “camaraderie” of the service, I soon made + acquaintance, and being possessed of some information about the army, my + company was at once coveted by the sailors, who had no opportunity of + learning the events of the campaign. + </p> + <p> + The flurried manner and the over-solicitous desire of the landlord to + please, did not escape me; and taking the first opportunity that offered, + I followed him into his room, and closed the door behind me. + </p> + <p> + “Has <i>he</i> arrived?” said I, assuming at once the tone of one with + whom there need be no secrecy. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! you are the captain, then, and I was right?” said he, not replying to + my question, but showing that he was aware who I was. But in an instant he + resumed, “Alas! no, sir; the orders to have quarters ready for ten men + reached me yesterday; and though I told his messenger that he might come + in safety,—the marines never noticing any traveller,—he has + evidently been afraid to venture. This is the 10th; on the 12th the vessel + is to be off the coast; after that it will be too late.” + </p> + <p> + “But he may come yet.” + </p> + <p> + The man shook his head and sighed; then muttered half aloud, “It was a + foolish choice to take a coward for a hazardous enterprise. The Comte de + Chambord has been here twice to-day to see him, but in vain.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is he, then? at what distance from here?” + </p> + <p> + “No one knows. It must be some leagues away, however, for his messenger + seems tired and weary when he comes, and never returns the same day.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it not possible he may have pushed on to the coast, finding this place + occupied?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, sir, it is plain you know him not; he has no daring like this, and + would never seek a new path if the old were closed against him. But after + all, it would be useless here.” + </p> + <p> + “How so?” + </p> + <p> + “The letters have not come yet, and without them he could not leave the + coast. Meanwhile, be cautious: take care lest your absence should be + remarked by the men; return to them now, and if anything occur, I will + make a signal for you.” + </p> + <p> + The landlord's advice was well timed, for I found that the party were + already becoming impatient at my delay, and wondering what had caused it. + </p> + <p> + “They say, Comrade,” said a short-set, dark-featured Breton, whose black + beard and mustache left little vestige of a human face visible,—“they + say that the cavalry of the Guard give themselves airs with us marines, + and that our company is not good enough for them. Is this the case?” + </p> + <p> + “It is the first time I have heard the remark,” replied I, “and I hope it + may be the last; with us of the Eighth I know such a feeling never + existed; and yet we thought ourselves not inferior to our neighbors.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why did you leave us just now?” grumbled out two or three in a + breath. + </p> + <p> + “You shall know that presently,” said I, smiling; at the same time I arose + and opened the door. “You may bring in the Burgundy now, Master Joseph; we + are all ready for it.” + </p> + <p> + A hearty cheer welcomed this speech, and many a rude hand was stretched + forth to grasp mine; at the same instant the host, accurately divining the + necessity of the moment, entered with a basket containing six bottles, + whose cobwebbed necks and crusted surface bespoke the choicest bin of his + cellar. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Macon!</i> gentlemen,” said he, drawing the cork of a flask with all + the steadiness of hand of one accustomed to treat Burgundy properly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, <i>parbleu!</i> a generous grape, too,” said the short sailor, who + spoke first, as he drained his glass and refilled it. “<i>Allons</i>, + Comrades, 'The Emperor! '” + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor!” repeated each voice in turn, even to the poor landlord, + whose caution was stronger than his loyalty. + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor, and may Heaven preserve him!” said the dark-whiskered + fellow. + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor, and may Heaven forgive him!” said the host, who this time + uttered the true sentiments of his heart, without knowing it. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive him!” roared three or four together,—“forgive him what?” + </p> + <p> + “For not making thee an admiral of the fleet,” said the landlord, slapping + the stout sailor familiarly on the shoulder. + </p> + <p> + A burst of rude laughter acknowledged the success of this speech, and by + common consent the host was elected One of the company. As the wine began + to work upon the party, the dark fellow, whose grade of sergeant was + merely marked by a gold cord on his cuff, and which had hitherto escaped + my notice, assumed the leadership, and recounted some stories of his life; + which, treating of a service so novel to me in all its details, were + sufficiently interesting, though the materials themselves were slight and + unimportant. + </p> + <p> + One feature struck me in particular through all he said, and gave a + character most distinctive to the service he belonged to, and totally + unlike what I had observed among the soldiers of the army. With <i>them</i> + the armies of all Europe were accounted the enemy,—the Austrian, the + Russian, the Italian, and the Prussian were the foes he had met and + conquered in so many fields of glory. The pride he felt in his triumphs + was a great but natural sentiment; involving, however, no hatred of his + enemy, nor any desire to disparage his courage or his skill. With the + sailor of the Empire, however, there was but one antagonist, and that one + he detested with his whole heart: England was a word which stirred his + passion from its very inmost recesses, and made his blood boil with + intense excitement. The gay insolence of the soldier, treating his + conquest as a thing of ease and certainty, had no resemblance to the + collected and impassioned hate of the sailor, who felt that <i>his</i> + victories were not such as proclaimed his superiority by evidence + incontestable. The victories on land contrasted, too, so strongly with + even what were claimed as such at sea, that the sailors could not control + their detestation of those who had robbed them of a share of their + country's praise, and made the hazardous career they followed one of mere + secondary interest in the eyes of France. + </p> + <p> + A more perfect representative of this mingled jealousy and hate could not + be found than Paul Dupont, the sous-officier in command of this little + party. He was a Breton, and carried the ruling trait of his province into + the most minute feature of his conduct. Bold, blunt, courageous, + open-hearted, and fearless, but passionate to the verge of madness when + thwarted, and unforgiving in his vengeance when insulted, he only believed + in Brittany, and for the rest of France he cared as little as for + Switzerland. His whole life had been spent at sea, until about two years + previous, when from boatswain he was promoted to be a sergeant of the + Marines of the Guard,—a step he regretted every day, and was now + actually petitioning to be restored to his old grade, even at the + sacrifice of pay and rank; such was the impression a short life ashore had + made on him, and so complete his contempt for any service save that in + blue water. + </p> + <p> + “Come, old 'sea-wolf,'”—such was the sobriquet Paul went by among + his comrades,—“thou art dull to-night,” said an old sailor with a + head as white as snow. “I haven't seen thee so low of heart this many a + day.” + </p> + <p> + “What wonder, Comrade, if I am so?” retorted Paul, gruffly. “This shore + service is bad enough, not to make it worse by listening to such yarns as + these we have been hearing, about platoons and squadrons; of charges here + and counter-marches there. <i>Ventre d'enfer!</i> that may amuse those who + never saw a broadside or a boarding; but as for me, look ye, Comrade!”—here + he addressed himself to me, laying his great hand upon my shoulder as he + spoke,—“until ye can bring your mounted lines to charge up to the + mouth of a battery vomiting grape and roundshot, ye must not tell your + stories before old sailors, ay, though they be only Marines' of the Guard, + some of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be angry with old Paul, Comrade,” said the man who spoke before; + “he does not mean to offend you.” + </p> + <p> + “Who told you that?” said Paul, sternly. “Why can't you sheer off, and + leave me to' lay alongside of my enemy my own way?” + </p> + <p> + “You must not call me by such a name,” said I; “we all serve the Emperor, + and have no enemies save his. Come, Paul, let us have a cup of wine + together.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed! an ye promise to tell no more tales of dragoons and hussars, and + such like cattle, I'll drink with you. Bah! it's not Christianlike to + fight a-horse-back,—it's only fit for Turks and Arabs; but for men + that are made to stand fast on their own stout timbers, they have no need + of four-footed beasts to carry them against an enemy. Here's my hand, + Comrade; is it a bargain?” + </p> + <p> + “Willingly,” said I, laughing. “If you consent, instead, to tell us some + of your own adventures, I promise faithfully not to trouble you with one + of mine.” + </p> + <p> + “That's like a man,” said Paul, evidently flattered by the successful + assertion of his own superiority. “And now, if the host will let us have + some more wine, I'm ready.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay,” cried several together; “replenish the basket once more.” + </p> + <p> + “This time, gentlemen, you must permit me to treat you. It is not every + day such guests assemble under my poor roof,” said the landlord, bowing + courteously, “nor am I likely soon to pass so pleasant an evening.” + </p> + <p> + “That's as you please it,” said Paul, carelessly. “If you are too good a + fellow to care for money, there's three naps for the poor of the village; + mayhap there may be an old sailor amongst them.” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of satisfaction at their comrade's conduct ran round the circle, + as the host disappeared for the fresh supply of wine. In an instant he was + back again, carrying a second basket under his arm, which he placed + carefully on the table, saying, “Pomard of '87, gentlemen; I wish it were + Chambertin for your sakes.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Tête bleue!</i>that's what I call wine,” said one, smacking his lips, + as he tasted the generous liquor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Paul, “that's better than drinking the pink water they serve + us out on service. <i>Morbleu!</i> how we 'd fight, if they'd tap an aume + of that when they beat to quarters.” + </p> + <p> + The bottle now passed freely from hand to hand; and Paul, leaning back in + his chair, crossed his arms before him, as, with his eyes half closed, he + seemed to be occupied in remembering some long passed occurrence. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, Comrades,” said he, after a long pause, “the landlord was not so far + out as you may think him. I might have been, if not an admiral of the + fleet, at least a captain or a commodore by this time, if I only wished + it, but I wouldn't.” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't, Paul?” cried three or four in a breath. “How do you mean, + you wouldn't? Is it that you didn't like it?” + </p> + <p> + “That's it: I didn't like it,” replied he, glaring around him as he spoke, + with a look which had repressed any tendency to mirth, if such an + inclination existed in the party. “Mayhap there are some here don't + believe this,” he continued, as if anxious to extort a contradiction from + any one bold enough to adventure it; but none seemed disposed to meet his + wishes. He resumed. “The way of it was this:— + </p> + <p> + “We sailed from Brest, seven sail and two frigates, on a cruise, in the + Messidor of the year '13, (it was the time of the Republic then), and our + orders were to keep together, and afford protection to all vessels of our + flag; and wherever an opportunity offered to engage the enemy, to do so, + if we had a fair chance of success. There was one heavy sailer of the + fleet, the 'Old Torch,' and by good luck I was in her; and so, before we + were eight days out, it came on to blow a hurricane from the northeast, + with a great sea that threatened to poop us at every stroke. How the + others weathered it I can't say; we rolled so badly that we carried away + our mainmast and half our bulwarks, and when day broke we could see + nothing of the rest. We were lying floundering there in the trough of the + sea, with nothing left but a storm-jib to keep her head straight, and all + hands at the pumps; for in working she had opened her old seams, and + leaked like a basket. Well, we cut away the wreck of the mast, and we + threw twelve of our guns over,—short eighteens they were, and all + heavy metal,—and that lightened her a bit, and we began to have + hopes of weathering out the gale, when the word was passed of a strange + sail to windward. + </p> + <p> + “We looked, and there saw a great vessel looming, as large as a + three-decker, coming down towards us with close-reefed topsails, but going + through the water like a swordfish. At first we hoped it was one of our + own; but that hope did not last long, for as she neared us we saw floating + from the peak that confounded flag that never boded us good fortune. She + was an English eighty-gun ship; the 'Blanche' they called her. <i>Ventrebleu!</i> + I didn't know how they ever got so handsome a model; but, I learned after, + she was a French ship, and built at Toulon,—for you see, Comrades, + they never had such craft as ours. Well, down they came, as if they were + about to come right over us, and never once made a signal, nor took any + notice of us whatever, till quite close; when a fellow from the poop-deck + shouted out in French,—bad enough it was, too,—desiring us to + keep close till the sea went down a bit, and then to send a boat to them. + <i>Sacristi!</i>there was no more about it than that; and they made a + prize of us at once. + </p> + <p> + “But our captain was not one of that mould, and he answered by beating to + quarters; and just as the 'Blanche' swept past, up flew our ports, and + eight carronades threw in a fire of grape along her deck that made them + dance to the music. <i>Diable!</i> the fun was short, though. Round she + came in stays like a pinnace, down helm, and passed us again; when, as if + her sides slit open, forty guns flashed forth their flame, and sent us a + broadside that made the craft tremble again, and left our deck one mass of + dead and wounded. There was no help for it now. The clear water came + gushing up the hatchways from many a shothole; the craft was settling + fast, and so we hauled down the ensign and made the signal of distress. + The answer was, 'Keep her afloat if you can.' But, faith, our fellows + didn't care much to save a prize for the English, and they would n't lend + a hand to the pumps, but crossed their arms and stood still, waiting for + her to go down; when what did we see but two boats lowered from the + 'Blanche' and dropped into the sea, which was then running mountains high. + <i>Feu d'enfer!</i> they don't know where there is danger and where not, + these English; and that's the reason they seem so brave! For a minute or + two we thought they were swamped, for they were hidden entirely; then we + saw them on the top of a wave, balancing, as it might be; and again they + disappeared, and the huge dark swell seemed to have swallowed them. And so + we strained eyes after them, just as if our own danger was not as great as + theirs; when suddenly a fearful cry for'ed was heard, and a voice called + out. 'She is sinking by the head!' + </p> + <p> + “And so it was. A crash like falling timber was heard above the storm and + the sea, and the 'Torch' rolled heavily from side to side, and then + plunged bowsprit down, and the boiling surf met over her. There was a wild + yell; some said it was a cheer; I thought it like a drowning cry,—and + I remember no more. That is, I have a kind of horrid dreamy remembrance of + buffeting in the waves, and shaking off a hand that grasped me by the + shoulder, and then feeling the water gathering over me as I grew more and + more exhausted. But the end of it was, I came to my senses some hours + after, and found myself in a hammock on board the 'Blanche,' with + twenty-eight of my comrades. All the rest—above two hundred and + fifty—had perished, the captain and the officers among them. + </p> + <p> + “The 'Blanche' was under orders for St. Domingo, and was in no way anxious + to have our company; and before a week was over we were drafted into a + small sloop of war, carrying eight guns, and called the 'Fawn,' She was + bound for England with despatches from Nelson,—one of their English + admirals they 're always talking about. This little craft could sail like + the wind, but she was crowded with sick and invalided men from some + foreign station, and there was not a place the size of a dog-kennel on + board of her that was not occupied. As for us, we were only prisoners, and + you may think they were n't very particular about our comforts; and so + they ranged us along under the bulwarks to leeward,—for they would + n't spoil her sailing trim by suffering us to sit to windward; and there + we were, drenched to the skin, and shivering from day to dark. + </p> + <p> + “Four days went over in this way, when, on the fifth, about eight o'clock + in the morning, the lookout announced several strange sail in sight; and + the same instant we perceived the officers setting the glasses to observe + them. We could remark that the sight did not seem to please them much; but + more we knew not, for we were not allowed to stand up nor look over the + bulwarks. The lieutenant of the watch called up the commander; and when he + came on deck he ordered the men to cram on more sail, and hold her head a + point or so off the wind; and as soon as it was done, the rushing noise at + the cutwater told the speed she was making through the sea. It was a fine + day, with a fresh breeze and a nice curl from the water; and it was a + handsome thing to see how the sloop bent to the gale and rose again, her + canvas white as snow and steady as a board; and we soon knew, from the + manner of the officers and the anxious looks they 'd give to leeward from + time to time, that another vessel was in chase of the 'Fawn.' Not a man + stirred on the deck save the lieutenant of the watch, who walked the + quarterdeck with his glass in his hand; now lifting it to his eye, and now + throwing a glance aloft to see how the sails were drawing. + </p> + <p> + “'She's gaining on us, sir,' cried the boatswain, as he went aloft, to the + lieutenant. 'Shall we ease her off a little more?' + </p> + <p> + “'No, no,' said he, impatiently. 'She's coming handover-hand now. Clear + the deck, and prepare for action.' + </p> + <p> + “My heart jumped to my throat as I heard the words; and waiting until the + lieutenant's back was turned, I stole my eyes above the bulwark, and + beheld the tall masts and taper spars of a frigate, all covered with + canvas, about two miles astern of us. She was a good-sized craft, + apparently of thirty-eight guns; but what I liked best about her was the + broad tricolor that fluttered from her masthead. Every curl that floated + on the breeze whispered liberty to my heart. + </p> + <p> + “'You know her?' said the lieutenant, laying his hand on my shoulder, + before I was aware he was behind me. 'What is she?' + </p> + <p> + “'Lend me your glass, Lieutenant, and perhaps I can tell you,' said I; and + with that he gave the telescope into my hand, and leaned on the bulwark + beside me. 'Ha!' said I, as soon as I caught the side of her hull, 'I + ought to know her well; I sailed in her for two years and a half. She's + the “Créole,” of thirty-eight guns, the fastest frigate in our navy; she + has six carronades on her quarterdeck, and never goes to sea without three + hundred and twenty men.' + </p> + <p> + “'If she had three tiers of them we 'd not flinch from her,' said a voice + behind. It was the commander himself, who was now in full uniform, and + wore a belt with four pistols stuck around it. + </p> + <p> + “There is no use in denying it,—the English prepared for action like + brave fellows, and soon cleared the deck of everything in the way of the + guns. But what use was it? In less than an hour the 'Créole' worked to + windward, and opened a fire from her long guns to which the other could + make no reply. There they came plumping in,—some into the hull, some + splintering through the bulwarks, and some crashing away through the + rigging; and all the crew could do was to repair the mischief the distant + cannonade was making. + </p> + <p> + “'It's a cowardly way your countrymen come into action, after all,' said + the lieutenant, as he watched the shot hopping and skipping along the + water to leeward. 'With four times our strength, they don't bear down and + encourage us.' + </p> + <p> + “As he spoke, a shot cut the peak halyards in two, and down came the spar + with a crash, carrying with it in its fall that ensign they 're so proud + of. It was all we could do, prisoners as we were, not to cheer at this; + but the faces around us did not encourage us to such a course, and we sat + silently watching them. + </p> + <p> + “The moment the accident happened, twenty stout fellows were clambering up + the rigging, and as many more engaged to repair the mischief. But suddenly + the commander whispered something to the lieutenant; the men were called + down again, and the craft was let fall off the wind, trailing the sails + and the tangled rigging over her sides. + </p> + <p> + “'And the prisoners, sir?' said the lieutenant, at the close of something + I could not hear. + </p> + <p> + “'Send them below,' was the short reply. + </p> + <p> + “'We cannot; the space between decks is crowded to suffocation. But here + she comes.' And, as he spoke, the frigate came bearing down in gallant + style, her whole deck swarming with men. + </p> + <p> + “'Down, men, down!' whispered the lieutenant, and he dropped on his knee + behind the bulwark, and motioned to the rest to kneel. And I now perceived + that every sailor had a drawn cutlass in his hand and pistols in his belt, + as he lay crouching on the deck. + </p> + <p> + “The frigate was now so close, I could hear the commands of the officers + on the quarterdeck, and the words 'Bas les branles'—the signal to + board—passed from mouth to mouth. The next instant, she closed on + us, and showed her tall sides towering above us. + </p> + <p> + “'Now, men!' cried the commander of the 'Fawn,' 'now, forward! 'All who + care to live, there's your ground,' said he, pointing to the frigate. + 'Such as like to die on a British deck, remain with me.' The boarders + sprang up the side of the 'Créole' before the crew could fasten the + grapples. <i>Tonnerre de Dieu!</i> what a moment it was! The fellows + cheered like madmen, as they poured in to certain death; the lieutenant + himself was one of the first on board, and fell back the same instant, + dead upon his own deck. The struggle was a bloody but brief one; for a few + minutes the English pressed our men back, and gained a footing on the + quarterdeck, but a murderous fire from the tops cut them down in numbers, + and they now fought, not for victory, but vengeance. + </p> + <p> + “'Now, Captain, now!' screamed a youth, in a lieutenant's uniform, but all + covered with blood, and his face gashed with a cutlass-wound, as he leaned + over the bulwark of the 'Créole,' and waved his cap in the air. + </p> + <p> + “'I'm ready,' replied the English commander, and sprang down the main + hatchway as he spoke, with a pistol in his hand. At the same instant, a + fearful cry burst forth from the prisoners; for, with the instinct of + despair, they guessed his desperate resolve was to blow up the vessel. We + were tied, wrist to wrist, and the rope run through the blocks at our back + in such a way as to prevent our moving more than a few inches. But what + will not the fear of a dreadful death do? With one unanimous effort we + tore the lashings in pieces, and got free. I was myself the first at + liberty, and sprang towards the 'Creole.' Alas! they had divined the awful + doom awaiting us, and were endeavoring to shove off at once. Already there + were some ten or twelve feet between the vessels. I rushed forward to gain + the bowsprit, a vague hope of escape suggesting the effort. As I did so, + my eyes caught sight of a book, which, with his hat, the captain threw + from him as he hastened below. I stooped down and put it in my bosom,—why, + I know not. Life, and life only, was my thought at that moment. Then, with + lightning's speed, I ran along the deck, and out on the bowsprit. + </p> + <p> + “At this instant, the frigate shot ahead of us; I made a leap, the last + effort of despair, and caught the fluke of the anchor; a friendly hand + threw me a rope and dragged me on the deck. As I gained it, a thunderclap, + louder than ten broadsides, broke forth, and the frigate fell over on one + side as if sinking; while over her rigging and her masts flew spars and + timbers, blazing and burning, amid a black smoke that filled the air on + every side. Every man about dropped wounded or terrified on the deck, + where they lay amid the falling fire of the wreck, and the terrible + carnage. I wiped the blood from my eyes, for I was bleeding profusely from + a splinter cut, and looked about me. The deck was a mass of dead and + dying; their piercing cries and groans were maddening to hear. The + frigate, however, was flying fast through the water; the 'Fawn' was gone!” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Tête-bleue!</i> he blew her up?” said three or four in a breath. + </p> + <p> + Paul nodded, and resumed:— + </p> + <p> + “Ay, Comrades, and the half-dozen of her crew who stood alive on our + quarterdeck cheered the explosion as if it was a victory; and one fellow, + as he lay bleeding on the planks, cried out, 'See, there; look, if our gay + flag is not high above yours, as it always will be! 'And that time he was + right, for the spar that bore it was nigh the clouds. + </p> + <p> + “Well, to finish my story: In eight days we made Brest, and all of us who + were wounded were sent on shore to the naval hospital. A sorry set we + were; most of us disabled by splinter-wounds, and many obliged to suffer + amputation. I was about again sooner than the rest, and was sent for one + morning on board the admiral's ship, to give some account of the 'Fawn,' + of which they never could hear enough; and when I came to that part where + I made my escape, they all began a-laughing at my stopping to take up a + book at such a moment. And one of the lieutenants said, jokingly,— + </p> + <p> + “'Well, Paul, I suppose it was the Englishman's breviary saved your life, + was n't it?' + </p> + <p> + “'No, Lieutenant,' said I; 'but you 'd be mighty proud this day to have + that same breviary in your possession.' + </p> + <p> + “'How so, good fellow?' said the admiral himself, old Villaret Joyeuse, + who always talked like one of ourselves. 'What is this book, then, that is + so precious?' + </p> + <p> + “'I 'll show it you, sir, because I 've no fear of foul play at your + hands; but there's not another man of the fleet I 'd let see it,' And with + that I took it out of my breast, where I always carried it, and gave it to + him. Ah! if you'd seen his face,—how it flushed up as he turned over + the leaves, and how his eyes sparkled with fire! + </p> + <p> + “'Paul Dupont,' said he, 'are you aware what this is?' + </p> + <p> + “'Yes, Admiral,' said I, 'as well as you are.' + </p> + <p> + “'Your fortune's made, then, my brave fellow,' said he, slapping me on the + shoulder. 'The finest frigate in the English navy is a less prize than + this.' + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mille tonnerres!</i> how the others stared at me then. But I stood + without minding how they looked, for I was the same Paul Dupont they + laughed at a few minutes before. + </p> + <p> + “Meanwhile the admiral laid down the book on the table, and covered it + with his cocked hat; and then taking a pen he wrote some lines on a piece + of paper before him. + </p> + <p> + “'Will that do, Paul?' said he, handing it towards me. + </p> + <p> + “It was just this: 'Bureau of the Marine, Brest. Pay Paul Dupont the sum + of ten thousand francs, for service rendered to his Imperial Majesty, and + attested in a note by me Villaret Joyeuse, Admiral of France.' + </p> + <p> + “I could scarce read the lines, Comrades, for pure passion. + </p> + <p> + “'Ten thousand francs!' said I at last, as soon as I found breath,—'ten + thousand francs!' + </p> + <p> + “'What!' cried the admiral, 'not content? Well, then, thou shalt have + more; but I have rarely met one of your cloth with so mercenary a spirit.' + </p> + <p> + “'Stay, Admiral,' said I, as I saw him about to write a new order; 'we + both are in an error here. You mistake me, and I you. An old admiral of + the fleet ought to know his sailors better than to think that money is + their highest reward; it never was so at least with Paul Dupont Let me + have my book again.' + </p> + <p> + “'Come, come, Paul; I believe I understand you now,' laid he. 'Your + warrant shall be made out this day.' + </p> + <p> + “'No, Admiral, it's too late,' said I. 'If that had come first, and from + yourself, all well; but it looks like a bargain now, and I 'll not have + promotion that way.' + </p> + <p> + “'Mort du diable!' said he, stamping with passion. 'But they 're all the + same; these Bretons are as brutal in their obstinacy as their own cattle.' + </p> + <p> + “'You say true, Admiral,' said I; 'but if they're obstinate in wrong, + they're resolute in right. You are a Breton gentleman; give me back my + book.' + </p> + <p> + “'Take it,' said he, flinging it at me, 'and let me never see your face + again.' And with that he left the cabin, and banged the door after him in + a rage. + </p> + <p> + “And so, I went my way, Comrades, back to my ship, and served for many a + long year after, carrying that book always in my breast, and thinking to + myself, 'Well, what if thou art only a boatswain, Paul; thou hast + wherewithal in thy keeping to make thee a commodore any day.'” + </p> + <p> + “And what can it be, then, this book?” said the party, in a breath. + </p> + <p> + “You shall see,” said Paul, solemnly; “for though I have never shown it + since, nor have I ever told the story before, here it is.” + </p> + <p> + With these words he drew from his bosom a small square volume, bound in + vellum, and fastened by a clasp; lettered on the cover, “Signals of the + Channel Fleet.” + </p> + <p> + This was the secret of honest Paul's life; and as he turned over the + leaves, he expatiated with eloquent delight on the various British emblems + which were represented there, in all their brilliant coloring. + </p> + <p> + “That double streak of yellow on the black is to make all sail, Comrades,” + said he. “Whenever they see us standing out to sea you may remark that + signal flying.” + </p> + <p> + “And what is this large blue flag here, with all the colored bars across + it?” said one. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” cried another, “they're very fond of that ensign; what can it be?” + </p> + <p> + “Close action,” growled out Paul, sullenly, who didn't fancy even the + reflective praise this question implied to the hated rival. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sacrebleu!</i>” said a third, “they've no other to announce a victory. + Look here; it is the same flag for both.” + </p> + <p> + Paul shut up the book at this, with a muttered curse, which might have + been intended either for his comrades or the English, or both together, + and the whole party became suddenly silent. + </p> + <p> + It was now that the landlord's tact became conspicuous; for instead of any + condoling expressions on what might have been deemed the unsuccessful + result of Paul's career, he affected to think that the brave seaman was + more to be envied for the possession of that volume than if he walked the + deck an admiral of France. + </p> + <p> + This flattery, aided by a fresh supply of Burgundy, had full success; and + from story-telling the party fell to singing,—the songs being only a + more boastful detail of their prowess at sea than their prose narratives; + and even here Paul maintained his supremacy. + </p> + <p> + Sleep, however, stronger than self-glorification and pride, fell on the + party one by one, and they lay down at last on the tables and benches, and + slumbered heavily. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. A MOONLIGHT RECOGNITION + </h2> + <p> + I sat on my bed in the little chamber allotted me, and as the bright + moonlight streamed along the floor, and lit up the wide landscape without, + I hesitated within myself whether I should await the morning, or at once + set forth on my way to the coast. It was true the abbé had not arrived; + and without him I knew nothing of the vessel, nor where she lay, much less + by what means I should induce the crew to receive me as a passenger. But + my heart was fixed on gaining the coast; once there, I felt that the sea + alone rolled between me and my country, and I had little doubt some means + of escape would present itself. + </p> + <p> + The desire to return to Ireland, long stilled, was now become a passion. I + thought some new career must there open for me, and in its active + vicissitudes I should make amends for the wearisome languor of my late + life. What this novel path was to be, and where to lead, I cannot say; nor + am I able now, in looking back, to guess by what sophistry I persuaded + myself into this belief. It was the last ray of hope within me, however, + and I cherished it only the more fondly for its very uncertainty. + </p> + <p> + As I sat thus deliberating with myself what course to take, the door was + cautiously opened, and the landlord entered. + </p> + <p> + “He is come,” whispered he; “and, thank Heaven! not too late.” + </p> + <p> + “The abbé?” inquired I. + </p> + <p> + “No, not the abbé; but the Comte de Chambord. The abbé will not venture; + but it matters not, if you will. The letters are all ready; the sloop is + off the coast; the wind is fair—” + </p> + <p> + “And not a moment to be lost,” added a deep, low voice, as the figure of a + tall man, wrapped in a travelling cloak, darkened the doorway. “Leave us, + Pierre; this is the gentleman, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” said the landlord. “Should you need a light, I 'll bring one.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, friend; we can dispense with any, save what the moon affords + us.” + </p> + <p> + As the door closed on the retiring figure of the host, the stranger took + his place beside me on the bed, and in a low voice thus began:— + </p> + <p> + “I only know, sir, that you have the full confidence of one of my + stanchest and best friends, who tells me that you are willing to incur + great risk, provided you gain the chance of reaching your native land. + That chance—nay, I will call it that certainty—lies in my + power; and, in return for the assistance, are you willing to do me a + service?” + </p> + <p> + “I served the Emperor, sir; ask me not anything unworthy of one who wore + his epaulette. Aught else, if it be but honorable and fair, I 'll do.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no leisure for casuistry, nor is it my humor, sir,” replied he + angrily. “Neither do I seek any wondrous devotion at your hands. The + service is an easy one: costs nothing at the present; involves nothing for + the future.” + </p> + <p> + “The slight value you place upon it may detract but little from my + objection,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Sacré ciel!</i>” exclaimed he, in a louder voice, as he sprang from + the bed and clasped his hands before him. “Is it to be ever thus? Is every + step we take to be marred by some unlooked for casualty? Is the stamp of + fear and vacillation to be on every act of our lives? This abbé, the + creature we have made, the man whose fortune is our handiwork, could + render but one service to our cause; and he fails us in our need. And now, + you—” + </p> + <p> + “Beware, sir, how you speak to one who has never been accustomed to hear + his name slightingly used nor his honor impugned. With your cause, + whatever it be, I have no sympathy. Remember that; and remember, also, we + are strangers to each other.” + </p> + <p> + “No, <i>par Saint Denis!</i> that we are not!” said he, seizing me by the + arm, as he turned his head round, and stared me steadfastly in the face. + “It was but this instant I deemed my fortune at the worst; and now I find + myself mistaken. Do you know me now?” said he, throwing off his travelling + cap, and letting his cloak fall from his shoulders to the ground. + </p> + <p> + “De Beauvais!” exclaimed I, thunderstruck at the sight. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; the same De Beauvais whose fortunes you have blighted, whose + honor you have tarnished—Interrupt me not. The mill at Hôlbrun + witnessed the latter, if even the former were an error; and now we meet + once more.” + </p> + <p> + “Not as enemies, however; at least on my side. You may persist, if you + will, in attributing to me wrongs I never inflicted. I can better bear the + imputation, unjust though it be, than involve myself in any quarrel with + one I feel no anger towards. I was in hopes a few hours hence might have + seen me on my way from France forever; but here, or elsewhere, I will not + reply to your enmity.” + </p> + <p> + De Beauvais made no reply as I concluded, but with his arms crossed, and + head bent down, seemed lost in thought. + </p> + <p> + “And so,” said he, at length, in a slow, sad voice, “you have not found + the service of the Usurper as full of promise as you hoped; you have + followed his banner long enough to learn how mean a thing even ambition + may be, and how miserably selfish is the highest aspiration of an + adventurer!” + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor was my good master,” said I, sternly; “it would ill become me + to vent my disappointment on aught save my own demerits.” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen as slight deservings bring a high reward, notwithstanding,” + replied he; “ay, and win their meed of praise from lips whose eulogy was + honor. There was a service, Burke—” + </p> + <p> + “Stay, no more of this!” said I. “You are unjust to your own cause and to + me, if you deem that the hour of baffled hopes is that in which I could + see its justice. <i>You</i> are true and faithful to one whose fortunes + look darkly. I respect the fidelity, while I will not follow its dictates. + I leave the path where fame and riches abound; I only ask you to believe + that I do so with honor. Let us part, then.” + </p> + <p> + “Where do you mean to go, hence?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not; a prospect of escape had led me hither. I must now bethink me + of some other course.” + </p> + <p> + “Burke, I am your debtor for one kindness, at least,” said De Beauvais, + after a brief pause. “You saved my life at the risk of your own. The night + at the Château d'Ancre should never be forgotten by me; nor had it been, + if I did not revenge my own disappointed hopes, in not seducing you to our + cause, upon yourself. It may be that I wrong you in everything as in + this.” + </p> + <p> + “Believe me, that you do, De Beauvais.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it as it may, I am your debtor. I came here to-night to meet one who + had pledged himself to perform a service. He has failed in his promise; + will you take his place? The same means of escape shall be yours. All the + precautions for his safety and sure conduct shall be taken in your behalf. + I ask no pledge for the honorable discharge of what I seek at your hands, + save your mere assent.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it you require of me?” + </p> + <p> + “That you deliver these letters to their several addresses; that you do so + with your own hands; that when questioned, as you may be, on the state of + France, you will not answer as the partisan of the Usurper.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand you. Enough: I refuse your offer. Your zeal for the cause + you serve must indeed be great when it blinds you to all consideration for + one placed as I am.” + </p> + <p> + “It has made me forget more, sir, far more than that, as I might prove to + you, were I to tell what my life has been for two years past. But for such + forgetfulness there is an ample recompense, a glorious one,—the + memory of our king.” He paused at these words, and in his tremulous voice + and excited gesture I could read the passion that worked within him. + “Come, then; there shall be no more question of a compact between us. I + ask no conditions, I seek for no benefits: you shall escape. Take my + horse; my servant, who is also mounted, will accompany you to Beudron, + where you will find fresh horses in readiness. This passport will prevent + all interruption or delay; it is countersigned by Fouché himself. At + Lisieux, which you will reach by sunset, you can leave the cattle, and the + boy of the cabaret will be your guide to the Falaise de Biville. The tide + will ebb at eleven o'clock, and a rocket from the sloop will be your + signal to embark.” + </p> + <p> + “And for this I can render nothing in return?” said I, sadly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. It may be that in your own country you will hear the followers of + our king scoffed at and derided,—called fools or fanatics, perhaps + worse. I would only ask of you to bear witness that they are at least + ardent in the cause they have sworn to uphold, and firm to the faith to + which they have pledged themselves. This is the only service you can + render us, but it is no mean one. And now, farewell!” + </p> + <p> + “Farewell, De Beauvais! But ere we separate forever, let me hear from your + lips that you bear me no enmity; that we are friends, as we used to be.” + </p> + <p> + “Here is my hand. I care not if you injured me once; we can be friends + now, for we are little likely to meet again as enemies. Adieu!” + </p> + <p> + While De Beauvais left the room to order the horses to be in readiness, + the landlord entered it, and seemed to busy himself most eagerly in + preparing my knapsack for the road. + </p> + <p> + “I trust you will be many a mile hence ere the day breaks,” said he, with + an anxiety I could ill comprehend, but which at the time I attributed to + his desire for the safety of one intrusted with an important mission. “And + now, here come the horses.'” + </p> + <p> + A moment more, and I was seated in the saddle. A brief word at parting was + all De Beauvais spoke, and turned away; and the minute after I was + hurrying onward towards Beudron. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. THE FALAISE DE BIVILLE. + </h2> + <p> + Everything occurred as De Beauvais had predicted. The authorities in the + little villages we passed glanced at my passport, and as instantaneously + handed it back, and we journeyed like couriers of the Emperor, without + halt or impediment. + </p> + <p> + We reached Lisieux early in the evening, where, having dismissed the + servant and horses, I took my way on foot towards a small fishing village, + called La Hupe, where at a certain cabaret I was to find my guide to + Biville. + </p> + <p> + The address of the sailor written on a card, and marked with a peculiar + cipher by De Beauvais, was at once recognized by the old Norman, who + welcomed me with a rude but kindly hospitality. + </p> + <p> + “Thou art more like a man to make this venture than the last three who + came down here,” said he, as he slowly measured me with his eye from head + to foot. “These priests they sent us never dared even to look at the + coast, much less to descend the cliffs; but thou hast a look about thee of + another fashion. And now, the first thing is to have something to eat, and + I promise thee a <i>goutte</i> of brandy will not be amiss to prepare thee + for what is before thee.” + </p> + <p> + “Is there, then, so much of danger in the descent?” + </p> + <p> + “Not if a man's head be steady and his hand firm; but he must have both, + and a stout heart to guide them, or the journey is not over-pleasant. Art + thou cool enough in time of peril to remember what has been told thee for + thy guidance?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I hope I can promise so much.” + </p> + <p> + “Then thou art all safe; so eat away, and leave the rest to me.” + </p> + <p> + Although the sailor's words had stimulated my curiosity in the highest + degree, I repressed every semblance of the feeling, and ate my supper with + a well-feigned appearance of easy indifference; while he questioned me + about the hopes of the Bourbon party in their secret machinations, with a + searching inquisitiveness that often nearly baffled all my ingenuity in + reply. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! <i>par Saint Denis!</i>” said he, with a deep sigh, “I see well thou + hast small hope now; and, in truth, I feel as thou dost. When George + Cadoudal and his brave fellows failed, where are we to look for success? I + mind well the night he supped here.” + </p> + <p> + “Here, said you?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, where you sit now,—on the same seat. There was an English + officer with him. He wore a blue uniform, and sat yonder, beneath that + fishing-net; the others were hid along the shore.” + </p> + <p> + “Was it here they landed, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, to be sure, at the Falaise; there is not another spot to land on for + miles along the coast.” + </p> + <p> + The old sailor then began a circumstantial account of the arrival of + George and his accomplices from England; and told how they had one by one + scaled the cliffs by means of a cord, well known in these parts, called + the “smuggler's rope.” “Thou shalt see the spot now,” added he, “for + there's the signal yonder.” + </p> + <p> + He pointed as he spoke to an old ruined tower, which crowned a cliff about + half a mile distant, and from a loophole in which I could see a branch of + ivy waving, as though moved by the wind. + </p> + <p> + “And what may that mean?” + </p> + <p> + “The cutter is in sight; as the wind is off shore, she 'll be able to come + in close to-night. Indeed, if it blew from the westward, she dared not + venture nearer, nor thou, either, go down to meet her. So, now let's be + moving.” + </p> + <p> + About twenty minutes' walking brought us to the old signal-tower, on + looking from the window of which I beheld the sea plashing full three + hundred feet beneath. The dark rocks, fissured by time and weather, were + abrupt as a wall, and in some places even overhung the waves that rolled + heavily below. Masses of tangled seaweed and shells, which lay in the + crevices of the cliffs, showed where in times of storm the wild waters + were thrown; while lower down, amid fragments of rocks, the heavy beams + and planks of shipwrecked vessels surged with every motion of the tide. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot see the cutter now,” said the old sailor,—“the setting + sun leaves a haze over the sea; but in a few minutes more we shall see + her.” + </p> + <p> + “I am rather looking for the pathway down this bold cliff,” replied I, as + I strained my eyes to catch something like a way to descend by. + </p> + <p> + “Then throw thine eyes in this direction,” said the sailor, as he pointed + straight down beneath the window of the tower. “Seest thou that chain + there? Well, follow it a little farther, and thou may'st mark a piece of + timber jutting from the rock.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I see it plainly.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the path thou asketh for is beneath that spar. It is a good rope of + stout hemp, and has carried the weight of many a brave fellow before now.” + </p> + <p> + “The smuggler's rope?” + </p> + <p> + “The same. Art afraid to venture, now thou seest the place?” + </p> + <p> + “You'll not find me so, friend. I have seen danger as close before now, + and did not blink it.” + </p> + <p> + “Mark me well, then,” said he, laying his hand on my arm. “When thou + readiest that rope, thou wilt let thyself cautiously down to a small + projecting point of rock; we cannot see it here, but thou wilt soon + discern it in the descent. The rope from this goes no farther, for that + spot is nigh sixty fathom below us. From thence the cliff slopes sharply + down about thirty or forty feet. Here thou must creep cautiously,—for + the moss is dry and slippery at this season,—till thou nearest the + edge. Mark me well, now: near the edge thou'lt find a large stone + fast-rooted in the ground; and around that another rope is fastened, by + which thou may'st reach the bottom of the precipice. There is but one + place of peril in the whole.” + </p> + <p> + “The sloping bank, you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; that bit will try thy nerve. Remember, if thy foot slip, there's + nothing to stop thy fall; the cliff is rounded over the edge, and the blue + sea beats two hundred feet below it. And see! look yonder, far away there! + Seest thou the twinkling, as of a small star, on the water?” + </p> + <p> + “The cutter will throw up a rocket, will she not?” + </p> + <p> + “A rocket!” repeated he, contemptuously; “that's some landsman's story + thou hast been listening to. A rocket would bring the whole fleet of boats + from Tréport on her. No, no; they know better than that: the faintest + glimmer of a fishing-craft is all they 'll dare to show. But see how + steadily it burns now! we must make the signal seawards.” + </p> + <p> + “Halloo, Joseph! a light there.” + </p> + <p> + A boy's voice answered from the upper part of the tower,—the same + figure who made the signal towards the shore, and whose presence there I + had altogether forgotten; and in a few minutes a red glare on the rocks + below showed that the old man's command was obeyed, and the beacon + lighted. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! they see it already,” cried he, triumphantly, pointing seawards; + “they've extinguished the light now, but will show it again, from time to + time.” + </p> + <p> + “But tell me, friend, how happens it that the marines of the Guard, who + line this coast, do not perceive these signals?” + </p> + <p> + “And who tells thee that they do not? They may be looking, as we are now, + at that same craft, and watching Her as she beats in shore; but they know + better than to betray us. Ah, <i>ma foi!</i> the 'contrebande' is better + than the Government. Enough for them if they catch some poor English + prisoner now and then, and have him shot; that contents the Emperor, as + they call him, and he thinks the service all that is brave and vigilant. + But as to us, it is our own fault if we fall in with them; it would need + the rocket you spoke of a while ago to shame them into it. There, look + again,—thou seest how far in shore they've made already; the cutter + is stealing fast along the water. Answer the signal, Joseph.” + </p> + <p> + The boy replenished the fire with some dry wood, and it blazed up + brilliantly, illuminating the gray cliffs and dark rocks, on which the + night was fast falling, but leaving all beyond its immediate sphere in + deepest blackness. + </p> + <p> + “I see not, friend, by what means I am to discover this sloping cliff, + much less guide my way along it,” said I, as I gazed over the precipice, + and tried to penetrate the gloomy abyss below me. + </p> + <p> + “Thou 'lt have the moon at full in less than two hours; and if thou 'lt + take a friend's counsel, thou 'lt have a sleep ere that time. Lay thee + down yonder on those rushes; I 'll awake thee when time comes for it.” + </p> + <p> + The rather that I resolved to obey my old guide in his every direction, + than from any desire for slumber at such a time, I followed his advice, + and threw myself full length in a corner of the tower. In the perfect + stillness of the hour, the sea alone was heard, surging in slow, minute + peals through many a deep cavern below; and then, gathering for fresh + efforts, it swelled and beat against the stern rocks in passionate fury. + Such sounds, heard in the silence of the night, are of the saddest; nor + was their influence lightened by the low, monotonous chant of the old + sailor, who, seated in a corner, began to repair a fishing-net, as he sang + to himself some ditty of the sea. + </p> + <p> + How strangely came the thought to my mind, that all the peril I once + incurred to reach France, the hoped-for, wished-for land, I should again + brave to escape from its shores! Every dream of boyish ambition + dissipated, every high hope flown, I was returning to my country as poor + and humble as I left it, but with a heart shorn of all the enthusiasm that + gave life its coloring. In what way I could shape my future career I was + not able even to guess; a vague leaning to some of England's distant + colonies, some new world beyond the seas, being all my imagination could + frame of my destiny. A sudden flash of light, illuminating the whole + interior of the tower, startled me from my musings, while the sailor + called out,— + </p> + <p> + “Come, wake up, friend! The cutter is standing in close, and a signal to + make haste flying from her mast.” + </p> + <p> + I sprang to my legs, and looked out. The sea was all freckled with the + moonlight, and the little craft shone like silver, as the bright beams + glanced on her white sails. The tall cliffs alone preserved their gloom, + and threw a dark and frowning shadow over the waves beneath them. + </p> + <p> + “I can see nothing close to shore,” said I, pointing to the dark rocks + beneath the window. + </p> + <p> + “Thou'lt have the moon presently; she's rising above the crest of the + hill, and then the cliffs are clear as at noonday. So, make haste! strap + on that knapsack on your shoulder; high up, mind; and give thine arms full + play,—that's it. Now fasten thy shoes over all; thou wert not about + to wear them, surely?” said he in a tone almost derisive. “Take care, in + keeping from the face of the rock, not to sway the rope; it wears the + cordage. And, above all, mind well when thou reachest the cliff below; let + not thy hold go before thou hast well felt thy footing. See, the moon is + up already!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, a vast sheet of yellow light seemed to creep over the whole + face of the precipice, displaying every crag and projection, and making + every spot of verdure or rock brilliant in color; while, many a fathom + down below, the heavy waves were seen,—now rising in all their + majestic swell, now pouring back in their thousand cataracts from every + fissure in the precipice. So terribly distinct did each object show, so + dreadfully was each distance marked, I felt that all its former gloom and + darkness were not one half so thrilling as that moonlight splendor. + </p> + <p> + “La bonne Marie guard thee now!” said the old seaman, as he wrung my hand + in his strong fingers. “Be steady and cool of head, and there is no + danger; and look not downwards till thou hast got accustomed to the + cliff.” + </p> + <p> + As he said this, he opened a small door at the foot of the tower stair, + and passing through himself, desired me to follow. I did so, and now found + myself on a narrow ledge of rock, directly over the crag; below, at about + ten feet, lay the chain to which the rope was attached, and to reach it + was not the least perilous part of the undertaking. But in this I was + assisted by the old man, who, passing a rope through a massive iron + staple, gradually lowered me till my hand came opposite the chain. + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast it now,” cried he, as he saw me disengage one hand and grasp + the iron links firmly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, all safe! Good-by, friend; good-by!” + </p> + <p> + “Wait yet,” cried he again. “Let not go the cord before thou thinkest a + minute or so; I have known more than one change his mind when he felt + himself where thou art.” + </p> + <p> + “Mine is made up. Farewell!” + </p> + <p> + “Stay, stay!” shouted he rapidly. “See, thou hast forgotten this purse on + the rock here; wait, and I will lower it with a cord.” + </p> + <p> + By this time I had grasped the chain firmly with both hands, and with the + resolve of one who felt life depend on his own firmness, I began the + descent. The old man's voice, as he muttered a prayer for my safety, grew + fainter and fainter, till at length it ceased to reach my ears altogether. + </p> + <p> + Then, for the first time, did my heart sink within me. The words of one + human being, faint and broken by distance, suggested a sense of sympathy + which nerved my courage and braced my arm; but the dreary silence that + followed, only broken by the booming of the sea below, was awful beyond + measure. + </p> + <p> + Hand below hand I went, the space seeming never to lessen, as I strained + my eyes to catch the cliff where the first rope ended. Time, as in some + fearful dream, seemed protracted to years long; and I already anticipated + the moment when, my strength failing, my hands would relinquish their + hold, and I should be dashed upon the dark rocks below. The very + sea-birds, which I startled in my descent, wheeled round my head, piercing + the air with their shrill cries, and as if impatient for a prey. Above my + head the frowning cliff beetled darkly; below, a depth unfathomable seemed + to stretch, from whose black abyss arose the wild sounds of beating waves. + More than once, too, I thought that the rope had given way above, and that + I was actually falling through the air,—and held my breath in + horror; then, again, the idea flashed upon me that death inevitable + awaited me, and I fancied in the singing billows I could hear the wild + shouts of demons rejoicing over my doom. + </p> + <p> + Through all these maddening visions, the instinct to preserve my life held + its strong sway, and I clutched the knotted rope with the eager grasp of a + drowning man; when suddenly I felt my foot strike a rock beneath, and then + discovered I was on the cliff of which the sailor had told me. In a few + seconds the sense of security imparted a thrill of pleasure to my heart, + and I uttered a prayer of thankfulness for my safety. + </p> + <p> + But the fearful conviction of greater danger as suddenly succeeded. The + rope I had so long trusted terminated here; the end hung listlessly on the + rock, and from thence to the brow of the cliff nothing remained to afford + a grip save the short moss and the dried ferns withered with the sun. The + surface of this frightful ledge sloped rapidly towards the edge where was + the rock around which the rope was tied. + </p> + <p> + Fatigued by my previous exertion I sat down on that moss-grown cliff and + gazed out upon the sea, along which the cutter came, proudly dashing the + spray from her bows, and bending gracefully with every wave. She was + standing fearlessly in, for the wind was off the land, and, as she swept + along, I could have fancied her directly beneath my very feet. + </p> + <p> + Arousing myself from the momentary stupor of my faculties, I began to + creep down the cliff; but so slippery had the verdure become by heat, that + I could barely sustain myself by grasping the very earth with my fingers. + Aloud “Halloo!” was shouted from the craft, and arose in many an echo + around me; I tried to reply, but could not. A second cheer saluted me, but + I did not endeavor to answer it. The moment was full of peril. I had come + to the last spot which offered a hold, and below me, at some feet, lay the + rock, hanging, as it were, over the precipice; it seemed to me as though a + sea-bird's weight might have sent it thundering into the depth beneath. + The moon was on it, and I could see the rope coiled twice around it, and + knotted carefully. What would I have given in that terrible minute for one + tuft of grass, one slender bough, even enough to have sustained my weight + for a second or two, until I should grasp the cord! But none was there. + </p> + <p> + A louder cry from the cutter now rang in my ears, and the dreadful thought + of destruction now flashed on me. I fixed my eyes on the rock to measure + the place; and then, turning with my face towards the cliff, I suffered + myself to slip downwards. At first I went slowly; then faster and faster. + At last my legs passed over the brow of the precipice. I was falling! My + head reeled. I uttered a cry, and in an agony of despair threw out my + hands. They caught the rope. Knot after knot slipped past my fingers in + the descent ere my senses became sufficiently clear to know what was + occurring. But even then the instinct of self-preservation was stronger + than reason; for I afterwards learned from the boat's crew with what skill + I guided myself along the face of the cliff, avoiding every difficulty of + the jagged rocks, and tracking my way like the most experienced climber. + </p> + <p> + I stood upon a broad fiat rock, over which white sheets of foam were + dashing. Oh, how I loved to see them curling on my feet t I could have + kissed the bright water on which the moonbeams sported, for the moment of + danger was passed; the shadow of a dreadful death had moved from my soul. + What cared I now for the boiling surf that toiled and fretted about me? + The dangers of the deep were as nothing to that I escaped from; and when + the cutter's boat came bounding towards me, I minded not the oft-repeated + warnings of the sailors, but plunging in, I dashed towards her on a + retreating wave, and was dragged on board almost lifeless from my + struggles. + </p> + <p> + The red glare of the signal-fire was blazing from the old tower as we got + under weigh. I felt my eyes riveted on it as I lay on the deck of the + little vessel, which now stood out to sea in gallant style. It was my last + look of France, and so I felt it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. THE LANDING + </h2> + <p> + With the crew of the cutter I had little intercourse. They were Jerseymen,—that + hybrid race, neither French nor English,—who followed the trade of + spies and smugglers, and were true to nothing save their own interests. + The skipper, a coarse, ill-featured fellow, in no respect superior to the + others, leisurely perused the letter De Beauvais gave me on my departure; + then, tearing it slowly, threw the pieces into the fire. + </p> + <p> + “What, then, is this?” said he, taking up a sealed packet, which I now for + the first time perceived was fastened to my knapsack. “It seems meant for + me; look at the address, 'Jacques Oloquette, on board the “Rouge + Galant."'” And so saying, he broke the seal, and bent over the contents. + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” cried he, in a voice of triumphant delight, “this is a prize worth + having,—the English signal-book!” And he held up the little volume + which Paul Dupont had rescued from the “Fawn.” + </p> + <p> + “How came it here?” said I, horror-struck at the loss the poor sailor had + sustained. + </p> + <p> + “Old Martin, of the 'Star,' tells me he stole it from a marine of the + Guard, and that it cost him twenty-four flasks of his best Pomard before + the fellow and his companions were drunk enough to make the theft + practicable.” + </p> + <p> + I remembered at once the eagerness of the landlord for my departure, and + the hurried anxiety of his wish that morning might find me miles off on my + journey, as well as the care he bestowed on strapping my knapsack, and saw + how all had occurred. + </p> + <p> + “I knew most of them already,” continued the skipper. “But here is one + will serve our turn well now,—the very thing we wanted, for it saves + all delay and stoppage. That flag is the signal for Admiralty despatches, + which are often brought by small craft like ours when they can't spare + cruisers. We 'll soon rig it out, you 'll see, and run down Channel with + all our canvas set.” + </p> + <p> + He went aft as he spoke; and in a few seconds the cutter's head was + directed straight towards the English coast, while, crowding on more sail, + she seemed to fly through the water. + </p> + <p> + The cheering freshness of the sea-breeze, the sense of danger past, the + hope of escape, all combining, raised my spirits and elevated my courage; + but through all, I felt grieved beyond measure at the loss of poor Paul + Dupont,—the prize the honest fellow valued next to life itself, if + not above it, taken from him in the very moment of his exultation! + Besides, I could not help feeling that suspicion must light on me from my + sudden disappearance; and my indignation was deep, to think how such an + imputation would tarnish the honor of that service I gloried in so much. + “How far may such a calumny spread?” thought I. “How many lips may repeat + the tale, and none be able to deny it?” Deep as was my regret at the brave + Breton's loss, my anger for its consequences was still deeper; and I would + willingly have perilled all my hope of reaching England to have been able + to restore the book into Paul's own hand. + </p> + <p> + These feelings did not tend to draw me closer in intimacy with the + skipper; whose pleasure at the acquisition was only heightened by the + subtlety of its accomplishment, and who seemed never so happy as when + repeating some fragment of the landlord's letter, and rejoicing at the + discomfiture the brave sailor must have experienced on discovering his + loss. To witness the gratification a coarse nature feels in some unworthy + but successful action, is the heaviest penalty an honorable mind can + experience when unhappily its possessor has been in any way accessory to + the result. With these reflections I fell off to sleep, and never woke + till the bright sun was shining over the white-crested water, and the + craft breasting the waves with a strong breeze upon her canvas. + </p> + <p> + As we held on down Channel, we passed several ships of war beating up for + Spithead; but our blue bunting, curiously streaked with white, was a + signal which all acknowledged, and none ventured to retard. Thus passed + the first day: as night was falling, we beheld the Needles on our lee, and + with a freshening breeze, held on our course. + </p> + <p> + A second morning broke. And now the sea was covered with the white sails + of a magnificent fleet, bound for the West Indies; at least, so the + skipper pronounced it. It was indeed a glorious sight to see the mighty + vessels obeying the signals of the flag-ship, and shaping their course + through the blue water as if instinct with life and reason. They were far + seaward of us, however; for now we hugged the land, as the skipper was + only desirous of an opportunity to land me unobserved before he proceeded + on his own more immediate enterprise,—the smuggling of some + hogsheads of brandy on the coasts of Ireland. + </p> + <p> + Left to my own thoughts,—the memories of my past life,—I + dreamed away the hours unconsciously, and as the time sped on, I knew not + of its flight. Some strange sail, seen from afar off, would for an instant + arouse my attention; but it was a mere momentary effect, and I fell back + into my musings, as though they had never been interrupted. As I look back + upon that voyage now, and think of the dreamy listlessness in which its + hours were passed, I can half fancy that certain periods of our lives are + destined to sustain the part which night performs in our daily existence, + and by their monotony contribute to that renewal of energy and vigor so + essential after times of labor and exertion. It seemed to me as though, + the period of exertion past, I was regaining in rest and repose the power + for future action; and I canvassed every act of the past to teach me more + of my own heart, and to instruct me for my guidance in life after. + </p> + <p> + “You can land now, whenever you please,” said the skipper to me, as by a + faint moonlight we moved along the waveless sea. “We can put you ashore at + any moment here.” + </p> + <p> + I started with as much surprise as though the thought had never occurred + to me; and without replying, I leaned over the bulwark, and gazed at the + faint shadows of tall headlands about three miles distant. + </p> + <p> + “How do you call that bluff yonder?” said I, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + “Wicklow Head.” + </p> + <p> + “Wicklow Head! Ireland!” cried I, with a thrill of ecstasy my heart had + never felt for many a day before. “Yes, yes; land me there,—now, at + once!” said I, as a thousand thoughts came rushing to my mind, and hopes + too vague for utterance, but palpable enough to cherish. + </p> + <p> + With the speed their calling teaches, the crew lowered the boat, and as I + took my place in the stern, pulled vigorously towards the shore. As the + swift bark glided along the shallow sea, I could scarce restrain my + impatience from springing out and rushing on land. Without family or + friend, without one to welcome or meet me, still it was home,—the + only home I ever had. + </p> + <p> + The sharp keel grated on the beach; its sound vibrated within my heart. I + jumped on shore; a few words of parting, and the men backed their oars; + the boat slipped fast through the water. The cutter, too, got speedily + under weigh again, and I was alone. Then the full torrent of my feelings + found their channel, and I burst into tears. Oh! they were not tears of + sorrow; neither were they the outpourings of excessive joy. They were the + utterance of a heart loaded with its own unrelieved griefs, who now found + sympathy on touching the very soil of home. I felt I was no longer + friendless. Ireland, my own dear native country, would be to me a place of + kindred and family, and I fell upon my knees, and blessed it. + </p> + <p> + Following a little path, which led slantingly up the cliff, I reached the + top as day was beginning to break, and gained a view of the country. The + range of swelling hills, dotted with cottages and waving with wood; the + fields of that emerald green one sees not in other lands; the hedge-rows + bounding the little farms,—all so unlike the spreading plains of + France,—struck me with delight, and it was with a rapture of + happiness I called the land my country. + </p> + <p> + Directing my steps towards Dublin, I set out at a good pace, but following + a path which led near the cliffs, in preference to the highroad; for I was + well aware that my appearance and dress would expose me to curiosity, and + perhaps subject me to more serious annoyance. My first object was to learn + some news of my brother; for although the ties of affection had been long + since severed between us, those of blood still remained, and I wished to + hear of, and it might be to see him, once more. For some miles I had kept + my eyes directed towards a little cabin which crowned a cliff that hung + over the sea; and this I reached at last, somewhat wearied and hungry. + </p> + <p> + As I followed a little footpath which conducted to the door, a fierce + terrier rushed out as if to attack me, but was immediately restrained by + the voice of a man within, calling, “Down, Vicksey! down, you baste!” and + the same moment a stout, middle-aged man appeared at the door. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be afeard, sir; she's not wicked, but we're unused to strangers + down here.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think so, friend, from my path,” said I, throwing a glance at + the narrow footway I had followed for some miles, over hill and precipice; + “but I am unacquainted with the country, and was looking out for some + house where I might obtain a breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “There's a town about three miles down yonder, and a fine inn, I 'm tould, + sir,” replied he, as he scrutinized my appearance with a shrewd eye; “but + if I might make so bould, maybe you 'd as lief not go there, and perhaps + you 'd take share of what we have here?” + </p> + <p> + “Willingly,” said I, accepting the hospitable offer as freely as it was + made, and entered the cabin at once. + </p> + <p> + A good-featured countrywoman and some young children were seated at the + table, where a large dish of potatoes and some fresh fish were smoking, a + huge jug of milk occupying the middle of the board. The woman blushed as + she heard that her husband had invited a gentleman to partake of his + humble meal; but the honest fellow cared little for the simple fare he + offered with so good a grace, and placed my chair beside his own with the + air of one who was more anxious for his guest's comfort than caring what + impression he himself might make upon him. + </p> + <p> + After some passing words about the season and the state of the tides,—for + my host was a fisherman,—I turned the conversation on the political + condition of the country, avowing frankly that I had been for some years + absent, and was ignorant of what had occurred meantime. + </p> + <p> + “'Twas that same I was thinking, sir,” said he, replying to the first and + not the latter part of my remark. “When I saw your honor's face, and the + beard you wore, I said to myself you wor a Frenchman.” + </p> + <p> + “You mistook there, then; I am your countryman, but have passed a good + many years in France.” + </p> + <p> + “Fighting for Boney?” said he, as his eyes opened wide with surprise to + behold one actually before him who might have served under Napoleon. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my good friend, even so; I was in the army of the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “Tare an ages! then, are they coming over here now?” cried he, almost + gasping in his eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” replied I, gravely; “and be thankful, too, for it, for your own + and your children's sakes, that you see not a war raging in the fields and + cities of your native land. Be assured, whatever wrongs you suffer,—I + will not dispute their existence, for, as I told you, I am ignorant of the + condition of the country,—but whatever they may be, you can pay too + dearly for their remedy.” + </p> + <p> + “But sure they 'd be on our side, would n't they?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course they would; but think you that they 'd fight your battles + without their price? Do you believe that Frenchmen so love you here that + they would come to shed their blood in your cause without their own + prospect of advantage?” + </p> + <p> + “They hate the English, I'm tould, as bad as we do ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “They do so, and with more of justice for their hate. But that dislike + might suffice to cause a war; it never would reward it. No, no; I know + something of the spirit of French conquest. I glory in the bravery and the + heroism that accomplished it; but I never wish to see my own country at + the mercy of France. Whose soldier would you become if the Emperor + Napoleon landed here to-morrow?—his. Whose uniform would you wear, + whose musket carry, whose pay receive, whose orders obey?—his, and + his only. And how long, think you, would your services be limited to home? + What should prevent your being sent away to Egypt, to Poland, or to + Russia? How much favor would an Irish deserter receive from a French + court-martial, think you? No, good friend; while you have this warm roof + to shelter you, and that broad sea is open for your industry and toil, + never wish for foreign aid to assist you.” + </p> + <p> + I saw that the poor fellow was discouraged by my words, and gradually led + him to speak of those evils for whose alleviation he looked to France. To + my surprise, however, he descanted less on political grievances than those + which affect the well-being of the country socially. It was not the + severity of a Government, but the absence of encouragement to industry,—the + neglect of the poor,—which afflicted him. England was no longer the + tyrant; the landlord had taken her place. Still, with the pertinacity of + ignorance, he visited all the wrongs on that land from which originally + his first misfortunes came, and with perverse ingenuity would endeavor to + trace out every hardship he suffered as arising from the ill-will and + hatred the Saxon bore him. + </p> + <p> + It was easy to perceive that the arguments he used were not of his own + devising; they had been supplied by others, in whose opinion he had + confidence; and though valueless and weak in reality, to him they were + all-convincing and unanswerable,—not the less, perhaps, that they + offered that value to self-love which comes from attributing any evils we + endure to causes outside and independent of ourselves. These, confronted + with extravagant hopes of what would ensue should national independence be + established, formed his code; and however refuted on each point, a certain + conviction, too deeply laid to be disturbed by any opposing force, + remained; and in his “Well, well, God knows best! and maybe we'll have + better luck yet,” you could perceive that he was inaccessible to any + appeal except from the quarter which ministered to his discontent and + disaffection. + </p> + <p> + One thing was clear to me from all he said, that if the spirit of open + resistance no longer existed towards England, it was replaced by as + determined and as rancorous hatred,—a brooding, ill-omened dislike + had succeeded, to the full as hostile, and far less easily subdued. How it + would end,—whether in the long-lingering fear which wastes the + energies and saps the strength of a people, or in the conflict of a civil + war, the prospect was equally ruinous. + </p> + <p> + Sadly pondering on these things, I parted with my humble host, and set out + towards the capital. If my conversation with the Irishman had taught me + somewhat of the state of feeling then current in Ireland, it also conveyed + another and very different lesson; it enabled me to take some account of + the change years had effected in my own sentiments. As a boy, high-flown, + vague, and unsettled ideas of national liberty and independence had made + me look to France as the emancipator of Europe. As a man, I knew that the + lust of conquest had extinguished the love of freedom in Frenchmen; that + they who trusted to her did but exchange the dominion of their old masters + for the tyranny of a new one; while such as boldly stepped forward in + defence of their liberties, found that there was neither mercy nor + compassion for the conquered. + </p> + <p> + I had seen the Austrian prisoners and the Russian led captive through the + streets of Paris; I had witnessed the great capital of Prussia in its day + of mourning after Jena; and all my idolatry for the General scarce + balanced my horror of the Emperor, whose vengeance had smitten two nations + thus heavily: and I said within my heart, “May my countrymen, whatever be + their day of need, never seek alliance with despotic France!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. A CHARACTER OF OLD DUBLIN + </h2> + <p> + It was about nine o'clock of a calm summer evening as I entered Dublin,—nearly + the same hour at which, some ten years before, I had approached that city, + poor, houseless, friendless; and still was I the same. In that great + capital of my country I had not one to welcome me; not one who would + rejoice at my coming, or feel any interest in my fortunes. This indeed was + loneliness,—utter solitude. Still, if there be something which + weighs heavily on the heart in the isolation of one like me, there is a + proportionate sense of independence of his fellow-man that sustains the + courage and gives energy to the will. I felt this as I mixed with the + crowds that thronged the streets, and shrank not from the inquisitive + glances which my questionable appearance excited as I passed. + </p> + <p> + Though considerable changes had taken place in the outskirts of the + capital since I had seen it last, the leading thoroughfares were just as I + remembered them; and as I walked along Dame Street, and one by one each + familiar object caught my eye, I could almost have fancied the long + interval since I had been there before like a mere dream. National + physiognomy, too, has a strange effect on him who has been long absent + from his country. Each face you meet seems well known. The traits of + features, to which the eye was once so well accustomed, awake a memory of + individuals, and it is sometimes a moat difficult task to distinguish + between the acquaintance and the passing stranger. + </p> + <p> + This I experienced at every moment; and at length, as I stood gazing on + the space before the Bank, and calling to mind the last scene I witnessed + there, a tall, strongly-built man brushed close past me, and then turning + round, fixed a steady and searching look on me. As I returned his stare, a + sudden thought flashed upon me that I had seen the face before; but where, + how, and when, I could not call to mind. And thus we stood silently + confronting each other for some minutes. + </p> + <p> + “I see you are a stranger here, sir,” said he, touching his hat + courteously; “can I be of service to you with any information as to the + city?” + </p> + <p> + “I was curious to know, sir,” said I, still more puzzled by the voice than + I had been by the features of the stranger, “if Miley's Hotel, which was + somewhere in the neighborhood, exists still?” + </p> + <p> + “It does, sir; but it has changed proprietors several times since you knew + it,” replied he, significantly. “The house is yonder, where you see that + large lamp. I perceive, sir, I was mistaken in supposing you a foreigner. + I wish you good-evening.” And again saluting me, he resumed his way. + </p> + <p> + As I crossed the street towards the hotel, I remarked that he turned as if + to watch me, and became more than ever embarrassed as to who he might be. + </p> + <p> + The doorway of the hotel was crowded with loungers and idlers of every + class, from the loitering man about town to the ragged newsvendor, between + whom, whatever disparity of condition existed, a tone of the most + free-and-easy condition prevailed; the newsmen interpolating, amid the + loud announcements of the latest intelligence, the reply to the + observation beside him. + </p> + <p> + One figure was conspicuous in the group. He was a short, dwarfish + creature, with an enormous head, covered with a fell of black hair, + falling in masses down his back and on his shoulders. A pair of fierce, + fiery black eyes glared beneath his heavy brows; and a large, thick-lipped + mouth moved with all the glib eloquence of his class and calling. + Fearfully distorted legs and club feet gave to his gait a rolling motion, + which added to the singularity of his whole appearance. + </p> + <p> + Terry Regan was then at the head of his walk in Dublin; and to his + capacious lungs and voluble tongue were committed the announcement of + those great events which, from time to time, were given to the Irish + public through the columns of the “Correspondent” and the “Dublin + Journal.” + </p> + <p> + I soon found myself in the crowd around this celebrated character, who + was, as usual, extolling the great value of that night's paper by certain + brief suggestions regarding its contents. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0019" id="linkimage-0019"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/410.jpg" alt="410 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Here's the whole, full, and true account (bad luck to the less!) of the + great and sanguinary battle between Boney and the Roosians; with all the + particklars about the killed, wounded, and missing; with what Boney said + when it was over.” + </p> + <p> + “What was that, Terry?” + </p> + <p> + “Hould yer peace, ye spalpeen! Is it to the likes of yez I 'd be telling + cabinet sacrets? (Here, yer honor),—'Falkner,' is it, or 'The + Saunders'. With the report of Mr. O'Gogorman's grand speech in Ennis on + the Catholic claims. There's, yer sowl, there's fippence worth any day ay + the week. More be token, the letter from Jemmy O'Brien to his wife, wid an + elegant epic poem called 'The Gauger.' Bloody news, gentlemen! bloody + news! Won't yez sport a tester for a sight of a real battle, and ten + thousand kilt; with 'The Whole Duty of an Informer, in two easy lessons.' + The price of stocks and shares—Ay, Mr. O'Hara, and what boroughs is + bringing in the market.” + </p> + <p> + This last sally was directed towards a large, red-faced man, who + good-humoredly joined in the laugh against himself. + </p> + <p> + “And who's this, boys?” cried the fellow, turning suddenly his piercing + eyes on me, as I endeavored, step by step, to reach the door of the hotel. + “Hurrool look at his beard, acushla! On my conscience, I wouldn't wonder + if it was General Hoche himself. 'Tis late yer come, sir,” said he, + addressing me directly; “there's no fun here now at all, barrin' what + Beresford has in the riding-house.” + </p> + <p> + “Get away, you ruffian!” said a well-dressed and respectable-looking man, + somewhat past the middle of life; “how dare you permit your tongue to take + liberties with a stranger? Allow me to make room for you, sir,” continued + he, as he politely made an opening in the crowd, and suffered me to enter + the house. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, counsellor, dear, don't be cross,” whined out the newsvendor; “sure, + isn't it wid the bad tongue we both make our bread. And here,” vociferated + he once more,—“and here ye have the grand dinner at the Lord + Mayor's, wid all the speeches and toasts; wid the glorious, pious, and + immortial memory of King William, who delivered us from Popery (by pitched + caps), from slavery (by whipping), from brass money (by bad ha'pence), and + from wooden shoes (by bare feet). Haven't we reason to bless his—? + Ay, the heavens be his bed! 'Tis like Molly Crownahon's husband he was.” + </p> + <p> + “How was that, Terry?” asked a gentleman near. + </p> + <p> + “Take a 'Saunders,' yer honor, and I 'll tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “Here, then, here's fippence; and now for the explanation.” + </p> + <p> + “Molly Crownahon, yer honor, was, like us poor craytures, always grateful + and contented wid the Lord's goodness to us, even in taking away our chief + comfort and blessing,—the darling up there on the horse! (Ah, 'tis + an elegant sate ye have, without stirrups!) And she went one day to say a + handful of prayers oyer his grave,—the husband's, ye mind,—and + sure if she did, when she knelt down on the grass she sprung up again as + quick as she went down, for the nettles was all over the place entirely. + 'Bad scran to ye, Peter!' says she, as she rubbed her legs,—'bad + scran to ye! living or dead, there was always a sting in ye.'” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0020" id="linkimage-0020"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/414.jpg" alt="414 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + As the latter part of this speech was addressed in a tone of apostrophe to + the statue of King William, it was received by the assembled crowd with a + roar of laughter. + </p> + <p> + By this time I had entered the house, and only bethought me how little + suited was the great hotel of the city to pretensions as humble as mine. + It was now, however, too late to retreat, and I entered the coffee-room, + carrying my knapsack in my hand. As I passed up the room in search of a + vacant table, the looks of astonishment my appearance excited on each side + were most palpable evidences that the company considered me as an + interloper. While some contented themselves with a stare of steady + surprise, others, less guarded in their impertinence, whispered with, and + even winked at their neighbors, to attract attention towards me. + </p> + <p> + Offensive as this unquestionably was, it amazed even more than it annoyed + me. In France, such a display of feeling would have been impossible; and + the humblest soldier of the army would not have been so received had he + deemed fit to enter Beauvilliers' or Véry's. + </p> + <p> + Whether hurt at this conduct, and consequently more alive to affront from + any quarter, or that the waiters participated in the sentiments of their + betters, I cannot exactly say; but I certainly thought their manner even + less equivocally betrayed the same desire of impertinence. This was not + long a mere suspicion on my part; for on inquiring whether I could have a + room for the night, the waiter, touching my knapsack, which lay on the + ground beside me, with his foot, replied,— + </p> + <p> + “Is this your luggage, sir?” + </p> + <p> + Amazement so completely mastered my indignation at this insolence, that I + could make no answer but by a look. This had its effect, however; and the + fellow, without further delay, bustled off to make the inquiry. He + returned in a few minutes with a civil message, that I could be + accommodated, and having placed before me the simple meal I ordered, + retired. + </p> + <p> + As I sat over my supper, I could not help feeling that unless memory + played me false, the company were little like the former frequenters of + this house. I remembered it of old, when Bubbleton and his brother + officers came there; and when the rooms were thronged with members of both + Houses of Parliament,—when peers and gentlemen of the first families + were grouped about the windows and fireplaces, and the highest names of + the land were heard in the din of recognition; handsome equipages and led + horses stood before the doors. But now the ragged mob without was scarce a + less worthy successor to the brilliant display than were the company + within to the former visitants. A tone of pretentious impertinence, an air + of swagger and mock defiance,—the most opposite to the polished + urbanity which once prevailed,—was now conspicuous; and in their + loud speech and violent gesticulation, it was easy to mark how they had + degenerated from that high standard which made the Irish gentleman of his + day the most polished man of Europe. + </p> + <p> + If in appearance and manner they fell far short of those my memory + recalled, their conversation more markedly still displayed the long + interval between them. Here, of old, were retailed the latest news of the + debate,—the last brilliant thing of Grattan, or the last biting + retort of Flood; here came, hot from debate, the great champions of either + party to relax and recruit for fresh efforts; and in the groups that + gathered around them you might learn how great genius can diffuse its + influence and scatter intelligence around it,—as the Nile waters + spread plenty and abundance wherever they flow: high and noble sentiments, + holy aspirations and eloquent thoughts, made an atmosphere, to breathe + which was to feel an altered nature. But now a vapid mixture of conceit + and slang had usurped the place of these, and a tone of vulgar + self-sufficiency unhappily too much in keeping with the externals of those + who displayed it: the miserable contentions of different factions had + replaced the bolder strife of opposite parties, and provincialism had put + its stamp on everything. The nation, too, if I might trust my ears with + what fell around me, had lost all memory of its once great names, and new + candidates for popular favor figured in their places. + </p> + <p> + Such were some of the changes I could mark, even as I sat. But my + attention was speedily drawn from them by a circumstance more nearly + concerning myself. This was the appearance in the coffee-room of the + gentleman who first addressed me in the street. + </p> + <p> + As he passed round the room, followed by a person whose inferiority was + evident, he was recognized by most of those present, many of whom shook + him warmly by the hand, and pressed him to join their parties. But this he + declined, as he continued to walk slowly on, scrutinizing each face as he + went. At last I saw his eyes turn towards me. It was scarcely a glance, so + rapid was it, and so quickly were his looks directed to a different + quarter; but I could mark that he whispered something to a person who + followed, and then, after carelessly turning over a newspaper on the + table, sauntered from the room. As he did so, the shaggy head of the dwarf + newsvendor peeped in, and the great black eyes took a survey of the + coffee-room, till finally they settled on me. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” cried the fellow, with a strange blending of irony and compassion in + his voice; “be gorra, I knew how it would be,—the major has ye!” At + this a general laugh broke out from all present, and every eye was fixed + on me. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the follower had taken his place nearly opposite me at the + table, and was busily engaged examining a paper which he had taken from + his pocket. + </p> + <p> + “May I ask, sir, if your name be Burke?” said he, in a low voice, across + the table. + </p> + <p> + I started with amazement to hear my name pronounced where I believed + myself so completely a stranger, and in my astonishment, forgot to answer. + </p> + <p> + “I was asking, sir—” repeated he. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you are quite correct,” interrupted I; “that is my name. May I beg + to know, in return, for what purpose you make the inquiry?” + </p> + <p> + “Thomas Burke, sir?” continued he, inattentive to my observation, and + apparently about to write the name on the paper before him. + </p> + <p> + I nodded, and he wrote down the words. + </p> + <p> + “That saves a deal of trouble to all of us, sir,” said he, as he finished + writing. “This is a warrant for your arrest; but the major is quite + satisfied if you can give bail for your appearance.” + </p> + <p> + “Arrest!” repeated I; “on what charge am I arrested?” + </p> + <p> + “You'll hear in the morning, I suppose,” said he, quietly. “What shall we + say about the bail? Have you any acquaintance or friend in town?” + </p> + <p> + “Neither; I am a perfect stranger here. But if you are authorized to + arrest me, I here surrender myself at once.” + </p> + <p> + By this time, several persons of the coffee-room had approached the table, + and among the rest the gentleman who so politely made way for me in the + crowd to reach the door. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Roche?” said he, addressing the man at the table; “a + warrant?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; for this gentleman here. But we can take bail, if he has it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you already that I am a stranger, and know no one here.” + </p> + <p> + The gentleman threw his eyes over the warrant, and then looking me + steadily in the face, muttered in a whisper to the officer, “Why, he must + have been a boy, a mere child, at the time.” + </p> + <p> + “Very true, sir; but the major says it must be done. Maybe you'd bail him + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + These words were added in a tone of half irony, as the fellow gave a sly + look beneath his eyelashes. + </p> + <p> + “I tell you, again,” said I, impatient at the whole scene, “I am quite + ready to accompany you.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this your name, sir?” said the strange gentleman, addressing me, as he + pointed to the warrant. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” interposed the officer, “there's no doubt about that; he gave it + himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, then, Roche,” said he, cajolingly; “these are not times for + undue strictness. Let the gentleman remain where he is to-night, and + to-morrow he will attend you. You can remain here, if you like, with him.” + </p> + <p> + “If you say so, I suppose we may do it,” replied the officer, as he folded + up the paper, and arose from the table. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; that's the proper course. And now,” said he, addressing me, + “will you permit me to join you while I finish this bottle of claret?” + </p> + <p> + I could have no objection to so pleasant a proposal; and thus, for the + time at least, ended this disagreeable affair. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. AN UNFORSEEN EVIL + </h2> + <p> + “I perceive, sir,” said the stranger, seating himself at my table, “they + are desirous to restore an antiquated custom in regard to you. I thought + the day of indemnities was past and gone forever.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ignorant to what you allude.” + </p> + <p> + “The authorities would make you out an emissary of France, sir,—as + if France had not enough on her hands already, without embroiling herself + in a quarrel from which no benefit could accrue; not to speak of the + little likelihood that any one on such an errand would take up his abode, + as you have, in the most public hotel of Dublin.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no apprehensions as to any charges they may bring against me. I am + conscious of no crime, saving having left my country a boy, and returning + to it a man.” + </p> + <p> + “You were in the service of France, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; since 1801 I have been a soldier.” + </p> + <p> + “So long? You must have been but a mere boy when you quitted Ireland. How + have they connected you with the troubles of that period?” + </p> + <p> + I hesitated for a second or two, uncertain what answer, if any, I should + return to this abrupt question. A glance at the manly and frank expression + of the stranger's face soon satisfied me that no unworthy curiosity had + prompted the inquiry; and I told him in a few words, how, as a child, the + opinions of the patriotic party had won me over to embark in a cause I + could neither fathom nor understand. I traced out rapidly the few leading + events of my early career down to the last evening I spent in Ireland. + When I came to this part of my story, the stranger became unusually + attentive, and more than once questioned me respecting the origin of my + quarrel with Crofts, and the timely appearance of Darby; of whose name and + character, however, I gave him no information, merely speaking of him as + an old and attached follower of my family. + </p> + <p> + “Since that period, then, you have not been in Ireland?” said he, as I + concluded. + </p> + <p> + “Never: nor had I any intention of returning until lately, when + circumstances induced me to leave the Emperor's service; and from very + uncertainty I came back here, without well knowing why.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, then, you have never heard the catastrophe of your adventure + with Crofts. It was a lucky hit for him.” + </p> + <p> + “How so? I don't understand you.” + </p> + <p> + “Simply this: Crofts was discovered in the morning, severely wounded, + where you left him; his account being, that he had been waylaid by a party + of rebels, who had obtained the countersign of the night, and passed the + sentry in various disguises. You yourself—for so, at least, I + surmise it must have been—were designated the prime mover of the + scheme, and a Government reward was offered for your apprehension. Crofts + was knighted, and appointed to the staff,—the reward of his loyalty + and courage; of the exact details of which my memory is unfortunately + little tenacious.” + </p> + <p> + “And the truth of the occurrence was never known?” + </p> + <p> + “What I have told you is the only version current. I have reason to + remember so much of it, for I was then, and am still, one of the legal + advisers of the Crown, and was consulted on the case; of which, I confess, + I always had my misgivings. There was a rage, however, for rewarding + loyalty, as it was termed at the period, and the story went the round of + the papers. Now, I fancy Crofts would just as soon not see you back again; + he has made all he can of the adventure, and would as lief have it quietly + forgotten.” + </p> + <p> + “But can I suffer it to rest here? Is such an imputation to lie on my + character as he would cast on me?” + </p> + <p> + “Take no steps in the matter on that score: vindication is time enough + when the attack is made directly; besides, where should you find your + witness? where is the third party who could prove your innocence, and that + all you did was in self-defence? Without his testimony, your story would + go for nothing. No, no; be well satisfied if the charge is suffered to + sleep, which is not unlikely. Crofts would scarcely like to confess that + his antagonist was little more than a child; his prowess would gain + nothing by the avowal. Besides, the world goes well with him latterly; it + is but a month ago, I think, he succeeded unexpectedly to a large landed + property.” + </p> + <p> + The stranger, whose name was M'Dougall, continued to talk for some time + longer; most kindly volunteered to advise me in the difficult position I + found myself; and having given me his address in town, wished me a + goodnight and departed. + </p> + <p> + It was to no purpose I laid my head on my pillow. Tired and fatigued as I + was, I could not sleep; the prospect of fresh troubles awaiting me made me + restless and feverish, and I longed for day to break, that I might + manfully confront whatever danger was before me, and oppose a stout heart + to the arrows of adverse fortune. My accidental meeting with the stranger + also reassured my courage; and I felt gratified to think that such <i>rencontres</i> + in life are the sunny spots which illumine our career in the world, the + harbingers of bright days to come. + </p> + <p> + This feeling was still more strongly impressed on me as I entered the + small room on the ground-floor at the Castle, where was the secretary's + office, and beheld M'Dougall seated in an armchair, reading the newspaper + of the day. I could not help connecting his presence there with some + kindly intention towards me, and already regarded him as my friend. Major + Barton stood at the secretary's side, and whispered from time to time in + his ear. + </p> + <p> + “I have before me certain information, sir,” said the secretary, + addressing me, “that you were connected with parties who took an active + part in the late rebellion in this country, and by them sent over to + France to negotiate co-operation and assistance from that quarter,” + (Barton here whispered something, and the secretary resumed), “and in + continuance of this scheme are at present here.” + </p> + <p> + “I have only to observe, sir, that I left Ireland a mere boy, when, + whatever my opinions might have been, they were, I suspect, of small + moment to his Majesty's Government; that I have served some years in the + French army, during which period I neither corresponded with any one here, + nor had intercourse with any from Ireland; and lastly, that I have come + back unaccredited by any party, not having, as I believe, a single + acquaintance in the island.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you still hold a commission in the French service?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I resigned my grade as captain some time since.” + </p> + <p> + “What were your reasons for that step?” + </p> + <p> + “They were of a purely personal nature, having no concern with politics of + any sort; I should, therefore, ask of you not to demand them. I can only + say, they reflect neither on my honor nor my loyalty.” + </p> + <p> + “His loyalty! Would you ask him, sir, how he applies the term, and to what + sovereign and what government the obedience is rendered?” said Barton, + with a half smile of malicious meaning. + </p> + <p> + “Very true, Barton; the question is most pertinent.” + </p> + <p> + “When I said loyalty, sir,” said I, in answer, “I confess I did not + express myself as clearly as I intended. I meant, however, that as an + Irishman, and a subject of his Majesty George the Third, as I now am, no + act of mine in the French service ever compromised me.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, surely you fought against the allies of your own country?”. + </p> + <p> + “True, sir. I speak only with reference to the direct interests of + England. I was the soldier of the Emperor, but never a spy under his + Government.” + </p> + <p> + “Your name is amongst those who never claimed the indemnity? How is this?” + </p> + <p> + “I never heard of it; I never knew such an act was necessary. I am not + guilty of any crime, nor do I see any reason to seek a favor.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well; the gracious intentions of the Crown lead us to look + leniently on the past. A moderate bail for your appearance when called on, + and your own recognizances for the same object, will suffice.” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite willing to do the latter; but as to bail, I repeat it, I have + not one I could ask for such a service.” + </p> + <p> + “No relative? no friend?” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, young gentleman,” said M'Dougall, speaking for the first + time; “recollect yourself. Try if you can't remember some one who would + assist you at this conjuncture.” + </p> + <p> + Basset was the only name I could think of; and however absurd the idea of + a service from such a quarter, I deemed that, as my brother's agent, he + would scarce refuse me. I thought that Barton gave a very peculiar grin as + I mentioned the name; but my own securities being entered into, and a few + formal questions answered, I was told I was at liberty to seek out the + bail required. + </p> + <p> + Once more in the streets, I turned my steps towards Basset's house, where + I hoped, at all events, to learn some tidings of my brother. I was not + long in arriving at the street, and speedily recognized the old house, + whose cobwebbed windows and unwashed look reminded me of former times. The + very sound of the heavy iron knocker awoke its train of recollections; and + when the door was opened, and I saw the narrow hall, with its cracked lamp + and damp, discolored walls, the whole heart-sinking with which they once + inspired me came back again, and I thought of Tony Basset when his very + name was a thing of terror to me. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Basset, I was told, was at court, and I was shown into the office to + await his return. The gloomy little den,—I knew it well, with its + dirty shelves of dirtier papers, its old tin boxes, and its rickety desk, + at which two meanly-dressed starveling youths were busy writing. They + turned a rapid glance towards me as I entered; and as they resumed their + occupation, I could hear a muttered remark upon my dress and appearance, + the purport of which I did not catch. + </p> + <p> + I sat for some time patiently, expecting Basset's arrival, but as the time + stole by, I grew wearied with waiting, and determined on ascertaining, if + I might, from the clerks, some intelligence concerning my brother. + </p> + <p> + “Have you any business with Mr. Burke?” said the youth I addressed, while + his features assumed an expression of vulgar jocularity. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” was my brief reply. + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn't a letter do as well as a personal interview?” said the other, + with an air of affected courtesy. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so,” I replied, too deeply engaged in my own thoughts to mind + their flippant impertinence. + </p> + <p> + “Then mind you direct your letter 'Churchyard, Loughrea;' or, if you want + to be particular, say 'Family vault.'” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0021" id="linkimage-0021"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/426.jpg" alt="426 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Is he dead? Is George dead?” + </p> + <p> + “That's hard to say,” interposed the other; “but they've buried him, + that's certain.” + </p> + <p> + Like a stunning blow, the shock of this news left me unable to speak or + hear. A maze of confused thoughts crossed and jostled each other in my + brain, and I could neither collect myself nor listen to what was said + around me. My first clear memory was of a thousand little childish traits + of love which had passed between us. Tokens of affection long forgotten + now rushed freshly to my mind; and he whom a moment before I had condemned + as wanting in all brotherly feeling, I now sorrowed for with true grief. + The low and vulgar insolence of the speakers made no impression on me; and + when, in answer to my questions, they narrated the manner of his death,—a + fever contracted after some debauch at Oxford,—I only heard the + tidings, but did not notice the unfeeling tone it was conveyed in. + </p> + <p> + My brother dead! the only one of kith or kindred belonging to me. How + slight the tie seemed but a few moments back! what would I not give for it + now? Then, for the first time, did I know how the heart can heap up its + stores of consolation in secrecy, and how unconsciously the mind can dwell + on hopes it has never confessed even to itself. How I fancied to myself + our meeting, and thought over the long pent-up affection years of absence + had accumulated, now flowing in a gushing stream from heart to heart I The + grave is indeed hallowed when the grass of the churchyard can cover all + memory save that of love. We dwell on every good gift of the lost one, as + though no unworthy thought could cross that little mound of earth, the + barrier between two worlds. Sad and sorrow-struck, I covered my face with + my hands, and did not notice that Mr. Basset had entered, and taken his + place at the desk. + </p> + <p> + His voice, every harsh tone of which I well remembered, first made me + aware of his presence. I lifted my eyes, and there he stood, little + changed indeed since I had seen him last. The hard lines about the mouth + had grown deeper, the brow more furrowed, and the hair more mixed with + gray, but in other respects he was the same. As I gazed at him I could not + help fancying that time makes less impression on men of coarse, unfeeling + mould, than on natures of a finer temper. The world's changes leave no + trace on the stern surface of the one, while they are wearing deep tracks + of sorrow in the other. + </p> + <p> + “Insert the advertisement again, Simms,” said he, addressing one of the + clerks, “and let it appear in some paper of the seaport towns. Among the + Flemish or French smugglers who frequent them, there might be some one to + give the information. They must be able to show that though Thomas Burke—” + </p> + <p> + I started at the sound of my name. The motion surprised him; he looked + round and perceived me. Quick and piercing as his glance was, I could not + trace any sign of recognition; although, as he scanned my features, and + suffered his eyes to wander over my dress, I perceived that his was no + mere chance or cursory observation. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said he, at length, “is your business here with me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but I would speak with you in private.” + </p> + <p> + “Come in here, then. Meanwhile, Sam, make out that deed; for we may go on + without the proof of demise.” + </p> + <p> + Few and vague as the words were, their real meaning flashed on me, and I + perceived that Mr. Basset was engaged in the search of some evidence of my + death, doubtless to enable the heir-at-law to succeed to the estates of my + brother. The moment the idea struck me, I felt assured of its certainty, + and at once determined on the plan I should adopt. + </p> + <p> + “You have inserted an advertisement regarding a Mr. Burke,” said I, as + soon as the door was closed, and we were alone together. “What are the + particular circumstances of which you desire proof?” + </p> + <p> + “The place, date, and manner of his death,” replied he, slowly; “for + though informed that such occurred abroad, an authentic evidence of the + fact will save some trouble. Circumstances to identify the individual with + the person we mean, of course, must be offered; showing whence he came, + his probable age, and so on. For this intelligence I am prepared to pay + liberally; at least a hundred pounds may be thought so.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a question of succession to some property, I have heard.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but the information is not of such moment as you may suppose,” + replied he, quickly, and with the wariness of his calling anticipating the + value I might be disposed to place on my intelligence. “We are satisfied + with the fact of the death; and even were it otherwise, the individual + most concerned is little likely to disprove the belief, his own reasons + will probably keep him from visiting Ireland.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” I exclaimed, the word escaping my lips ere I could check its + utterance. + </p> + <p> + “Even so,” resumed he. “But this, of course, has no interest for you. Your + accent bespeaks you a foreigner. Have you any information to offer on this + matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; if we speak of the same individual, who may have left this country + about 1800 as a boy of some fourteen years of age, and entered the 'École + Polytechnique' of Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “Like enough. Continue, if you please; what became of him afterwards?” + </p> + <p> + “He joined the French service, attained the rank of captain, and then left + the army; came back to Ireland, and now, sir, stands before you.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Basset never changed a muscle of his face as I made this declaration. + So unmoved, so stolid was his look, that for a moment or two I believed + him incredulous of my story. But this impression soon gave way, as with + his eyes bent on me he said,— + </p> + <p> + “I knew you, sir, I knew you the moment I passed you in the office + without; but it might have fared ill with you to have let my recognition + appear.” + </p> + <p> + “As how? I do not understand you.” + </p> + <p> + “My clerks there might have given information for the sake of the reward; + and once in Newgate, there was an end to all negotiation.” + </p> + <p> + “You must speak more intelligibly, sir, if you wish me to comprehend you. + I am unaware of any circumstance which should threaten me with such a + fate.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you forgotten Captain Crofts,—Montague Crofts?” said Basset, + in a low whisper, while a smile of insulting malice crossed his features. + </p> + <p> + “No; I remember him well. What of him?” + </p> + <p> + “What of him! He charges you with a capital felony,—a crime for + which the laws have little pity here, whatever your French habits may have + taught you to regard it. Yes; the attempt to assassinate an officer in his + Majesty's service, when foiled by him in an effort to seduce the soldiery, + is an offence which might have a place in your memory.” + </p> + <p> + “Can the man be base enough to make such a charge as this against me,—a + boy, as I then was?” + </p> + <p> + “You were not alone; remember that fact.” + </p> + <p> + “True; and most thankful am I for it. There is one, at least, can prove my + innocence, if I can but discover him.” + </p> + <p> + “You will find that a matter of some difficulty. Your worthy friend and + early preceptor was transported five years since.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor fellow! I could better bear to hear that he was dead.” + </p> + <p> + “There are many of your opinion on that head,” said Basset, with a savage + grin. “But the fellow was too cunning for all the lawyers, and his + conviction at last was only effected by a stratagem.” + </p> + <p> + “A stratagem!” exclaimed I, in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “It was neither more nor less. Darby was arraigned four several times, but + always acquitted. Now it was defective evidence; now a lenient jury; now + an informal indictment: but so was it, he escaped the meshes of the law, + though every one knew him guilty of a hundred offences. At last Major + Barton resolved on another expedient. Darby was arrested in Ennis; thrown + into jail; kept four weeks in a dark cell, on prison fare; and at the end, + one morning the hangman appeared to say his hour was come, and that the + warrant for his execution had arrived. It was to take place, without judge + or jury, within the four walls of the jail. The scheme succeeded; his + courage fell, and he offered, if his life was spared, to plead guilty to + any transportable felony for which the grand Jury would send up true + bills. He did so, and was then undergoing the sentence.” + </p> + <p> + “Great heavens! and can such iniquity be tolerated in a land where men + call themselves Christians?” exclaimed I, as I heard this to the end. + </p> + <p> + “Iniquity!” repeated he, in mockery; “to rid the country of a ruffian, + stained with every crime,—a fellow mixed up in every outrage in the + land? Is this your notion of iniquity? Not so do I reckon it. And if I + have told you of it now, it is that you may learn that when loyal and + well-affected men are trusted with the execution of the laws, the + principle of justice is of more moment than the nice distinction of legal + subtleties. You may learn a lesson from it worth acquiring.” + </p> + <p> + “I! how can it affect me or my fortunes?” + </p> + <p> + “More nearly than you think. I have told you of the accusation which hangs + over your head; weigh it well, and deliberate what are your chances of + escape. We must not waste time in discussing your innocence. The jury who + will try the cause will be more difficult of belief than you suspect; + neither the opinions you are charged with, your subsequent escape, nor + your career in France, will contribute to your exculpation, even had you + evidence to adduce in your favor. But you have not; your only witness is + equally removed as by death itself. On what do you depend, then? Conscious + innocence! Nine out of every ten who mount the scaffold proclaim the same; + but I never heard that the voice that cried it stifled the word 'guilty.' + No, sir; I tell you solemnly, you will be condemned!” + </p> + <p> + The tone of his voice as he spoke the last few words made my very blood + run cold. The death of a soldier on the field of battle had no terrors for + me; but the execrated fate of a felon I could not confront. The pallor of + my cheek, the trembling of my limbs, must have betrayed my emotion; for + even Basset seemed to pity me, and pressed me down into a chair. + </p> + <p> + “There is one way, however, to avoid all the danger,” said he, after a + pause; “an easy and a certain way both. You have heard of the + advertisements for information respecting your death, which it was + surmised had occurred abroad. Now you are unknown here,—without a + single acquaintance to recognize or remember you; why should not you, + under another name, come forward with these proofs? By so doing, you + secure your own escape and can claim the reward.” + </p> + <p> + “What! perjure myself that I may forfeit my inheritance!” + </p> + <p> + “As to the inheritance,” said he, sneeringly, “your tenure does not + promise a very long enjoyment of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Were it but a day,—an hour!” exclaimed I, passionately; “I will + make no compromise with my honor. On their own heads be it who sentence an + innocent man to death; better such, even on a scaffold, than a life of + ignominy and vain regret.” + </p> + <p> + “The dark hours of a jail change men's sentiments wonderfully,” said he, + slowly. “I have known some who faced death in its wildest and most + appalling shape, shrink from it like cowards when it came in the guise of + a common executioner. Come, sir, be advised by me; reflect at least on + what I have said, and if there be any path in life where a moderate sum + may assist you—” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, sir! I beg of you to be silent. It may be that your counsel is + prompted by kindly feeling towards me; but if you would have me think so, + say no more of this,—my mind is made up.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait until to-morrow, in any case; perhaps some other plan may suggest + itself. What say you to America? Have you any objection to go there?” + </p> + <p> + “Had you asked me the question an hour since, I had replied, 'None + whatever.' Now it is different; my departure would be like the flight of a + guilty man. I cannot do it.” + </p> + <p> + “Better the flight than the fate of one,” muttered Basset between his + teeth, while at the same instant the sound of voices talking loudly + together was heard in the hall without. + </p> + <p> + “Think again, before it is too late. Remember what I have told you. Your + opinions, your career, your associates, are not such as to recommend you + to the favorable consideration of a jury. Is your case strong enough to + oppose all these? Sir Montague will make liberal terms; he has no desire + to expose the calamities of a family.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Montague!—of whom do you speak?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Montague Crofts,” said Basset, reddening, for he had unwittingly + suffered the name to escape his lips. “Are you ignorant that he is your + relative? a distant one, it is true, but your nearest of kin + notwithstanding.” + </p> + <p> + “And the heir to the estate?” said I, suddenly, as anew light flashed on + my mind; “the heir, in the event of my life lapsing?” + </p> + <p> + Basset nodded an assent. + </p> + <p> + “You played a deep game, sir,” said I, drawing a long breath; “but you + never were near winning it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor you either,” said he, throwing wide the door between the two rooms; + “I hear a voice without there, that settles the question forever.” + </p> + <p> + At the same instant, Major Barton entered, followed by two men. + </p> + <p> + “I suspected I should find you here, sir,” said he, addressing me. “You + need scarcely trouble my worthy friend for his bail; I arrest you now + under a warrant of felony.” + </p> + <p> + “A felony!” exclaimed Basset, with a counterfeited astonishment in his + look. “Mr. Burke accused of such a crime!” + </p> + <p> + I could not utter a word; indignation and shame overpowered me, and merely + motioning with my hand that I was ready to accompany him, I followed to + the door, at which a carriage was standing, getting into which we drove + towards Newgate. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. THE PERIL AVERTED + </h2> + <p> + If I have dwelt with unnecessary prolixity on this dark portion of my + story, it is because the only lesson my life teaches has lain in similar + passages. The train of evils which flows from one misdirection in early + life,—the misfortunes which ensue from a single false and + inconsiderate step,—frequently darken the whole subsequent career. + This I now thought over in the solitude of my cell. However I could acquit + myself of the crime laid to my charge, I could not so easily absolve my + heart of the early folly which made me suppose that the regeneration of a + land should be accomplished by the efforts of a sanguinary and bigoted + rabble. To this error could I trace every false step I made in life,—to + this cause attribute the long struggle I endured between my love of + liberty and my detestation of mob rule; and yet how many years did it cost + me to learn, that to alleviate the burdens of the oppressed may demand a + greater exercise of tyranny than ever their rulers practised towards them. + Like many others, I looked to France as the land of freedom; but where was + despotism so unbounded! where the sway of one great mind so unlimited! + They had bartered liberty for equality, and because the pressure was equal + on all, they deemed themselves free; while the privileges of class with us + suggested the sense of bondage to the poor man, whose actual freedom was + yet unencumbered. + </p> + <p> + Of all the daydreams of my boyhood, the ambition of military glory alone + survived; and that lived on amid the dreary solitude of my prison, + comforting many a lonely hour by memories of the past. The glittering + ranks of the mounted squadrons; the deep-toned thunder of the artillery; + the solid masses of the infantry, immovable beneath the rush of cavalry,—were + pictures I could dwell on for hours and days, and my dearest wish could + point to no higher destiny than to be once more a soldier in the ranks of + France. + </p> + <p> + During all this time my mind seldom reverted to the circumstances of my + imprisonment, nor did I feel the anxiety for the result my position might + well have suggested. The conscious sense of my innocence kept the flame of + hope alive, without suffering it either to flicker or vary. It burned like + a steady fire within me, and made even the dark cells of a jail a place of + repose and tranquillity. And thus time rolled on: the hours of pleasure + and happiness to thousands, too short and flitting for the enjoyments they + brought. They went by also to the prisoner, as to one who waits on the + bank of the stream, nor knows what fortune may await him on his voyage. + </p> + <p> + A stubborn feeling of conscious right had prevented my taking even the + ordinary steps for my defence, and the day of trial was now drawing nigh + without any preparation on my part. I was ignorant how essential the + habits and skill of an advocate are in the conduct of every case, however + simple; and implicitly relied on my guiltlessness, as though men can read + the heart of a prisoner and know its workings. M'Dougall, the only member + of the bar I knew even by name, had accepted a judicial appointment in + India, and was already on his way thither, so that I had neither friend + nor adviser in my difficulty. Were it otherwise, I felt I could scarcely + have bent my pride to that detail of petty circumstances which an advocate + might deem essential to my vindication; and was actually glad to think + that I should owe the assertion of my innocence to nothing less than the + pure fact. + </p> + <p> + When November at length arrived, I learned that the trial had been + deferred to the following February; and so listless and indifferent had + imprisonment made me, that I heard the intelligence without impatience or + regret. The publicity of a court of justice, its exposure to the gaze and + observation of the crowd who throng there, were subjects of more shrinking + dread to my heart than the weight of an accusation which, though false, + might peril my life; and for the first time I rejoiced that I was + friendless. Yes! it brought balm and comfort to me to think that none + would need to blush at my relationship nor weep over my fate. Sorrow has + surely eaten deeply into our natures, when we derive pleasure and peace + from what in happier circumstances are the sources of regret. + </p> + <p> + Let me now hasten on. My reader will readily forgive me if I pass with + rapid steps over a portion of my story, the memory of which has not yet + lost its bitterness. The day at last came; and amid all the ceremonies of + a prison I was marched from my cell to the dock. How strange the sudden + revolution of feeling,—from the solitude and silence of a jail to + the crowded court, teeming with looks of eager curiosity, dread, or + perhaps compassion, all turned towards him, who himself, half forgetful of + his condition, gazes on the great mass in equal astonishment and surprise! + </p> + <p> + My thoughts at once recurred to a former moment of my life, when I stood + accused among the Chouan prisoners before the tribunal of Paris. But + though the proceedings were less marked by excitement and passion, the + stern gravity of the English procedure was far more appalling; and in the + absence of all which could stir the spirit to any effort of its own, it + pressed with a more solemn dread on the mind of the prisoner. + </p> + <p> + I have said I would not linger over this part of my life. I could not do + so if I would. Real events, and the impressions they made upon me,—facts, + and the passing emotions of my mind,—are strangely confused and + commingled in my memory; and although certain minute and trivial things + are graven in my recollection, others of moment have escaped me + unrecorded. + </p> + <p> + The usual ceremonial went forward: the jury were impanelled, and the clerk + of the Crown read aloud the indictment, to which my plea of “Not guilty” + was at once recorded; then the judge asked if I were provided with + counsel, and hearing that I was not, appointed a junior barrister to act + for me, and the trial began. + </p> + <p> + I was not the first person who, accused of a crime of which he felt + innocent, yet was so overwhelmed by the statements of imputed guilt,—so + confused by the inextricable web of truth and falsehood, artfully + entangled.—that he actually doubted his own convictions when opposed + to views so strongly at variance with them. + </p> + <p> + The first emotion of the prisoner is a feeling of surprise to discover, + that one utterly a stranger—the lawyer he has perhaps never seen, + whose name he never so much as heard of—is perfectly conversant with + his own history, and as it were by intuition seems acquainted with his + very thoughts and motives. Tracing out not only a line of acting but of + devising, he conceives a story of which the accused is the hero, and + invests his narrative with all the appliances to belief which result from + time and place and circumstance. No wonder that the very accusation should + strike terror into the soul; no wonder that the statement of guilt should + cause heart-sinking to him who, conscious that all is not untrue, may feel + that his actions can be viewed in another and very different light to that + which conscience sheds over them. + </p> + <p> + Such, so far as I remember, was the channel of my thoughts. At first mere + astonishment at the accuracy of detail regarding my name, age, and + condition in life, was uppermost; and then succeeded a sense of indignant + anger at the charges laid against me; which yielded gradually to a feeling + of confusion as the advocate continued; which again merged into a sort of + dubious fear as I heard many trivial facts repeated, some of which my + refreshed memory acknowledged as true, but of which my puzzled brain could + not detect the inapplicability to sustain the accusation,—all ending + in a chaos of bewilderment, where conscience itself was lost, and nothing + left to guide or direct the reason. + </p> + <p> + The counsel informed the jury that, although they were not placed in the + box to try me on any charge of a political offence, they must bear in + mind, that the murderous assault of which I was accused was merely part of + a system organized to overthrow the Government; that, young as I then was, + I was in intimate connection with the disaffected party which the mistaken + leniency of the Crown had not thoroughly eradicated on the termination of + the late rebellion, my constant companion being one whose crimes were + already undergoing their but too merciful punishment in transportation for + life; that, to tamper with the military, I had succeeded in introducing + myself into the barrack, where I obtained the confidence of a weak-minded + but good-natured officer of the regiment. + </p> + <p> + “These schemes,” continued he, “were but partially successful. My + distinguished client was then an officer of the corps; and with that + ever-watchful loyalty which has distinguished him, he determined to keep a + vigilant eye on this intruder, who, from circumstances of youth and + apparent innocence, already had won upon the confidence of the majority of + the regiment. Nor was this impression a false one. An event, apparently + little likely to unveil a treasonable intention, soon unmasked the true + character of the prisoner and the nature of his mission.” + </p> + <p> + He then proceeded to narrate with circumstantial accuracy the night in the + George's Street barracks, when Hilliard, Crofts, and some others came with + Bubbleton to his quarters to decide a wager between two of the parties. + Calling the attention of the jury to this part of the case, he detailed + the scene which occurred; and, if I could trust my memory, not a phrase, + not a word escaped him which had been said. + </p> + <p> + “It was then, gentlemen,” said he, “at that instant, that the prisoner's + habitual caution failed him, and in an unguarded moment developed the full + story of his guilt. Captain Bubbleton lost his wager, of which my client + was the winner. The habits of the service are peremptory in these matters; + it was necessary that payment should be made at once. Bubbleton had not + the means of discharging his debt, and while he looked around among his + comrades for assistance, the prisoner steps forward and supplies the sum. + Mark what followed. + </p> + <p> + “A sudden call of service now summoned the officers beneath; all save + Crofts, who, not being on duty, had no necessity for accompanying them. + The bank-note so opportunely furnished by the prisoner lay on the table; + and this Crofts proceeded leisurely to open and examine before he left the + room. Slowly unfolding the paper, he spread it out before him; and what, + think you, gentlemen, did the paper display? A Bank of England bill for + twenty pounds, you'll say, of course. Far from it, indeed! The paper was a + French assignat, bearing the words, 'Payez au porteur la somme de deux + mille livres.' Yes; the sum so carelessly thrown on the table by this + youth was an order for eighty pounds, issued by the French Government. + </p> + <p> + “Remember the period, gentlemen, when this occurred. We had just passed + the threshold of a most fearful and sanguinary rebellion,—the + tranquillity of the land scarce restored after a convulsion that shook the + very constitution and the throne to their centres. The interference of + France in the affairs of the country had not been a mere threat; her ships + had sailed, her armies had landed, and though the bravery and the loyalty + of our troops had made the expedition result in utter defeat and + overthrow, the emissaries of the land of anarchy yet lingered on our + shores, and disseminated that treason in secret which openly they dared + not proclaim. If they were sparing of their blood, they were lavish of + their gold; what they failed in courage they supplied in assignats. Large + promises of gain, rich offers of booty, were rife throughout the land; and + wherever disaffection lurked or rebellion lingered, the enemy of England + found congenial allies. Nothing too base, nothing too low, for this + confederacy of crime; neither was anything too lowly in condition or too + humble in efficiency. Treason cannot choose its agents; it must take the + tools which chance and circumstances offer: they may be the refuse of + mankind, but if inefficient for good, they are not the less active for + evil. Such a one was the youth who now stands a prisoner before you, and + here was the price of his disloyalty.” + </p> + <p> + At these words he held up triumphantly the French assignat, and waved it + before the eyes of the court. However little the circumstances weighed + within me, such was the impression manifestly produced upon the jury by + this piece of corroborative evidence, that a thrill of anxiety for the + result ran suddenly through me. + </p> + <p> + Until that moment I believed Darby had repossessed himself of the assignat + when Crofts lay insensible on the ground; at least I remembered well that + he stooped over him and appeared to take something from him. While I was + puzzling my mind on this point, I did not remark that the lawyer was + proceeding to impress on the jury the full force of conviction such a + circumstance implied. + </p> + <p> + The offer I had made to Crofts to barter the assignat for an English note; + my urgent entreaty to have it restored to me; the arguments I had employed + to persuade him that no suspicion could attach to my possession of it,—were + all narrated with so little of exaggeration that I was actually unable to + say what assertion I could object to, while I was conscious that the + inferences sought to be drawn from them were false and unjust. + </p> + <p> + Having displayed with consummate skill the critical position this paper + had involved me in, he took the opportunity of contrasting the anxiety I + evinced for my escape from my difficulty, with the temperate conduct of my + antagonist, whose loyalty left him no other course than to retain + possession of the note, and inquire into the circumstances by which it + reached my hands. + </p> + <p> + Irritated by the steady determination of Crofts, it was said that I + endeavored by opprobrious epithets and insulting language to provoke a + quarrel, which a sense of my inferiority as an antagonist rendered a thing + impossible to be thought of. Baffled in every way, I was said to have + rushed from the room, double-locking it on the outside, and hurried down + the stairs and out of the barrack; not to escape, however, but with a + purpose very different,—to return in a few moments accompanied by + three fellows, whom I passed with the guard as men wishing to recruit. To + ascend the stairs, unlock the door, and fall on the imprisoned officer, + was the work of an instant. His defence, although courageous and resolute, + was but brief. His sword being broken, he was felled by a blow of a + bludgeon, and thus believed dead. The ruffians ransacked his pockets, and + departed. + </p> + <p> + The same countersign which admitted, passed them out as they went; and + when morning broke the wounded man was found weltering in his blood, but + with life still remaining, and strength enough to recount what had + occurred. By a mere accident, it was stated, the French bank-note had not + been consigned to his pocket, but fell during the struggle, and was + discovered the next day on the floor. + </p> + <p> + These were the leading features of an accusation, which, however + improbable while thus briefly and boldly narrated, hung together with a + wonderful coherence in the speech of the lawyer, supported as they were by + the number of small circumstances corroboratory of certain immaterial + portions of the story. Thus, the political opinions I professed; the + doubtful—nay, equivocal—position I occupied; the intercourse + with France or Frenchmen, as proved by the <i>billet de banque</i>; my + sudden disappearance after the event, and my escape thither, where I + continued to live until, as it was alleged, I believed that years had + eradicated all trace of, if not my crime, myself,—such were the + statements displayed with all the specious inferences of habitual + plausibility, and to confirm which by evidence Sir Montague Crofts was + called to give his testimony. + </p> + <p> + There was a murmur of expectancy through the court as this well-known + individual's name was pronounced; and in a few moments the throng around + the inner bar opened, and a tall figure appeared upon the witness table. + The same instant that I caught sight of his features he had turned his + glance on me, and we stood for some seconds confronting each other. Mutual + defiance seemed the gage between us; and I saw, with a thrill of savage + pleasure, that after a minute or so his cheek flushed, and he averted his + face and appeared ill at ease and uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + To the first questions of the lawyer he answered with evident constraint, + and in a low, subdued voice; but soon recovering his self-possession, gave + his testimony freely and boldly, corroborating by his words all the + statements of his advocate. By both the court and the jury he was heard + with attention and deference; and when he took a passing occasion to + allude to his loyalty and attachment to the constitution, the senior judge + interrupted him by saying,— + </p> + <p> + “On that point, Sir Montague, no second opinion can exist. Your character + for unimpeachable honor is well known to the court.” + </p> + <p> + The examination was brief, lasting scarcely half an hour; and when the + young lawyer came forward to put some questions as cross-examination, his + want of instruction and ignorance were at once seen, and the witness was + dismissed almost immediately. + </p> + <p> + Sir Montague's advocate declined calling any other witness. The regiment + to which his client then belonged was on foreign service; but he felt + satisfied that the case required nothing in addition to the evidence the + jury had heard. + </p> + <p> + A few moments of deliberation ensued among the members of the bench; and + then the senior judge called on my lawyer to proceed with the defence. + </p> + <p> + The young barrister rose with diffidence, and expressed in few words his + inability to rebut the statements that had been made by any evidence in + his power to produce. “The prisoner, my lord,” said he, “has confided + nothing to me of his case. I am ignorant of everything, save what has + taken place in open court.” + </p> + <p> + “It is true, my lord,” said I, interrupting. “The facts of this unhappy + circumstance are known but to three individuals. You have already heard + the version which one of them has given; you shall now hear mine. The + third, whose testimony might incline the balance in my favor, is, I am + told, no longer in this country; and I have only to discharge the debt I + feel due to myself and to my own honor, by narrating the real occurrence, + and leave the issue in your hands, to deal with as your consciences may + dictate.” + </p> + <p> + With the steadiness of purpose truth inspires, and in few words, I + narrated the whole of my adventure with Crofts, down to the moment of + Darby's sudden appearance. I told of what passed between us; and how the + altercation, that began in angry words, terminated in a personal struggle, + where, as the weaker, I was overcome, and lay beneath the weapon of my + antagonist, by which already I had received a severe and dangerous wound. + </p> + <p> + “I should hesitate here, my lords,” said I, “before I spoke of one who + then came to my aid, if I did not know that he is already removed by a + heavy sentence, both from the penalty his gallant conduct might call down + on him, and the enmity which the prosecutor would as certainly pursue him + with. But he is beyond the reach of either, and I may speak of him + freely.” + </p> + <p> + I then told of Darby's appearance that night in the barrack, disguised as + a ballad-singer; how in this capacity he passed the sentry, and was + present in the room when the officers entered to decide the wager; that he + had quitted it soon after their arrival, and only returned on hearing the + noise of the scuffle between Crofts and myself. The struggle itself I + remembered but imperfectly, but so far as my memory bore me out, + recapitulated to the court. + </p> + <p> + “I will relate, my lords,” said I, “the few events which followed,—not + that they can in any wise corroborate the plain statement I have made, nor + indeed that they bear, save remotely, on the events mentioned; but I will + do so in the hope,—a faint hope it is,—that in this court + there might be found some one person who could add his testimony to mine, + and say, 'This is true; to that I can myself bear witness.'” + </p> + <p> + With this brief preface, I told how Darby had brought me to a house in an + obscure street, in which a man, apparently dying, was stretched upon a + miserable bed; that while my wound was being dressed, a car came to the + door with the intention of conveying the sick man away somewhere. This, + however, was deemed impossible, so near did his last hour appear; and in + his place I was taken off, and placed on board the vessel bound for + France. + </p> + <p> + “Of my career in that country it is needless that I should speak; it can + neither throw light upon the events which preceded it, nor have any + interest for the court My commission as a captain of the Imperial Hussars + may, however, testify the position that I occupied; while the certificate + of the minister of war on the back will show that I quitted the service + voluntarily, and with honor.” + </p> + <p> + “The court would advise you, sir,” said the judge, “not to advert to + circumstances which, while they contribute nothing to your exculpation, + may have a very serious effect on the minds of the jury against you. Have + you any witnesses to call?” + </p> + <p> + “None, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + A pause of some minutes ensued, when the only sounds in the court were the + whispering tones of Crofts's voice, as he said something into his + counsel's ear. The lawyer rose. + </p> + <p> + “My task, my lords,” said he, “is a short one. Indeed, in all probability, + I need not trouble either your lordships or the jury with an additional + word on a case where the evidence so conclusively establishes the guilt of + the accused, and where attempt to contradict it has been so abortive. + Never, perhaps, was a story narrated within the walls of a court so full + of improbable—might I not almost say impossible—events, as + that of the prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + He then recapitulated, with rapid but accurate detail, the principal + circumstances of my story, bestowing some brief comment on each as he + went. He sneered at the account of the struggle, and turned the whole + description of the contest with Crofts into ridicule,—calling on the + jury to bestow a glance on the manly strength and vigorous proportions of + his client, and then remember the age of his antagonist,—a boy of + fourteen. + </p> + <p> + “I forgot, gentlemen (I ask your pardon), he confesses to one ally,—this + famous piper. I really did hope that was a name we had done with forever. + I indulged the dream, that among the memories of an awful period this was + never to recur; but unhappily the expectation was delusive. The fellow is + brought once more before us; and perhaps, for the first time in his long + life of iniquity, charged with a crime he did not commit.” In a few + sentences he explained that a large reward was at that very moment offered + for the apprehension of Darby, who never would have ventured under any + disguise to approach the capital, much less trust himself within the walls + of a barrack. + </p> + <p> + “The tissue of wild and inconsistent events which the prisoner has + detailed as following the assault, deserves no attention at my hands. + Where was this house? What was the street? Who was this doctor of which he + speaks? And the sick man, how was he called?” + </p> + <p> + “I remember his name well; it is the only one I remember among all I + heard,” said I, from the dock. + </p> + <p> + “Let us hear it, then,” said the lawyer, half contemptuously. + </p> + <p> + “Daniel Fortescue was the name he was called by.” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely was the name uttered by me, when Crofts leaned back in his seat + and became pale as death; while, stretching out his hand, he took hold of + the lawyer's gown and drew him towards him. For a second or two he + continued to speak with rapid utterance in the advocate's ear; and then + covering his face with his handkerchief, leaned his head on the rail + before him. + </p> + <p> + “It is necessary, my lords,” said the lawyer, “that I should explain the + reason of my client's emotion, and at the same time unveil the baseness + which has dictated this last effort of the prisoner, if not to injure the + reputation, to wound the feelings, of my client. The individual whose name + has been mentioned was the half brother of my client; and whose unhappy + connection with the disastrous events of the year '98 involved him in a + series of calamities which ended in his death, which took place in the + year 1800, but some months earlier than the circumstance which we now are + investigating. The introduction of this unhappy man's name was, then, a + malignant effort of the prisoner to insult the feelings of my client, on + which your lordships and the jury will place its true value.” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of disapprobation ran through the crowded court as these words + were spoken; but whether directed against me or against the comment of the + lawyer I could not determine; nor, such was the confusion I then felt, + could I follow the remainder of the advocate's address with anything like + clearness. At last he concluded; and the chief justice, after a whispered + conversation with his brethren of the bench, thus began:— + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen of the jury, the case which you have this day to try, to my + mind presents but one feature of doubt and difficulty. The great fact for + your consideration is, to determine to which of two opposite and + conflicting testimonies you will accord your credence. On the one side you + have the story of the prosecutor, a man of position and character, high in + the confidence of honorable men, and invested with all the attributes of + rank and station; on the other, you have a narrative strongly coherent in + some parts, equally difficult to account for in others, given by the + prisoner, whose life, even by his own showing, has none of those + recommendations to your good opinions which are based on loyalty and + attachment to the constitution of these realms. Both testimonies are + unsupported by any collateral evidence. The prosecutor's regiment is in + India, and the only witnesses he could adduce are many thousand miles off. + The prisoner appeals also to the absent, but with less of reason; for if + we could call this man, M'Keown, before us,—if, I say, we had this + same Darby M'Keown in court—” + </p> + <p> + A tremendous uproar in the hall without drowned the remainder of the + sentence; and although the crier loudly proclaimed silence, and the bench + twice interposed its authority to enforce it, the tumult continued, and + eventually extended within the court itself, where all semblance of + respect seemed suddenly annihilated. + </p> + <p> + “If this continues one moment longer,” exclaimed the chief justice, “I + will commit to Newgate the very first disorderly person I can discover.” + </p> + <p> + The threat, however, did but partially calm the disturbance, which, in a + confused murmur, prevailed from the benches of the counsel to the very + galleries of the court. + </p> + <p> + “What means this?” said the judge, in a voice of anger. “Who is it that + dares to interfere with the administration of justice here?” + </p> + <p> + “A witness,—a witness, my lord,” called out several voices from the + passage of the court; while a crowd pushed violently forward, and came + struggling onwards till the leading figures were pressed over the inner + bar. + </p> + <p> + Again the judge repeated his question, while he made a signal for the + officer of the court to approach him. + </p> + <p> + “'Tis me, my lord,” shouted a deep-toned voice from the middle of the + crowd. “Your lordship was asking for Darby M'Keown, and it isn't himself's + ashamed of the name!” + </p> + <p> + A perfect yell of approval broke from the ragged mob, which now filled + every avenue and passage of the court, and even jammed up the stairs and + the entrance halls. And now, raised upon the shoulders of the crowd, Darby + appeared, borne aloft in triumph; his broad and daring face, bronzed with + sun and weather, glowed with a look of reckless effrontery, which no awe + of the court nor any fear for himself was able to repress. + </p> + <p> + Of my own sensations while this scene was enacting I need not speak; and + as I gazed at the weather-beaten features of the hardy piper, it demanded + every effort of my reason to believe in the testimony of my eyesight. Had + he come back from death itself the surprise would scarcely have been + greater. Meanwhile the tumult was allayed; and the lawyers on either side—for, + now that a glimmer of hope appeared, my advocate had entered with spirit + on his duties—were discussing the admissibility of evidence at the + present stage of the proceedings. This point being speedily established in + my favor, another and a graver question arose: how far the testimony of a + convicted felon—for such the lawyer at once called Darby—could + be received as evidence. + </p> + <p> + Cases were quoted and authorities shown to prove that such cannot be heard + as witnesses,—that they are among those whom the law pronounces + infamous and unworthy of credit; and while the lawyer continued to pour + forth on this topic a perfect ocean of arguments, he was interrupted by + the court, who affirmed the opinion, and concurred in his view of the + case. + </p> + <p> + “It only remains, then, my lord,” said my counsel, “for the Crown to + establish the identity of the individual—” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing easier,” interposed the other. + </p> + <p> + “I beg pardon; I was about to add,—and produce the record of his + conviction.” + </p> + <p> + This last seemed a felling blow; for although the old lawyer never evinced + here or at any other time the slightest appearance of discomfiture at any + opposition, I could see by the puckering of the deep lines around his + mouth that he felt vexed and annoyed by this new suggestion. + </p> + <p> + An eager and animated discussion ensued, in which my advocate was assisted + by the advice of some senior counsel; and again the point was ruled in my + favor, and Darby M'Keown was desired to mount the table. + </p> + <p> + It required all the efforts of the various officers of the court to + repress another outbreak of mob enthusiasm at the decision; for already + the trial had assumed a feature perfectly distinct from any common + infraction of the law. Its political bearing had long since imparted a + character of party warfare to the whole proceeding; and while Sir Montague + Crofts found his well-wishers among the better dressed and more + respectable persons present, a much more numerous body of supporters + claimed me as their own, and in defiance of all the usages and solemnity + of the place, did not scruple to bestow on me looks and even words of + encouragement at every stage of the trial. Darby's appearance was the + climax of this popular enthusiasm. There were few who had not seen, or at + least heard of, the celebrated piper in times past. His daring infraction + of the law; his reputed skill in evading detection; his acquaintance with + every clew and circumstance of the late rebellion; the confidence he + enjoyed among all the leaders—had made him a hero in a land where + such qualities are certain of obtaining their due estimation. And now, the + reckless effrontery of his presence as a witness in a court of justice + while the sentence of transportation still hung over him, was a claim to + admiration none refused to acknowledge. + </p> + <p> + His air and demeanor as he took his seat on the table seemed an + acknowledgment of the homage rendered him: for though, as he placed his + worn and ragged hat beside his feet, and stroked down his short black hair + on his forehead, a careless observer might have suspected him of feeling + awed and abashed by the presence in which he sat, one more conversant with + his countrymen would have detected in the quiet leer of his roguish black + eye, and a certain protrusion of his thick under lip, that Darby was as + perfectly at his ease there as the eminent judge was who now fixed his + eyes upon him. A short, but not disrespectful nod was the only notice he + bestowed on me; and then concealing his joined hands within his sleeves, + and drawing his legs back beneath the chair, he assumed that attitude of + mock humility your least bashful Irishman is so commonly fond of. + </p> + <p> + The veteran barrister was meanwhile surveying the witness with the + peculiar scrutiny of his caste: he looked at him through his spectacles, + and then he stared at him above them; he measured him from head to foot, + his eye dwelling on every little circumstance of his dress or demeanor, as + though to catch some clew to his habits of thinking or acting. Never did a + matador survey the brawny animal with which he was about to contend in + skill or strength with more critical acumen than did the lawyer regard + Darby the Blast. Nor was the object of this examination unaware of it; + very far from this, indeed. He seemed pleased by the degree of attention + bestowed on him, and felt all the flattery such notice conveyed; but while + doing so, you could only detect his satisfaction in an occasional sidelong + look of drollery, which, brief and fleeting as it was, had still a + numerous body of admirers through the court, whose muttered expressions of + “Divil fear ye, Darby! but ye 're up to them any day;” or “Faix! 't is + himself cares little about them!” showed they had no lack of confidence in + the piper. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0022" id="linkimage-0022"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page294.jpg" alt="Browndarbyinthechair294 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Your name is M'Keown, sir?” said the lawyer, with that abruptness which + so often succeeds in oversetting the balance of a witness's + self-possession. “Yes, sir; Darby M'Keown.” “Did you ever go by any other + than this?” “They do call me 'Darby the Blast' betimes, av that 'a a + name.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that the only other name you have been called by?” “I misremember + rightly, it's so long since I was among friends and acquaintances; but if + yer honor would remind me a little, maybe I could tell.” “Well, were you + ever called 'Larry the Flail?'” “Faix, I was,” replied he, laughing; + “divil a doubt of it.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you come by the name of 'Larry the Flail'?” + </p> + <p> + “They gave me the name up at Mulhuldad there, for bating one M'Clancy with + a flail.” + </p> + <p> + “A very good reason. So you got the name because you beat a certain + M'Clancy with a flail?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't say that; I only said they gave me the name because they said I + bate him.” + </p> + <p> + “Were you ever called 'Fire-the-Haggard'?” + </p> + <p> + “I was, often.” + </p> + <p> + “For no reason, of course?” + </p> + <p> + “Divil a may son. The boys said it in sport, just as they talk of yer + honor out there in the hall.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you mean,—talk of me?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure I heard them say myself, as I was coming in, that you wor a clever + man and a 'cute lawyer. They do be always humbugging that way.” + </p> + <p> + A titter ran round the benches of the barristers at this speech, which was + delivered with a naïve simplicity that would deceive many. + </p> + <p> + “You were a United Irishman, Mr. M'Keown, I believe?” rejoined the + counsel, with a frown of stern intimidation. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; and a White Boy, and a Defender, and a Thrasher besides. I was + in all the fun them times.” + </p> + <p> + “The Thrashers are the fellows, I believe, who must beat any man they are + appointed to attack; isn't that so?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “So that, if I was mentioned to you as a person to be assaulted, although + I had never done you any injury, you 'd not hesitate to waylay me?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, I wouldn't do that. I'd not touch yer honor.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come; what do you mean? Why wouldn't you touch me?” + </p> + <p> + “I' d rather not tell, av it was plazing to ye.” + </p> + <p> + “You must tell, sir; speak out! Why wouldn't you attack me?” + </p> + <p> + “They say, sir,” said Darby,—and as he spoke, his voice assumed a + peculiar lisp, meant to express great modesty,—“they say, sir, that + when a man has a big wart on his nose there, like yer honor, it's not + lucky to bate him, for that's the way the divil marks his own.” + </p> + <p> + This time the decorum of the court gave way entirely, and the unwashed + faces which filled the avenues and passages were all expanded in open + laughter; nor was it easy to restore order again amid the many marks of + approval and encouragement bestowed on Darby by his numerous admirers. + </p> + <p> + “Remember where you are, sir,” said the judge, severely. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my lord,” said Darby, with an air of submission. “'T is the first + time I was ever in sich a situation as this. I 'm much more at my ease + when I 'm down in the dock there; it's what I 'm most used to, God help + me.” + </p> + <p> + The whining tone in which he delivered this mock lament on his misfortunes + occasioned another outbreak of the mob, who were threatened with expulsion + from the court if any future interruption took place. + </p> + <p> + “You were, then, a member of every illegal society of the time, Mr. + Darby?” said the lawyer, returning to the examination. “Is it not so?” + </p> + <p> + “Most of them, anyhow,” was the cool reply. + </p> + <p> + “You took an active part in the doings of the year '98 also?” + </p> + <p> + “Throth I did,—mighty active. I walked from beyant Castlecomer one + day to Dublin to see a trial here. Be the same token, it was Mr. Curran + made a hare of yer honor that day. Begorrah I wonder ye ever held up yer + head after.” + </p> + <p> + Here a burst of laughter at the recollection seemed to escape Darby so + naturally, that its contagious effects were felt throughout the assembly. + </p> + <p> + “You are a wit, Mr. M'Keown, I fancy, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Bedad I 'm not, sir; very little of that same would have kept out of this + to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “But you came here to serve a friend,—a very old friend, he calls + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Does he?” said Darby, with an energy of tone and manner very different + from what he had hitherto used. “Does Master Tom say that?” + </p> + <p> + As the poor fellow's cheek flushed, and his eyes sparkled with proud + emotion, I could perceive that the lawyer's face underwent a change + equally rapid. A look of triumph at having at length discovered the + assailable point of the witness's temperament now passed over his pale + features, and gave them an expression of astonishing intelligence. + </p> + <p> + “A very natural thing it is, Darby, that he should call you so. You were + companions at an early period,—at least of his life; + fellow-travellers, too, if I don't mistake?” + </p> + <p> + Although these words were spoken in a tone of careless freedom, and + intended to encourage Darby to some expansion on the same theme, the + cunning fellow had recovered all his habitual self-possession, and merely + answered, if answer it could be called,— + </p> + <p> + “I was a poor man, sir, and lived by the pipes.” + </p> + <p> + The advocate and the witness exchanged looks at this moment, in which + their relative positions were palpably conveyed. Each seemed to say it was + a drawn battle; but the lawyer returned with vigor to the charge; desiring + Darby to mention the manner in which our first acquaintance began, and how + the intimacy was originally formed. + </p> + <p> + He narrated with clearness and accuracy every step of our early + wanderings; and while never misstating a single fact, contrived to exhibit + my career as totally devoid of any participation in the treasonable doings + of the period. Indeed, he laid great stress on the fact that my + acquaintance with Charles de Meudon had withdrawn me from all relations + with the insurgent party, between whom and the French allies feelings of + open dislike and distrust existed. Of the scene at the barrack his account + varied in nothing from that I had already given; nor was all the ingenuity + of a long and intricate cross-examination able to shake his testimony in + the most minute particular. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, then, you know Sir Montague Crofts? It is quite clear that you + cannot mistake a person with whom you had a struggle such as you speak + of.” + </p> + <p> + “Faix, I'd know his skin upon a bush,” said Darby, “av he was like what I + remember him; but sure he may be changed since that. They tell me I'm + looking ould myself; and no wonder. Hunting kangaroos wears the + constitution terribly.” + </p> + <p> + “Look around the court, now, and say if he be here.” + </p> + <p> + Darby rose from his seat, and shading his eyes with his hand, took a + deliberate survey of the court. Though well knowing, from past experience, + in what part of the assembly the person he sought would probably be, he + seized the occasion to scrutinize the features of the various persons, + whom under no other pretence could he have examined. + </p> + <p> + “It's not on the bench, sir, you need look for him,” said the lawyer, as + M'Keown remained for a considerable time with his eyes bent in that + direction. + </p> + <p> + “Bedad there's no knowing,” rejoined Darby, doubtfully; “av he was dressed + up that way, I wouldn't know him from an old ram.” + </p> + <p> + He turned round as he said this, and gazed steadfastly towards the bar. It + was an anxious moment for me: should Darby make any mistake in the + identity of Crofts, his whole testimony would be so weakened in the + opinion of the jury as to be nearly valueless. I watched his eyes, + therefore, as they ranged over the crowded mass, with a palpitating heart; + and when at last his glance settled on a far part of the court, very + distant from that occupied by Crofts, I grew almost sick with apprehension + lest he should mistake another for him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said the lawyer; “do you see him now?” + </p> + <p> + “Arrah, it's humbugging me yez are,” said Darby, roughly, while he threw + himself down into his chair in apparent ill temper. + </p> + <p> + A loud burst of laughter broke from the bar at this sudden ebullition of + passion, so admirably feigned that none suspected its reality; and while + the sounds of mirth were subsiding, Darby dropped his head, and placed his + hand above his ear. “There it is, by gorra; there's no mistaking that + laugh, anyhow,” cried he; “there's a screech in it might plaze an owl.” + And with that he turned abruptly round and faced the bench where Crofts + was seated. “I heard it a while ago, but I couldn't say where. That's the + man,” said he, pointing with his finger to Crofts, who seemed actually to + cower beneath his piercing glance. + </p> + <p> + “Remember, sir, you are on your solemn oath. Will you swear that the + gentleman there is Sir Montague Crofts?” + </p> + <p> + “I know nothing about Sir Montague,” said Darby, composedly, while rising + he walked over towards the edge of the table where Crofts was sitting, + “but I'll swear that's the same Captain Crofts that I knocked down while + he was shortening his sword to run it through Master Burke; and by the + same token, he has a cut in the skull where he fell on the fender.” And + before the other could prevent it, he stretched out his hand, and placed + it on the back of the crown of Crofts's head. “There it is, just as I + tould you.” + </p> + <p> + The sensation these words created in the court was most striking, and even + the old lawyer appeared overwhelmed at the united craft and consistency of + the piper. The examination was resumed; but Darby's evidence tallied so + accurately with my statement that its continuance only weakened the case + for the prosecution. + </p> + <p> + As the sudden flash of the lightning will sometimes disclose what in the + long blaze of noonday has escaped the beholder, so will conviction break + unexpectedly upon the human mind from some slight but striking + circumstance which comes with the irresistible force of unpremeditated + truthfulness. From that moment it was clear the jury to a man were with + Darby. They paid implicit attention to all he said, and made notes of + every trivial fact he mentioned; while he, as if divining the impression + he had made, became rigorously cautious that not a particle of his + evidence could be shaken, nor the effect of his testimony weakened by even + a passing phrase of exaggeration. It was, indeed, a phenomenon worth + studying, to see this fellow, whose natural disposition was the + irrepressible love of drollery and recklessness,—whose whole heart + seemed bent on the indulgence of his wayward, careless humor,—suddenly + throw off every eccentricity of his character, and become a steady and + accurate witness, delivering his evidence carefully and cautiously, and + never suffering his own leanings to repartee, nor the badgering allusions + of his questioner, to draw him for a moment away from the great object he + had set before him; resisting every line, every bait, the cunning lawyer + threw out to seduce him into that land of fancy so congenial to an + Irishman's temperament, he was firm against all temptation, and even + endured that severest of all tests to the forbearance of his country,—he + suffered the laugh more than once to be raised at his expense, without an + effort to retort on his adversary. + </p> + <p> + The examination lasted three hours; and at its conclusion, every fact I + stated had received confirmation from Darby's testimony, down to the + moment when we left the barrack together. + </p> + <p> + “Now, M'Keown,” said the lawyer, “I am about to call your recollection, + which is so wonderfully accurate that it can give you no trouble in + remembering, to a circumstance which immediately followed the affair.” + </p> + <p> + As he got thus far, Crofts leaned over and drew the counsel towards him + while he whispered some words rapidly in his ear. A brief dialogue ensued + between them; at the conclusion of which the lawyer turned round, and + addressing Darby, said,— + </p> + <p> + “You may go down, sir; I 've done with you.” “Wait a moment,” said the + young barrister on my side, who quickly perceived that the interruption + had its secret object. “My learned friend was about to ask you concerning + something which happened after you left the barrack; and although he has + changed his mind on the subject, we on this side would be glad to hear + what you have to say.” + </p> + <p> + Darby's eyes flashed with unwonted brilliancy; and I thought I caught a + glance of triumphant meaning towards Crofts, as he began his recital, + which was in substance nothing more than what the reader already knows. + When he came to the mention of Fortescue's name, however, Crofts, whose + excitement was increasing at each moment, lost all command over himself, + and cried out,— + </p> + <p> + “It's false! every word untrue! The man was dead at the time.” + </p> + <p> + The court rebuked the interruption, and Darby went on. + </p> + <p> + “No, my lord; he was alive. But Mr. Crofts is not to blame, for he + believed he was dead; and, more than that, he thought he took the sure way + to make him so.” + </p> + <p> + These words produced the greatest excitement throughout the court; and an + animated discussion ensued, how far the testimony could go to inculpate a + party not accused. It was ruled, at last, the evidence should be heard, as + touching the case on trial, and not immediately as regarded Crofts. And + then Darby began a recital, of which I had never heard a syllable before, + nor had I conceived the slightest suspicion. + </p> + <p> + The story, partly told in narrative form, partly elicited by questioning, + was briefly this. + </p> + <p> + Daniel Fortescue was the son of a Roscommon gentleman of large fortune, of + whom also Crofts was the illegitimate child. The father, a man of high + Tory politics, had taken a most determined part against the patriotic + party in Ireland, to which his son Daniel had shown himself, on more than + one occasion, favorable. The consequence was, a breach of affection + between them; widened into an actual rupture, by the old man, who was a + widower, taking home to his house the illegitimate son, and announcing to + his household that he would leave him everything he could in the world. + </p> + <p> + To Daniel, the blow was all that he needed to precipitate his ruin. He + abandoned the university, where already he had distinguished himself, and + threw himself heart and soul into the movement of the “United Irish” + party. At first, high hopes of an independent nation,—a separate + kingdom, with its own train of interests, and its own sphere of power and + influence,—was the dream of those with whom he associated. But as + events rolled on it was found, that to mature their plans it was necessary + to connect themselves with the masses, by whose agency the insurrectionary + movement was to be effected; and in doing so, they discovered, that + although theories of liberty and independence, high notions of pure + government, may have charms for men of intellect and intelligence, to the + mob the price of a rebellion must be paid down in the sterling coin of + pillage and plunder,—or even, worse, the triumphant dominion of the + depraved and the base over the educated and the worthy. + </p> + <p> + Many who favored the patriotic cause, as it was called, became so + disgusted at the low associates and base intercourse the game of party + required, that they abandoned the field at once, leaving to others, less + scrupulous or more ardent, the path they could not stoop to follow. It was + probable that young Fortescue might have been among these, had he been + left to the guidance of his own judgment and inclination; for, as a man of + honor and intelligence, he could not help feeling shocked at the demands + made by those who were the spokesmen of the people. But this course he was + not permitted to take, owing to the influence of a man who had succeeded + in obtaining the most absolute power over him. + </p> + <p> + This was a certain Maurice Mulcahy, a well-known member of the various + illegal clubs of the day, and originally a country schoolmaster. Mulcahy + it was who first infected Fortescue's mind with the poison of this party,—now + lending him volumes of the incendiary trash with which the press teemed; + now newspapers, whose articles were headed, “Orange outrage on a harmless + and unresisting peasantry!” or, “Another sacrifice of the people to the + bloody vengeance of the Saxon!” By these, his youthful mind became + interested in the fate of those he believed to be treated with reckless + cruelty and oppression; while, as he advanced in years, his reason was + appealed to by those great and spirit-stirring addresses which Grattan and + Curran were continually delivering, either in the senate or at the bar, + and wherein the most noble aspirations after liberty were united with + sentiments breathing love of country and devoted patriotism. To connect + the garbled and lying statements of a debased newspaper press with the + honorable hopes and noble conceptions of men of mind and genius, was the + fatal process of his political education; and never was there a time when + such a delusion was more easy. + </p> + <p> + Mulcahy, now stimulating the boyish ardor of a high-spirited youth, now + flattering his vanity by promises of the position one of his ancient name + and honored lineage must assume in the great national movement, gradually + became his directing genius, swaying every resolution and ruling every + determination of his mind. He never left his victim for a moment; and + while thus insuring the unbounded influence he exercised, he gave proof of + a seeming attachment, which Fortescue confidently believed in. Mulcahy, + too, never wanted for money; alleging that the leaders of the plot knew + the value of Fortescue's alliance, and were willing to advance him any + sums he needed, he supplied the means of every extravagance a wild and + careless youth indulged in, and thus riveted the chain of his bondage to + him. + </p> + <p> + When the rebellion broke out, Fortescue, like many more, was horror-struck + at the conduct of his party. He witnessed hourly scenes of cruelty and + bloodshed at which his heart revolted, but to avow his compassion for + which would have cost him his life on the spot. He was in the stream, + however, and must go with the torrent; and what will not stern necessity + compel? Daily intimacy with the base-hearted and the low, hourly + association with crime, and perhaps more than either, despair of success, + broke him down completely, and with the blind fatuity of one predestined + to evil, he became careless what happened to him, and indifferent to + whatever fate was before him. + </p> + <p> + Still, between him and his associates there lay a wide gulf. The tree, + withered and blighted as it was, still preserved some semblance of its + once beauty; and among that mass of bigotry and bloodshed, his nature + shone forth conspicuously as something of a different order of being. To + none was this superiority more insulting than to the parties themselves. + So long as the period of devising and planning the movement of an + insurrection lasts, the presence of a gentleman, or a man of birth or + rank, will be hailed with acclamation and delight. Let the hour of acting + arrive, however, and the scruples of an honorable mind, or the repugnance + of a high-spirited nature, will be treated as cowardice by those who only + recognized bravery in deeds of blood, and know no heroism save when allied + to cruelty. + </p> + <p> + Fortescue became suspected by his party. Hints were circulated, and rumors + reached him, that he was watched; that it was no time for hanging back. He + who sacrificed everything for the cause to be thus accused! He consulted + Mulcahy; and to his utter discomfiture discovered that even his old ally + and adviser was not devoid of doubt regarding him. Something must be done, + and that speedily,—he cared not what. Life had long ceased to + interest him either by hope or fear. The only tie that bound him to + existence was the strange desire to be respected by those his heart + sickened at the thought of. + </p> + <p> + An attack was at that time planned against the house and family of a + Wexford gentleman, whose determined opposition to the rebel movement had + excited all their hatred. Fortescue demanded to be the leader of that + expedition; and was immediately named to the post by those who were glad + to have the opportunity of testing his conduct by such an emergency. + </p> + <p> + The attack took place at night,—a scene of the most fearful and + appalling cruelty, such as the historian yet records among the most + dreadful of that dreadful period. The house was burned to the ground, and + its inmates butchered, regardless of age or sex. In the effort to save a + female from the flames, Fortescue was struck down by one of his party; + while another nearly cleft his chest across with a cut of a large knife. + He fell, covered with blood, and lay seemingly dead. When his party + retreated, however, he summoned strength to creep under shelter of a + ditch, and lay there till near daybreak, when he was found by another gang + of the rebel faction, who knew nothing of the circumstances of his wound, + and carried him away to a place of safety. + </p> + <p> + For some months he lay dangerously ill. Hectic fever, consequent on long + suffering, brought him to the very brink of the grave; and at last he + managed by stealth to reach Dublin, where a doctor well known to the party + resided, and under whose care he ultimately recovered, and succeeded at + last in taking a passage to America. Meanwhile his death was currently + believed, and Crofts was everywhere recognized as the heir to the fortune. + </p> + <p> + Mulcahy, of whom it is necessary to speak a few words, was soon after + apprehended on a charge of rebellion, and sentenced to transportation. He + appealed to many who had known him, as he said, in better times, to speak + to his character. Among others, Captain Crofts—so he then was—was + summoned. His evidence, however, was rather injurious than favorable to + the prisoner; and although not in any way influencing the sentence, was + believed by the populace to have mainly contributed to its severity. + </p> + <p> + Such was, in substance, the singular story which was now told before the + court,—told without any effort at concealment or reserve; and to the + proof of which M'Keown was willing to proceed at once. + </p> + <p> + “This, my lord,” said Darby, as he concluded, “is a good time and place to + give back to Mr. Crofts a trifling article I took from him the night at + the barracks. I thought it was the bank-notes I was getting; but it turned + out better, after all.” + </p> + <p> + With that he produced a strong black leather pocket-book, fastened by a + steel clasp. No sooner did Crofts behold it, than, with the spring of a + tiger, he leaped forward and endeavored to clutch it. But Darby was on his + guard, and immediately drew back his hand, calling out,— + </p> + <p> + “No, no, sir! I didn't keep it by me eight long years to give it up that + way. There, my lords,” said he, as he handed it to the bench, “there's his + pocket-book, with plenty of notes in it from many a one well known,—Maurice + Mulcahy among the rest,—and you'll soon see who it was first tempted + Fortescue to ruin, and who paid the money for doing it.” + </p> + <p> + A burst of horror and astonishment broke from the assembled crowd as Darby + spoke. + </p> + <p> + Then, in a loud, determined tone, “He is a perjurer!” screamed Crofts. “I + repeat it, my lord; Fortescue is dead.” + </p> + <p> + “Faix! and for a dead man he has a remarkable appetite,” said Darby, “and + an elegant color in his face besides; for there he stands.” + </p> + <p> + And as he spoke, he pointed with his finger to a man who was leaning with + folded arms against one of the pillars that supported the gallery. + </p> + <p> + Every eye was now turned in the direction towards him; while the young + barrister called out, “Is your name Daniel Fortescue?” + </p> + <p> + But before any answer could follow, several among the lawyers, who had + known him in his college days, and felt attachment to him, had surrounded + and recognized him. + </p> + <p> + “I am Daniel Fortescue, my lord,” said the stranger. “Whatever may be the + consequences of the avowal, I say it here, before this court, that every + statement the witness has made regarding me is true to the letter.” + </p> + <p> + A low, faint sound, heard throughout the stillness that followed these + words, now echoed throughout the court; and Crofts had fallen, fainting, + over the bench behind him. + </p> + <p> + A scene of tumultuous excitement now ensued, for while Crofts's friends, + many of whom were present, assisted to carry him into the air, others + pressed eagerly forward to catch a sight of Fortescue, who had already + rivalled Darby himself in the estimation of the spectators. + </p> + <p> + He was a tall, powerfully-built man, of about thirty-five or thirty-six, + dressed in the blue jacket and trousers of a sailor; but neither the + habitude of his profession nor the humble dress he wore could conceal the + striking evidence his air and bearing indicated of condition and birth. As + he mounted the witness table,—for it was finally agreed that his + testimony in disproof or corroboration of M'Keown should be heard,—a + murmur of approbation went round, partly at the daring step he had thus + ventured on taking, and partly excited by those personal gifts which are + ever certain to have their effect upon any crowded assembly. + </p> + <p> + I need not enter into the details of his evidence, which was given in a + frank, straightforward manner, well suited to his appearance; never + concealing for a moment the cause he had himself embarked in, nor assuming + any favorable coloring for actions which ingenuity and the zeal of party + would have found subjects for encomium rather than censure. + </p> + <p> + His narrative not only confirmed all that Darby asserted, but also + disclosed the atrocious scheme by which he had been first induced to join + the ranks of the disaffected party. This was the work of Crofts, who knew + and felt that Fortescue was the great barrier between himself and a large + fortune. For this purpose Mulcahy was hired; to this end the whole long + train of perfidy laid, which eventuated in his ruin: for so artfully had + the plot been devised, each day's occurrence rendered retreat more + difficult, until at last it became impossible. + </p> + <p> + The reader is already aware of the catastrophe which concluded his career + in the rebel army. It only remains now to be told that he escaped to + America, where he entered as a sailor on board a merchantman; and although + his superior acquirements and conduct might have easily bettered his + fortune in his new walk in life, the dread of detection never left his + mind, and he preferred the hardships before the mast to the vacillation of + hope and fear a more conspicuous position would have exposed him to. + </p> + <p> + The vessel in which he served was wrecked off the coast of New Holland, + and he and a few others of the crew were taken up by an English ship on + her voyage outward. In a party sent on shore for water, Fortescue came up + with Darby, who had made his escape from the convict settlement, and was + wandering about the woods, almost dead of starvation, and scarcely covered + with clothing. His pitiful condition, but perhaps more still, his native + drollery, which even then was unextinguished, induced the sailors to yield + to Fortescue's proposal, and they smuggled him on board in a water cask; + and thus concealed, he made the entire voyage to England, where he landed + about a fortnight before the trial. Fearful of being apprehended before + the day, and determined at all hazards to give his evidence, he lay hid + till the time we have already seen, when he suddenly came forward to my + rescue. + </p> + <p> + Mulcahy, who worked in the same gang with Darby, or, to use the piper's + grandiloquent expression,—for he burst out in this occasionally,—was + “in concatenated proximity to him,” told the whole story of his own + baseness, and loudly inveighed against Crofts for deserting him in his + misfortunes. The pocket-book taken from Crofts by Darby amply corroborated + this statement. It contained, besides various memoranda in the owner's + handwriting, several letters from Mulcahy, detailing the progress of the + conspiracy: some were in acknowledgment of considerable sums of money; + others asking for supplies; but all confirmatory of the black scheme by + which Fortescue's destruction was compassed. + </p> + <p> + Whatever might have been the sentiments of the crowded court regarding the + former life and opinions of Fortescue and the piper, it was clear that now + only one impression prevailed,—a general feeling of horror at the + complicated villany of Crofts, whose whole existence had been one tissue + of the basest treachery. + </p> + <p> + The testimony was heard with attention throughout; no cross-examination + was entered on; and the judge, briefly adverting to the case which was + before the jury, and from whose immediate consideration subsequent events + had in a great measure withdrawn their minds, directed them to deliver a + verdict of “Not guilty.” + </p> + <p> + The words were re-echoed by the jury, who, man for man, exclaimed these + words aloud, amid the most deafening cheers from every side. + </p> + <p> + As I walked from the dock, fatigued, worn out, and exhausted, a dozen + hands were stretched out to seize mine; but one powerful grasp caught my + arm, and a well-known voice called in my ear,— + </p> + <p> + “An' ye wor with Boney, Master Tom? Tare and 'ounds, didn't I know you'd + be a great man yet.” + </p> + <p> + At the same instant Fortescue came through the crowd towards me, with his + hands outstretched. + </p> + <p> + “We should be friends, sir,” said he, “for we both have suffered from a + common enemy. If I am at liberty to leave this—” + </p> + <p> + “You are not, sir,” interposed a deep voice behind. We turned and beheld + Major Barton. “The massacre at Kil-macshogue has yet to be atoned for.” + </p> + <p> + Fortescue's face grew actually livid at the mention of the word, and his + breathing became thick and short. + </p> + <p> + “Here,” continued Barton, “is the warrant for your committal. And you + also, Darby,” said he, turning round; “we want your company once more in + Newgate.” + </p> + <p> + “Bedad, I suppose there's no use in sending an apology when friends is so + pressing,” said he, buttoning his coat as coolly as possible; “but I hope + you 'll let the master come in to see me.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Burke shall be admitted at all times,” said Barton, with an + obsequious civility I had never witnessed in him previously. + </p> + <p> + “Faix, maybe you 'll not be for letting him out so aisy,” said Darby, + dryly, for his notions of justice were tempered by a considerable dash of + suspicion. + </p> + <p> + I had only time left to press my purse into the honest fellow's hand, and + salute Fortescue hastily, as they both were removed, under the custody of + Barton. And I now made my way through the crowd into the hall, which + opened a line for me as I went; a thousand welcomes meeting me from those + who felt as anxious about the result of the trial as if a brother or a + dear friend had been in peril. + </p> + <p> + One face caught my eye as I passed; and partly from my own excitement, + partly from its expression being so different from its habitual character, + I could not recognize it as speedily as I ought to have done. Again and + again it appeared; and at last, as I approached the door into the street, + it was beside me. + </p> + <p> + “If I might dare to express my congratulations,” said a voice, weak from + the tremulous anxiety of the speaker, and the shame which, real or + affected, seemed to bow him down. + </p> + <p> + “What,” cried I, “Mr. Basset!” for it was the worthy man himself. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. Your father's old and confidential agent,—I might venture + to say, friend,—come to see the son of his first patron occupy the + station he has long merited.” + </p> + <p> + “A bad memory is the only touch of age I remark in you, sir,” said I, + endeavoring to pass on, for I was unwilling at the moment of my escape + from a great difficulty to lose temper with so unworthy an object. + </p> + <p> + “One moment, sir, just a moment,” said he, in a low whisper. “You'll want + money, probably. The November rents are not paid up; but there's a + considerable balance to your credit. Will you take a hundred or two for + the present?” + </p> + <p> + “Take money!—money from you!” said I, shrinking back. + </p> + <p> + “Your own, sir; your own estate. Do you forget,” said he, with a miserable + effort of a smile, “that you are Mr. Burke of Cromore, with a clear rental + of four thousand a year? We gained the Cluan Bog lawsuit, sir,” continued + he. “'Twas I, sir, found the satisfaction for the bond. Your brother said + he owed it all to Tony Basset.” + </p> + <p> + The two last words were all that were needed to sum up the measure of my + disgust and I once more tried to get forward. + </p> + <p> + “I know the property, sir, for thirty-eight years I was over it. Your + father and your brother always trusted me—” + </p> + <p> + “Let me pass on, Mr. Basset,” said I, calmly. “I have no desire to become + a greater object of mob curiosity. Pray let me pass on.” + </p> + <p> + “And for Darby M'Keown,” whispered he. + </p> + <p> + “What of him?” said I; for he had touched the most anxious chord of my + heart at that instant. + </p> + <p> + “I'll have him free; he shall be at liberty in forty-eight hours for you. + I have the whole papers by me; and a statement to the privy council will + obtain his liberation.” + </p> + <p> + “Do this,” said I, “and I 'll forgive more of your treatment of me than I + could on any other plea.” + </p> + <p> + “May I call on you this evening, or to-morrow morning, at your hotel? + Where do you stop, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “This evening be it, if it hasten M'Keown's liberation. Remember, however, + Mr. Basset, I'll hold no converse with you on any other subject till that + be settled, and to my perfect satisfaction.” + </p> + <p> + “A bargain, sir,” said he, with a grin of satisfaction; and dropping back, + he suffered me to proceed. + </p> + <p> + Along the quays I went, and down Dame Street, accompanied by a great mob + of people, who thought in my acquittal they had gained a triumph. For so + it was; every case had its political feature, and seemed to be intimately + connected with the objects of one party or the other. Partisan cheers,—the + watchwords of faction,—were uttered as I went, and I was made to + suffer that least satisfactory of all conditions, which bestows notoriety + without fame, and popularity without merit. + </p> + <p> + As I entered the hotel, I recognized many of the persons I had seen there + before; but their looks were no longer thrown towards me with the + impertinence they then assumed. On the contrary, a studied desire to + evince courtesy and politeness was evident. “How strange is it!” thought + I; “how differently does the whole world smile to the rich man and to the + poor!” Here were many who could in nowise derive advantage from my altered + condition,—as perfectly independent of me as I of them; and yet even + they showed that degree of deference in their manner which the expectant + bestows upon a patron. So it is, however. The position which wealth + confers is recognized by all; the individual who fills it is but an + attribute of the station. + </p> + <p> + Life had, indeed, opened on me with a new and very different aspect; and I + felt, as I indulged in the daydreams which the sudden possession of + fortune excites, that to enjoy thoroughly the blessings of independence, + one must have experienced, as I had, the hard pressure of adversity. It + seemed to me that the long road of gloomy fate had at length reached its + turning point, and that I should now travel along a calmer and happier + path. Thoughts of the new career that lay before me were blended with the + memories of the past; hopes they were, but dashed with the shadows which a + blighted affection will throw over the whole stream of life. Still that + evening was one of happiness; not of that excited pleasure derived from + the attainment of a long coveted object, but the calmer enjoyment felt in + the safety of the haven by him who has experienced the hurricane and the + storm. + </p> + <p> + With such thoughts I went to rest, and laid my head on my pillow in + thoughtfulness and peace. In my dreams my troubles still lingered. But who + regrets the anxious minutes of a vision which wakening thoughts dispel? + Are they not rather the mountain shadows that serve to brighten the gleam + of the sunlight in the plain? + </p> + <p> + It was thus the morning broke for me, with all the ecstasy of danger + passed, and all the crowding hopes of a happy future. The hundred + speculations which in poverty I had formed for the comfort of the poor and + the humble might now be realized; and I fancied myself the centre of a + happy peasantry, confiding and contented. It would be hard, indeed, to + forget “the camp and the tented field” in the peaceful paths of a country + life. But simple duties are often as engrossing as those of a higher + order, and bring a reward not less grateful to the heart; and I flattered + myself to think my ambition reached not above them. + </p> + <p> + The moments in which such daydreams are indulged are the very happiest of + a lifetime. The hopes which are based on the benefits we may render to + others are sources of elevation to ourselves; and such motives purify the + soul, and exalt the mind to a pitch far above the petty ambitions of the + world. + </p> + <p> + To myself, and to my own enjoyments, wealth could contribute less than to + most men. The simple habits of a soldier's life satisfied every wish of my + mind. The luxuries which custom makes necessary to others I never knew; + and I formed my resolution not to wander from this path of humble, + inexpensive tastes, so that the stream of charity might flow the wider. + </p> + <p> + These were my waking thoughts. Alas, how little do we ever realize of such + speculations! and how few glide down the stream of life unswayed by the + eddies and crosscurrents of fortune! The higher we build the temple of our + hopes, the more surely will it topple to its fall. Who shall say that our + greatest enjoyment is not in raising the pile, and our happiest hours the + full abandonment to those hopes our calmer reason never ratified? + </p> + <p> + As yet it had not occurred to me to think what position the world might + concede to one whose life had been passed like mine, nor did I bestow a + care upon a matter whereon so much of future happiness depended. These, + however, were considerations which could not be long averted. How they + came, and in what manner they were met must remain for a future chapter of + my history. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. HASTY RESOLUTION + </h2> + <p> + In my last chapter I brought my reader to that portion of my story which + formed the turning-point of my destiny. And here I might, perhaps, + conclude these brief memoirs of an early life, whose chief object was to + point out the results of a hasty and rash judgment, which, formed in mere + boyhood, exerted its influence throughout the entire of a lifetime. Only + one incident remains still to be told; and I shall not trespass on the + good-natured patience of my readers by any delay in the narrative. + </p> + <p> + From being poor, houseless, and unknown, a sudden turn of fortune had made + me wealthy and conspicuous in station; the owner of a large estate,—almost + a lead-ing man in my native county. My influence was sufficient to procure + the liberation of M'Keown; and my interference in his behalf mainly + contributed to procure for Fortescue the royal pardon. The world, as the + phrase is, went with me; and the good luck which attended every step I + took and every plan I engaged in was become a proverb among my neighbors. + </p> + <p> + Let not any one suppose I was unmindful or ungrateful, if I confess, that + even with all these I was not happy. No: the tranquil mind, the spirit at + ease with itself, cannot exist where the sense of duty is not. The impulse + which swayed my boyish heart still moved the ambition of the man. The + pursuits I should have deemed the noblest and the purest seemed to me + uninteresting and ignoble; the associations I ought to have felt the + happiest and the highest appeared to me vulgar, and low, and commonplace. + I was disappointed in my early dream of liberty, and had found tyranny + where I looked for freedom, and intolerance where I expected + enlightenment; but if so, I recurred with tenfold enthusiasm to the career + of the soldier, whose glories were ever before me. That noble path had not + deceived me; far from it. Its wild and whirlwind excitement, its hazardous + enterprise, its ever-present dangers, were stimulants I loved and gloried + in. All the chances and changes of a peaceful life were poor and mean + compared to the hourly vicissitudes of war. I knew not then, it is true, + how much of enjoyment I derived from forgetful ness; how many of my + springs of happiness flowed from that preoccupation which prevented my + dwelling on the only passion that ever stirred my heart,—my love for + one whose love was hopeless. + </p> + <p> + How thoroughly will the character of an early love tinge the whole of a + life! Our affections are like flowers,—they derive their sweetness + and their bloom from the soil in which they grow: some, budding in joy and + gladness, amid the tinkling plash of a glittering fountain, live on ever + bright and beautiful; others, struggling on amid thorns and wild weeds, + overshadowed by gloom, preserve their early impressions to the last,—their + very sweetness tells of sadness. + </p> + <p> + To conquer the memory of this hopeless passion, I tried a hundred ways. I + endeavored, by giving myself up to the duties of a country gentleman, to + become absorbed in all the cares and pursuits which had such interest for + my neighbors. Failing in this, I became a sportsman; I kept horses and + dogs, and entered, with all the zest mere determination can impart, upon + that life of manly exertion, so full of pleasure to thousands. But here + again without succeeding. + </p> + <p> + I went into society; but soon retired from it, on finding, that among the + class of my equals the prestige of my early life had still tracked me. I + was in their eyes a rebel, whose better fortune had saved him from the + fate of his companions. My youth had given no guarantee for my manhood; + and I was not trusted. Baffled in every endeavor to obliterate my secret + grief, I recurred to it now, as though privileged by fate, to indulge a + memory nothing could efface. I abandoned all the petty appliances by which + I sought to shut out the past, and gave myself up in full abandonment to + the luxury of my melancholy. + </p> + <p> + Living entirely within the walls of my demesne, never seen by my + neighbors, not making nor receiving visits, I appeared to many a heartless + recluse, whose misanthropy sought indulgence in solitude; others, less + harshly, judged me as one whose unhappy entrance on life had unfitted him + for the station to which fortune had elevated him. By both I was soon + forgotten. + </p> + <p> + The peasantry were less ungenerous, and more just. They saw in me one who + felt acutely for the privations they were suffering; yet never gave them + that cheap, delusive hope, that legislative changes will touch social + evils,—that the acts of a parliament will penetrate the thousand + tortuous windings of a poor man's destiny. They found in me a friend and + an adviser. They only-wondered at one thing,—how any man could feel + for the poor, and not hate the rich. So long had the struggle lasted + between affluence and misery, they could not understand a compromise. + </p> + <p> + Bitter as their poverty had been, it never extinguished the poetry of + their lives. They were hungry and naked; but they held to their ancient + traditions, and they built on them great hopes for the future. The old + family names, the time-honored memories of place, the famous deeds of + ancestors, made an ideal existence powerful enough to exclude the pressure + of actual daily evils; and they argued from what had been to what might + be, with a persistency of hope it seemed almost cruel to destroy. So + deeply were these thoughts engrained into their natures, they felt him but + half their friend who ventured to despise them. The relief of present + poverty, the succor of actual suffering, became in their eyes an effort of + mere passing kindness. They looked to some great amelioration of + condition, some wondrous change, some restoration to an imaginary standard + of independence and comfort, which all the efforts of common interference + fell sadly short of; and thus they strained their gaze to a government, a + ruling power, for a boon undefined, unknown, and illimitable. + </p> + <p> + To expectations like these advice and slight assistance are as the mere + drop of water to the parched tongue of thirst; and so I found it. I could + neither encourage them in their hopes of such legislative changes as would + greatly ameliorate their condition, nor flatter them in the delusion that + none of their misfortunes were of home origin; and thus, if they felt + gratitude for many kindnesses, they reposed no confidence in my opinion. + The trading patriot, who promised much while he pocketed their hard-earned + savings; the rabid newspaper writer, who libelled the Government and + denounced the landlord,—were their standards of sympathy; and he who + fell short of either was not their friend. + </p> + <p> + In a word, the social state of the people was rotten to its very core. + Their highest qualities, degraded by the combined force of poverty, + misrule, and superstition, had become sources of crime and misery. They + had suffered so long and so much, their patience was exhausted; and they + preferred the prospect of any violent convulsion which might change the + face of the land, whatever dangers it might come with, to a slow and + gradual improvement of condition, however safe and certain. + </p> + <p> + To win their confidence at the only price they would accord it, I never + could consent to; and without it I was almost powerless for good. Here + again, therefore, did I find closed against me another avenue for + exertion; and the only one of all I could have felt a fitting sphere for + my labor. The violence of their own passionate natures, the headlong + impulses by which they suffered themselves to be swayed, left them no + power of judgment regarding those whose views were more moderate and + temperate. They could understand the high Tory landlord, whom they + invested with every attribute of tyranny, as their open, candid opponent; + they could see a warm friend in the violent mob-orator of the day; but + they recognized no trait of kindness in him who would rather see them fed + than flattered, and behold them in the enjoyment of comfort sooner than in + the ecstasy of triumph. + </p> + <p> + From “Darby the Blast”—for he was now a member of my household—I + learned the light in which I was regarded by the people, and heard the + dissatisfaction they expressed that one who “sarved Boney” should not be + ready to head a rising, if need be. Thus was I in a false position on + every side. Mistrusted by all, because I would neither enter into the + exaggerations of party, nor become blind to the truth my senses revealed + before me, my sphere of utility was narrowed to the discharge of the mere + duties of common charity and benevolence, and my presence among my + tenantry no more productive of benefit than if I had left my purse as my + representative. + </p> + <p> + Years rolled on, and in the noiseless track of time I forgot its flight. I + now had grown so wedded to the habits of my solitary life, that its very + monotony was a source of pleasure. I had intrenched myself within a little + circle of enjoyments, and among my books and in my walks my days went + pleasantly over. + </p> + <p> + For a long time, I did not dare to read the daily papers, nor learn the + great events which agitated Europe. I tried to think that an interval of + repose would leave me indifferent to their mention; and so rigidly did I + abstain from indulging my curiosity, that the burning of Moscow, and the + commencement of the dreadful retreat which followed, was the first fact I + read of. + </p> + <p> + From the moment I gave way, the passion for intelligence from France + became a perfect mania. Where were the different corps of the “Grand + Army”? where the Emperor himself? by what great stroke of genius would he + emerge from the difficulties around him, and deal one of his fatal blows + on the enemy?—were the questions which met me as I awoke, and + tortured me during the day. + </p> + <p> + Each movement of that terrible retreat I followed in the gazettes with an + anxiety verging on insanity. I tracked the long journey on the map, and as + I counted towns and villages, dreary deserts of snow, and vast rivers to + be traversed, my heart grew faint to think how many a brave soldier would + never reach that fair France for whose glory he had shed his best blood. + Disaster followed disaster; and as the news reached England, came accounts + of those great defections which weakened the force of the “Grand Army,” + and deranged the places formed for its retiring movements. + </p> + <p> + They who can recall to mind the time I speak of, will remember the effect + produced in England by the daily accounts from the seat of war; how + heavily fell the blows of that altered fortune which once rested on the + eagles of France; how each new bulletin announced another feature of + misfortune,—some shattered remnant of a great <i>corps d'armée</i> + cut off by Cossacks,—some dreadful battle engaged against superior + numbers, and fought with desperation, not for victory, but the liberty to + retreat. Great names were mentioned among the slain, and the proudest + chivalry of Gaul left to perish on the far-off steppes of Russia. + </p> + <p> + Such were the fearful tales men read of that terrible campaign; and the + joy in England was great, to hear that the most powerful of her enemies + had at length experienced the full bitterness of defeat. While men vied + with one another in stories of the misfortunes of the Emperor,—when + each post added another to the long catalogue of disasters to the “Grand + Army,”—I sat in my lonely house, in a remote part of Ireland, + brooding over the sad reverses of him who still formed my ideal of a hero. + </p> + <p> + I thought how, amid the crumbling ruins of his splendid force, his great + soul would survive the crash that made all others despair; that each new + evil would suggest its remedy as it arose, and the mind that never failed + in expedient would shine out more brilliantly through the gloom of + darkening fortune than even it had done in the noonday splendor of + success. When all others could only see the tremendous energy of despair, + I thought I could recognize those glorious outbursts of heroism by which a + French army sought and won the favor of their Emperor. The routed and + straggling bodies which hurried along in seeming disorder, I gloried to + perceive could assume all the port and bearing of soldiers at the approach + of danger, and form their ranks at the wild “houra” of the Cossack as + steadily as in the proudest day of their prosperity. + </p> + <p> + The retreat continued: the horrible suffering of a Russian winter added to + the carnage of a battle-tide, which flowed unceasingly from the ruined + walls of the Kremlin to the banks of the Vistula: the battle of Borisow + and the passage of the Berezina followed fast on each other. And now we + heard that the Emperor had surrendered the chief command to Murat, and was + hastening back to France with lightning speed; for already the day of his + evil fortune had thrown its shadow over the capital. No longer reckoned by + tens of thousands, that vast army had now dwindled down to divisions of a + few hundred men. The Old Guard scarce exceeded one thousand; and of twenty + entire regiments of cavalry, Murat mustered a single squadron as a + bodyguard. Crowds of wounded and mutilated men dragged their weary limbs + along over the hardened snow, or through dense pine forests where no + villages were to be met with,—a fatuous determination to strive to + reach France, the only impulse surviving amid all their sufferings. + </p> + <p> + With the defections of D'York and Massenbach, then began that new feature + of disaster which was so soon to burst forth with all the fell fury of + long pent-up hatred. The nationality of Germany—so long, so cruelly + insulted—now saw the day of retribution arrive. Misfortune hastened + misfortune, and defeat engendered treason in the ranks of the Emperor's + allies. Murat, too, the favorite of Napoleon, the king of his creation, + deserted him now, and fled ignominiously from the command of the army. + </p> + <p> + “The Elbe! the Elbe!” was now the cry amid the shattered ranks of that + army which but a year before saw no limit to its glorious path. The Elbe + was the only line remaining which promised a moment's repose from the + fatigues and privations of months long. Along that road the army could + halt, and stem the tide of pursuit, however hotly it pressed. The + Prussians had already united with the Russians; the defection of Austria + could not be long distant; Saxony was appealed to, as a member of the + German family, to join in arms against the Tyrant; and the wild “houra” of + the Cossack now blended with the loud “Vorwarts” of injured Prussia. + </p> + <p> + “Where shall he seek succor now? What remains to him in this last eventful + struggle? How shall the Emperor call back to life the legions by whose + valor his great victories were gained, and Europe made a vassal at the + foot of his throne?” Such was the thought that never left me day or night. + Ever present before me was his calm brow, and his face paler, but not less + handsome, than its wont. I could recall his rapid glance; the quick and + hurried motion of his hand; his short and thick utterance, as words of + command fell from his lips; and his smile, as he heard some intelligence + with pleasure. + </p> + <p> + I could not sleep,—scarcely could I eat. A feverish excitement + burned through my frame, and my parched tongue and hot hand told how the + very springs of health were dried up within me. I walked with hurried + steps from place to place; now muttering the words of some despatch, now + fancying that I was sent with orders for a movement of troops. As I rode, + I spurred my horse to a gallop, and in my heated imagination believed I + was in presence of the enemy, and preparing for the fray. Great as my + exhaustion frequently was, weariness brought no rest. Often I returned + home at evening, overcome by fatigue; but a sleepless night, tortured with + anxieties and harassed with doubts and fears, followed, and I awoke to + pursue the same path, till in my weakened frame and hectic cheek the signs + of illness could no longer be mistaken. + </p> + <p> + Terrified at the ravages a few weeks had made in my health, and fearful + what secret malady was preying upon me, Darby, without asking any leave + from me, left the house one morning at daybreak, and returned with the + physician of the neighboring town. I was about to mount my horse, when I + saw them coming up the avenue, and immediately guessed the object of the + visit. A moment was enough to decide me as to the course to pursue; for + well knowing how disposed the world ever is to stamp the impress of + wandering intellect on any habit of mere eccentricity, I resolved to + receive the doctor as though I was glad of his coming, and consult with + him regarding my state. This would at least refute such a scandal, by + enlisting the physician among the allies of my cause. + </p> + <p> + By good fortune, Dr. Clibborn was a man of shrewd common sense, as well as + a physician of no mean skill. + </p> + <p> + In the brief conversation we held together, I perceived, that while he + paid all requisite attention to any detail which implied the existence of + malady, his questions were more pointedly directed to the possibility of + some mental cause of irritation,—the source of my ailment. I could + see, however, that his opinion inclined to the belief that the events of + the trial had left their indelible traces on my mind; which, inducing me + to adopt a life of isolation and retirement, had now produced the effects + he witnessed. + </p> + <p> + I was not sorry at this mistake on his part. By suffering him to indulge + in this delusive impression, I saved myself all the trouble of concealing + my real feelings, which I had no desire to expose before him. I permitted + him, therefore, to reason with me on the groundless notions he supposed I + had conceived of the world's feeling regarding me, and heard him patiently + as he detailed the course of public duty, by fulfilling which I should + occupy my fitting place in society, and best consult my own health and + happiness. + </p> + <p> + “There are,” said he, “certain fixed impressions, which I would not so + combat. It was but yesterday, for instance, I yielded to the wish of an + old general officer, who has served upwards of half a century, and desires + once more to put himself at the head of his regiment. His heart was bent + on it. I saw that though he might consent to abandon his purpose, I was + not so sure his mind might bear the disappointment; for the intellect will + sometimes go astray in endeavoring to retrace its steps. So I thought it + better to concede what might cost more in the refusal.” + </p> + <p> + The last words of the doctor remained in my head long after he took his + leave, and I could not avoid applying them to my own case. Was not <i>my</i> + impression of this nature? Were not <i>my</i> thoughts all centred on one + theme as fixedly as the officer's of whom he spoke? Could I, by any effort + of my reason or my will, control my wandering fancies, and call them back + to the dull realities amongst which I lived? + </p> + <p> + These were ever recurring to me, and always with the same reply. It is in + vain to struggle against an impulse which has swallowed up all other + ambitions. My heart is among the glittering ranks and neighing squadrons + of France; I would be there once more; I would follow that career which + first stirred the proudest hopes I ever cherished. + </p> + <p> + That same evening the mail brought the news that Eugène Beauharnais had + fallen back on Magdeburg, and sent repeated despatches to the Emperor, + entreating his immediate presence among the troops, whom nothing but + Napoleon himself in the midst of them could restore to their wonted + bravery and determination. The reply of Napoleon was briefly,— + </p> + <p> + “I am coming; and all who love me, follow me.” + </p> + <p> + How the words rang in my ears,—“<i>Tous ceux qui m'aiment!</i>” I + heard them in every rustling of the wind and motion of the leaves against + the window; they were whispered to my sense by every avenue of my brain; + and I sat no longer occupied in reading as usual, but with folded arms, + repeating word by word the brief sentence. + </p> + <p> + It was midnight. All was still and silent through the house; no servant + stirred, and the very wind was hushed to a perfect calm. I was sitting in + my library, when the words I have repeated seemed spoken in a low, clear + voice beside me. I started up: the perspiration broke over my forehead and + fell upon my cheek with terror; for I knew I was alone, and the fearful + thought flashed on me,—this may be madness! For a second or two the + agony of the idea was almost insupportable. Then came a resolve as sudden. + I opened my desk, and took from it all the ready money I possessed; I + wrote a few hurried lines to my agent; and then, making my way noiselessly + to the stable, I saddled my horse and led him out. + </p> + <p> + In two hours I was nearly twenty miles on my way to Dublin. Day was + breaking as I entered the capital. I made no delay there; but taking fresh + horses, started for Skerries, where I knew the fishermen of the coast + resorted. + </p> + <p> + “One hundred pounds to the man who will land me on the coast of France or + Holland,” said I to a group that were preparing their nets on the shore. + </p> + <p> + A look of incredulity was the only reply. A very few words, however, + settled the bargain. Ere half an hour I was on board. The wind freshened, + and we stood out to sea. + </p> + <p> + “Let the breeze keep to this,” said the skipper, “and we'll make the + voyage quickly.” + </p> + <p> + Both wind and tide were in our favor. We held down Channel rapidly; and I + saw the blue hills grow fainter and fainter, till the eye could but detect + a gray cloud on the horizon, which at last disappeared in the bright sun + of noon, and a wide waste of blue water lay on every side. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE LAST CAMPAIGN + </h2> + <p> + The snow, half melted with the heavy rains, lay still deeply on the roads, + and a dark, lowering sky stretched above, as I harried onwards, with all + the speed I could, towards the east of France. + </p> + <p> + Already the Allies had passed the Rhine. Schwartzen-berg in the south, + Blucher in the east, and Bernadotte on the Flemish frontier, were + conveying their vast armies to bear down on him whom singly none had dared + to encounter. All France was in arms, and every step was turned eastwards. + Immense troops of conscripts, many scarce of the age of boyhood, crowded + the highways. The veterans themselves were enrolled once more, and formed + battalions for the defence of their native land. Every town and village + was a garrison. The deep-toned rolling of ammunition wagons and the heavy + tramp of horses sounded through the nights long. War, terrible war, spoke + from every object around. Strongholds were strengthening, regiments + brigading, cavalry organizing on all sides. + </p> + <p> + No longer, however, did I witness the wild enthusiasm which I so well + remembered among the soldiers of the army. Here were no glorious outbreaks + of that daring spirit which so marked the Frenchman, and made him almost + irresistible in arms. A sad and gloomy silence prevailed: a look of fierce + but hopeless determination was over all. They marched like men going to + death, but with the step and bearing of heroes. + </p> + <p> + I entered the little town of Verviers. The day was breaking, but the + troops were under arms. The Emperor had but just taken his departure for + Châlons-sur-Marne. They told me of it as I changed horses,—not with + that fierce pride which a mere passing glance at the great Napoleon would + once have evoked; they spoke of him without emotion. I asked if he were + paler or thinner than his wont: they did not know. They said that he + travelled post, but that his staff were on horseback. From this I gathered + that he was either ill, or in that frame of mind in which he preferred to + be alone. While I was yet speaking, an officer of Engineers came up to the + carriage, and called out,— + </p> + <p> + “Unharness these horses, and bring them down to the barracks. These, sir,” + said he, turning towards me, “are not times to admit of ceremony. We have + eighteen guns to move, and want cattle.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough, sir,” said I. “I am not here to retard your movements, but if I + can, to forward them. Can I, as a volunteer, be of any service at this + moment?” + </p> + <p> + “Have you served before? Of course you have, though. In what arm?” + </p> + <p> + “As a Hussar of the Guard, for some years.” + </p> + <p> + “Come along with me; I 'll bring you to the general at once.” + </p> + <p> + Re-entering the inn, the officer preceded me up stairs, and after a + moment's delay, introduced me into the presence of General Letort, then + commanding a cavalry brigade. + </p> + <p> + “I have heard your request, sir. Where is your commission? Have you got it + with you?” + </p> + <p> + I handed it to him in silence. He examined it rapidly; and then turning + the reverse, read the few lines inscribed by the minister of war. + </p> + <p> + “I could have given you a post this day, sir, this very hour,” said he, + “but for a blunder of our commissariat people. There's a troop here + waiting for a re-mount, but the order has not come down from Paris; and + our officials here will not advance the money till it arrives, as if these + were times for such punctilio. They are to form part of General + Kellermann's force, which is sadly deficient. Remain here, however, and + perhaps by to-morrow—” + </p> + <p> + “How much may the sum be, sir?” asked I, interrupting. + </p> + <p> + The general almost started with surprise at the abruptness of my question, + and in a tone of half reproof answered,— + </p> + <p> + “The amount required is beside the matter, sir; unless,” added he, + sarcastically, “you are disposed to advance it yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Such was the object of my question,” said I, calmly, and determining not + to notice the manner he had assumed. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Parbleu!</i>” exclaimed he, “that is very different. Twenty thousand + francs, however, is a considerable sum.” + </p> + <p> + “I have as much, and something more, if need be, in my carriage,—if + English gold be no objection.” + </p> + <p> + “No, <i>pardie!</i> that it is not,” cried he, laughing; “I only wish we + saw more of it. Are you serious in all this?” + </p> + <p> + The best reply to his question was to hasten down stairs and return with + two small canvas bags in my hands. + </p> + <p> + “Here are one thousand guineas,” said I, laying them on the table. + </p> + <p> + While one of the general's aides-de-camp was counting and examining the + gold, I repeated at his request the circumstances which brought me once + again to France to serve under the banner of the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “And your name, sir,” said he, as he seated himself to write, “is Thomas + Burke, ci-devant captain of the Eighth Hussars of the Guard. Well, I can + promise you the restoration of your old grade. Meanwhile, you must take + command of these fellows. They are mere partisan troops, hurriedly raised, + and ill organized; but I'll give you a letter to General Damrémont at + Chalons, and he 'll attend to you.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not a position for myself I seek, General,” said I. “Wherever I can + best serve the Emperor, there only I desire to be.” + </p> + <p> + “I have ventured to leave that point to General Damrémont,” said he, + smiling. “Your motives do not require much explanation. Let us to + breakfast now, and by noon we shall have everything in readiness for your + departure.” + </p> + <p> + Thus rapidly, and as it were by the merest accident, was I again become a + soldier of the Emperor; and that same day was once more at the head of a + squadron, on my way to Châlons. My troop were, indeed, very unlike the + splendid array of my old Hussars of the Guard. They were hurriedly raised, + and not over well equipped, but still they were stout-looking, hardy + peasants, who, whatever deficiency of drill they might display, I knew + well would exhibit no lack of courage before an enemy. + </p> + <p> + On reaching Châlons, I found that General Damrémont had left with the + staff for Vitry only a few hours before; and so I reported myself to the + officer commanding the town, and was ordered by him to join the cavalry + brigade then advancing on Vitry. + </p> + <p> + Had I time at this moment, I could not help devoting some minutes to an + account of that strange and motley mass which then were brigaded as + Imperial cavalry. Dragoons of every class, heavy and light-armed,—grenadiers + à cheval and hussars, cuirassiers, carbineers, and lancers,—were + all, pell-mell, mixed up confusedly together, and hurried onwards; some to + join their respective corps if they could find them, but all prepared to + serve wherever their sabres might be called for. It was confusion to the + last degree; but a tumult without enthusiasm or impulse. The superior + officers, who were well acquainted with the state of events, made no + secret of their gloomy forebodings; the juniors lacked energy in a cause + where they saw no field for advancement; and the soldiers, always prepared + to imbibe their feelings from their officers, seemed alike sad and + dispirited. + </p> + <p> + What a change was this from the wild and joyous spirit which once animated + every grade and class,—from the generous enthusiasm that once warmed + each bold heart, and made every soldier a hero! Alas! the terrible + consequences of long defeat were on all. The tide of battle that rolled + disastrously from the ruined walls of the Kremlin still swept along + towards the great Palace of the Tuileries. Germany had witnessed the + destruction of two mighty armies; the third and last was now awaiting the + eventful struggle on the very soil of their country. The tide of + fugitives, which preceded the retiring columns of Victor and Ney, met the + advancing bodies of the conscripts, and spread dismay and consternation as + they went. + </p> + <p> + The dejection was but the shadow of the last approaching disaster. + </p> + <p> + On the night of the 27th January, the cavalry brigade with which I was + received orders to march by the Forest of Bar on Brienne, where Blücher + was stationed in no expectation of being attacked. The movement, + notwithstanding the heavy roads, was made with great rapidity; and by noon + on the following day we came up with the main body of the army in full + march against the enemy. + </p> + <p> + Then once more did I recognize the old spirit of the army. Joyous songs + and gay cheers were heard from the different corps we passed. The + announcement of a speedy meeting with the Prussians had infused new vigor + among the troops. We were emerging from the deep shade of the wood into a + valley, where a light infantry regiment were bivouacked. Their fires were + formed in a wide circle, and the cooking went merrily on, amid the + pleasant song and jocund cries. + </p> + <p> + Our own brief halt was just concluded, when the bugles sounded to resume + the march; and I stood for a moment admiring the merry gambols of the + infantry, when an air I well remembered was chanted forth in full chorus. + But my memory was not left long in doubt as to where and how these sounds + were first heard. The wild uproar at once recalled both, as they sang out,— + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah for the Faubourg of St. Antoine!” + </p> + <p> + No sooner did I hear the words, than I spurred my horse forward and rode + down towards them. + </p> + <p> + “What regiment's yours, Comrade?” said I, to a fellow hurrying to the + ranks. + </p> + <p> + “The Fifth, mon officier,” said he, “Voltigeurs of the Line.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you a certain François, a maître d'armes, still among you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that we have. There he is yonder, beating time to the roulade.” + </p> + <p> + I looked in the direction he pointed, and there stood my old friend. He + was advanced in front of a company, and with the air of a tambour-major he + seemed as if he was giving time to the melody. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, <i>sacré</i> conscripts that ye are!” cried he, as with his fist + clenched he gesticulated fiercely towards them; “can't ye keep the + measure? Once, now, and all together:— + </p> + <p> + “'Picardy first, and then—.” + </p> + <p> + “Halloo, Maître François! can you remember an old friend?” + </p> + <p> + The little man turned suddenly, and bringing his hand to the salute, + remained stiff and erect, as if on parade. + </p> + <p> + “Connais pas, mon capitaine,” was his answer, after a considerable pause. + </p> + <p> + “What! not know me!—me, whom you made one of your own gallant + company, calling me 'Burke of Ours'?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, <i>par la barbe de Saint Pierre!</i> is this my dear comrade of the + Eighth? Why, where have you been? They said you left us forever and aye.” + </p> + <p> + “I tried it, François; but it wouldn't do.” + </p> + <p> + “Mille bombes!” said he; “but you 're back in pleasant times,—to see + the Cossacks learning to drink champagne, and leave us to pay the score. + Come along, however; take your old place here. You are free to choose now, + and needn't be a dragoon any longer; not but that your old general will be + glad to see you again.” + </p> + <p> + “General d'Auvergne! Where is he now?” + </p> + <p> + “With the light cavalry brigade, in front; I saw him pass here two hours + since.” + </p> + <p> + “And how looks he, François?” + </p> + <p> + “A little stooped, or so, more than you knew him; but his seat in the + saddle seems just as firm. <i>Ventrebleu!</i> if he 'd been a voltigeur, + he 'd be a good man these ten years to come.” + </p> + <p> + Delighted to learn that I was so near my dearest and oldest friend in the + world, I shook Francois's hand, and parted; but not without a pledge, that + whenever I joined the infantry, the Fifth Voltigeurs of the Line were to + have the preference. + </p> + <p> + As we advanced towards Brienne the distant thunder of large guns was + heard; which gradually grew louder and more sustained, and betokened that + the battle had already begun. The roads, blocked up with dense masses of + infantry and long trains of wagons, prevented our rapid advance; and when + we tried the fields at either side, the soil, cut up with recent rains, + made us sink to the very girths of our horses. Still, order after order + came for the troops to press forward, and every effort was made to obey + the command. + </p> + <p> + It was five o'clock as we debouched into the plain, and beheld the fields + whereon the battle had been contested; for already the enemy were + retiring, and the French troops in eager pursuit. Behind, however, lay the + town of Brienne, still held by the Russians, but now little better than a + heap of smoking ruins, the tremendous fire of the French artillery having + reduced the place to ashes. Conspicuous above all rose the dismantled + walls of the ancient military college; the school where Napoleon had + learned his first lesson in war, where first he essayed to point those + guns which now with such fearful havoc he turned against itself. What a + strange, sad Subject of contemplation for him who now gazed on it! On + either side, the fire of the artillery continued till nightfall; but the + Russians still held the town. A few straggling shots closed the combat; + and darkness now spread over the wide plain, save where the watchfires + marked out the position of the French troops. + </p> + <p> + A sudden flash of lurid flame, however, threw its gleam over the town, and + a wild cheer was heard rising above the clatter of musketry. It was a + surprise party of grenadiers, who had forced their way into the grounds of + the old château, where Blücher held his headquarters. Louder and louder + grew the firing, and a red glare in the dark sky told how the battle was + raging. Up that steep street, at the top of which the venerable château + stood, poured the infantry columns in a run. The struggle was short. The + dull sound of the Russian drum soon proclaimed a retreat; and a rocket + darting through the black sky announced to the Emperor that the position + had been won. + </p> + <p> + The next day the Emperor fixed his headquarters at the château, and a + battalion of the guard bivouacked in the park around it. I had sent + forward the letter to Général Damrémont, and was wondering when and in + what terms the reply might come, when the general himself rode up, + accompanied by a single aide-de-camp. + </p> + <p> + “I have had the opportunity, sir, to speak of your conduct in the proper + quarter,” said he, courteously; “and the result is, your appointment as + major of the Tenth Hussars, or, if you prefer it, the staff.” + </p> + <p> + “Wherever, sir, my humble services can best be employed. I have no other + wish.” + </p> + <p> + “Then take the regimental rank,” said he; “your brigade will see enough of + hot work ere long. And now push forward to Mézières, where you'll find + your regiment. They have received orders to march to-morrow, early.” + </p> + <p> + I was not sorry to be relieved from the command of my irregular horse, who + went by the title of “brigands” in the army generally; though, if the + truth were to be told, the reproach on the score of honesty came ill from + those who conferred it. Still, it was a more gratifying position to hold a + rank in a regiment of regular cavalry, and one whose reputation was second + to none in the service. + </p> + <p> + “I wish to present myself to the colonel in command, sir,” said I, + addressing an officer, who with two or three others stood chatting at the + door of a cottage. + </p> + <p> + “You 'll find him here, sir,” said he, pointing to the hut. But, as he + spoke, the clank of a sabre was heard, and at the same instant a tall, + soldierlike figure stooped beneath the low doorway, and came forth. + </p> + <p> + “The colonel of the Tenth, I presume?” said I, handing the despatch from + General Damrémont. + </p> + <p> + “What! my old college friend and companion!” cried the colonel, as he + stepped back in amazement. “Have I such good fortune as to see you in my + regiment?” + </p> + <p> + “Can it be really so?” said I, in equal astonishment. “Are you Tascher?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my dear friend; the same Tascher you used to disarm so easily at + college,—a colonel at last. But why are you not at the head of a + regiment long since? Oh! I forgot, though,” said he, in some confusion; “I + heard all about it. But come in here; I've no better quarters to offer + you, but such as it is, make it yours.” + </p> + <p> + My old companion of the Polytechnique was, indeed, little altered by time,—careless, + inconsiderate, and good-hearted as ever. He told me that he had only + gained the command of the regiment a few weeks before; “and,” added he, + “if matters mend not soon, I am scarcely like to hold it much longer. The + despatches just received tell that the Allies are concentrating at + Trannes; and if so, we shall have a battle against overwhelming odds. No + matter, Burke; you have got into a famous corps,—they fight + splendidly, and my excellent uncle, his Majesty, loves to indulge their + predilection.” + </p> + <p> + I passed the day with Tascher, chatting over our respective fortunes; and + in discussing the past and the future the greater part of the night went + over. Before dawn, however, we were on the march towards Chaumière, + whither the army was directed, and the Emperor himself then stationed. + </p> + <p> + It was the 1st of February, and the weather was dark, lowering, and + gloomy. A cold wind drove the snowdrift in fitful gusts before it, and the + deep roads made our progress slow and difficult. As our line of advance, + however, was not that by which the other divisions were marching, it was + already past noon before we knew that the enemy was but three leagues + distant. On advancing farther, we heard the faint sounds of a cannonade; + and then they grew louder and louder, till the whole air seemed tremulous + with the concussion. + </p> + <p> + “A heavy fire, Colonel,” said a veteran officer of the regiment. “I should + guess there are not less than eighty or a hundred guns engaged.” + </p> + <p> + “Press on, men! press on!” cried Tascher. “When his Majesty provides such + music, it's scarcely polite to be late.” + </p> + <p> + At a quick trot we came on, and about three o'clock debouched in the plain + behind Oudinot's battalions of reserve, which were formed in two dense + columns, about a hundred yards apart. + </p> + <p> + “Hussars to the front!” cried an aide-de-camp, as he galloped past, and + waved his cap in the direction of the space between the columns. + </p> + <p> + In separate squadrons we penetrated through the defile, and came out on an + open plain behind the centre of the first line. The ground was + sufficiently elevated here, so that I could overlook the front line; but + all I could see was a dense, heavy smoke, which intervened between the two + positions, in the midst of which, and directly in front, a village lay. + Towards this, three columns of infantry were converging, and around the + sounds of battle were raging. This was La Giberie: the hamlet formed the + key of the French position, and had been twice carried by, and twice + regained from, the Allies. As I looked, the supporting columns halted, + wheeled, and retired; while a tremendous shower of grape was poured upon + them from the village, which now seemed to have been retaken by the + Allies. + </p> + <p> + “Cavalry to the front!” was now the order; and a force of six thousand + sabres advanced from between the battalions, and formed for attack. It was + Nansouty who led them, and his heavy cuirassiers were in the van; and then + came the grenadiers à cheval; ours was the third, in column. As each + regiment debouched, the word “Charge!” rang out, and forward we went. The + snow drifting straight against us, we could see nothing; nor was I + conscious of any check to our course till the shaking of the vast column + in front and then the opening of the squadrons denoted resistance, when + suddenly a flash flared out, and a hurricane of cannon-shot tore through + our dense files. Then I knew that we were attacking a battery of guns,—and + not till then. Mad cheers and cries of wounded men burst forth upon the + air, with the clashing din of sabres and small-arms; the mass of cavalry + appeared to heave and throb like some great monster in its agony. The + trumpet to retreat sounded, and we galloped back to our lines, leaving + above five hundred dead behind us, on a field where I had not yet seen the + enemy. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the Russians were assembling a mighty force around the village; + for now the cannonade opened with tenfold vigor in front, and fresh guns + were called up to reply to the fire. Hitherto all was shrouded in the blue + smoke of the artillery and the dense flakes of the snowdrift, when + suddenly a storm of wind swept past, carrying with it both sleet and + smoke; and now, within less than five hundred yards, we beheld the Allied + armies in front of us. Two of the three villages, which formed our + advanced position, already had been carried; and towards the third, La + Bothière, they were advancing quickly. + </p> + <p> + Ney's corps, ordered up to its defence, rushed boldly on, and the + clattering musketry announced that they were engaged; while twelve guns + were moved up in full gallop to their support, and opened their fire at + once. Scarce had they done so, when a wild hurrah was heard; and like a + whirlwind, a vast mass of cavalry,—the Cossacks of the Don and the + Uhlans of the South, commingled and mixed,—bear down on the guns. + The struggle is for life or death; no quarter given. Ney recalls his + columns, and the guns are lost. + </p> + <p> + “Who shall bring the Emperor the tidings?” said Tascher, as his voice + trembled with excitement. “I'd rather storm the battery single-handed than + do it.” + </p> + <p> + “He has seen worse than that already to-day,” said an aide-de-camp at our + side. “He has seen Lahorie's squadrons of the Dragoons of the Guard cut to + pieces by the Russian horse.” + </p> + <p> + “The Guard! the Guard!” repeated Tascher, in accents where doubt and + despair were blended. + </p> + <p> + “There goes another battalion to certain death!” muttered the + aide-de-camp, as he pointed to a column of grenadiers emerging from the + front line; “see,—I knew it well,—they are moving on La + Bothière. But here comes the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + Before I could detect the figure among the crowd, the staff tore rapidly + past, followed by a long train of cavalry moving towards the left. + </p> + <p> + “His favorite stroke,” said Tascher: “an infantry advance, and a flank + movement with cavalry.” And as the words escaped him, we saw the horsemen + bearing down at top speed towards the village. + </p> + <p> + But now we could look no longer; our brigade was ordered to support the + attack, and we advanced at a trot. The enemy saw the movement, and a great + mass of cavalry were thrown out to meet it. + </p> + <p> + “Here they come!” was the cry repeated by three or four together, and the + earth shook as the squadrons came down. + </p> + <p> + Our column dashed forward to meet them; when suddenly through the drift we + beheld a mass of fugitives, scattered and broken, approaching: they were + our own cavalry, routed in the attempt on the flank, now flying to the + rear, broken and disordered. + </p> + <p> + Before we could cover their retreat, the enemy were upon us. The shock was + dreadful, and for some minutes carried all before it; but then rallying, + the brave horsemen of France closed up and faced the foe. How vain all the + efforts of the redoubted warrior of the Dnieper and the Wolga against the + stern soldier of Napoleon! Their sabres flashed like lightning glances, + and as fatally bore down on all before them; and as the routed squadrons + fell back, the wild cheers of “Vive l'Empereur!” told that at least one + great moment of success atoned for the misfortunes of the day. + </p> + <p> + “His Majesty saw your charge, Colonel,” said a general officer to Tascher + as he rode back at the head of a squadron. “So gallant a thing as that + never goes unrewarded.” + </p> + <p> + Tascher's cheek flushed as he bowed in acknowledgment of the praise; but I + heard him mutter to himself the same instant, “Too late! too late!” Fatal + words they were,—the presage of the mishap they threatened! + </p> + <p> + A great attack on La Rothière was now preparing. It was to be made by + Napoleon's favorite manoeuvre of cavalry, artillery, and infantry + combined, each supporting and sustaining the other. Eighteen guns, with + three thousand sabres, and two columns of infantry numbering four thousand + each, were drawn up in readiness for the moment to move. Ney received + orders to lead them, and now they issued forth into the plain. + </p> + <p> + Our own impatience at not being of the number was quickly merged in + intense anxiety for the result. It was a gorgeous thing, indeed, to see + that mighty mass unravelling itself,—the guns galloping madly to the + front, supported on either flank by cavalry; while, masked behind, marched + the black columns of infantry, their tall shakos nodding like the + tree-tops of a forest. The snow was now falling fast, and the figures grew + fainter and fainter, and all that remained within our view was the tail of + the columns, which were only disengaging themselves from the lines. + </p> + <p> + A deafening cannonade opened from the Allied artillery on the advance, + unreplied to by our guns, which were ordered not to fire until within half + range of the enemy. Suddenly a figure is seen emerging from the heavy + snowdrift at the full speed of his horse; another, and another, follow him + in quick succession. They make for the position of the Emperor. “What can + it be?” cries each, in horrible suspense; “see, the columns have halted!” + </p> + <p> + Dreadful tidings! The guns are embedded in the soft ground,—the + horses cannot stir them; one-half of the distance is scarcely won, and + there they are beneath the withering cannonade of the Allied guns, + powerless and immovable! Cavalry are dismounted, and the horses harnessed + to the teams: all in vain! the wheels sink deeper in the miry earth. And + now the enemy have found out the range, and their shot are sweeping + through the dense mass with frightful slaughter. Again the aides-de-camp + hasten to the rear for orders. But Ney can wait no longer; he launches his + cavalry at the foe, and orders up the infantry to follow. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile a great cloud of cavalry issues from the Allied lines, and + directs its course towards the flank of the column: the Emperor sees the + danger, and despatches one of his staff to prepare them to receive + cavalry. Too late! too late!—the snowdrift has concealed the + advance, and the wild horsemen of the desert ride down on the brave ranks. + Disorder and confusion ensue; the column breaks and scatters. The lancers + pursue the fugitives through the plain; and before the very eyes of the + Emperor, the Guard—his Guard—are sabred and routed. + </p> + <p> + “What is to become of our cavalry?” is now the cry, for they have advanced + unsupported against the village. Dreadful moment of suspense! None can see + them; the guns lie deserted, alike by friend and foe. Who dares approach + them now? “They are cheering yonder,” exclaimed an officer: “I hear them + again.” + </p> + <p> + “Hussars, to the front!” calls out Damrémont,—“to your comrades' + rescue! Men, yonder!” and he points in the direction of the village. + </p> + <p> + Like an eagle on the swoop, the swift squadrons skim the plain, and mount + the slope beyond it. The drift clears, and what a spectacle is before us! + The cavalry are dismounted; their horses, dead or dying, cumber the + ground; the men, sabre in hand, have attacked the village by assault. Two + of the enemy's guns are taken and turned against them, and the walls are + won in many places. An opening in the enclosure of a farmyard admits our + leading squadron, and in an instant we have taken them in flank and rear. + </p> + <p> + The Russians will neither retreat nor surrender, and the carnage is awful; + for though overpowered by numbers, they still continue the slaughter, and + deal death while dying. The chief farmhouse of the village has been + carried by our troops, but the enemy still holds the garden: the low hedge + offers a slight obstacle, and over it we dash, and down upon them ride the + gallant Tenth with cheers of victory. + </p> + <p> + At this instant the crashing sound of cannon-shot among masonry is heard. + It is the Allied artillery, which, regardless of their own troops, has + opened on the village. Every discharge tells; the range is at quarter + distance, and whole files fall at every fire. The trumpet sounds a + retreat; and I am endeavoring to collect my scattered followers, when my + eye falls on the aigulet of a general officer among the heap of dead; and + at the same time I perceive that some old and gallant officer has fallen + sword in hand, for his long white hair is strewn loosely across his face. + </p> + <p> + I spring down from my horse and push back the snowy locks, and with a + shriek of horror I recognize the friend of my heart,—General + d'Auvergne. I lift him in my arms, and search for the wound. Alas! a + grapeshot had torn through his chest, and cut asunder that noble heart + whose every beat was honor. Though still warm, no ray of life remained: + the hand I had so often grasped in friendship, I wrung now in the last + energy of despair, and fell upon the corpse in the agony of my grief. + </p> + <p> + The night was falling fast. All was still around me; none remained near; + the village was deserted. The deafening din of the cannonade continued, + and at times some straggling shot crashed through the crumbling walls, and + brought them thundering to the earth; but all had fled. By the pale + crescent of a new moon I dug a grave beneath the ruined wall of the + farmhouse. The labor was long and tedious; but my breaking heart took no + note of time. My task completed, I sat down beside the grave, and taking + his now cold hand in mine, pressed it to my lips. Oh, could I have shared + that narrow bed of clay, what rapture would it have brought to my + sorrowing soul! I lifted the body and laid it gently in the earth; and as + I arose, I found that something had entangled itself in my uniform, and + held me. It seemed a locket, which he wore by a ribbon round his neck. I + detached it from its place, and put it in my bosom. One lock of the snowy + hair I severed from his noble head, and then covered up the grave. “Adieu + forever!” I muttered, as I wandered from the spot. + </p> + <p> + It was the death of a true D'Auvergne,—“on the field of battle!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIX. THE BRIDGE OF MONTEREAU + </h2> + <p> + Ere I left the village, a shower of shells was thrown into it from the + French lines, and in a few minutes the whole blazed up in a red flame, and + threw a wide glare over the battlefield. Spurring my horse to his speed, I + galloped onward, and now discovered that our troops were retiring in all + haste. The Allies had won the battle, and we were falling back on Brienne. + </p> + <p> + Leaving seventy-three guns in the hands of the enemy, above one thousand + prisoners, and six thousand killed in battle, Napoleon drew off his + shattered forces, and marched through the long darkness of a winter's + night. Thus ended the battle of Arcis-sur-Aube,—the most fatal for + the hopes of the Emperor since the dreadful day of Leipzic. + </p> + <p> + From that hour Fortune seemed to frown on those whose arms she had so + often crowned with victory; and he himself, the mighty leader of so many + conquering hosts, stood at the window of the château at Brienne the whole + night long, dreading lest the enemy should be on his track. He whose + battles were wont to be the ovations of a conqueror, now beheld with joy + his masses retiring unpursued. + </p> + <p> + Why should I dwell on a career of disaster, or linger on the expiring + moments of a mighty Empire? Of what avail now are the reinforcements which + arrived to our aid,—the veteran legions of the Peninsula? The cry is + ever, “Too late! too late!” Dreadful words, heard at every moment! sad + omens of an army devoted and despairing! + </p> + <p> + From Brienne we retreat to Troyes; from thence to Bar-sur-Aube,—ever + nearer and nearer to that capital to which the Allies tend with wild + shouts of triumph. On the last day of February our headquarters are at + Nogent, not thirty leagues from Paris,—Nogent, with the great forest + of Fontainebleau on its left; and Meaux, the ancient bishopric of the + Monarchy, on its right; and behind that screen, Paris! + </p> + <p> + Leaving Bourmont in command of the line which holds the Austrians in + check, the Emperor himself hastens to oppose Blücher,—the most + intrepid and the most daring of all his enemies. A cross-march in the + depth of winter, with the ground covered with half-frozen snow, will bring + him on the flank of the Prussian army. It is dared! Dangers and + difficulties beset every step; the artillery are almost lost, the cavalry + exhausted. But the cry of “The enemy!” rouses every energy: they debouch + on the plain of Champ-Aubert, to fall on the moving column of the Russians + under Alsufief. Glorious stroke of fate! Victory again caresses the + spoiled child of fortune: the enemy is routed, and retires on Montmirail + and Châlons. The advanced army of the Prussians hear the cannonade, and + fall back to support the Allies on Montmirail. But the Emperor already + awaits them with the battalions of the Old Guard, and another great battle + ends in victory. Areola and Rivoli were again remembered, and recalled by + victories not less glorious; and once more hope returned to the ranks it + seemed to have quitted forever. Another dreadful blow is aimed at + Blucher's columns; Marmont attacks them at Vaux-Champs, and the army of + Silesia falls back beaten. + </p> + <p> + And now the Emperor hastens towards Nogent, where he has left Bourmont in + front of the Austrians. “Too late! too late!” is again the cry,—the + columns of Oudinot and Victor are already in retreat. Schwartzenberg, with + a force triple their own, advances on the plains of the Seine; the + Cossacks bivouac in the forest of Fontainebleau. Staff-officers hurry + onward with the news that the Emperor is approaching; the victorious army + which had subdued Blucher is on the march, reinforced by the veteran + cavalry of Spain and the tried legions of the Peninsula. They halt, and + form in battle. The Allies arrest their steps at Nangis, and again are + beaten: Nangis becomes another name of glory to the ears of Frenchmen. + </p> + <p> + Let me rest one instant in this rapid recital of a week whose great deeds + not even Napoleon's life can show the equal of,—the last flash of + the lamp of glory ere it darkened forever. + </p> + <p> + Three days had elapsed from the sad hour in which I laid my dearest friend + in his grave, ere I opened the locket I had taken from his bosom. The wild + work of war mingled its mad excitement in my brain with thoughts of deep + sorrow; and I lived in a kind of fevered dream, and hurried from the + affliction which beset me into the torrent of danger. + </p> + <p> + The gambler who cares not to win rarely loses, so he that seeks death in + battle comes unscathed through every danger. Each day I threw myself + headlong into some post where escape seemed scarcely possible; but + recklessness has its own armor of safety. On the field of Montmirail I was + reported to the Emperor; and for an attack on the Austrian rearguard at + Melun made colonel of a cuirassier regiment on the field of battle. Such + promotions rained on every side: hundreds were falling each day; many + regiments were commanded by officers of twenty-three or twenty-four years + of age. Few expected to carry their new epaulettes beyond the engagement + they gained them in; none believed the Empire itself could survive the + struggle. Each played for a mighty stake; few cared to outlive the game + itself. The Emperor showered down favors on the heads which each + battlefield laid low. + </p> + <p> + It was on the return from Melun I first opened the locket, which I + continued to wear around my neck. In the full expansion of a momentary + triumph to see myself at the head of a regiment, I thought of him who + would have participated in my pride. I was sitting in the doorway of a + little cabaret on the roadside, my squadrons picketed around me, for a + brief halt; and as my thoughts recurred to the brave D'Auvergne, I + withdrew the locket from my bosom. It was a small oval case of gold, + opening by a spring. I touched this, and as I did so, the locket sprang + open, and displayed before me a miniature of Marie de Meudon. Yes! + beautiful as I had seen her in the forest of Versailles: her dark hair + clustering around her noble brow,—and her eyes, so full of tender + loveliness, shadowed by their deep fringes,—were there as I + remembered them; the lips were half parted, as though the artist had + caught the speaking expression,—and as-I gazed, I could fancy that + voice, so musically sweet, still ringing in my ears. I could not look on + it enough: the features recalled the scenes when first I met her; and the + strong current of love, against which so long I struggled and contended, + flowed on with tenfold force once more. Should we ever meet again,—and + how? were the questions which rushed to my mind, and to which hope and + fear dictated the replies. + </p> + <p> + The locket was a present from the Empress to the general,—at least, + so I interpreted an inscription on the back; and this—shall I + confess it?—brought pleasure to my heart. Like one whose bosom bore + some wondrous amulet, some charm against the approach of danger, I now + rode at the head of my gallant band. Life had grown dearer to me, without + death becoming more dreaded. Her image next my heart made me feel as if I + should combat beneath her very eyes, and I burned to acquit myself as + became one who loved her. A wild, half frantic joy animated me as I went, + and was caught by the gay companions around me. + </p> + <p> + At midnight a despatch reached me, ordering me to hasten forward by a + forced march to Montereau, the bridge of which town was a post of the + greatest importance, and must be held against the Austrians till Victor + could come up. We lost not a moment. It was a calm frosty night, with a + bright moon, and we hastened along without halting. About an hour before + daybreak we were met by a cavalry patrol, who informed us that Gérard and + Victor had both arrived, but too late: Montereau was held by the + Wurtemberg troops, who garrisoned the village, and defended the bridge + with a strong force of artillery; twice the French troops had been beaten + back with tremendous loss, and all looked for the morrow to renew the + encounter. We continued our journey; and, as the sun was rising, + discovered, at a distance on the road beside the river, the mass of an + infantry column: it was the Emperor himself, come up with the Guard, to + attack the position. + </p> + <p> + Already the preparations for a fierce assault were in progress. A battery + of twelve guns was posted on a height to command the bridge; another, + somewhat more distant, overlooked the village itself. Different bodies of + infantry and cavalry were disposed wherever shelter presented itself, and + ready for the command to move forward. The approach to the bridge was by a + wide road, which lay for some distance along the river bank; and this was + deeply channelled by the enemy's artillery, which, stationed on and above + the bridge, seemed to defy any attempt to advance. + </p> + <p> + Never, indeed, did an enterprise seem more full of danger. Every house + which looked on the bridge was crenelated for small-arms, and garrisoned + by sharpshooters,—the fierce Jager of Germany, whose rifles are the + boast of the Vaterland. Cannon bristled along the heights; their wide + mouths pointed to that devoted spot, already the grave of hundreds. + Withdrawn under cover of a steep hill, my regiment was halted, with two + other heavy cavalry corps, awaiting orders; and from the crest of the + ridge I could observe the first movements of the fight. + </p> + <p> + As usual, a fierce cannonade was opened from either side; which, directed + mainly against the artillery itself, merely resulted in dismantling a + stray battery here and there, without further damage. At last the hoarse + roll of a drum was heard, and the head of an infantry column was seen + advancing up the road. They passed beneath a rock on which a little group + of officers were standing, and as they went a cheer of “Vive l'Empereur!” + broke from them. I strained my eyes towards the place, for now I knew the + Emperor himself was there. I could not, however, detect him in the crowd, + who all waved their hats in encouragement to the troops. + </p> + <p> + On they went, descending a steep declivity of the highroad to the bridge. + Suddenly the cannonade redoubles from the side of the enemy; the shot + whistles through the air, while ten thousand muskets peal forth together. + I rivet my eyes to watch the column. But what is my horror to perceive + that none appear upon the ridge! The masses move up; they mount the + ascent; they disappear behind it; and then are lost to sight forever. Not + one escapes the dreadful havoc of the guns, which from a distance of less + than two hundred yards enfilades the bridge. + </p> + <p> + But still they moved up. I could hear, from where ï lay, the commands of + the officers, as they gave the word to their companies: no fear nor + hesitation,—there they went to death; in less than fifteen minutes + twelve hundred fell, dead or wounded. And at last the signal to fall back + was given, and the shattered fragment of a column reeled back behind the + ridge. Again the cannonade opened, and increasing on both sides, was + maintained for above an hour without intermission. During this, our guns + did tremendous execution on the village, but without effecting anything of + importance respecting the bridge. + </p> + <p> + The Grenadiers of the Guard had reached the scene of combat, by forced + marches, from Nangis; and after a brief time to recruit their strength, + were now ordered up. What a splendid force that massive column, + conspicuous by their scarlet shoulder-knots and tall shakos of black + bearskin! with what confidence they move! They halt beneath the rock. The + Emperor is there too. And see! the officer who stands beside him descends + from the height, and puts himself at the head of the column: it is Guyot, + the colonel of the battalion; he waves his plumed hat in answer to the + Emperor,—that salute is the last he shall ever give on earth. + </p> + <p> + The drums roll out; but the hoarse shout of “En avant!” drowns their + tumult. On they rush; they are over the height; they disappear down the + descent. And see! there they are on the bridge! “Vive la Garde!” shouted + ten thousand of their comrades, who watch them from the heights; “Vive la + Garde!” is echoed from the tall cliffs beyond the river. The column moves + on, and already reaches the middle of the bridge, when eighteen guns throw + their fire into it: the blue smoke rolls down the rocky heights and + settles on the bridge, broken here and there by flashes, like the forked + gleam of lightning; the cloud passes oyer; the bridge is empty, save of + dead and dying: the Grenadiers of the Guard are no more! + </p> + <p> + “What heart is his who gives his fellow-men to death like this!” was my + exclamation as I witnessed this terrible struggle. + </p> + <p> + “The Cuirassiers and Carbineers of the Guard to form by threes in column + of attack!” shouted an aide-de-camp, as he rode up to where I lay. And no + more thought had I of <i>his</i> motives, who now opened the path of glory + to myself. + </p> + <p> + The squadrons were arrayed under cover of the ridge; the shot and shells + from the enemy's batteries flew thickly over us,—a presage of the + storm we were about to meet. The order to mount was given; and as the men + sprang into their saddles, a group of horsemen galloped rapidly round the + angle of the cliff, and approached. One glance showed me it was the + Emperor and his staff. + </p> + <p> + “Cuirassiers of the Guard,” said he, as with raised chapeau he saluted his + brave followers, “I have ordered two battalions to carry that bridge; they + have failed. Let those who never fail advance to the storm. Montereau + shall be inscribed on your helmets, men, when I see you on yonder heights. + Go forward!” + </p> + <p> + “Forward! forward!” shouted the mailed ranks, half maddened by the + exciting presence of Napoleon. + </p> + <p> + The force was formed in four separate columns of attack: the First + Cuirassiers leading; followed by the Carbineers of the Guard; then my own + regiment; and lastly, the Fourth, the corps of poor Pioche. What would I + have given to know he was there! But there was not time for such inquiry + now. The squadrons were ready awaiting the moment to dash on. + </p> + <p> + A loud detonation of nigh twenty guns shook the earth; and in the smoke + that rolled from them the bridge was concealed from view. A trumpet + sounded, and the cry of “Charge!” followed. The mass sprang forth. What a + cheer was theirs as they swept past! The cannonade opens again; the whole + ground trembles. The musketry follows; and the clatter of a thousand + sabres mingles with the war-cries of the combatants. It is but brief,—the + tumult is already subsiding. + </p> + <p> + And now comes the order for the carbineers to move up; the cuirassiers + have been cut to pieces. A few, mangled and bleeding, have reeled back + behind the hill; but the regiment is gone! + </p> + <p> + “Where are the troops of Wagram and Eylau?” said the Emperor, in + bitterness, as he saw the one broken squadron, sole remnant of a gallant + corps, reeling, bloodstained and dying, to the rear. “Where is that + cavalry that carried the Russian battery at Moskowa? You are not what you + once were!” + </p> + <p> + This cruel taunt, at the very moment when the earth was steeped in the + blood of his brave soldiers, was heard in mournful silence. None spoke a + word, but with clenched lip and clasped hand sat waiting the command to + charge. It came; but no cheer followed. The carbineers dashed on, prepared + to die: what death so dreadful as the cold irony of Napoleon! + </p> + <p> + “En avant! cuirassiers of the Tenth,” called out the Emperor, as the last + squadrons of the carbineers went by, “support your comrades! Follow up + there, men of the Fourth! I must have that bridge.” + </p> + <p> + And now the whole line moved up. As we turned the cliff in full trot, the + scene of combat lay before us: the terrible bridge now actually choked up + with dead and wounded, the very battlements strewn with corpses. In an + instant the carbineers were upon it; and struggling through the mass of + carnage, they rode onward. Like men goaded to despair, they pressed on, + and actually reached the archway beyond, which, defended by a strong gate, + closed up the way. Whole files now fell at every discharge; but others + took their places, to fall as rapidly beneath the murderous musketry. + </p> + <p> + “A petard to the gate!” is now the cry,—“a petard, and the bridge is + won!” + </p> + <p> + Quick as lightning, four sappers of the Guard rush across the road and + gain the bridge. They carry some thing between them, but soon are lost in + the dense masses of the horse. The enemy's fire redoubles; the bridge + crashes beneath the cannonade, when a loud shout is raised,— + </p> + <p> + “Let the cavalry fall back!” + </p> + <p> + A cheer of triumph breaks from the town as they behold the retiring + squadrons; they know not that the petard is now attached to the gate, and + that the horsemen are merely withdrawn for the explosion. + </p> + <p> + The bridge is cleared, and every eye is turned to watch the discharge + which shall break the strong door, and leave the passage open. But + unhappily the fuze has missed, and the great engine lies inert and + inactive. What is to be done? The cavalry cannot venture to approach the + spot, which at any moment may explode with ruin on every side; and thus + the bridge is rendered impregnable by our own fault. + </p> + <p> + “Fatality upon fatality!” is the exclamation of Napoleon, as he heard the + tidings. “This to the man who puts a match to the fuze!” said he, as he + detaches the great cross of the Legion from his breast, and holds it + aloft. + </p> + <p> + With one spring I jump from my saddle, and dash at the burning match a + gunner is holding near me. A rush is made by several others; but I am + fleetest of foot, and before they reach the road I am on the bridge. The + enemy has not seen me, and I am half-way across before a shot is aimed at + me. Even then a surprise seems to arrest their fire, for it is a single + ball whizzes past. I see the train; I kneel down; the fuze is faint, and I + stoop to blow it; and then my action is perceived, and a shattering volley + sweeps the bridge. The high projecting parapet protects me, and I am + unhurt. But the fuze will not take: horrible moment of agonizing suspense,—the + powder is clotted with blood, and will not ignite! I remember that my + pistols are in my belt, and detaching one, I draw the charge, and scatter + the fresh powder along the line. My shelter still saves me, though the + balls are crashing like hail around me. It takes, it takes! the powder + spits and flashes, and a loud cry from my comrades bursts out, “Come back! + come back!” + </p> + <p> + Forgetting everything in the intense anxiety of the moment, I spring to my + legs; but scarce is my head above the parapet when a bullet strikes me in + the chest. I fall covered with blood. + </p> + <p> + “Save him! save him!” is the cry of a thousand voices; and a rush is made + upon the bridge. The musketry opens on these brave fellows, and they fall + back wounded and discouraged. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0023" id="linkimage-0023"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/504.jpg" alt="504 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + Crouching beneath the parapet, I try to stanch my wound; but the blood is + gushing in torrents, my senses are reeling, the objects around grow + dimmer, the noise seems fainter. But suddenly I feel a hand upon my neck, + and at the same instant a flask is pressed to my lips. I drink, and the + wine rallies me; the bleeding is stopped. My eyes open again; and dare I + trust their evidence? Who is it that now shelters beneath the parapet + beside me? Minette, the vivandière! her handsome face flushed, her eyes + wild with excitement, and her brown hair in great tangled masses on her + back and shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “Minette, is it indeed thee?” said I, pressing her hand to my lips. + </p> + <p> + “I knew you at the head of your regiment some days ago, and I thought we + should meet ere long. But lie still; we are safe here. The fire slackens + too; they have fallen back since the gate was forced.” + </p> + <p> + “Is the gate forced, Minette?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, the petard has done its work; but the columns are not come up. Lie + still till they pass.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear, dear girl! what a brave heart is thine!” said I, gazing on her + beautiful features, tenfold handsomer from the expression which her + heroism had lent them. + </p> + <p> + “You would surely adventure as much for me,” said she, half-timidly, as + she pressed her handkerchief against the wound, which still oozed blood. + </p> + <p> + The action entangled her fingers in a ribbon. She tried to extricate them; + and the locket fell out, opening by accident at the same moment. With a + convulsive energy she clasped the miniature in both hands, and riveted her + eyes upon it. The look was wild as that of madness itself, and her + features grew stiff as she gazed, while the pallor of death overspread + them. It was scarce the action of a second; in another, she flung back the + picture from her and sprang to her feet. One glance she gave me, fleeting + as the lightning flash, but how full of storied sorrow! + </p> + <p> + The moment after she was in the middle of the bridge. She waved her cap + wildly above her head, and beckoned to the column to come on. A cheer + answered her. The mass rushed forward; the fire again pealed forth; a + shriek pierced the din of all the battle, and the leading files halt. Four + grenadiers fall back to the rear, carrying a body between them: it is the + corpse of Minette the vivandière, who has received her death-wound! + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0024" id="linkimage-0024"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/506.jpg" alt="506 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + The same evening saw me the occupant of a bed in the ambulance of the + Guard. Dreadful as the suffering of my wound was, I carried a deeper one + within my heart. + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor has given you his own cross of the Legion, sir,” said the + surgeon, endeavoring to rally me from a dejection whose source he knew + not. + </p> + <p> + “He has made him a general of brigade, too,” said a voice behind him. + </p> + <p> + It was General Letort who spoke; he had that moment come from the Emperor + with the tidings. I buried my head beneath my hands, and felt as though my + heart was bursting. + </p> + <p> + “That was a gallant girl, that vivandière,” said the rough old general; + “she must have had a soldier's heart within that corsage. <i>Parbleu!</i> + I'd rather not have another such in my brigade, though, after what + happened this evening.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it you speak of?” said I, faintly. + </p> + <p> + “They gave her a military funeral this evening,—the Fourth + Cuirassiers. The Emperor gave his permission, and sent General Degeon of + the staff to be present. And when they placed her in the grave, one of the + soldiers,—a corporal, I believe,—kneeled down to kiss her + before they covered in the earth; and when he had done so, he lay slowly + down on his face on the grass. 'He has fainted,' said one of his comrades; + and they turned him on his back. <i>Morbleu!</i> it was worse than that: + he was stone dead,—one of the very finest fellows of the regiment!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes! I know him,” muttered I, endeavoring to smother my emotion. + </p> + <p> + The general looked at me as if my mind was wandering, and briefly added,— + </p> + <p> + “And so they laid them in the same grave, and the same fusillade gave the + last honors to both.” + </p> + <p> + “Your story has affected my patient overmuch, General,” said the doctor; + “you must leave him to himself for some time.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0040" id="link2HCH0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XL. FONTAINEBLEAU + </h2> + <p> + An order from Berthier, written at the command of the Emperor, admitted me + into the ancient Palace of Fontainebleau, where I lay for upwards of two + months under my wound. Twice had fever nearly brought me to the grave; but + youth and unimpaired health succored me, and I rallied through all. A + surgeon of the staff accompanied me, and by his kind companionship, not + less than by his skill, did I recover from an illness where sorrow had + made an iron inroad not less deep than disease. + </p> + <p> + In my little chamber, which looked out upon the courtyard of the Palace, I + passed my days, thinking over the past and all its vicissitudes. Each day + we learned some intelligence either from the seat of war or from Paris: + defeat in one, treason and disaffection in the other, were rapidly + hastening the downfall of the mightiest Empire the genius of man had ever + constructed. Champ-Aubert, Montmirail, and Montereau, great victories as + they were, retarded not the current of events. “The week of glory” brought + not hope to a cause predestined to ruin. + </p> + <p> + It was the latter end of March. For some days previous the surgeon had + left me to visit an outpost ambulance near Melun, and I was alone. My + strength, however, enabled me to sit up at my window; and even in this + slight pleasure my wearied senses found enjoyment, after the tedious hours + of a sickbed. The evening was calm, and for the season mild and + summerlike. The shrubs were putting forth their first leaves, and around + the marble fountains the spring flowers were already showing signs of + blossom. The setting sun made the tall shadows of the ancient beech-trees + stretch across the wide court, where all was still as at midnight. No + inhabitant of the Palace was about; not a servant moved, not a footstep + was heard. + </p> + <p> + It was a moment of such perfect stillness as leads the mind to reverie; + and my thoughts wandered away to that distant time when gay cavaliers and + stately dames trod those spacious terraces,—when tales of chivalry + and love mingled with the plashing sounds of those bright fountains, and + the fair moon looked down on more lovely forms than even those graceful + marbles around. I fancied the time when the horn of the chasseur was + heard-echoing through those vast courts, its last notes lost in the merry + voices of the cortege round the monarch. And then I called up the + brilliant group, with caracoling steeds and gay housings, proudly + advancing up that great avenue to the royal entrance, and pictured the + ancient ceremonial that awaited his coming,—the descendant of a long + line of kings. The frank and kingly Francis, the valiant Henry the Fourth, + the “Grand Monarch” himself,—all passed in review before my mind as + once they lived, and moved, and spoke in that stately pile. + </p> + <p> + The sun had set: the mingled shadows threw their gloom over the wide + court, and one wing of the Palace was in' deep shade, when suddenly I + heard the roll of wheels and the tramp of horses on the distant road. I + listened attentively. They were coming near; I could hear the tread of + many together; and my practised ear could detect the clank of dragoons, as + their sabres and sabretasches jingled against the horses' flanks. “Some + hurried news from the Emperor,” thought I; “perhaps some marshal wounded, + and about to be conveyed to the Palace.” The same instant the guard at the + distant entrance beat to arms, and an equipage drawn by six horses dashed + in at full gallop; a second followed as fast, with a peloton of dragoons + at the side. My anxiety increased. “What if it were the Emperor himself!” + thought I. But as the idea flashed across me, it yielded at once on seeing + that the carriages did not draw up at the grand stair, but passed on to a + low and private door at the distant wing of the Palace. + </p> + <p> + The bustle of the cortege arriving was but a moment's work. The carriages + moved rapidly away, the dragoons disappeared, and all was as still as + before, leaving me to ponder over the whole, and actually ask myself could + it have been reality? I opened my door to listen; but not a sound awoke + the echo of the long corridors. One could have fancied that no living + thing was beneath that wide roof, so silent was all around. + </p> + <p> + A strange feeling of anxiety,—the dread of something undefined, I + knew not what, or whence coming,—was over me, and my nerves, long + irritable from illness, became now jarringly sensitive, and banished all + thought of sleep. Wild fancies and incoherent ideas crossed my mind, and + made me restless and uneasy. I felt, too, as if the night were unusually + close and sultry, and I opened my window to admit the air. Scarcely had I + drawn the curtain aside, when my eye rested on a long line of light, that, + issuing from a window on the ground-floor of the Palace, threw its bright + gleam far across the courtyard. + </p> + <p> + It was in the same wing where the carriages drew up. It must be so; some + officer of rank, wounded in a late battle, was brought there. “Poor + fellow!” thought I; “what suffering may he be enduring amid all the + peace-fulness and calm of this tranquil spot! Who can it be?” was the + ever-recurring question to my mind; for my impression had already + strengthened itself to a conviction. + </p> + <p> + The hours went on; the light shone steadily as at first, and the stillness + was unbroken. Wearied with thinking, and half forgetful of my weakness, I + tottered along the corridor, descended the grand stair, and passed out + into the court. How refreshing did the night air feel! how sweet the fair + odors of the spring, as, wafted by the motion of the <i>jet d'eau</i>, + they were diffused around! The first steps of recovery from severe + sickness have a strange thrill of youthfulness about them. Our senses seem + once more to revel in the simple enjoyments of early days, and to feel + that their greatest delight lies in the associations which gave pleasure + to childhood. Weaned from the world's contentions, we seem to have been + lifted for the time above the meaner cares and ambitions of life, and love + to linger a little longer in that ideal state of happiness calm thoughts + bestow; and thus the interval that brings back health to the body restores + freshness to the heart, and purified in thought, we come forth hoping for + better things, and striving for them with all the generous ardor of early + years. How happy was I as I wandered in that garden! how full of gratitude + to feel the current of health once more come back in all my veins,—the + sense of enjoyment which flows from every object of the fair world + restored to me, after so many dangers and escapes! + </p> + <p> + As I moved slowly through the terraced court, my eye was constantly + attracted to the small and starlike light which glimmered through the + darkness; and I turned to it at last, impelled by a feeling of undefinable + sympathy. Following a narrow path, I drew near to a little garden, which + once contained some rare flowers. They had been favorites of poor + Josephine in times past; but the hour was over in which that gave them a + claim to care and attention, and now they were wild grown and tangled, and + almost concealed the narrow walk which led to the doorway. + </p> + <p> + I reached this at length; and as I stood, the faint moonlight, slanting + beneath a cloud, fell upon a bright and glistening object almost at my + feet. I stepped back, and looked fixedly at it. It was the figure of a man + sleeping across the entrance of the porch. He was dressed in Mameluke + fashion; but his gay trappings and rich costume were travel-stained and + splashed. His unsheathed cimeter lay grasped in one hand, and a Turkish + pistol seemed to have fallen from the other. + </p> + <p> + Even by the imperfect light I recognized Rustan, the favorite Mameluke of + the Emperor, who always slept at the door of his tent and his chamber,—his + chosen bodyguard. Napoleon must then be here; his equipage it was which + arrived so hurriedly; his the light which burned through the stillness of + the night. As these thoughts followed fast on one another, I almost + trembled to think how nearly I had ventured on his presence, where none + dared to approach unbidden. To retire quickly and noiselessly was now my + care. But my first step entangled my foot; I stumbled. The noise awoke the + sleeping Turk, and with a loud cry for the guard he sprang to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “La garde!” called he a second time, forgetting in his surprise that none + was there. But then with a spring he seized me by the arm, and as his + shining weapon gleamed above my head, demanded who I was, and for what + purpose there. + </p> + <p> + The first words of my reply were scarcely uttered, when a small door was + opened within the vestibule, and the Emperor appeared. Late as was the + hour, he was dressed, and even wore his sword at his side. + </p> + <p> + “What means this? Who are you, sir?” was the quick, sharp question he + addressed to me. + </p> + <p> + A few words—the fewest in which I could convey it—told my + story, and expressed my sorrow, that in the sick man's fancy of a + moonlight walk I should have disturbed his Majesty. + </p> + <p> + “I thought, Sire,” added I, “that your Majesty was many a league distant + with the army—” + </p> + <p> + “There is no army, sir,” interrupted he, with a rapid gesture of his hand; + “to-morrow there will be no Emperor. Go, sir; go, while it is yet the + time. Offer your sword and your services where so many others, more + exalted than yourself, have done. This is the day of desertion; see that + you take advantage of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Had my name and rank been less humble, they would have assured your + Majesty how little I merited this reproach.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to have offended you,” replied he, in a voice of inexpressible + softness. “You led the assault at Montereau? I remember you now. I should + have given you your brigade, had I—” He stopped here suddenly, while + an expression of suffering passed across his pale features; he rallied + from it, however, in an instant, and resumed, “I should have known you + earlier; it is too late! Adieu!” + </p> + <p> + He inclined his head slightly as he spoke, and extended his hand. I + pressed it fervently to my lips, and would have spoken, but I could not. + The moment after he was gone. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0025" id="linkimage-0025"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/parting.jpg" alt="Brownepartingscene " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + It is too late! too late!—the same terrible words which were uttered + beneath the blackened walls of Moscow; repeated at every new disaster of + that dreadful retreat; now spoken by him whose fortune they predicted. Too + late!—the exclamation of the proud marshal, harassed by unsuccessful + efforts to avert the destiny he saw inevitable. Too late!—the cry of + the wearied soldier. Too late!—the fatal expression of the Czar when + the brave and faithful Macdonald urged the succession of the King of Rome + and the regency of the Empress. + </p> + <p> + Wearied with a wakeful night, I fell into a slumber towards morning, when + I started suddenly at the roll of drums in the court beneath. In an + instant I was at my window. What was my astonishment to perceive that the + courtyard was filled with troops! The Grenadiers of the Guard were ranged + in order of battle, with several squadrons of the chasseurs and the horse + artillery; while a staff of general officers stood in the midst, among + whom I recognized Belliard, Montesquieu, and Turenne,—great names, + and worthy to be recorded for an act of faithful devotion. The Duc de + Bassano was there too, in deep mourning; his pale and careworn face + attesting the grief within his heart. + </p> + <p> + The roll of the drums continued; the deep, unbroken murmur of the salute + went on from one end of the line to the other. It ceased; and ere I could + question the reason, the various staff-officers became uncovered, and + stood in attitudes of respectful attention, and the Emperor himself + slowly, step by step, descended the wide stair of the “Cheval Blanc,”—as + the grand terrace was styled,—and advanced towards the troops. At + the same instant the whole line presented arms, and the drums beat the + salute. They ceased, and Napoleon raised his hand to command silence, and + throughout that crowded mass not a whisper was heard. + </p> + <p> + I could perceive that he was speaking, but the words did not reach me. + Eloquent and burning words they were, and to be recorded in history to the + remotest ages. I now saw that he had finished, as General Petit sprang + forward with the eagle of the First Regiment of the Guards, and presented + it to him. The Emperor pressed it fervently to his lips, and then threw + his arms round Petit's neck; while suddenly disengaging himself, he took + the tattered flag that waved above him, and kissed it twice. Unable to + bear up any longer, the worn, hard-featured veterans sobbed aloud like + children, and turned away their faces to conceal their emotion. No cry of + “Vive l'Empereur!” resounded now through those ranks where each had + willingly shed his heart's blood for him. Sorrow had usurped the place of + enthusiasm, and they stood overwhelmed by grief. + </p> + <p> + A tall and soldierlike figure, with head uncovered, approached the + Emperor, and said a few words. Napoleon waved his hand towards the troops, + and from the ranks many rushed towards him, and fell on their knees before + him. He passed his hand across his face and turned away. My eyes grew dim; + a misty vapor shut out every object, and I felt as though the very lids + were bursting. The great tramp of horses startled me, and then came the + roll of wheels. I looked up: an equipage was passing from the gate, a + peloton of dragoons escorted it; a second followed at full speed. The + colonels formed their men; the word to march was given; the drums beat + out; the grenadiers moved on; the chasseurs succeeded; and last the + artillery rolled heavily up. The court was deserted; not a man remained: + all, all were gone! The Empire was ended; and the Emperor, the mighty + genius who created it, on his way to exile! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0041" id="link2HCH0041"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLI. THE CONCLUSION + </h2> + <p> + France never appeared to less advantage in the eyes of Europe than at the + period I speak of. Scarcely had the proud star of Napoleon set, when the + whole current of popular favor flowed along with those whom, but a few + days before, they accounted their greatest enemies. The Russians and the + Prussians, whom they lampooned and derided, they now flattered and fawned + on. They deemed no adulation servile enough to lay at the feet of their + conquerors,—not esteeming the exaltation of their victors + sufficient, unless purchased at the sacrifice of their own honor as a + nation. + </p> + <p> + The struggle was no longer who should be first in glory, but who foremost + in desertion of him and his fortunes whose word had made them. The + marshals he had created, the generals he had decorated, the ministers and + princes he had endowed with wealth and territory, now turned from him in + his hour of misfortune, to court the favor of one against whom every act + of their former lives was directed. + </p> + <p> + These men, whose very titles recalled the fields of glory to which he led + them, now hastened to the Tuileries to proffer an allegiance to a monarch + they neither loved nor respected. Sad and humiliating spectacle! The long + pent-up hatred of the Royalists found a natural vent in this moment of + triumphant success. Chateaubriand, Constant, and Madame de Staël led the + way to those declarations of the press which denounced Napoleon as the + greatest of earthly tyrants; and inveighed even against his greatness and + his genius, as though malevolence could produce oblivion. + </p> + <p> + All Paris was in a ferment of excitement,—not the troubled agitation + of a people whose capital owned the presence of a conquering army, but the + tumultuous joy of a nation intoxicated with pleasure. Fêtes and balls, gay + processions and public demonstrations of rejoicing, met one everywhere; + and ingenuity was taxed to invent flatteries for the very nations whom, + but a week past, they scoffed at as barbarians and Scythians. + </p> + <p> + Sickened and disgusted with the fickleness of mankind, I knew not where to + turn. My wound had brought on a low, lingering fever, accompanied by + extreme debility, increased in all likelihood by the harassing reflections + every object around suggested. I could not venture abroad without meeting + some evidence of that exuberant triumph by which treachery hopes to cover + its own baseness; besides, the reputation of being a Napoleonist was now a + mark for insult and indignity from those who never dared to avow an + opinion until the tide of fortune had turned in their favor. The white + cockade had replaced the tricolor; every emblem of the Empire was + abolished; and that uniform, to wear which was once a mark of honorable + distinction, was now become a signal for insult. + </p> + <p> + I was returning one evening from a solitary ramble in the neighborhood of + Paris,—for, by some strange fatality, I could not tear myself away + from the scenes to which the most eventful portions of my life were + attached,—and at length reached the Boulevard Montmartre, just as + the leading squadrons of a cavalry regiment were advancing up the wide + thoroughfare. I had hitherto avoided every occasion of witnessing any + military display which should recall the past; but now the rapid gathering + of the crowd to see the soldiers pass prevented my escape, and I was + obliged to wait patiently until the cortege should move forward. + </p> + <p> + They came on in dense column,—the brave Chasseurs of the Guard, the + bronzed warriors of Jena and Wigram; but to my eyes they seemed sterner + and sadder than their wont, and heeded not the loud “vivas” of the mob + around them. Where were their eagles? Alas! the white banner that floated + over their heads was a poor substitute for the proud ensign they had so + often followed to victory. And here weie the dragoons,—old + Kellermann's brave troopers; their proud glances were changed to a + mournful gaze upon that crowd whose cheers they once felt proud of: and + there, the artillery, that glorious corps which he loved so well,—did + not the roll of their guns sound sorrowfully on the ear! + </p> + <p> + They passed! And then came on a strange cortege of mounted cavaliers,—old + and withered men, in uniforms of quaint antique fashion, their chapeaux + decorated with great cockades of white ribbon, and their sword-knots + garnished with similar ornaments; the order of St. Louis glittered on each + breast, and in their bearing you might read the air of men who were + enjoying a long-wished-for and long-expected triumph. These were the old + seigneurs of the Monarchy; and truly they were not wanting in that look of + nobility their ancient blood bestowed. Their features were proud; their + glance elated; their very port and bearing spoke that consciousness of + superiority, to crush which had cost all the horrors and bloodshed of a + terrible Revolution. How strange! it seemed as if many of their faces were + familiar to me,—I knew them well; but where, and how, my memory + could not trace. Yes, now I could recall it: they were the frequenters of + the old “Pension of the Rue de Mi-Carême,”—the same men I had seen + in their day of adversity, bearing up with noble pride against the ills of + fortune. There they were, revelling in the long-sought-after restoration + of their former state. Were they not more worthy of admiration in their + hour of patient and faithful watching, than in this the period of their + triumph? + </p> + <p> + The pressure of the crowd obliged the cavalcade to halt. And now the air + resounded with the cries of “Vive le Roi!”—the long-forgotten cheer + of loyalty. Thousands re-echoed the shout, and the horsemen waved their + hats in exultation. “Vive le Roi!” cried the mob, as though the voices had + not called “Vive l'Empereur!” but yesterday. + </p> + <p> + “Down with the Napoleonist,—down with him!” screamed a + savage-looking fellow, who, jammed up in the crowd, pointed towards me, as + I stood a mere spectator of the scene. + </p> + <p> + “Cry 'Vive le Roi!' at once,” whispered a voice near me, “or the + consequences may be serious. The mob is ungovernable at a moment like + this.” + </p> + <p> + A dozen voices shouted out at the same time, “Down with him! down with + him!” + </p> + <p> + “Off with your hat, sir!” said a rude-looking fellow beside me, as he + raised his hand to remove it. + </p> + <p> + “At your peril!” said I, as I clenched my hand, and prepared to strike him + down the moment he should touch me. + </p> + <p> + The words were not well uttered, when the crowd closed on me, and a + hundred arms were stretched out to attack me. In vain all my efforts to + resist. My hat was torn from my head, and assailed on every side, I was + dragged into the middle of the street, amid wild cries of vengeance and + taunting insults. It was then, as I lay overcome by numbers, that a loud + cry to fall back issued from the cavalcade, and a horseman, sword in hand, + dashed upon the mob, slashing on every side as he went, mounted on a + high-mettled horse. He cleared the dense mass with the speed of lightning, + and drove back my assailants. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0026" id="linkimage-0026"> + <!-- IMG --></a> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> + <img src="images/page341.jpg" alt="Brownebeauvais341 " width="100%" /><br /> + </div> + <p> + “Catch my horse's mane,” said he, hurriedly. “Hold fast for a few seconds, + and you are safe.” + </p> + <p> + Following the advice, I held firmly by the long mane of his charger, + while, clearing away the mob on either side, he protected me by his drawn + sabre above my head. + </p> + <p> + “Safe this time!” said he, as we arrived within the ranks. And then + turning round, so as to face me, added, “Safe! and my debt acquitted. You + saved my life once; and though the peril seemed less imminent now, trust + me, yours had not escaped the fury of that multitude without me.” + </p> + <p> + “What! Henri de Beauvais! Do we meet again?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but with altered fortune, Burke. Our king, as the words of our Garde + Écossaise song says,—our king 'has got his own again.' The day of + loyalty has again dawned on France, and a grateful people may carry their + enthusiasm for the Restoration, even as far as vengeance on their + opponents, and yet not merit much reproach. But no more of this. We can be + friends now; or if not, it must be your fault.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not too proud, De Beauvais, either to accept or acknowledge a favor + at your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we are friends,” said he, joyfully. “And in the name of friendship, + let me beg of you to place this <i>cordon</i> in your hat.” And so saying, + he detached the cockade of white ribbon he wore from his own, and held it + towards me. “Well, then, at least remove the tricolor; it can but expose + you to insult. Remember, Burke, its day is over.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not likely to forget it,” replied I, sadly. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Colonel, his royal highness wishes to speak with you,” said + an aide-de-camp, riding up beside De Beauvais's horse. + </p> + <p> + “Take care of this gentleman for me,” said De Beauvais, pointing to me; + and then, wheeling round his horse, he galloped at full speed to the rear. + </p> + <p> + “I will spare you all trouble on my account, sir,” said I. “My way lies + yonder, and at present I see no obstacle to my pursuing it.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me at least send an escort with you.” + </p> + <p> + I thanked him and declined the offer; and leaving the ranks of the + procession, mingled with the crowd, and in a few minutes after reached my + hotel without further molestation. The hour was come, I saw plainly, in + which I must leave France. Not only was every tie which bound me to that + land severed, but to remain was only to oppose myself singly to the + downward current of popular opinion which now threatened to overturn every + landmark and vestige of the Empire. Up to this moment, I never confessed + to my heart with what secret hope I had prolonged each day of my stay,—how + I cherished within me the expectation that I should once again, though but + for an instant, see her who lived in all my thoughts, and, unknown to my + self, formed the mainspring of all my actions! + </p> + <p> + This hope only became confessed when about to leave me forever. + </p> + <p> + As I busied myself in the preparations for departure, a note arrived from + De Beauvais, stating that he desired particularly to see and confer with + me that same evening, and requesting me on no account to be from home, as + his business was most pressing. I felt little curiosity to know to what he + might allude, and saw him enter my room some hours later without a single + particle of anxiety as to his communication. + </p> + <p> + “I am come, Burke,” said he, after a few commonplaces had been exchanged + between us,—“I am come, Burke, on a mission which I hope you will + believe the sincerest regard for you has prompted me to undertake, and + which, whatever objections it may meet with from you, none can arise, I am + certain, on the score of his fidelity who now makes this proposition to + you. To be brief: the Count d'Artois has sent me to offer you your grade + and rank in the army of his Majesty Louis the Eighteenth. Your last + gazette was as colonel; but there is a rumor you should have received your + appointment as general of brigade. There will be little difficulty in + arranging your brevet on that understanding; for your services, brief as + they were, have not been unnoticed. Marshal Ney himself bears testimony to + your conduct at Montereau; and your name twice occurs on the list of the + minister of war for promotion. Strange claims these, you will say, to + recompense from the rightful sovereign of France, gained as they were in + the service of the Usurper! But it is the prerogative of legitimacy to be + great and noble-minded, and to recognize true desert wherever it occurs. + Come, what say you? Does this proposal meet your wishes?” + </p> + <p> + “If to surpass my expectations, and flatter my pride, were to convince my + reason, and change my estimation of what is loyal and true, I should say, + 'Yes, De Beauvais; the proposition does meet my wishes.' But not so. I + wore these epaulettes first in my admiration of him whose fortunes I have + followed to the last. My pride, my glory, were to be his soldier; that can + be no longer, and the sword I drew in his cause shall never be unsheathed + in another's.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you ignorant that such arguments apply with equal force to all those + great men who have, within these few weeks past, sworn allegiance to his + Majesty? What say you to the list of marshals, not one of whom has refused + the graciously offered favor of his Majesty? Are Ney, Soult, Augereau, + Macdonald, and Marmont nothing as examples?” + </p> + <p> + “I will not say so, De Beauvais; but this I will say, they had had both + more respect and esteem from me had they done otherwise. If they were true + to the Emperor, they can scarce be loyal to the King.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you not distinguish between the forced services exacted by a tyrant + and the noble duty rendered to a rightful sovereign?” + </p> + <p> + “I can better estimate the fascinations which lead men to follow a hero, + than to be the parade-soldier around the gilded gates of a palace.” + </p> + <p> + De Beauvais's cheek flashed scarlet, and his voice was agitated, as he + replied,— + </p> + <p> + “The nobles of France, sir, have shown themselves as high in deeds of + chivalry and heroism as they have ever been in the accomplishments of + true-born gentlemen.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, De Beauvais! I meant no imputation of them and their motives. + There is every reason why you and your gallant companions should enjoy the + favors of that crown your efforts have placed upon the head of the King of + France. Your true and fitting station is around the throne your bravery + and devotion have restored. But as for us,—we who have fought and + marched, have perilled limb and life, to raise the fortune and elevate the + glory of him who was the enemy of that sovereign,—how can we be + participators in the triumph we labored to avert, and rejoice in a + consummation we would have died rather than witness?” + </p> + <p> + “But it has come; the fates have decided against you. The cause you would + serve is not merely unfortunate,—it is extinct; the Empire has left + no banner behind it. Come, then, and rally round one whose boast it is to + number among its followers the high-born and the noble,—to assert + the supremacy of rank and worth above the claim of the base and low.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot; I must not.” + </p> + <p> + “At least, you will wait on the Comte d'Artois. You must see his royal + highness, and thank him for his gracious intentions.” + </p> + <p> + “I know what that means, De Beauvais; I have heard that few can resist the + graceful fascinations of the prince's manner. I shall certainly not fear + to encounter them, however dangerous to my principles.” + </p> + <p> + “But not to refuse his royal highness?” said he, quickly. “I trust you + will not do that.” + </p> + <p> + “You would not have me yield to the flattery of a prince's notice what I + refuse to the solicitations of a friend, would you?” + </p> + <p> + “And such is your intention,—your fixed intention?” + </p> + <p> + “Undoubtedly it is.” + </p> + <p> + De Beauvais turned away impatiently, and leaned on the window for some + minutes. Then, after a pause, and in a slow and measured voice, added,— + </p> + <p> + “You are known to the Court, Burke, by other channels than those I have + mentioned. Your prospects of advancement would be most brilliant, if you + accept this offer: I scarcely know to what they may not aspire. Reflect + for a moment or two. There is no desertion,—no falling off here. + Remember that the Empire was a vision, and like a dream it has passed + away. Where there is no cause, there can be no fealty.” + </p> + <p> + “It is but a sorry memory, De Beauvais, that only retains while there are + benefits to receive; mine is a more tenacious one.” + </p> + <p> + “Then my mission is ended,” cried he, taking up his hat. “I may mention to + his royal highness that you intend returning to England; that you are + indisposed to service at present. It is unnecessary to state more + accurately the views you entertain?” + </p> + <p> + “I leave the matter completely to your discretion.” + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, then. Our roads lie widely apart, Burke; and I for one regret it + deeply. It only remains that I should give you this note; which I promised + to deliver into your hands in the event of your declining to accept the + prince's offer.” + </p> + <p> + He blushed deeply, as he placed a small sealed note in my fingers; and as + if anxious to get away, pressed my hand hurriedly, and left the room. + </p> + <p> + My curiosity to learn the contents of the billet made me tear it open at + once; but it was not before I had perused it several times that I could + credit the lines before me. They were but few, and ran thus:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Dear Sir,—May I request the honor of a visit from you this + evening at the Hôtel de Grammont? + + Truly yours, + + Marie d'Auvergne, née De Meudon. + + Colonel Burke. +</pre> + <p> + How did I read these lines over again and again!—now interpreting + them as messengers of future hope; now fearing they might exclude every + ray of it forever. One solution recurred to me at every moment, and + tortured me to the very soul. Her family had all been Royalists. The mere + accidents of youth had thrown her brother into the army, and herself into + the Court of the Empire, where personal devotion and attachment to the + Empress had retained her. What if she should exert her influence to induce + me to accept the prince's offer? How could I resist a request, perhaps an + entreaty, from her? The more I reflected over it, the more firmly this + opinion gained ground with me, and the more deeply did I grieve over a + position environed by such difficulty; and ardently as I longed for the + moment of meeting her once more, the desire was tempered by a fear that + the meeting should be our last. + </p> + <p> + The eventful moment of my destiny arrived, and found me at the door of the + Hôtel de Grammont. A valet in waiting for my arrival conducted me to a <i>salon</i>, + saying the countess would appear in a few moments. + </p> + <p> + What an anxious interval was that! I tried to occupy myself with the + objects around, and distract my attention from the approaching interview; + but every sound startled me, and I turned at each instant towards the door + by which I expected her to enter. + </p> + <p> + The time appeared to drag heavily on,—minutes became like hours; and + yet no one appeared. My impatience had reached its climax, when I heard my + name spoken in a low soft voice. I turned, and she was before me. + </p> + <p> + She was dressed in deep mourning, and looked paler, perhaps thinner, than + I had ever seen her,—but not less beautiful. Whether prompted by her + own feelings at the moment, or called up by my unconsciously fixed look, + she blushed deeply as our eyes met. + </p> + <p> + “I was about to leave France, Colonel,” said she, as soon as we were + seated, “when I heard from my cousin, De Beauvais, that you were here, and + delayed my departure to have the opportunity of seeing you.” + </p> + <p> + She paused here, and drew a deep breath to continue; but leaning her head + on her hand, she seemed to have fallen into a reverie for some minutes, + from which she started suddenly, by saying,— + </p> + <p> + “His royal highness has offered you your grade in the service, I + understand?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Madame; so my friend De Beauvais informs me.” + </p> + <p> + “And you have refused,—is it not so?” + </p> + <p> + “Even so, Madame.” + </p> + <p> + “How is this, sir? Are you so weary of a soldier's life, that you would + leave it thus early?” + </p> + <p> + “This was not the reason, Madame.” + </p> + <p> + “You loved the Emperor, sir,” said she, hastily, and with a tone of almost + passionate eagerness, “even as I loved my dear, kind mistress; and you + felt allegiance to be too sacred a thing to be bartered at a moment's + notice. Is this the true explanation?” + </p> + <p> + “I am proud to say, you have read my motives; such were they.” + </p> + <p> + “Why are there not many more to act thus?” cried she, vehemently. “Why do + not the great names <i>he</i> made glorious, become greater by fidelity + than ever they were by heroism? There was one, sir, who, had he lived, had + given this example to the world.” + </p> + <p> + “True, most true, Madame. But was not his fate happier than to have + survived for this?” + </p> + <p> + A long pause, unbroken by a word on either side, followed; when at last + she said,— + </p> + <p> + “I had left with De Beauvais some few relics of my dear brother, hoping + you would accept them for his sake. General d'Auvergne's sword,—the + same he wore at Jena,—he desired might be conveyed to you when you + left the service. These, and this ring,” said she, endeavoring to withdraw + a rich brilliant from her finger, “are the few souvenirs I would ask you + to keep for their sakes, and for mine. You mean to return to England, + sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Madame; that is, I had intended,—I know not now whither I + shall go. Country has few ties for one like me.” + </p> + <p> + “I, too, must be a wanderer,” said she, half musingly, while still she + endeavored to remove the ring from her finger. “I find,” said she, + smiling, “I must give you another keepsake; this will not leave me.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it me, then, where it is,” said I. “Yes, Marie! the devotion of a + heart, wholly yours, should not go unrewarded. To you I owe all that my + life has known of happiness,—to memory of you, every high and noble + hope. Let me not, after years of such affection, lose the guiding star of + my existence,—all that I have lived for, all that I love!” + </p> + <p> + These words, poured forth with all the passionate energy which a last hope + inspires, were followed by a story of my long-concealed love. I know not + how incoherently the tale was told; I cannot say how often I interrupted + my own recital by some appeal to the past,—some half-uttered hope + that she had seen the passion which burned within me. I can but remember + the bursting feeling of my bosom, as she placed her hand in mine, and + said,— + </p> + <p> + “It is yours!” + </p> + <p> + These words ended the story of a life whose trials were many, and + encountered at an age in which few have braved the world's cares. The + lessons I had learned, however, were acquired in that school,—adversity,—where + few are taught in vain; and if the morning of my life broke in clouds and + shadow, the noon has been not less peaceful and bright. And the evening, + as it draws near, comes with an aspect of calm tranquillity, ample enough + to recompense every vicissitude of those early days when the waves of + fortune were roughest. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0043" id="link2H_4_0043"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A PARTING WORD. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Dear Friends,—Time has hallowed the custom of a word at + parting, and I am unwilling to relinquish the privilege. In + the tale I have just concluded, my endeavor was to portray, + with as little aid from fiction as might be, some lights and + shadows of the most wonderful and eventful period of modern + history,—the empire of Napoleon. The character I selected + for my hero was not all imaginary, neither were many of the + scenes, which bear less apparent proofs of reality. The + subject was one long meditated on before undertaken; but as + the work proceeded, I felt at some places, the difficulty of + creating interest for persons, and incidents removed both by + time and country from my reader; and at others, my own + inadequacy to an effort, which mere zeal could never + accomplish. These causes induced me to deviate from the plan + I originally set down for my guidance; and combined with + failing health, have rendered what might have been a matter + of interest and amusement to the writer, a task of labor and + anxiety. + + It is the first time I have had to ask my reader's + indulgence on such grounds; nor should I now allude to it, + save as affording the only apology I can render for the many + defects in a story, which, in defiance of me, took its + coloring from my own mind at the period, rather from the + reflex of the events I related. + + The moral of my tale is simple,—the fatal influence crude + and uncertain notions of liberty will exercise over a + career, which, under happier direction of its energies, had + won honor and distinction, and the impolicy of the effort, + to substitute an adopted for a natural allegiance. + + My estimate of Napoleon may seem to some to partake of + exaggeration; but I have carefully distinguished between the + Hero and the Emperor, and have not suffered my unqualified + admiration of the one to carry me on to any blind devotion + of the other. + + Having begun this catalogue of excuses and explanations, I + know not where to stop. So, once more asking forgiveness for + all the errors of these volumes, I beg to subscribe myself, + in great respect and esteem, + + Your humble and obedient servant, + + Harry Lorrequer. + + Templeogue House, + + August 26th, 1844. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> THE END. <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Tom Burke Of “Ours”, Volume II (of II), by +Charles James Lever + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM BURKE II *** + +***** This file should be named 31902-h.htm or 31902-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/1/9/0/31902/ + +Produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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