Volume V Part 16 (2/2)
Here I suffer you to breathe, and leave to your meditation what has occurred to me on the _genius and character_ of the French Revolution.
From having this before us, we may be better able to determine on the first question I proposed,--that is, How far nations called foreign are likely to be affected with the system established within that territory.
I intended to proceed next on the question of her facilities, _from the internal state of other nations, and particularly of this_, for obtaining her ends; but I ought to be aware that my notions are controverted. I mean, therefore, in my next letter, to take notice of what in that way has been recommended to me as the most deserving of notice. In the examination of those pieces, I shall have occasion to discuss some others of the topics to which I have called your attention.
You know that the letters which I now send to the press, as well as a part of what is to follow, have been in their substance long since written. A circ.u.mstance which your partiality alone could make of importance to you, but which to the public is of no importance at all, r.e.t.a.r.ded their appearance. The late events which press upon us obliged me to make some additions, but no substantial change in the matter.
This discussion, my friend, will be long. But the matter is serious; and if ever the fate of the world could be truly said to depend on a particular measure, it is upon this peace. For the present, farewell.
FOOTNOTES:
[34] See Declaration, Whitehall, Oct. 29, 1793.
[35] It may be right to do justice to Louis the Sixteenth. He did what he could to destroy the double diplomacy of France. He had all the secret correspondence burnt, except one piece, which was called _Conjectures raisonnees sur la Situation actuelle de la France dans le Systeme Politique de l'Europe_: a work executed by M. Favier, under the direction of Count Broglie. A single copy of this was said to have been found in the cabinet of Louis the Sixteenth. It was published with some subsequent state-papers of Vergennes, Turgot, and others, as ”a new benefit of the Revolution,” and the advertis.e.m.e.nt to the publication ends with the following words: ”_Il sera facile de se convaincre_, QU'Y COMPRIS MeME LA ReVOLUTION, _en grande partie_, ON TROUVE DANS CES _MEMOIRES_ ET CES _CONJECTURES_ LE GERME DE TOUT CE QUI ARRIVE AUJOURD'HUI, _et qu'on ne peut, sans les avoir lus, etre bien au fait des interets, et meme des vues actuelles des diverses puissances de l'Europe_.” The book is ent.i.tled _Politique de tous les Cabinets de l'Europe pendant la Regnes de Louis XV. et de Louis XVI_. It is altogether very curious, and worth reading.
[36] See our Declaration.
LETTER III.
ON THE RUPTURE OF THE NEGOTIATION; THE TERMS OF PEACE PROPOSED; AND THE RESOURCES OF THE COUNTRY FOR THE CONTINUANCE OF THE WAR.
Dear Sir,--I thank you for the bundle of state-papers which I received yesterday. I have travelled through the negotiation,--and a sad, founderous road it is. There is a sort of standing jest against my countrymen,--that one of them on his journey having found a piece of pleasant road, he proposed to his companion to go over it again. This proposal, with regard to the worthy traveller's final destination, was certainly a blunder. It was no blunder as to his immediate satisfaction; for the way was pleasant. In the irksome journey of the Regicide negotiations it is otherwise: our ”paths are not paths of pleasantness, nor our ways the ways to peace.” All our mistakes, (if such they are,) like those of our Hibernian traveller, are mistakes of repet.i.tion; and they will be full as far from bringing us to our place of rest as his well-considered project was from forwarding him to his inn. Yet I see we persevere. Fatigued with our former course, too listless to explore a new one, kept in action by inertness, moving only because we have been in motion, with a sort of plodding perseverance we resolve to measure back again the very same joyless, hopeless, and inglorious track.
Backward and forward,--oscillation, s.p.a.ce,--the travels of a postilion, miles enough to circle the globe in one short stage,--we have been, and we are yet to be, jolted and rattled over the loose, misplaced stones and the treacherous hollows of this rough, ill-kept, broken-up, treacherous French causeway!
The Declaration which brings up the rear of the papers laid before Parliament contains a review and a reasoned summary of all our attempts and all our failures,--a concise, but correct narrative of the painful steps taken to bring on the essay of a treaty at Paris,--a clear exposure of all the rebuffs we received in the progress of that experiment,--an honest confession of our departure from all the rules and all the principles of political negotiation, and of common prudence in the conduct of it,--and to crown the whole, a fair account of the atrocious manner in which the Regicide enemies had broken up what had been so inauspiciously begun and so feebly carried on, by finally, and with all scorn, driving our suppliant amba.s.sador out of the limits of their usurpation.
Even after all that I have lately seen, I was a little surprised at this exposure. A minute display of hopes formed without foundation and of labors pursued without fruit is a thing not very flattering to self-estimation. But truth has its rights, and it will a.s.sert them. The Declaration, after doing all this with a mortifying candor, concludes the whole recapitulation with an engagement still more extraordinary than all the unusual matter it contains. It says that ”His Majesty, who had entered into the negotiation with _good faith_, who had suffered _no_ impediment to prevent his prosecuting it with _earnestness and sincerity_, has now _only to lament_ its abrupt termination, and to renew _in the face of all Europe the solemn declaration_, that, whenever his enemies shall be _disposed_ to enter on the work of general pacification in a spirit of conciliation and equity, nothing shall be wanting on his part to contribute to the accomplishment of that great object.”
If the disgusting detail of the acc.u.mulated insults we have received, in what we have very properly called our ”solicitation” to a gang of felons and murderers, had been produced as a proof of the utter inefficacy of that mode of proceeding with that description of persons, I should have nothing at all to object to it. It might furnish matter conclusive in argument and instructive in policy; but, with all due submission to high authority, and with all decent deference to superior lights, it does not seem quite clear to a discernment no better than mine that the premises in that piece conduct irresistibly to the conclusion. A labored display of the ill consequences which have attended an uniform course of submission to every mode of contumelious insult, with which the despotism of a proud, capricious, insulting, and implacable foe has chosen to buffet our patience, does not appear to my poor thoughts to be properly brought forth as a preliminary to justify a resolution of persevering in the very same kind of conduct, towards the very same sort of person, and on the very same principles. We state our experience, and then we come to the manly resolution of acting in contradiction to it.
All that has pa.s.sed at Paris, to the moment of our being shamefully hissed off that stage, has been nothing but a more solemn representation on the theatre of the nation of what had been before in rehearsal at Basle. As it is not only confessed by us, but made a matter of charge on the enemy, that he had given us no encouragement to believe there was a change in his disposition or in his policy at any time subsequent to the period of his rejecting our first overtures, there seems to have been no a.s.signable motive for sending Lord Malmesbury to Paris, except to expose his humbled country to the worst indignities, and the first of the kind, as the Declaration very truly observes, that have been known in the world of negotiation.
An honest neighbor of mine is not altogether unhappy in the application of an old common story to a present occasion. It may be said of my friend, what Horace says of a neighbor of his, ”_Garrit aniles ex re fabellas_.” Conversing on this strange subject, he told me a current story of a simple English country squire, who was persuaded by certain _dilettanti_ of his acquaintance to see the world, and to become knowing in men and manners. Among other celebrated places, it was recommended to him to visit Constantinople. He took their advice. After various adventures, not to our purpose to dwell upon, he happily arrived at that famous city. As soon as he had a little reposed himself from his fatigue, he took a walk into the streets; but he had not gone far, before ”a malignant and a turbaned Turk” had his choler roused by the careless and a.s.sured air with which this infidel strutted about in the metropolis of true believers. In this temper he lost no time in doing to our traveller the honors of the place. The Turk crossed over the way, and with perfect good-will gave him two or three l.u.s.ty kicks on the seat of honor. To resent or to return the compliment in Turkey was quite out of the question. Our traveller, since he could not otherwise acknowledge this kind of favor, received it with the best grace in the world: he made one of his most ceremonious bows, and begged the kicking Mussulman ”to accept his perfect a.s.surances of high consideration.” Our countryman was too wise to imitate Oth.e.l.lo in the use of the dagger. He thought it better, as better it was, to a.s.suage his bruised dignity with half a yard square of balmy diplomatic diachylon. In the disasters of their friends, people are seldom wanting in a laudable patience. When they are such as do not threaten to end fatally, they become even matter of pleasantry. The English fellow-travellers of our sufferer, finding him a little out of spirits, entreated him not to take so slight a business so very seriously. They told him it was the custom of the country; that every country had its customs; that the Turkish manners were a little rough, but that in the main the Turks were a good-natured people; that what would have been a deadly affront anywhere else was only a little freedom there: in short, they told him to think no more of the matter, and to try his fortune in another promenade. But the squire, though a little clownish, had some home-bred sense. ”What! have I come, at all this expense and trouble, all the way to Constantinople only to be kicked? Without going beyond my own stable, my groom, for half a crown, would have kicked me to my heart's content. I don't mean to stay in Constantinople eight-and-forty hours, nor ever to return to this rough, good-natured people, that have their own customs.”
In my opinion the squire was in the right. He was satisfied with his first ramble and his first injuries. But reason of state and common sense are two things. If it were not for this difference, it might not appear of absolute necessity, after having received a certain quant.i.ty of buffetings by advance, that we should send a peer of the realm to the sc.u.m of the earth to collect the debt to the last farthing, and to receive, with infinite aggravation, the same scorns which had been paid to our supplication through a commoner: but it was proper, I suppose, that the whole of our country, in all its orders, should have a share of the indignity, and, as in reason, that the higher orders should touch the larger proportion.
This business was not ended because our dignity was wounded, or because our patience was worn out with contumely and scorn. We had not disgorged one particle of the nauseous doses with which we were so liberally crammed by the mountebanks of Paris in order to drug and diet us into perfect tameness. No,--we waited till the morbid strength of our _boulimia_ for their physic had exhausted the well-stored dispensary of their empiricism. It is impossible to guess at the term to which our forbearance would have extended. The Regicides were more fatigued with giving blows than the callous cheek of British diplomacy was hurt in receiving them. They had no way left for getting rid of this mendicant perseverance, but by sending for the beadle, and forcibly driving our emba.s.sy ”of shreds and patches,” with all its mumping cant, from the inhospitable door of Cannibal Castle,--
”Where the gaunt mastiff, growling at the gate, Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat,”
I think we might have found, before the rude hand of insolent office was on our shoulder, and the staff of usurped authority brandished over our heads, that contempt of the suppliant is not the best forwarder of a suit,--that national disgrace is not the high-road to security, much less to power and greatness. Patience, indeed, strongly indicates the lore of peace; but mere love does not always lead to enjoyment. It is the power of winning that palm which insures our wearing it. Virtues have their place; and out of their place they hardly deserve the name,--they pa.s.s into the neighboring vice. The patience of fort.i.tude and the endurance of pusillanimity are things very different, as in their principle, so in their effects.
In truth, this Declaration, containing a narrative of the first transaction of the kind (and I hope it will be the last) in the intercourse of nations, as a composition, is ably drawn. It does credit to our official style. The report of the speech of the minister in a great a.s.sembly, which I have read, is a comment upon the Declaration.
Without inquiry how far that report is exact, (inferior I believe it may be to what it would represent,) yet still it reads as a most eloquent and finished performance. Hardly one galling circ.u.mstance of the indignities offered by the Directory of Regicide to the supplications made to that junto in his Majesty's name has been spared. Every one of the aggravations attendant on these acts of outrage is, with wonderful perspicuity and order, brought forward in its place, and in the manner most fitted to produce its effect. They are turned to every point of view in which they can be seen to the best advantage. All the parts are so arranged as to point out their relation, and to furnish a true idea of the spirit of the whole transaction.
This speech may stand for a model. Never, for the triumphal decoration of any theatre, not for the decoration of those of Athens and Rome, or even of this theatre of Paris, from the embroideries of Babylon or from the loom of the Gobelins, has there been sent any historic tissue so truly drawn, so closely and so finely wrought, or in which the forms are brought out in the rich purple of such glowing and blus.h.i.+ng colors. It puts me in mind of the piece of tapestry with which Virgil proposed to adorn the theatre he was to erect to Augustus upon the banks of the Mincio, who now hides his head in his reeds, and leads his slow and melancholy windings through banks wasted by the barbarians of Gaul. He supposes that the artifice is such, that the figures of the conquered nations in his tapestry are made to play their part, and are confounded in the machine,--
utque Purpurea intexti tollant aulaea Britanni;
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