University of California FROM THK LIBRARY DR. FRANCIS L I E li E R , Professor of History and Law in Columbia College, New York. THK GIFT OF MICHAEL REESE, Of San Fr-i 1873. LIBRARY OF THK University of California, CIRC i'L A TIXG B R A X( ' I! . .! or a week before the end of the term. THE MODERN BRITISH ESSAYISTS. VOL. II. ARCHIBALD ALISON. PHILADELPHIA: CAREY AND HART 1845. MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. BY ARCHIBALD ALISON, F. R. S. AUTHOR OF "HISTORY OF EUROPE DURING THE FRENCH REVOLUTION." Rqjrinlei from WITH THE AUTHOR'S CORRECTIONS FOR THIS EDITION. PHILADELPHIA: CAREY & HART, 126 CHESNUT STREET. 1845. STEREOTYPED BY L. JOHNSON. PRINTED BY T. K. & P. G. COLLIMS. PHILADELPHIA. PREFACE. A WISH having been expressed by the publishers of this work to have a collection of my Miscellaneous Essays, published at different times and in different periodical works in Great Britain, made for reprints in America, and selected and arranged by myself, I have willingly assented to so flattering a proposal. I have endeavoured in making the selection to choose such as discuss subjects possessing, as far as possible, a general and durable interest; and to admi<- those only, relating to matters of social contest or national policy in Great Britain, which are likely, from the importance of the questions involved in them, to excite some interest as contemporary compositions among future generations of men. And I should be ungrateful if, in making my first appear- ance before the American public, and in a work hitherto published in a col- lected form only in this country, I did not make my warmest acknowledgments for the liberal spirit in which they have received my writings, and the indul- gence they have manifested towards their imperfections; and express at the same time the pride which I feel, as an English author, at the vast and boundless field for British literary exertion which is afforded by the extension of the Anglo-Saxon race on the other side of the Atlantic. If there is any wish I entertain more cordially than another, it is that this strong though unseen mental bond may unite the British family in every part of the world, and cause them all to feel as brothers, even when the time arrives, as arrive it will, that they have obtained the dominion of half the globe. A. ALISON. Possel House, Glasgow, Sept. 1, 1844. CONTENTS. Page CHATEAUBRIAND ........... 7 NAPOLEON ............ 27 BOSSUET ........... .42 POLAND ............ 52 MADAME DE STAEL ........... 64 NATIONAL MONUMENTS .......... 73 MARSHAL NEY 84 ROBERT BRUCE ........... 94 PARIS IN 1814 . 100 THE LOUVRE IN 1814 .......... 109 TYROL ...... ...... 117 FRANCE IN 1833 ........ 125 ITALY 154 SCOTT, CAMPBELL, AND BYRON ........ 160 THE COPYRIGHT QUESTION ......... 173 MICHELET'S FRANCE .......... 184 MILITARY TREASON AND CIVIC SOLDIERS . . . . . . .193 ARNOLD'S ROME ........... 203 MIRABEAU ............ 212 BULWER'S ATHENS . . . . . . . . . .223 THE REIGN OF TERROR .......... 241 THE FRENCH REVOLUTION OF 1830 253 THE FALL OF TURKEY .......... 266 THE SPANISH REVOLUTION OF 1820 ....... 279 PARTITION OF THE KINGDOM OF THE NETHERLANDS 239 KARAMSIN'S RUSSIA 299 EFFECTS OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION OF 1830 . . . . . .309 DESERTION OF PORTUGAL . ........ 321 CARLIST STRUGGLE IN SPAIN ......... 325 WELLINGTON ........... 346 THE AFFGHANISTAUN EXPEDITION ........ 348 THE FUTURE 357 GUIZOT ............. 367 HOMER, DANTE, AND MICHAEL ANGELO 380 A2 5 "TfivE?.s!T7j ^*lFOa|^ ALISON'S ESSAYS, CHATEAUBRIAND. [BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE, MARCH, 1832.] IT is one of the worst effects of the vehe- mence of faction, which has recently agitated the nation, that it tends to withdraw the atten- tion altogether from works of permanent lite- rary merit, and by presenting nothing to the mind but a constant succession of party dis- cussions, both to disqualify it for enjoying the sober pleasure of rational information, and render the great works which are calculated to delight and improve the species known only to a limited class of readers. The conceit and prejudice of a large portion of the public, in- crease just in proportion to the diminution of their real information. By incessantly studying journals where the advantage of the spread of knowledge is sedulously inculcated, they imagine that they have attained that know- ledge, because they have read these journals, and by constantly abusing those whom they stigmatize as offering the light of truth, they come to forget that none oppose it so effectually as those who substitute for its steady ray the lurid flame of democratic flattery. It is, therefore, with sincere and heartfelt joy, that we turn from the turbid and impassioned stream of political discussion, to the pure foun- tains of literary genius ; from the vehemence of party strife to the calmness of philosophic investigation ; from works of ephemeral cele- brity to the productions of immortal genius. When we consider the vast number of these which have issued from the European press during the last fifteen years, and the small extent to which they are as yet known to the British public, we are struck with astonish- ment ; and confirmed in the opinion, that those who are loudest in praise of the spread of in- formation, are not unfrequently those who possess least of it for any useful purpose. It has long been a settled opinion in France, that the seams of English literature are wrought out ; that while we imagine we are advancing, we are in fact only moving round in a circle, and that it is in vain to expect any thing new on human affairs from a writer under the English constitution. This they ascribe to the want of the boulcversement of ideas, and the ex- trication of original thought, which a revolu- tion produces ; and they coolly calculate on the catastrophe which is to overturn the English government, as likely to open new veins of thought among its inhabitants, and pour new streams of eloquence into its writers. Without acquiescing in the justice of this observation in all its parts, and strenuously asserting for the age of Scott and Byron a decided superiority over any other in British history since the days of Shakspeare and Mil- ton, at least in poetry and romance, we must admit that the observation, in many depart- ments of literature, is but too well founded. No one will accuse us of undue partiality for the French Revolution, a convulsion whose principles we have so long and so vigorously opposed, and whose horrors we have en- deavoured, sedulously, though inadequately, to impress upon our readers. It is therefore with a firm conviction of impartiality, and a consciousness of yielding only to the tone of truth, that we are obliged to confess, that in historical and political compositions the French of our age are greatly superior to the writers of this country. We are not insensible to the merits of our modern English historians. We fully appreciate the learned research of Turner, the acute and valuable narrative of Lingard, the elegant language and antiquarian industry of Tytler, the vigour and originality of M'Crie, and the philosophic wisdom of Mackintosh. But still we feel the justice of the French observation, that there is something " English" in all their ideas. Their thoughts seem formed on the even tenor of political events prior to 1789: and in reading their works we can hardly persuade ourselves that they have been ushered into the world since the French Revolution advanced a thousand years the materials of political investigation. Chateaubriand is universally allowed by the French, of all parties, to be their first writer. His merits, however, are but little understood in this country. He is known as once a minis- ter of Louis XVIII., and ambassador of that monarch in London, as the writer of many celebrated political pamphlets, and the victim, since the Revolution of 1830, of his noble and ill-requited devotion to that unfortunate family. Few are aware that he is, without one single exception, the most eloquent writer of the pre- sent age ; that independent of politics, he has produced many works on morals, religion, and history, destined for lasting endurance; that his writings combine the strongest love of rational freedom, with the warmest inspiration of Christian devotion ; that he is, as it were, the link between the feudal and the revolu- 7 8 ALISOJVS MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. Uonary ages; retaining from the former its generous and elevated feeling, and inhaling from the latter its acute and fearless investi- gation. The last pilgrim, with devout feelings, to the holy sepulchre, he was the first supporter of constitutional freedom in France ; discard- ing thus from former times their bigoted fury, and from modern, their infidel spirit; blending all that was noble in the ardour of the Crusades, with all that is generous in the enthusiasm of freedom. It is the glory of the Conservative Party throughout the world, and by this party we mean all who are desirous in every country to uphold the religion, the institutions, and the liberties of their fathers, that the two greatest writers of the age have devoted their talents to the support of their principles. Sir Walter Scott and Chateaubriand are beyond all ques- tion, and by the consent of both nations, at the head of the literature, of France and England since the Revolution; and they will both leave names at which the latest posterity will feel proud, when the multitudes who have sought to rival them on the revolutionary side are buried in the waves of forgotten time. It is no small triumph to the cause of order in these trying days, that these mighty spirits, destined to instruct and bless mankind through every succeeding age, should have proved so true to the principles of virtue ; and the patriot may well rejoice that generations yet unborn, while they approach their immortal shrines, or share in the enjoyments derived from the legacies they have bequeathed to mankind, will inhale only a holy spirit, and derive from the pleasures of imagination nothing but ad- ditional inducements to the performance of duty. Both these great men are now under an eclipse, too likely, in one at least, to terminate in earthly extinction. The first lies on the bed, if not of material, at least, it is to be feared, of intellectual death ; and the second, arrested by the military despotism which he so long strove to avert from his country, has lately awaited in the solitude of a prison the fate destined for him by revolutionary violence.* But " Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage." It is in such moments of gloom and depres- sion, when the fortune of the world seems most adverse, when the ties of mortality are about to be dissolved, or the career of virtue is on the point of being terminated, that the immortal superiority of genius and virtue most strongly appear. In vain was the Scottish bard ex- tended on the bed of sickness, or the French patriot confined to the gloom of a dungeon ; their works remain to perpetuate their lasting sway over the minds of men; and while their mortal frames are sinking beneath the suffer- ings of the world, their immortal souls rise into the region of spirits, to witness a triumph more glorious, an ascendency more enduring, * Sir Walter Scott, at this period, was on his deathbed, and Chateaubriand imprisoned by order of Louis Philippe. than ever attended the arms of Caesar or Alex- ander. * Though pursuing the same pure and en- nobling career ; though gifted with the same ardent imagination, and steeped in the same fountains of ancient lore, no two writers were ever more different than Chateaubriand and Sir Walter Scott. The great characteristic of the French author, is the impassioned and enthusiastic turn of his mind. Master of im- mense information, thoroughly imbued at once with the learning of classical and catholic times ; gifted with a retentive memory, a poeti- cal fancy, and a painter's eye, he brings to bear upon every subject the force of erudition, the images of poetry, the charm of varied scenery, and the eloquence of impassioned feeling. Hence his writings display a reach and variety of imagery, a depth of light and shadow, a vigour of thought, and an extent of illustration, to which there is nothing comparable in any other writer, ancient or modern, with whom we are acquainted. All that he has seen, or read, or heard, seem present to his mind, what- ever he does, or wherever he is. He illustrates the genius of Christianity by the beauties of classical learning, inhales the spirit of ancient prophecy on the shores of the Jordan, dreams on the banks of the Eurotas of the solitude and gloom of the American forests; visits the Holy Sepulchre with a mind alternately de- voted to the devotion of a pilgrim, the curiosity of an antiquary, and the enthusiasm of a crusa- der, and combines, in his romances, with the tender feelings of chivalrous love, the heroism of Roman virtue, and the sublimity of Chris- tian martyrdom. His writings are less a faithful portrait of any particular age or coun- try, than an assemblage of all that is grand, and generous, and elevated in human nature. He drinks deep of inspiration at all the foun- tains where it has ever been poured forth to mankind, and delights us less by the accuracy of any particular picture, than the traits of genius which he has combined from every quarter where its footsteps have trod. His style seems formed on the lofty strains of Isaiah, or the beautiful images of the B^ook of Job, more than all the classical or modern literature with which his mind is so amply stored. He is admitted by all Frenchmen, of whatever party, to be the most perfect living master of their language, and to have gained for it beauties unknown to the age of Bossuet and Fenelon. Less polished in his periods, less sonorous in his diction, less melodious in his rhythm, than these illustrious writers, he is incomparably more varied, rapid, and en- ergetic; his ideas flow in quicker succession, his words follow in more striking antithesis ; the past, the present, and the future rise up at once before us; and we see how strongly the stream of genius, instead of gliding down the smooth current of ordinary life, has been broken and agitated by the cataract of revolution. With far less classical learning, fewer images derived from travelling, inferior in- formation on many historical subjects, and a mind of a less impassioned and energetic cast, our own Sir Walter is far more deeply read in that book which is ever the same the human CHATEAUBRIAND. heart. This is his unequalled excellence there he stands, since the days of Shakspeare, without a rival. It is to this cause that his astonishing success has been owing. We feel in his characters that it is not romance, but real life which is represented. Every word that is said, especially in the Scotch novels, is nature itself. Homer, Cervantes, Shakspeare, and Scott, alone have penetrated to the deep substratum of character, which, however dis- guised by the varieties of climate and govern- ment, is at bottom everywhere the same; and thence they have found a responsive echo in every human heart. Every man who reads these admirable works, from the North Cape to Cape Horn, feels that what the characters they contain are made to say, is just what would have occurred to themselves, or what they have heard said by others as long as they lived. Nor is it only in the delineation of character, and the knowledge of human nature, that the Scottish Novelist, like his great pre- decessors, is but for them without a rival. Powerful in the pathetic, admirable in dialogue, unmatched in description, his writings capti- vate the mind as much by the varied excel- lencies which they exhibit, as the powerful interest which they maintain. He has carried romance out of the region of imagination and sensibility into the walks of actual life. We feel interested in his characters, not because they are ideal beings with whom we have be- come acquainted for the first time when we began the book, but because they are the very persons we have lived with from our infancy. His descriptions of scenery are not luxuriant and glowing pictures of imaginary beauty, like those of Mrs. Radclifle, having no resemblance to actual nature, but faithful and graphic por- traits of real scenes, drawn with the eye of a poet, but the fidelity of a consummate draughts- man. He has combined historical accuracy and romantic adventure with the interest of tragic events ; we live with the heroes, and princes, and paladins of former times, as with our own contemporaries; and acquire from the splendid colouring of his pencil such a vivid conception of the manners and pomp of the feudal ages, that we confound them, in our recollections, with the scenes which we our- selves have witnessed. The splendour of their tournaments, the magnificence of their dress, the glancing of their arms ; their haughty manners, daring courage, and knightly cour- tesy; the shock of their battlesteeds, the splin- tering of their lances, the conflagration of their castles, are brought before our eyes in such vivid colours, that we are at once transported to the age of Richard and Saladin, of Bruce and Marmion, of Charles the Bold and Philip Augustus. Disdaining to flatter the passions, or pander to the ambition of the populace, he has done more than any man alive to elevate their character ; to fill their minds with the noble sentiments which dignify alike the cot- tage and the palace; to exhibit the triumph of virtue in the humblest stations over all that the world calls great; and without ever in- dulging a sentiment which might turn them from the scenes of their real usefulness, bring home to every mind the " might that slumbers n a peasants arm. 'M\^ Above all, he has uni- formly, in all his varied and extensive produc- tions, shown himself true to the cause of virtue. Amidst all the innumerable combinations of character, event, and dialogue, which he has formed, he has ever proved faithful to the polar star of duty ; and alone, perhaps, of the great romance-writers of the world, has not left a line which on his death-bed he would wish recalled. Of such men France and England may well be proud; shining, as they already do, through the clouds and the passions of a fleeting ex- istence, they are destined soon to illuminate the world with a purer lustre, and ascend to that elevated station in the higher heavens where the fixed stars shed a splendid and im- perishable light. The writers whom party has elevated the genius which vice has seduced, are destined to decline with the interests to which they were devoted, or the passions by which they were misled. The rise of new poli- tical struggles will consign to oblivion the vast talent which was engulfed in its conten- tion ; the accession of a more virtuous age bury in the dust the fancy which was enlisted in the cause of corruption; while these illus- trious men, whose writings have struck root in the inmost recesses of the human heart, and been watered by the streams of imperish- able feeling, will for ever continue to elevate and bless a grateful world. To form a just conception of the importance of Chateaubriand's Genius of Christianity, we must recollect the period when it was pub- lished, the character of the works it was in- tended to combat, and the state of society in which it was destined to appear. For half a century before it appeared, the whole genius of France had been incessantly directed to undermine the principles of religion. The days of Pascal and Fenelon, of Saurin and Bourdaloue, of Bossuet and Massillon, had passed away; the splendid talent of the seven- teenth century was no longer arrayed in the support of virtue the supremacy of the church had ceased to be exerted to thunder in the ear of princes the awful truths of judgment to come. Borne away in the torrent of corrup- tion, the church itself had yielded to the in- creasing vices of the age ; its hierarchy had become involved in the passions they were destined to combat, and the cardinal's purple covered the shoulders of an associate in the midnight orgies of the Regent. Orleans. Such was the audacity of vice, the recklessness of fashion, and the supineness of religion, that Madame Roland tells us, what astonished her in her youthful days was, that the heaven it- self did not open, to rain down upon the guilty metropolis, as on the cities of the Jordan, a tempest of consuming fire. While such was the profligacy of power and the audacity of crime, philosophic talent lent its aid to overwhelm the remaining safeguards of religious belief. The middle and the lower orders could not, indeed, participate in the luxurious vices of their wealthy superiors; but they could well be persuaded that the faith which permitted such enormities, the religion which was stained by such crimes, was a sys- 10 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS. tern of hypocrisy and deceit. The passion for innovation, which more than any other feature Characterized that period in France, invaded the precincts of religion as well as the bul- warks of the state the throne and the altar; the restraints of this world and the next, as is ever the case, crumbled together. For half a century, all the genius of France had been incessantly directed to overturn the sanctity of Christianity ; its corruptions were repre- sented as its very essence ; its abuses part of its necessary effects. Ridicule, ever more powerful than reason with a frivolous age, lent its aid to overturn the defenceless fabric ; and for more than one generation, not one writer of note had appeared to maintain the hopeless cause. Voltaire and Diderot, D'Alem- bert and Raynal, Laplace and Lagrange, had lent the weight of their illustrious names, or The powers of their versatile minds, to carry on the war. The Encyclopedic was a vast battery of infidelity incessantly directed against Christianity; while the crowd of licentious novelists, with which the age abounded Louvet, Crebillon, Laclos, and a host of others insinuated the poison, mixed up with the strongest allurements to the passions, and the most voluptuous seductions to the senses. This inundation of infidelity was soon fol- lowed by sterner days ; to the unrestrained in- dulgence of passion succeeded the unfettered march of crime. With the destruction of all The bonds which held society together ; with the removal of all the restraints on vice or guilt, the fabric of civilization and religion speedily was dissolved. To the licentious orgies of the Regent Orleans succeeded the infernal furies of the Revolution : from the same Palais Ro5 r al from whence had sprung those fountains of courtly corruption, soon issued forth the fiery streams of democracy. Enveloped in this burning torrent, the institutions, the faith, the nobles, the throne, were destroyed ; the worst instruments of the supreme justice, the pas- sions and ambition of men, were suffered to work their unresisted way : and in a few years the religion of eighteen hundred years was abolished, its priests slain or exiled, its Sab- bath abolished, its rites proscribed, its faith unknown. Infancy came into the world with- out a blessing, age left it without a hope ; marriage no longer received a benediction, sickness was left without consolation ; the village bell ceased to call the poor to their weekly day of sanctity and repose ; the village churchyard to witness the weeping train of mourners attending their rude forefathers to their last home. The grass grew in the churches of every parish in France ; the dead without a blessing were thrust into vast charnel-houses ; marriage was contracted be- fore a civil magistrate ; and infancy, untaught to pronounce the name of God, longed only for the period when the passions and indul- gencies of life were to commence. It was in these disastrous days that Chateau- briand arose, and bent the force of his lofty mind to restore the fallen but imperishable faith of his fathers. In early youth, he was at first carried away by the fashionable infidelity of his times ; and in his " Essais Historiques," which he published in 1792, in London, while the principles of virtue and natural religion are unceasingly maintained, he seems to have doubted whether the Christian religion was not crumbling with the institutions of society, and speculated what faith was to be established on its ruins. But misfortune, that great cor- rector of the vices of the world, soon chanj these faulty views. In the days of exile am adversity, when, by the waters of Babylon, ht sat down and wept, he reverted to the fait and the belief of his fathers, and inhaled ii the school of adversity those noble maxii of devotion and duty which have ever sin< regulated his conduct in life. Undauntec though alone, he placed himself on the ruinj of the Christian faith; renewed, with Herci lean strength, a contest which the talents am vices of half a century had to all appearance rendered hopeless ; and, speaking to the hear of men, now purified by suffering, and cleans* by the agonizing ordeal of revolution, scatter far and wide the seeds of a rational and manly piety. Other writers have followed : the same noble career: Salvandy and Guiz( have traced the beneficial effects of religk upon modern society, and drawn from the h results of revolutionary experience just am sublime conclusions as to the adaptation of Christianity to the wants of humanity; but it is the glory of Chateaubriand alone to have come forth the foremost in the fight; to have planted himself on the breach, when it was strewed only with the dead and the dying, and, strong in the consciousness of gigantic powers, stood undismayed against a nati-tn in arms. To be successful in the contest, it was indis- pensable that the weapons of warfare should be totally changed. When the ideas of men were set adrift by revolutionary changes, when the authority of ages was set at nought, and from centuries of experience appeals were made to weeks of innovation, it was in vain to refer to the great or the wise of former ages. Perceiving at once the immense change which had taken place in the world whom he ad- dressed, Chateaubriand saw, that he must alter altogether the means by which they were to be influenced. Disregarding, therefore, entirely the weight of authority, laying aside almost every thing which had been advanced in sup- port of religion by its professed disciples, he applied himself to accumulate the conclusions in its favour which arose from its internal beauty; from its beneficent effect upon society ; from the changes it had wrought upon the civilization, the happiness, and destinies of mankind; from its analogy with the sublimest tenets of natural religion; from its unceasing progress, its indefinite extension, and undecay- ing youth. He observed, that it drew its sup- port from such hidden recesses of the human heart, that it flourished most in periods of dis- aster and calamity; derived strength from the fountains of suffering, and, banished in all but form from the palaces of princes, spread its roots far and wide in the cottages of the poor. From the intensity of suffering produced by the Revolution, therefore, he conceived the hope, that the feelings of religion would ulti- 1 mately resume their sway : when the waters CHATEAUBRIAND. 11 of bitterness were let loose, the consolations of devotion would again be felt to be indispen- sable; and the spirit of the gospel, banished during the sunshine of corrupt prosperity, re- turn to the repentant human heart with the tears and the storms of adversity. Proceeding on these just and sublime prin- ciples, this great author availed himself of every engine which fancy, experience, or poe- try could suggest, to sway the hearts of his readers. He knew well that he was address- ing an impassioned and volatile generation, upon whom reason would be thrown away, if not enforced with eloquence, and argument lost, if not clothed in the garb of fancy. To effect his purpose, therefore, of re-opening in the hearts of his readers the all but extin- guished fountains of religious feeling, he sum- moned to his aid the whole aid which learn- ing, or travelling, or poetry, or fancy, could supply; and scrupled not to employ his powers as a writer of romance, an historian, a descriptive traveller, and a poet, to forward the great work of Christian renovation. Of his object in doing this, he has himself given the following account.* "There can be no doubt that the Genius of Christianity would have been a work entirely out of place in the age of Louis XIV. ; and the critic who observed that Massillon would never have published such a book, spoke an un- doubted truth. Most certainly the author would never have thought of writing such a work if there had not existed a host of poems, romances, and books of all sorts, where Christianity was exposed to every species of derision. But since these poems, romances, and books exist, and are in every one's hands, it becomes in- dispensable to extricate religion from the sar- casms of impiety ; when it has been written on all sides that Christianity is 'barbarous, ridiculous, the eternal enemy of the arts and of genius ;' it is necessary to prove that it is neither barbarous, nor ridiculous, nor the enemy of arts or of genius ; and that that which is made by the pen of ridicule to appear diminutive, ignoble, in bad taste, without either charms or tenderness, may be made to appear grand, noble, simple, impressive, and divine, in the hands of a man of religious feeling. "If it is not permitted to defend religion on what may be called its terrestrial side, if no effort is to be made to prevent ridicule from attaching to its sublime institutions, there will always remain a weak and undefended quarter. There all the strokes at it will be aimed ; there you will be caught without defence; from thence you will receive your death-wound. Is not that what has already arrived 1 Was it not by ridicule and pleasantry that Voltaire succeeded in shaking the foundations of faith'? Will you attempt to answer by theological arguments, or the forms of the syllogism, licen- tious novels or irreligious epigrams! Will formal disquisitions ever prevent an infidel generation from being carried away by clever verses, or deterred from the altar by the fear of ridicule 1 Does not every one know that in * All the passages cited are translated by ourselves. There is an English version, we believe, but we have never seen it. the French nation a happy bon-mot, impiety clothed in a felicitous expression, zfelix culpa, produce a greater effect than volumes of reasoning or metaphysics 1 Persuade young men that an honest man can be a Christian, without being a fool ; convince him that he is in error when he believes that none but capu- chins and old women believe in religion, and your cause is gained ; it will be time enough to complete the victory to present yourself armed with theological reasons, but what you must begin with is an inducement to read your book. What is most needed is a popular work on religion; those who have hitherto written on it have too often fallen into the error of the traveller who tries to get his com- panion at one ascent to the summit of a rugged mountain when he can hardly crawl at its foot you must show him at every step varied and agreeable objects; allow him to stop to gather the flowers which are scattered along his path, and from one resting-place to another he will at length gain the summit. "The author has not intended this work merely for scholars, priests, or doctors ; what he wrote for was the men of the world, and what he aimed at chiefly were the considera- tions calculated to affect their minds. If you do not keep steadily in view that principle, if you forget for a moment the class of readers for whom the Genius of Christianity was in- tended, you will understand nothing of this work. It was intended to be read by the most incredulous man of letters, the most volatile youth of pleasure, with the same facility as the first turns over a work of impiety, or the second devours a corrupting novel. Do you intend then, exclaim the well-meaning ad- vocates for Christianity, to render religion a matter of fashion ! Would to God, I reply, that that divine religion was really in fashion, in the sense that what is fashionable indicates the prevailing opinion of the world ! Individual hypocrisy, indeed, might be increased by such a change, but public morality would unques- tionably be a gainer. The rich would no longer make it a point of vanity to corrupt the poor, the master to pervert the mind of his domestic, the fathers of families to pour lessons of athe- ism into their children ; the practice of piety would lead to a belief in its truths, and with the devotion we should see revive the manners and the virtues of the best ages of the world. "Voltaire, when he attacked Christianity, knew mankind well enough not to seek to avail himself of what is called the opinion of the world, and with that view he employed his talents to bring impiety into fashion. He suc- ceeded by rendering religion ridiculous in the eyes of a frivolous generation. It is this ridi- cule which the author of the Genius of Chris- tianity has, beyond every thing, sought to efface ; that was the object of his work. He may have failed in the execution, but the ob- ject surely was highly important. To con- sider Christianity in its relation with human society; to trace the changes which it has effected in thS reason and the passions of man ; to show how it has modified the genius of arts and of letters, moulded the spirit of modern nations ; in a word, to unfold all the 12 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. marvels which religion has wrought in the regions of poetry, morality, politics, history, and public charity, must always be esteemed a noble undertaking. As to its execution, he abandons himself, with submission, to the criticisms of those who appreciate the spirit of the design. " Take, for example, a picture, professedly of an impious tendency, and place beside it another picture on the same subject from the Genius of Christianity, and I will venture to affirm that the latter picture, however feebly executed, will weaken the impression of the first, so powerful is the effect of simple truth when compared to the most brilliant sophisms. Voltaire has frequently turned the religious orders into ridicule ; well, put beside one of his burlesque representations the chapter on the Missions, that where the order of the Hospitallers is depicted as succouring the travellers in the desert, or the monks relieving the sick in the hospitals, attending those dying of the plague in the lazarettos, or accompany- ing the criminal to the scaffold, what irony will not be disarmed what malicious smile will not be converted into tears 1 Answer the reproaches made to the worship of the Chris- tians for their ignorance, by appealing to the immense labours of the ecclesiastics who saved from destruction the manuscripts of antiquity. Reply to the accusations of bad taste and barbarity, by referring to the works of Bossuet and Ferielon. Oppose to the carica- tures of saints and of angels, the sublime effects of Christianity on the dramatic part of poetry, on eloquence, and the fine arts, and say whether the impression of ridicule will long maintain its ground 1 Should the author have no other success than that of having displayed before the eyes of an infidel age a long series of religious pictures without exciting disgust. he would deem his labours not useless to the cause of humanity." III. 263 266. These observations appear to us as just as they are profound, and they are the reflections not merely of a sincere Christian, but a man practically acquainted with the state of the world. It is of the utmost importance, no doubt, that there should exist works on the Christian faith, in which the arguments of the skeptic should be combated, and to which the Christian disciple might refer with confidence for a refutation of the objections which have been urged against his religion. But great as is the merit of such productions, their bene^ ficial effects are limited in their operation conr pared with those which are produced by such writings as we are considering. The hardenec sceptic will never turn to a work on divinitj for a solution of his paradoxes ; and men ol the world can never be persuaded to enter on serious arguments even on the most moment ous subject of human belief. It is the indiffcr ence, not the skepticism of such men, which i chiefly to be dreaded : the danger to be appre hended is not that they will say there is n God, but that they will live altogether withou God in the world. It has happened but to frequently that divines, in their zeal for th progress of Christianity among such men have augmented the very evil they intended t emove. They have addressed themselves in enerai to them as if they were combatants rawn out in a theological dispute ; they have rged a mass of arguments which they were nable to refute, but which were too uninterest- ig to be even examined, and while they flat- ered themselves that they had effectually ilenced their opponents' objections, those fhom they addressed have silently passed by n the other side. It is, therefore, of incalcu- able importance that some writings should xist which should lead men imperceptibly into le ways of truth, which should insinuate lemselves into the tastes, and blend them- elves with the refinements of ordinary life, ,nd perpetually recur to the cultivated mind vith ail that it admires, or loves, or venerates, n the world. Nor let it be imagined that reflections such .s these are not the appropriate theme of re- igious instruction that they do not form the it theme of Christian meditation. Whatever eads our minds habitually to the Author of he Universe; whatever mingles the voice f nature with the revelation of the gospel ; vhatever teaches us to see, in all the changes f the world, the varied goodness of him, in whom "we live, and move, and have our >eing," brings us nearer to the spirit of the Saviour of mankind. But it is nnt only as encouraging a sincere devotion, that these re- flections are favourable to Christianity; there s something, moreover, peculiarly allied to its spirit in such observations of external nature. When our Saviour prepared himself for his ;emptation, his agony, and death, he retired to he wilderness of Judaea, to inhale, we may venture to believe, a holier spirit amidst its solitary scenes, and to approach to a nearer communion with his Father, amidst the sub- imest of his works. It is with similar feelings, and to worship the same Father, that the Christian is permitted to enter the temple of nature ; and by the spirit of his religion, there s a language infused into the objects which she presents, unknown to the worshipper of former times. To all indeed the same objects appear the same sun shines the same hea- vens are open: but to the Christian alone it is permitted to know the Author of these things ; to see his spirit "move in the breeze and blossom in the spring," and to read, in the changes which occur in the material world, the varied expression of eternal love. It is from the influence of Christianity accordingly that the key has been given to the signs of nature. It was only when the Spirit of God moved on the face of the deep, that order and beauty was seen in the world. It is accordingly peculiarly well worthy of observation, that the beauly of nature, as felt in modern times, seems to have been almost un- known to the writers of antiquity. They de- scribed occasionally the scenes in which they dwelt; but, if we except Virgil, whose gentle mind seems to have anticipated, in this in- stance, the influence of the gospel, never with any deep feeling of their beauty. Then, as now, the citadel of Athens looked upon the evening sun, and her temples flamed in his setting beam; but what Athenian writer ever CHATEAUBRIAND. 13 described the matchless glories of the scene ? Then, as now, the silvery clouds of the .^gean sea rolled round her verdant isles, and sported in the azure vault of heaven ; but what Gre- cian poet has been inspired by the sight ? The Italian lakes spread their waves beneath a cloudless sky, and all that is lovely in nature was gathered around them; yet even Eustace tells us, that a few detached lines is all that is left in regard to them by the Roman poets. The Alps themselves, "The palaces of nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned eternity in icy halls Of cold stihliinity, where forms and falls The avalanche the thunderbolts of snow." Even these, the most glorious objects which the eye of man can behold, were regarded by the ancients with sentiments only of dismay or horror; as a barrier from hostile nations, or as the dwelling of barbarous tribes. The torch of religion had not then lightened the face of nature; they knew not the language which she spoke, nor felt that holy spirit, which to the Christian gives the sublimity of these scenes. Chateaubriand divides his great work into four parts. The first treats of the doctrinal parts of religion : the second and the third, the relations of that religion with poetry, litera- ture, and the arts. The fourth, the ceremonies of public worship, and the services rendered to mankind by the clergy, regular and secular. On the mysteries of faith he commences with these fine observations. " There is nothing beautiful, sweet, or grand in life, but in its mysteries. The sentiments which agitate us most strongly are enveloped in obscurity ; modesty, virtuous love, sincere frindship, have all their secrets, with which the world must not be made acquainted. Hearts which love understand each other by a word ; half of each is at all times open to the other. Innocence itself is but a holy ignorance, and the most ineffable of mysteries. Infancy is only happy, because it as yet knows nothing ; age miserable, because it has nothing more to learn. Happily for it, when the mysteries of life are ending, those of immortality commence. "If it is thus with the sentiments, it is as- suredly not less so with the virtues ; the most angelic are those which, emanating directly from the Deity, such as charity, love to with- draw themselves from all regards, as if fear- ful to betray their celestial origin. "If we turn to the understanding, we shall find that the pleasures of thought also have a certain connection with the mysterious. To what sciences do we unceasingly return 1 To those which always leave something still to be discovered, and fix our regards on a per- spective which is never to terminate. If we wander in the desert, a sort of instinct leads us to shun the plains where the eye embraces at once the whole circumference of nature, to plunge into forests, those forests the cradle of religion, whose shades and solitudes are filled with the recollections of prodigies, where the ravens and the doves nourished the prophets and fathers of the church. If we visit a modern monument, whose origin or destination is known, it excites no attention ; but if we meet on a desert isle, in the midst of the ocean, with a mutilated statue pointing to the \\-cst, with its pedestal covered with hieroglyphics, and worn by the winds, what a subject of meditation is presented to the traveller ! Every thing is concealed, every thing is hidden in the universe. Man himself is the greatest mystery of the whole. Whence comes the spark which we call existence, and in what obscurity is it to be extinguished 1 ? The Eter- nal has placed our birth, and our death, under the form of two veiled phantoms, at the two extremities of our career; the one produces the inconceivable gift of life, which the other is ever ready to devour. "It is not surprising, then, considering the passion of the human mind for the mysterious, that the religions of every country should have had their impenetrable secrets. God forbid ! that I should compare their mysteries to those of the true faith, or the unfathomable depths of the Sovereign in the heavens, to the changing obscurities of those gods which are the work of human hands. All that I observe is, that there is no religion without mysteries, and that it is they with the sacrifice which every where constitute the essence of the worship. God is the great secret of nature, the Deity was veiled in Egypt, and the Sphynx was seated at the entrance of his temples." I. 13, 14. On the three great sacraments of the Church, Baptism, Confession, and the Communion, he makes the following beautiful observations : "Baptism, the first of the sacraments which religion confers upon man, clothes him, in the words of the Apostle, with Jesus Christ. That sacrament reveals at once the corruption in which we were born, the agonizing pains which attended our birth, and the tribulations which follow us into the world; it tells us that our faults will descend upon our children, and that we are all jointly responsible; a terrible truth, which, if duly considered, would alone suffice to render the reign of virtue universal in the world. " Behold the infant in the midst of the waters of the Jordan ; the man of the wilderness pours the purifying stream on his head; the river of the Patriarchs, the camels on its banks, the Temple of Jerusalem, the cedars of Lebanon, seem to regard with interest the mighty spec- tacle. Behold in mortal life that infant near the sacred fountain ; a family filled with thank- fulness surround it; renounce in its name the sins of the world ; bestow on it with joy the name of its grandfather, which seems thus to become immortal, in its perpetual renova- tion by the fruits of love from generation to generation. Even now the father is im- patient to take his infant in his arms, to re- place it in its mother's bosom, who listens be- hind the curtains to all the thrilling sounds of the sacred ceremony. The whole family sur- round the maternal bed ; tears of joy, mingled with the transports of religion, fall from every eye ; the new name of the infant, the old name of its ancestor, is repeated by every mouth, and every one mingling the recollections of the past with the joys of the present, thinks that he sees the venerable grandfather revive B 14 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. in the new-born which has taken his name. Such is the domestic spectacle which through- out all the Christian world the sacrament of Baptism presents ; but religion, ever mingling lessons of duty with scenes of joy, shows us the son of kings clothed in purple, renouncing the grandeur of the world, at the same fountain where the child of the poor in rags abjures the pomps by which he will in all probability never be tempted. " Confession follows baptism ; and the Church, with that wisdom which it alone possesses, fixed the era of its commencement at that period when first the idea of crime can enter the infant mind, that is at seven years of age. All men, including the philosophers, how different soever their opinions maybe on other subjects, have regarded the sacrament of penitence as one of the strongest barriers against crime, and a chef-d'oeuvre of wisdom. What innumerable restitutions and repara- tions, says Rousseau, has confession caused to be made in Catholic countries ! According to Voltaire, ' Confession is an admirable inven- tion, a bridle to crime, discovered in the most remote antiquity, for confession was recognised in the celebration of all the ancient mysteries. We have adopted and sanctified that wise custom, and its effects have always been found to be admirable in inclining hearts, ulcerated by hatred, to forgiveness.' "But for that salutary institution, the guilty would give way to despair. In what bosom would he discharge the weight of his heart? In that of a friend Who can trust the friend- ships of the world 1 Shall he take the deserts fora confident 1 Alas! the deserts are ever filled to the ear of crime with those trumpets which the parricide Nero heard round the tomb of his mother. When men and nature are unpitiable, it is indeed consolatory to find a Deity inclined to pardon; but it belongs only to the Christian religion to have made twin sisters of Innocence and Repentance. " In fine, the Communion presents instruc- tive ceremony; it teaches morality, for we must be pure to approach it ; it is the offering of the fruits of the earth to the Creator, and it recalls the sublime and touching history of the Son of Man. Blended with the recollection of Easter, and of the first covenant of God with man, the origin of the communion is lost in the obscurity of an infant world; it is related to our first ideas of religion and society, and recalls the pristine equality of the human race ; in fine, it perpetuates the recollection of our primeval fall, of our redemption, and re- acceptance by God." I. 3046. These and similar passages, not merely in this work, which professes to be of a popular cast, but in others of the highest class of Catholic divinity, suggest an idea which, the more we extend our reading, the more we shall find to be just, viz., that in the greater and purer writers on religion, of whatever church or age, the leading doctrines are nearly the same, and that the differences which divide their followers, and distract the world, are seldom, on any material or important points, to be met with in writers of a superior caste. Chateaubriand is a faithful, and in some re- spects, perhaps, a bigoted, Catholic ; yet there is hardly a word here, or in any other part of his writings on religion, to which a Christian in any country may not subscribe, and which is not calculated in all ages and places to for- ward the great work of the purification and improvement of the human heart. Travellers have often observed, that in a certain rank in all countries manners are the same; naturalists know, that at a certain elevation above the sea in all latitudes, we meet with the same vegetable productions; and philosophers have often remarked, that in the highest class of in- tellects, opinions on almost every subject in all ages and places are the same. A similar uniformity may be observed in the principles of the greatest writers of the world on religion: and while the inferior followers of their dif- ferent tenets branch out into endless divisions, and indulge in sectarian rancour, in the more lofty regions of intellect the principles are substantially the same, and the objects of all identical. So small a proportion do all the disputed points in theology bear to the great objects of religion, love to God, charity to man, and the subjugation of human passion. On the subject of marriage, and the reasons for its indissolubility, our author presents us with the following beautiful observations : " Habit and a long life together are more necessary to happiness, and even to love, than is generally imagined. No one is happy with the object of his attachment until he has passed, many days, and above all, many days of mis- fortune, with her. The married pair must know each other to the bottom of their souls ; the mysterious veil which covered the two spouses in the primitive church, must be raised in its inmos't folds, how closely soever it may be kept drawn to the rest of the world. " What ! on account of a fit of caprice, or a burst of passion, am I to be exposed to the fear of losing my wife and my children, and to renounce the hope of passing my declining days with theml Let no one imagine that fear will make me become a better husband. No ; we do not attach ourselves to a posses- sion of which we are not secure ; we do not love a property which we are in danger of losing. " We must not give to Hymen the wings of Love, nor make of a sacred reality a fleeting phantom. One thing is alone sufficient to de- stroy your happiness in such transient unions ; you will constantly compare one to the other, the wife you have lost to the one you have gained ; and do not deceive yourself, the balance will always incline to the past, for so God has constructed the human heart. This distraction of a sentiment which should be indivisible will empoison all your joys. When you caress your new infant, you will think of the smiles of the one you have lost; when you press your wife to your bosom, your heart will tell you that she is not the first. Every thing in man tends to unity; he is no longer happy when he is divided, and, like God, who made him in his image, his soul seeks incessantly to concentrate into one point the past, the pre- sent, and the future. " The wife of a Christian is not a simple CHATEAUBRIAND. 15 mortal: she is a mysterious angelic being: the flesh of the flesh, the blood of the blood of her husband. Man, in uniting himself to her, does nothing but regain part of the substance which he has lost. His soul as well as his body are incomplete without his wife : he has strength, she has beauty ; he combats the enemy and labours the fields, but he under- stands nothing of domestic life; his companion is awanting to prepare his repast and sweeten his existence. He has his crosses, and the partner of his couch is there to soften them : his days may be sad and troubled, but in the chaste arms of his wife he finds comfort and repose. Without woman man would be rude, gross, and solitary. Woman spreads around him the flowers of existence, as the creepers of the forests which decorate the trunks of sturdy oaks with their perfumed garlands. Finally, the Christian pair live and die united: together they rear the fruits of their union; in the dust they lie side by side ; and they are reunited beyond the limits of the tomb." I. 78, 79. The extreme unction of the Catholic Church is described in these touching words : "Come and behold the most moving spec- tacle which the world can exhibit the death of the faithful. The dying Christian is no longer a man of this world; he belongs no farther to his country; all his relations with society have ceased. For him the calculations of time are closed, and the great era of eternity has commenced. A priest seated beside his bed pours the consolations of religion into his dying ear : the holy minister converses with the expiring penitent on the immortality of the soul; and that sublime scene which antiquity presented but once in the death of the greatest of her philosophers, is renewed every day at the couch where the humblest of the Christians expires. "At length the supreme moment arrives: one sacrament has opened the gates of the world, another is about to close them ; religion rocked the cradle of existence; its sweet strains and its maternal hand will lull it to sleep in the arms of death. It prepares the baptism of a second existence ; but it is no longer with water, but oil, the emblem of celestial incorruption. The liberating sacra- ment dissolves, one by one, the chords which attach the faithful to this world : the soul, half escaped from its earthly prison, is almost visi- ble to the senses, in the smile which plays around his lips. Already he hears the music of the seraphims ; already he longs to fly to those regions, where hope divine, daughter of virtue and death, beckons him to approach. At length the angel of peace, descending from the heavens, touches with his golden sceptre his wearied eyelids, and closes them in deli- cious repose to the light. He dies: and so sweet has been his departure, that no one has heard his last sigh; and his friends, long after he is no more, preserve silence round his couch, still thinking that he slept ; so like the sleep of infancy is the death of the just." I. 6971. It is against pride, as every one knows, that the chief efforts of the Catholic Church have always been directed, because they con- sider it as the source of all other crime. Whether this is a just view may, perhaps, be doubted, to the extent at least that they carry it ; but there can be but one opinion as to the eloquence of the apology which Chateaubriand makes for this selection. "In the virtues preferred by Christianity, we perceive the same knowledge of human nature. Before the coming of Christ, the soul of man was a chaos ; but no sooner was the word heard, than all the elements arranged themselves in the moral world, as at the same divine inspiration they had produced the mar- vels of material creation. The virtues ascended like pure fires into the heavens; some, like brilliant suns, attracted the regards by their resplendent light; others, more modest, sought the shade, where nevertheless their lustre could not be concealed. From that moment an admirable balance was established between the forces and the weaknesses of existence. Religion directed its thunders against pride, the vice which is nourished by the virtues ; it discovers it in the inmost recesses of the heart, and follows it out in all its metamorphoses ; the sacraments in a holy legion march against it, while humility, clothed in sackcloth and ashes, its eyes downcast and bathed in tears, becomes one of the chief virtues of the faith- ful." I. 74. On the tendency of all the fables concerning creation to remount to one general and eternal truth, our author presents the following reflec- tions : " After this exposition of the dreams of philosophy, it may seem useless to speak of the fancy of the poets. Who does not know Deucalion and Pyrrha, the age of gold and of iron 1 What innumerable traditions are scat- tered through the earth ! In India, an elephant sustains the globe ; the sun in Peru has brought forth all the marvels of existence; in Canada, the Great Spirit is the father of the world ; in Greenland, man has emerged from an egg; in fine, Scandinavia has beheld the birth of Askur and Emla; Odin has poured in the breath of life, Hoenerus reason, and Loedur blood and beauty. ' Askum et Emlam omni conatu destitutes Animam nee possidebant, rationem nee habebant Nee sanguinem, nee sermonem, nee t'aciem venustam, Animam dedit Odinus, rationem dedit Hoenerus, Loedur sanguinem addidit et faciem venustam.' " In these various traditions, we find our- selves placed between the stories of children and the abstractions of philosophers ; if we were obliged to choose, it were better to take the first. "But to discover the original of the picture in the midst of so many copies, we must recur to that which, by its unity and the perfection of its parts, unfolds the genius of a master. It is that which we find in Genesis, the original of all those pictures which we see reproduced in so many different traditions. What can be at once more natural and more magnificent, more easy to conceive, and more in unison with human reason, than the Creator descend- ing amidst the night of ages to create light by a word 1 In an instant, the sun is seen sus- pended in the heavens, in the midst of an im- IB ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. mense azure vault; with invisible bonds he envelopes the planets, and whirls them round his burning axle; the sea and the forests ap- pear on the globe, and their earliest voices arise to announce to the universe that great marriage, of which God is the priest, the earth the nuptial couch, and the human race the posterity." I. 97, 98. On the appearance of age on the globe, and its first aspect when fresh from the hands of the Creator, the author presents an hypothesis more in unison with the imagination of a poet than the observations of a philosopher, on the gradual formation of all objects destined for a long endurance. He supposes that every thing was at once created as we now see it. " It is probable that the Author of nature planted at once aged forests and their youthful progeny ; that animals arose at the same time, some full of years, others buoyant with the vigour and adorned with the grace of youth. The oaks, while they pierced with their roots the fruitful earth, without doubt bore at once the old nests of rooks, and the young progeny of doves. At once grew a chrysalis and a butterfly; the insect bounded on the grass, suspended its golden egg in the forests, or trembled in the undulations of the air. The bee, which had not yet lived a morning, already counted the generations of flowers by its ambrosia the sheep was not without its lamb, the doe without its fawns. The thickets already contained the nightingale, astonished at the melody of their first airs, as they poured forth the new-born effusion of their infant loves. " Had the world not arisen at once young and old, the grand, the serious, the impressive, would have disappeared from nature ; for all these sentiments depend for their very essence on ancient things. The marvels of existence would have been unknown. The ruined rock would not have hung over the abyss beneath ; the woods would not have exhibited that splendid variety of trunks bending under the weight of years, of trees hanging over the bed of streams. The inspired thoughts, the vene- rated sounds, the magic voices, the sacred hor- ror of the forests, would have vanished with the vaults which serve for their retreats ; and the solitudes of earth and heaven would have remained naked and disenchanted in losing the columns of oaks which united them. On the first day when the ocean dashed against the shore, he bathed, be assured, sands bearing all the marks of the action of his waves for ages ; cliffs strewed with the eggs of innumerable sea- fowl, and rugged capes which sustained against the waters the crumbling shores of the earth. " Without that primeval age, there would have been neither pomp nor majesty in the work of the Most High; and, contrary to all our conceptions, nature in the innocence of man would have been less beautiful than it is now in the days of his corruption. An insipid childhood of plants, of animals, of elements, would have covered the earth, without the poetical feelings, which now constitute its principal charm. But God was not so feeble a designer of the grove of Eden as the incredu- lous would lead us to believe. Man, the sove- reign of nature, was born at thirty years of age, in order that his powers should correspond with the full-grown magnificence of his new empire, while his consort, doubtless, had already passed her sixteenth spring, though yet in the slumber of nonentity, that she might be in harmony with the flowers, the birds, the innocence, the love, the beauty of the youthful part of the universe." I. 137, 138. In the rhythm of prose these are the colours of poetry, but still this was not to all appear- ance the order of creation ; and here, as in many other instances, it will be found that the deductions of experience present conclusions more sublime than the most fervid imagina- tion has been able to conceive. Every thing announces that the great works of nature are carried on by slow and insensible gradations ; continents, the abode of millions, are formed by the confluence of innumerable rills; vege- tation, commencing with the lichen and the moss, rises at length into the riches and magni- ficence of the forest. Patient analysis, philo- sophical discovery, have now taught us that it was by the same slow progress that the great work of creation was accomplished. The fos- sil remains of antediluvian ages have laid open the primeval works of nature; the long period which elapsed before the creation of man, the vegetables which then covered the earth, the animals which sported amidst its watery wastes, the life which first succeeded to chaos, all stand revealed. To the astonishment of man- kind, the order of creation, unfolded in Genesis, is proved by the contents of the earth beneath every part of its surface to be precisely that which has actually been followed; the days of the Creator's workmanship turn out to be the days of the Most High, not of his uncreated subjects, and to t correspond to ages of our ephemeral existence ; and the great sabbath of the earth took place, not, as we imagined, when the sixth sun had set after the first morn- ing had beamed, but when the sixth period had expired, devoted by Omnipotence to the mighty undertaking. God then rested from his labours, because the great changes of matter, and the successive production and annihilation of dif- ferent kinds of animated existence, ceased ; creation assumed a settled form, and laws came into operation destined for indefinite en- durance. Chateaubriand said truly, that to man, when he first opened his eyes on paradise, nature appeared with all the majesty of age as well as all the freshness of youth; but it was not in a week, but during a series of ages, that the magnificent spectacle had been assembled ; and for the undying delight of his progeny, in all future years, the powers of nature for count- less time had been already exerted. The fifth book of the Genie de Christianisme treats of the proofs of the existence of God, derived from the wonders of material nature in other words, of the splendid subject of natural theology. On such a subject, the ob- servations of a mind so stored with knowledge, and gifted with such powers of eloquence, may be expected to be something of extraordinary excellence. Though the part of his work, ac- cordingly, which treats of this subject, is neces- sarily circumscribed, from the multitude of others with which it is overwhelmed, it is of CHATEAUBRIAND. surpassing beauty, and superior in point of description to any thing which has been pro duced on the same subject by the genius of Britain. " There is a God ! The herbs of the valley the cedars of the mountain, bless him the in- sect sports in his beams the elephant salutes him with the rising orb of the day the bird sings him in the foliage the thunder pro- claims him in the heavens the ocean declares his immensity man alone has said, 'There is no God !' " Unite in thought, at the same instant, the most beautiful objects in nature ; suppose that you see at once all the hours of the day, and all the seasons of the year; a morning of spring and a morning of autumn ; a night be- spangled with stars, and a night covered with clouds ; meadows enamelled with flowers, forests hoary with snow; fields gilded by the tints of autumn ; then alone you will have a just conception of the universe. While you are gazing on that sun which is plunging under the vault of the west, another observer admires him emerging from the gilded gates of the east. By what unconceivable magic does that aged star, which is sinking fatigued and burning in the shades of the evening, reappear at the same instant fresh and humid with the rosy dew of the morning 1 ? At every instant of the day the glorious orb is at once rising resplendent at noonday, and setting in the west; or rather our senses deceive us, and there is, properly speaking, no east, or south, or west in the world. Every thing reduces itself to one single point, from whence the King of Day sends forth at once a triple light in one single substance. The bright splendour is perhaps that which nature can present that is most beautiful ; for while it gives us an idea of the perpetual magnificence and resistless power of God, it exhibits, at the same time, a shining image of the glorious Trinity." The instincts of animals, and their adapta- tion to the wants of their existence, have long furnished one of the most interesting subjects of study to the naturalist, and of meditation to the devout observer of creation. Chateau- briand has painted, with his usual descriptive powers, one of the most familiar of these ex- amples " What ingenious springs move the feet of a bird? It is not by a contraction of muscles dependent on his will that he maintains him- self firm upon a branch ; his foot is constructed in such a way that when it is pressed in the centre, the toes close of their own accord upon the body which supports it. It results from this mechanism, that the talons of the bird grasp more or less firmly the object on which it has alighted, in proportion to the agitation, more or less violent, which it has received. Thus, when we see at the approach of night during winter the crows perched on the scathed summit of an aged oak, we sup- pose that, watchful and attentive, they main- tain their place with pain during the rocking of the winds; and yet, heedless of danger, and mocking the tempest, the winds only bring them profouncler slumber; the blasts of the north attach them more firmly to the branch, 3 from whence weej^ry instant expect to see them precipitates and like the old seaman, whose hammock is Misnriided to the roof of his vessel, the more lie is tossed by the winds, the more profound is his repose." I. 147, 148. "Amidst the different instincts which the Sovereign of the universe has implanted in nature, one of the most wonderful is that which every year brings the fish of the pole to our temperate region. They come, without once mistaking their way, through the solitude of the ocean, to reach, on a fixed day, the stream where their hymen is to be celebrated. The spring prepares on our shores their nuptial pomp; it covers the willows with verdure, it spreads beds of moss in the waves to serve for curtains to its crystal couches. Hardly are these preparations completed when the enamelled legions appear; the animated navi- gators enliven our coasts ; some spring aloft from the surface of the waters, others balance themselves on the waves, or diverge from a common centre like innumerable flashes of gold ; these dart obliquely their shining bodies athwart the azure fluid, while they sleep in the rays of the sun, which penetrates beneath, the dancing surface of the waves. All, sport- ing in the joys of existence, meander, return, wheel about, dash across, form in squadron, separate, and reunite; and the inhabitant of the seas, inspired by a breath of existence, pursues with bounding movements its mate, by the line of fire which is reflected from her in the stream." I. 152, 153. Chateaubriand's mind is full not only of the images but the sounds which attest the reign of animated nature. Equally familiar with those of the desert and of the cultivated plain, he has had his susceptibility alike open in both to the impressions which arise to a pious observer from their contemplation. " There is a law in nature relative to the cries of animals, which has not been sufficient- ly observed, and deserves to be so. The dif- ferent sounds of the inhabitants of the desert are calculated according to the grandeur or the sweetness of the scene where they arise, and the hour of the day when they are heard. The roaring of the lion, loud, rough, and tre- mendous, is in unison with the desert scenes n which it is heard ; while the lowing of the oxen diffuses a pleasing calm through our valleys. The goat has something trembling and savage in its cry, like the rocks and ravines from which it loves to suspend itself. The war-horse imitates the notes of the trumpet that animates him to the charge, and, as if he ielt that he was not made for degrading em- ployments, he is silent under the spur of the abourer, and neighs under the rein of the warrior. The night, by turns charming or sombre, is enlivened by the nightingale or saddened by the owl the one sings for the zephyrs, the groves, the moon, the soul of lovers the other for the winds, the forests, the darkness, and the dead. Finally, all the ani- mals which live on others have a peculiar cry by which they may be distinguished by the creatures which are destined to be their prey." I. 156. The making of birds' nests is one of the 18 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. most common objects of observation. Listen to the reflections of genius and poetry on this beautiful subject. "The admirable wisdom of Providence is nowhere more conspicuous than in the nests of birds. It is impossible to contemplate, with- out emotion, the Divine goodness which thus gives industry to the weak, and foresight to the thoughtless. " No sooner have the trees put forth their leaves, than a thousand little workmen com- mence their labours. Some bring long pieces of straw into the hole of an old wall ; others affix their edifice to the windows of a church ; these steal a hair from the mane of a horse ; those bear away, with wings trembling beneath its weight, the fragment of wool which a lamb has left entangled in the briers. A thousand palaces at once arise, and every palace is a nest ; within every nest is soon to be seen a charming metamorphosis; first, a beautiful egg, then a little one covered with down. The little nestling soon feels his wings begin to grow ; his mother teaches him to raise himself on his bed of repose. Soon he takes courage enough to approach the edge of the nest, and casts a first look on the works of nature. Terrified and enchanted at the sight, he pre- cipitates himself amidst his brothers and sisters who have never as yet seen that spectacle ; but recalled a second time from his couch, the young king of the air, who still has the crown of infancy on his head, ventures to contemplate the boundless heavens, the waving summit of the pine-trees, and the vast labyrinth of fo- liage which lies beneath his feet. And, at the moment that the forests are rejoicing at the sight of their new inmate, an aged bird, who feels himself abandoned by his wings, quietly rests beside a stream ; there, resigned and solitary, he tranquilly awaits death, on the banks of the same river where he sung his first loves, and whose trees still bear his nest and his melodious offspring." I. 158. The subject of the migration of the feathered tribes furnishes this attentive observer of na- ture with many beautiful images. We have room only for the following extract: "In the first ages of the world, it was by the flowering of plants, the fall of the leaves, the departure and the arrival of birds, that the labourers and the shepherds regulated their labours. Thence has sprung the art of divina- tion among certain people ; they imagined that the birds which were sure to precede certain changes of the season or atmosphere, could not but be inspired by the Deity. The ancient naturalists, and the poets, to whom we are indebted for the few remains of simplicity which still linger amongst us, show us how marvellous was that manner of counting by the changes ,of nature, and what a charm it spread over the whole of existence. God is a profound secret. Man, created in his image, is equally incomprehensible. It was therefore an ineffable harmony to see the periods of his existence regulated by measures of time as harmonious as himself. "Beneath the tents of Jacob or of Boaz, the arrival of a bird put every thing in movement; the Patriarch made the circuit of the camp at. the head of his followers, armed with scythes. If the report was spread, that the young of the swallows had been seen wheeling about, the whole people joyfully commenced their harvest. These beautiful signs, while they directed the labours of the present, had the advantage of foretelling the vicissitudes of the approaching season. If the geese and swans arrived in abundance, it was known that the winter would be snow. Did the redbreast begin to build its nest in January, the shepherds hoped in April for the roses of May. The marriage of a virgin on the margin of a fountain, was i represented by the first opening of the bud of j the rose ; and the death of the aged, who usual- i ly drop off in autumn, by the falling of leaves, j or the maturity of the harvests. While the philosopher, abridging or elongating the year, extended the winter over the verdure of spring, the peasant felt no alarm that the astronomer, who came to him from heaven, would be wrong in his calculations. He knew that the nightingale would not take the season of hoar j frost for that of flowers, or make the groves i resound at the winter solstice with the songs of summer. Thus, the cares, the joys, the pleasures of the rural life were determined, not by the uncertain calendar of the learned, but the infallible signs of Him \vho traced his path to the sun. That sovereign regulator wished himself that the rites of his worship should be determined by the epochs fixed by his works ; and in those days of innocence, according to the seasons and the labours they required, it was the voice of the zephyr or of the tempest, of the eagle or the dove, which called the worshipper to the temple of his Creator." I. 17L Let no one exclaim, what have these descrip- tions to do with the spirit of Christianity 7 Gray thought otherwise, when he wrote the sublime lines on visiting the Grande Char- treuse. Buchanan thought otherwise, when, in his exquisite Ode to May, he supposed the first zephyrs of spring to blow over the islands of the just. The work of Chateaubriand, it is to be recollected, is not merely an exposition of the doctrines, spirit, or precepts of Chris- tianity; 'it is intended expressly to allure, by the charms which it exhibits, the man of the world, an unbelieving and volatile generation, to the feelings of devotion; it is meant to com- bine . all that is delightful or lovely in the works of nature, with all that is sublime or elevating in the revelations of religion. In his eloquent pages, therefore, we find united the Natural Theology of Paley, the Contemplations of Taylor, and the Analogy of Butler ; and if the theologians will look in vain for the weighty arguments by which the English divines have established the foundation of their faith, men of ordinary education will find even more to entrance and subdue their minds. Among the proofs of the immortality of the soul, our author, with all others who have thought upon the subject, classes the obvious disproportion between the desires and capacity of the soul, and the limits of its acquisitions and enjoyments in this world. In the follow- ing passage this argument is placed in its just colours. CHATEAUBRIAND. 19 "If it is impossible to deny, that the hope of man continues to the edge of the grave if it be true, that the advantages of this world, so far from satisfying our wishes, tend only to augment the want which the soul experiences, and dig deeper the abyss which it contains within itself, we must conclude that there is something beyond the limits of time. 'Vin- cula hujus mundi, says St. Augustin, 'asperi- tatem habent veram, jucunditatera falsam, certum dolorem, incertam voluptatem, durum laborem, timidam quietem, rern plenam mise rise, spem beatitudinis inanem.' Far from lamenting that the desire for felicity has been planted in this world, and its ultimate gratifica- tion only in another, let us discern in that only an additional proof of the goodness of God. Since sooner or later we must quit this world, Providence has placed beyond its limits a charm, which is felt as an attraction to dimin- ish the terrors of the tomb; as a kind mother, when wishing to make her infant cross a bar- rier, places some agreeable object on the other side." I. 210. "Finally, there is another proof of the im mortality of the soul, which has not been suf- ficiently insisted on, and that is the universal veneration of mankind for the tomb. There, by an invincible charm, life is attached to death, there the human race declares itself superior to the rest of creation, and proclaims aloud its lofty destinies. What animal regards its coffin, or disquiets itself about the ashes of its fathers 1 Which one has any regard for the bones of its father, or even knows its father, after the first necessities of infancy are passed ? Whence comes then the all-power- ful idea which we entertain of death 1 Do a few grains of dust merit so much considera- tion ? No ; without doubt we respect the bones of our fathers, because an inward voice tells us that all is not lost with them; and that is the voice which has everywhere conse- crated the funeral service throughout the world ; all are equally persuaded that the sleep is not eternal, even in the tomb, and that death itself is but a glorious transfiguration." I. 217. To the objection, that if the idea of God is innate, it must appear in children without any education, which is not generally the case, Chateaubriand replies : " God being a spirit, and it being impossible that he should be understood but by a spirit, an infant, in whom -the powers of thought are not as yet developed, cannot form a proper conception of the Supreme Being. We must not expect from the heart its noblest function, when the marvellous fabric is as yet in the hands of its Creator. " Besides, there seems reason to believe that a child has, at least, a sort of instinct of its Creator ; witness only its little reveries, its disquietudes, its fears in the night, its disposi- tion to raise its eyes to heaven. An infant joins together its little hands and repeats after its mother a prayer to the good God. Why does that little angel lisp with so much love and purity the name of the Supreme Being, if it has no inward consciousness of its existence in its heart? "Behold that new-born infant, which the | nurse still carries under her arms. W T hat has it done to give so much joy to that old man, to that man in the prime of life, to that woman 1 Two or three syllables half-formed, which no one rightly understands, and instantly three reasonable creatures are transported with de- light, from the grandfather, to whom all that life contains is known, to the young mother, to whom the greater part of it is as yet un- revealed. Who has put that power into the word of man ? How does it happen that the sound of a human voice subjugates so instan- taneously the human heart 1 What subjugates you is something allied to a mystery, which depends on causes more elevated than the in- terest, how strong soever, which you take in that infant: something tells you that these in- articulate words are the first openings of an immortal soul." I. 224. There is a subject on which human genius can hardly dare to touch, the future felicity of the just. Our author thus treats this delicate subject : "The purest of sentiments in this world is admiration ; but every earthly admiration is mingled with weakness, either in the object it admires, or in that admiring. Imagine, then, a perfect being, which perceives at once all that is, and has, and will be ; suppose that soul exempt from envy and all the weaknesses of life, incprruptible, indefatigable, unalterable ; conceive it contemplating without ceasing the Most High, discovering incessantly new per- fections ; feeling existence only from the re- newed sentiment of that admiration ; conceive God as the sovereign beauty, the universal principle of love ; figure all the attachments of earth blending in that abyss of feeling, without ceasing to love the objects of affection on this earth; imagine, finally, that the inmate of heaven has the conviction that this felicity is never to end, and you will have an idea, feeble and imperfect indeed, of the felicity of the just. They are plunged in this abyss of delight, as in an ocean from which they can- not emerge: they wish nothing; they have every thing, though desiring nothing; an eternal youth, a felicity without end; a glory divine is expressed in their countenances ; a sweet, noble, and majestic joy; it is a sublime feeling of truth and virtue which transports them ; at every instant they experience the same rapture as a mother who regains a be- loved child whom she believed lost; and that exquisite joy, loo fleeting on earth, is there prolonged through the ages of eternity. I. 241. We intended to have gone through in this paper the whole Genie de Christianisme, and we have only concluded the first volume, so prolific of beauty are its pages. We make no apology for the length of the quotations, which have so much extended the limits of this article ; any observations would be inexcusable which should abridge passages of such transcendent beauty. "The Itineraire de Paris a Jerusalem," is an account of the author's journey in 180G, from Paris to Greece, Constantinople, Pales- tine, Egypt and Carthage. This work is not so much a book of travels as memoirs of the feelings and impressions of the author during ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. a journey over tne shores of the Mediterranean ; the cradle, as Dr. Johnson observed, of all that dignifies and has blest human nature, of our laws, our religion, and our civilization. It may readily be anticipated that the observa- tions of such a man, in such scenes, must con- tain much that is interesting and delightful: our readers may prepare themselves for a high gratification ; it is seldom that they have such an intellectual feast laid before them. We have translated the passages, both because there is no English version with which we are acquainted of this work, and because the trans- lations which usually appear of French authors are executed in so slovenly a style. On his first night amidst the ruins of Sparta, our author gives the following interesting ac- count: " After supper Joseph brought me my saddle, which usually served for my pillow. I wrap- ped myself in my cloak, and slept on the banks of the Eurotas under a laurel. The night was so clear and serene, that the milky way formed a resplendent arch, reflected in the waters of the river, and by the light of which I could read. I slept with my eyes turned towards the heavens, and with the constellation of the Swan of Leda directly above my head. Even at this distance of time I recollect the pleasure I experienced in sleeping thus in the woods of America, and still more in awakening in the middle of the night. I there heard the sound of the wind rustling through those pro- found solitudes, the cry of the stag and the deer, the fall of a distant cataract, while the fire at my feet, half-extinguished, reddened from below the foliage of the forest. I even experienced a pleasure from the voice of the Iroquois, when he uttered his cry in the midst of the untrodden woods, and by the light of the stars, amidst the silence of nature, pro- claimed his unfettered freedom. Emotions such as these please at twenty years of age, because life is then so full of vigour that it suffices as it were for itself, and because there is some- thing in early youth which incessantly urges towards the mysterious and the unknown; ipsi sibi somnia fingunt ; but in a more mature age the mind reverts to more imperishable emotions; it inclines, most of all, to the re- collections and the examples of history. I would still sleep willingly on the banks of the Eurotas and the Jordan, if the shades of the three hun- dred Spartans, or of the twelve sons of Jacob, were to visit my dreams ; but I would no longer set out to visit lands which have never been explored by the plough. I now feel the desire for those old deserts which shroud the walls of Babylon or the legions of Pharsalia; fields of which the furrows are engraven on human thought, and where I may find man as I am, the blood, the tears, and the labours of man." I. 86, 87. From Laconia our author directed his steps by the isthmus of Corinth to Athens. Of his first feelings in the ancient cradle of taste and genius he gives the following beautiful de- scription: " Overwhelmed with fatigue, I slept for some time without interruption, when I was at length awakened by the sound of Turkish music, proceeding from the summits of the Propylenm. At the same moment a Mussulman priest from one of the mosques called the faithful to pray in the city of Minerva. I cannot describe what I felt at the sound ; that Iman had no need to remind one of the lapse of time ; his voice alone in these scenes announced the revolution of ages. " This fluctuation in human affairs is the more remarkable from the contrast which it affords to the unchangeableness of nature. As if to insult the instability of human affairs, the animals and the birds experience no change in their empires, nor alterations in their habits. I saw, when sitting on the hill of the Muses, the storks form themselves into a wedge, and wing their flight towards the shores of Africa. For two thousand years they have made the ame voyage they have remained free and happy in the city of Solon, as in that of the chief of the black eunuchs. From the height of their nests, which the revolutions below have not been able to reach, they have seen the races of men disappear ; while impious generations have arisen on the tombs of their religious parents, the young stork has never ceased to nourish its aged parent. I involun- tarily fell into these reflections, for the stork is the friend of the traveller: 'it knows the seasons of heaven.' These birds were fre- quently my companions in the solitudes of America : I have often seen them perched on the wigwams of the savage ; and when I saw them rise from another species of desert, from the ruins of the Parthenon, I could not avoid feeling a companion in the desolation of empires. " The first thing which strikes a traveller in the monuments of Athens, is their lovely colour. In our climate, where the heavens are charged with smoke and rain, the whitest stone soon becomes tinged with black and green. It is not thus with the atmosphere of the city of Theseus. The clear sky and bril- liant sun of Greece have shed over the marble of Paros and Pentilicus a golden hue, com- parable only to the finest and most fleeting tints of autumn. " Before I saw these splendid remains I had fallen into the ordinary error concerning them. I conceived they were perfect in their details, but that they wanted grandeur. But the first glance at the originals is sufficient to show that the genius of the architects has supplied in the magnitude of proportion what was wanting in size; and Athens is accordingly filled with stupendous edifices. The Athenians, a people far from rich, few in number, have succeeded in moving gigantic masses ; the blocks of stone in the Pnyx and the Propyleum are literally quarters of rock. The slabs which stretch from pillar to pillar are of enormous dimensions : the columns of the Temple of Jupiter Olympius are above sixty feet in height, and the walls of Athens, including those which stretched to the Piraeus, extended over nine leagues, and were so broad that two chariots could drive on them abreast. The Romans never ereeted more extensive fortifications. " By what strange fatality has it happened that the chefs d'ceuvre of antiquity, which the moderns go so far to admire, have owed their CHATEAUBRIAND. 21 destruction chiefly to the moderns themselves ? The Parthenon was entire in 1687; the Chris- tians at first converted it into a church, and the Turks into a mosque. The Venetians, in the middle of the light of the seventeenth century, bombarded the Acropolis with red-hot shot; a shell fell on the Parthenon, pierced the roof, communicated to a few barrels of powder, and blew into the air great part of the edifice, which did less honour to the gods of antiquity than the genius of man. No sooner was the town captured, than Morosini, in the design of embellishing Venice with its spoils, took down the statues from the frortt of the Temple ; and another modern has completed, from love for the arts, that which the Venetian had begun. The invention of fire-arms has been fatal to the monuments of antiquity. Had the bar- barians been acquainted with the use of gun- powder, not a Greek or Roman edifice would have survived their invasion; they would have blown up even the Pyramids in the search for hidden treasures. One year of war in our times will destroy more than a century of combats among the ancients. Every thing among the moderns seems opposed to the per- fection of art ; their country, their manners, their dress ; even their discoveries." 1. 136, 145. These observations are perfectly well found- ed. No one can have visited the Grecian monu- ments on the shores of the Mediterranean, without perceiving that they were thoroughly masters of an element of grandeur, hitherto but little understood among the moderns, that arising from gigantic masses of stone. The feeling of sublimity which they produce is in- describable : it equals that of Gothic edifices of a thousand times the size. Every traveller must have felt this upon looking at the im- mense masses which rise in solitary magnifi- cence on the plains at Stonehenge. The great block in the tomb of Agamemnon at Argos ; those in the Cyclopean Walls of Volterra, and in the ruins of Agrigentum in Sicily, strike the beholder with a degree of astonishment, bordering on awe. To have moved such enormous masses seems the work of a race of mortals superior in thought and power to this degenerate age; it is impossible, in visiting them, to avoid the feeling that you are beholding the work of giants. It is to this cause, we are persuaded, that the extraordina- ry impression produced by the pyramids, and all the works of the Cyclopean age in archi- tecture, is to be ascribed ; and as it is an element of sublimity within the reach of all who have considerable funds at their com- mand, it is earnestly to be hoped that it will not be overlooked by our architects. Strange that so powerful an ingredient in the sublime should have been lost sight of in proportion to the ability of the age to produce it, and that the monuments raised in the infancy of the mechanical art, should still be those in which alone it is to be seen to perfection ! We willingly translate the description of the unrivalled scene viewed from the Acropolis by the same poetical hand ; a description so glowing, and yet so true, that it almost recalls, after the lapse of years, the fading tints of the original on the memory. "To understand the view from the Acropolis, you must figure to yourself all the plain at its foot ; bare and clothed in a dusky heath, inter- sected here and there by woods of olives, squares of barley, and ridges of vines ; you must conceive the heads of columns, and the ends of ancient ruins, emerging from the midst of that cultivation ; Albanian women washing their clothes at the fountain or the scanty streams ; peasants leading their asses, laden with provisions, into the modern city : those ruins so celebrated, those isles, those seas, whose names are engraven on the memory, illumined by a resplendent light. I have seen from the rock of the Acropolis the sun rise between the two summits of Mount Hymettus : the ravens, which nestle round the citadel, but never fly over its summit, floating in the air beneath, their glossy wings reflecting the rosy tints of the morning: columns of light smoke ascending from the villages on the sides of the neighbouring mountains marked the colonies of bees on the far-famed Hymettus ; and the ruins of the Parthenon were illuminated by the finest tints of pink and violet. The sculp- tures of Phidias, struck by a horizontal ray of gold, seemed to start from their marbled bed by the depth and mobility of their shadows : in the distance, the sea and the Piraeus were resplendent with light, while on the verge of the western horizon, the citadel of Corinth, glittering in the rays of the rising sun, shone like a rock of purple and fire." I. 149. These are the colours of poetry; but beside this brilliant passage of French description, we willingly place the equally correct and still more thrilling lines of our own poet. " Slow sinks more beauteous ere his race be run Along Morea's hills the setting sun, Not as in northern clime obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light; O'er the hushed deep the yellow beams he throws, Gilds the ereen wave that trembles as it glows ; On old jDgina's rock and Idra's isle, The God of Gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine ; Descending fast, the mountain shadows kiss Thy gloriows gulf, unconquer'd Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse, More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course and own the hues of heaven, Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep." The columns of the temple of Jupiter Olym- pius produced the same effects on the enthu- siastic mind of Chateaubriand as they do on every traveller : But he has added some re- flections highly descriptive of the peculiar turn of his mind. " At length we came to the great isolated columns placed in the quarter which is called the city of Adrian. On a portion of the archi- trave which unites two of the columns, is to be seen a piece of masonry, once the abode of a hermit. It is impossible to conceive how that building, which is still entire, could have been erected on the summit of one of these prodigious columns, whose height is above sixty feet. Thus this vast temple, at which the Athenians toiled for seven centuries, which all the kings of Asia laboured to finish, which Adrian, the ruler of the world, had first the glory to complete, has sunk under the hand of ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. time, and the cell of a hermit has remained undecayed on its ruins. A miserable cabin is borne aloft on two columns of marble, as if fortune had wished to exhibit, on that magni- ficent pedestal, a monument of its triumph and its caprice. "These columns, though twenty feet higher than those of the Parthenon, are far from pos- sessing their beauty. The degeneracy of taste is apparent in their construction ; but isolated and dispersed as they are, on a naked and desert plain, their effect is imposing in the highest degree. I stopped at their feet to hear the wind whistle through the Corinthian foliage on their summits: like the solitary palms which rise here and there amidst the ruins of Alexandria. When the Turks are threatened by any calamity, they bring a lamb into this place, and constrain it to bleat, with its face turned to heaven. Being unable to find the voice of innocence among men, the}'- have re- course to the new-born lamb to mitigate the anger of heaven." I. 152, 153. He followed the footsteps of Chandler along the Long Walls to the Piraeus, and found that profound solitude in that once busy and ani- mated scene, which is felt to be so impressive by every traveller. "If Chandler was astonished at the solitude of the Pireeus, I can safely assert that I was not less astonished than he. We had made the circuit of that desert shore ; three harbours had met our eyes, and in all that space we had not seen a single vessel ! The only spectacle to be seen was the ruins and the rocks on the shore the only sounds that could be heard were the cry of the seafowl, and the murmur of the wave, which, breaking on the tomb of Themistocles, drew forth a perpetual sigh from the abode of eternal silence. Borne away by the sea, the ashes of the conqueror of Xerxes repose beneath the waves, side by side with the bones of the Persians. In vain I sought the Temple of Venus, the long gallery, and the symbolical statue which represented the Athenian people; the image of that implacable democracy was for ever fallen, beside the walls, where the exiled citizens came to im- plore a return to their country. Instead of those superb arsenals, of those Agora? resound- ing with the voice of the sailors ; of those edifices which rivalled the beauty of the city of Rhodes, I saw nothing but a ruined convent and a solitary magazine. A single Turkish sentinel is perpetually seated on the coast ; months and years revolve without a bark pre- senting itself to his sight. Such is the deplora- ble state into which these ports, once so famous, have now fallen Who have over- turned so many monuments of gods and men 1 ? The hidden power which overthrows every thing, and is itself subject to the Unknown God whose altar St. Paul beheld at Phalera." I. 157, 158. The fruitful theme of the decay of Greece has called forth many of the finest apostrophes of our moralists and poets. On this subject Chateaubriand offers the following striking observations : " One would imagine that Greece itself an- nounced, by its mourning, the misfortunes of its children. In general, the country is uncul- tivated, the soil bare, rough, savage, of a brown and withered aspect. There are no rivers, properly so called, but little streams and tor- rents, which become dry in summer. No farm-houses are to be seen on the farms, no labourers, no chariots, no oxen, or horses of agriculture. Nothing can be figured so melan- choly as to see the track of a modern wheel, where you can still trace in the worn parts of the rock the track of ancient wheels. Coast along that shore, bordered by a sea hardly more desolate place on the summit of a rock a ruined tower, an abandoned convent figure a minaret rising up in the midst of the solitude as a badge of slavery a solitary flock feeding on a cape, surmounted by ruined columns- the turban of a Turk scaring the few goats which browze on the hills, and you will obtain a just idea of modern Greece. " On the eve of leaving Greece, at the Cape of Sunium, I did not abandon myself alone to the romantic ideas which the beauty of the scene was fitted to inspire. I retraced in my mind the history of that country; I strove to discover in the ancient prosperity of Athens and Sparta the cause of their present misfor- tunes, and in their present situation the germ of future glory. The breaking of the sea, which insensibly increased against the rocks at the foot of the Cape, at length reminded me that the wind had risen, and that it was time to resume my voyage. We descended to the vessel, and found the sailors already prepared for our departure. W T e pushed out to sea, and the breeze, which blew fresh from the land, bore us rapidly towards Zea. As we receded from the shore, the columns of Sunium rose more beautiful above the waves : their pure white appeared well defined in the dark azure of the distant sky. We were already far from the Cape ; but we still v heard the murmur of the waves, which broke on the cliffs at its foot, the whistle of the winds through its solitary pillars, and the cry of the sea-birds which wheel round the stormy promontory : they were the last sounds whtch I heard on the shores of Greece." 1. 196. " The Greeks did not excel less in the choice of the site of their edifices than in the forms and proportions. The greater part of the pro- montories of Peloponnesus, Attica, and Ionia, and the Islands of the Archipelago, are marked by temples, trophies, or tombs. These monu- ments, surrounded as they generally are with woods and rocks, beheld in all the changes of light and shadow, sometimes in the midst of clouds and lightning, sometimes by the light of the moon, sometimes gilded by the rising sun, sometimes flaming in his setting beams, throw an indescribable charm over the shores of Greece. The earth, thus decorated, re- sembles the old Cybele, who, crowned and seated on the shore, commanded her son Neptune to spread the waves beneath her feet. " Christianity, to which we owe the sole architecture in unison with our manners, has also taught how to place our true monuments : our chapels, our abbeys, our monasteries, are dispersed on the summits of hills not that the CHATEAUBRIAND. choice of the site was always the work of the | architect, but that an art which is in unison I with the feelings of the people, seldom errs far i in what is really beautiful. Observe, on the i other hand, how wretchedly almost all our edifices copied from the antique are placed. | Not one of the heights around Paris is orna- mented with any of the splendid edifices with which the city is filled. The modern Greek edifices resemble the corrupted language which they speak at Sparta and Athens ; it is in vain to maintain that it is the language of Homer and Plato; a mixture of uncouth words, and of foreign constructions, betrays at every in- stant the invasion of the barbarians. "To the loveliest sunset in nature, suc- ceeded a serene night. The firmament, re- flected in the waves, seemed to sleep in the midst of the sea. The evening star, my faith- ful companion in my journey, was ready to sink beneath the horizon; its place could only be distinguished by the rays of light which it occasionally shed upon the water, like a dying taper in the distance. At intervals, the per- fumed breeze from the islands which we pass- ed entranced the senses, and agitated on the surface of the ocean the glassy image of the heavens." I. 182, 183. The appearance of morning in the sea of Marmora is described in not less glowing colours. "At four in the morning we weighed an- chor, and as the wind was fair, we found our- selves in less than an hour at the extremity of the waters of the river. The scene was worthy of being described. On the right, Aurora rose above the headlands of Asia ; on the left, w^as extended the sea of Marmora; the heavens in the east were of a fiery red, which grew paler in proportion as the morning advanced; the morning star still shone in that empurpled light ; and above it you could barely descry the pale circle of the moon. "The picture changed while I still contemplated it; soon a blended glory of rays of rose and gojd, diverg- ing from a common centre, mounted to the zenith; these columns were effaced, revived, and effaced anew, until: the .sun rose above the horizon, and confounded all the lesser shades in one universal blaze of light." I. 236. His journey into the Holy Land awakened a new and not less interesting train of ideas, throughout the whole of which we recognise the peculiar features of M. de Chateaubriand's mind : a strong and poetical sense of the beauties of nature, a memory fraught with historical recollections; a>deep sense of reli- gion, illustrated, however, rather as it affects the imagination and the passions, than the judgment. It is a mere chimera to suppose that such aids are to be rejected by the friends of Christianity, or that truth may with safety discard the aid of fancy, either in subduing the passions or affecting the heart. On the contrary, every day's experience must con- vince us, that for one who can understand an argument, hundreds can enjoy a romance; and that truth, to affect multitudes, must con- descend to wear the garb of fancy. It is no doubt of vast importance that works should j exist in which the truths of religion are un- i folded with lucid precision, and its principles defined with the force of reason: but it is at least of equal moment, that others should be found in which the graces of eloquence and the fervour of enthusiasm form an attraction to those who are insensible to graver considera- tions ; where the reader is tempted to follow a path which he finds only strewed with flowers, and he unconsciously inhales the breath of eternal life. Cosi all E three swallows. They were perhaps on their way from France, and pursuing their course to Syria. I was strongly tempted to ask them what news they brought from that paternal roof which I had so long quitted. I recollect that in years of in- fancy, I spent entire hours in watching with an indescribable pleasure the course of swal- lows in autumn, when assembling in crowds previous to their annual migration : a secret instinct told me that I too should be a travel- ler. They assembled in the end of autumn around a great fishpond; there, amidst a thou- sand evolutions and flights in air, they seemed to try their wings, and prepare Tor their long pilgrimage. Whence is it that of all the re- collections in existence, we prefer those which are connected with our cradle 1 The illusions of self-love, the pleasures of youth, do not recur with the same charm to the memory ; we find in them, on the contrary, frequent bit- terness and pain; but the slightest circum- stances revive in the heart the recollections of infancy, and always with a fresh charm. On the shores of the lakes in America, in an unknown desert, which was sublime only from the effect of solitude, a swallow has frequently recalled to my recollection the first years of my life ; as here on the coast' of Syria they recalled them in sight of an ancient land re- sounding with the traditions of history and the voice of ages. "The air was so fresh and so balmy that all the passengers remained on deck during the night. At six in the morning I was awa- kened by a confused hum; I opened my eyes, and saw all the pilgrims crowding towards the prow of the vessel. I asked what it was 1 they all replied, ' Signer, il Carmelo.' I in- stantly rose from the plank on which I was stretched, and eagerly looked out for the sacred mountain. Every one strove to show it to me, but I could see nothing by reason of the daz- zling of the sun, which now rose above the horizon. The moment had something in it that was august and impressive; all the pil- grims, with their chaplets in their hands, remained in silence, watching for the appear- ance of the Holy Land; the captain prayed aloud, and not a sound was to be heard but that prayer and the rush of the vessel, as it ploughed with a fair wind through the azure sea. From time to time the cry arose, from those in elevated parts of the vessel, that they saw Mount Carmel, and at length I myself perceived it like a round globe under the rays 24 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. of the sun. I then fell on my knees, after the manner of the Latin pilgrims. My first im- pression was not the kind of agitation which I experienced on approaching the coast of Greece, but the sight of the cradle of the Israel- ites, and of the country of Christ, filled me with awe and veneration. I was about to descend on the land of miracles on the birth- place of the sublimest poetry that has ever appeared on earth on the spot where, speak- ing only as it has affected human history, the most wonderful event has occurred which ever changed the destinies of the species. I was about to visit the scenes which had been seen before me by Godfrey of Bouillon, Ray- mond of Toulouse, Tancred the Brave, Richard Cceur de Lion, and Saint Louis, whose virtues even the infidels respected. How could an obscure pilgrim like myself dare to tread a soil ennobled by such recollections !" I. 263 265. Nothing is more striking in the whole work than the description of the Dead Sea, and the Valley of Jordan. He has contrived to bring the features of that extraordinary scene more completely before us than any of the numerous English travellers who have preceded or fol- lowed him on the same route. "We quitted the convent at three in the afternoon, ascended the torrent of Cedron, and at length, crossing the ravine, rejoined our route to the east. An opening in the mountain gave us a passing view of Jerusalem. I hardly recognised the city; it seemed a mass of broken rocks ; the sudden appearance of that city of desolation in the midst of the wil- derness had something in it almost terrifying. She was, in truth, the Queen of the Desert. "As we advanced, the aspect of the moun- tains continued constantly the same, that is, a powdery white without shade, a tree, or even moss. At half past four, we descended from the lofty chain we had hitherto traversed, and wound along another of inferior elevation. At length we arrived at the last of the chain of heights, which close in on the west the Valley of Jordan and the Dead Sea. The sun was nearly setting ; we dismounted from our horses, and I lay down to contemplate at lei- sure the lake, the valley, and the river. " When you speak in general of a valley, you conceive it either cultivated or unculti- vated ; if the former, it is filled with villages, corn-fields, vineyards, and flocks ; if the latter, it presents grass or forests ; if it is watered by a river, that river has windings, and the sinu- osities or projecting points afford agreeable and varied landscapes. But here there is no- thing of the kind. Conceive two long chains of mountains running parallel from north to south, without projections, without recesses, without vegetation. The ridge on the east, called the Mountains of Arabia, is the most elevated; viewed at the distance of eight or ten leagues, it resembles a vast wall, extremely similar to the Jura, as seen from the Lake of Geneva, from its form and azure tint. You can perceive neither summits nor the smallest peaks ; only here and there slight inequalities, as if the hand of the painter who traced the long lines on the sky had occasionally trembled. "The chain on the eastern side forms part of the mountains of Judea less elevated and more uneven than the ridge on the west : it differs also in its character ; it exhibits great masses of rock and sand, which occasionally present all the varieties of ruined fortifications, armed men, and floating banners. On the side of Arabia, on the other hand, black rocks, with perpendicular flanks, spread from afar their shadows over the waters of the Dead Sea. The smallest bird could not find in those crevices of rock a morsel of food ; every thing announces a country which has fallen under the divine wrath ; every thing inspires the horror at the incest from whence sprung Am- mon and Moab. " The valley which lies between these moun- tains resembles the bottom of a sea, from which the waves have long ago withdrawn : banks ofgravel, a dried bottom rocks covered with salt, deserts of moving sand here and there stunted arbutus shrubs grow with diffi- culty on that arid soil ; their leaves are co- vered with the salt which had nourished their roots, while their bark has the scent and taste of smoke. Instead of villages, nothing but the ruins of towers are to be seen. Through the midst of the valley flows a discoloured stream, which seems to drag its lazy course unwill- ingly towards the lake. Its course is not to be discerned by the water, but by the willows and shnibs which skirt its banks the Arab conceals himself in these thickets to waylay and rob the pilgrim. " Such are the places rendered famous by the maledictions of Heaven : that river is the Jordan : that lake is the Dead Sea. It appears with a serene surface; but the guilty cities which are emboso*med in its waves have poi- soned its waters. Its solitary abysses can sustain the life of no living thing; no vessel ever ploughed its bosom ; its shores are with- out trees, without birds, without verdure ; its water, frightfully salt, is so heavy that the highest wind can hardly raise it. " In travelling in Judea, an extreme feeling of ennui frequently seizes the mind, from the sterile and monotonous aspect of the objects which are presented to the eye: but when journeying on through these pathless deserts, the expanse seems to spread out to infinity before you, the ennui disappears, and a secret terror is experienced, which, far from lower- ing the soul, elevates and inflames the genius. These extraordinary scenes reveal the land desolated by miracles ; that burning sun, the impetuous eagle, the barren fig-tree ; all the poetry, all the pictures of Scripture are there. Every name recalls a mystery; every grotto speaks of the life to come ; every peak re-echoes the voice of a prophet. God him- self has spoken on these shores: these dried- up torrents, these cleft rocks, these tombs rent asunder, attest his resistless hand: the desert appears mute with terror; and you feel that it has never ventured to break silence since it heard the voice of the Eternal." I. 317. "I employed two complete hours in wan- dering on the shores of the Dead Sea, notwith- standing the remonstrances of the Bedouins, i who pressed me to quit that dangerous region. CHATEAUBRIAND. 25 I was desirous of seeing the Jordan, at the place where it discharges itself into the lake ; but the Arabs refused to lead me thither, be- cause the river, at a league from its mouth, makes a detour to the left, and approaches the mountains of Arabia. It was necessary, there- fore, to direct our steps towards the curve which was nearest us. We struck our tents, and travelled for an hour and a half with ex- cessive difficulty, through a fine and silvery sand. We were moving towards a little wood of willows and tamarinds ; which, to my great surprise, I perceived growing in the midst of the desert. All of a sudden the Bethlemites stopped, and pointed to something at the bottom of a ravine, which had not yet attracted my at- tention. Without being able to say what it was, I perceived a sort of sand rolling on through the fixed banks which surrounded it. I approached it, and saw a yellow stream which could hardly be distinguished from the sand of its two banks. It was deeply furrowed through the rocks, and with difficulty rolled on, a stream surcharged with sand : it was the Jordan. "I had seen the great rivers of America, with the pleasure which is inspired by the magnificent works of nature. I had hailed the Tiber -with ardour, and sought with the same interest the Eurotas and the Cephisus ; but on none of these occasions did I expe- rience the intense emotion which I felt on ap- proaching the Jordan. Not only did that river recall the earliest antiquity, and a name ren- dered immortal in the finest poetry, but its banks were the theatre of the miracles of our religion. Judea is the only country which recalls at once the earliest recollections of man, and our first impressions of heaven; and thence arises a mixture of feeling in the mind, which no other part of the world can produce." I. 327, 328. The peculiar turn of his mind renders our author, in an especial manner, partial to the description of sad and solitary scenes. The following description of the Valley of Jehosha- phat is in his best style. "The Valley qf Jehoshaphat has in all ages served as the burying-place to Jerusalem: you meet there, side by s^ide, monuments of the. most distant times and of the present century. The Jews still come there to die, from all the corners of the earth. A stranger sells to them, for almost its weight in gold, the land which contains the bones of their fathers. Solomon planted that valley: the shadow of the Temple by which it was overhung the torrent, called after grief, which traversed it the Psalms which David there composed the Lamenta- tions of Jeremia.h, which its rocks re-echoed, render it the fitting abode of the tomb. Jesus Christ commenced his Passion in the same place : that innocent David there shed, for the expiation of our sins, those tears which the guilty David let fall for his own transgressions. Few names awaken in our minds recollections so solemn as the Valley of Jehoshaphat. It is so full of mysteries, that, according to the Prophet Joel, all mankind will be assembled there before the Eternal Judge. "The aspect of this celebrated valley is desolate ; the western side is bounded by a ridge of lofty rocks which support the walls of Jerusalem, above which the towers of the city appear. The eastern is formed by the Mount of Olives, and another eminence called the Mount of Scandal, from the idolatry of Solomon. These two mountains, which adjoin each other, are almost bare, and of a red and sombre hue; on their desert side you see here and there some black and withered vineyards, some wild olives, some ploughed land, covered with hyssop!, and a few ruined chapels. At the bottom of the valley, you perceive a tor- rent, traversed by a single arch, which appears of great antiquity. The stones of the Jewish cemetery appear like a mass of ruins at the foot of the mountain of Scandal, under the village of Siloam. You can hardly distin- guish the buildings of the village from the ruins with which they are surrounded. Three ancient monuments are particularly conspicu- ous : those of Zachariah, Josaphat, and Ab- salom. The sadness of Jerusalem, from which no smoke ascends, and in which no sound is to be heard ; the solitude of the surrounding mountains, where not a living creature is to be seen ; the disorder of those tombs, ruined, ransacked, and half-exposed to view, would almost induce one to believe that the last trump had been heard, and that the dead were about to rise in the Valley of Jehoshaphat." II. 34, 35. Chateaubriand, after visiting with the devo- tion of a pilgrim the Holy Sepulchre, and all the scenes of our Saviour's sufferings, spent a day in examining the scenes of the Crusaders' triumphs, and comparing the descriptions in Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered with the places where the events which they recorded actually occurred. He found them in general so ex- tremely exact, that it was difficult to avoid the conviction that the poet had been on the spot. He even fancied he discovered the scene of the Flight of Erminia, and the inimitable com- bat and death of Clorinda. From the Holy Land, he sailed to Egypt; and we have the following graphic picture of the approach to that cradle of art and civili- zation. " On the 20th October, at five in the morn- ing, I perceived on the green and ruffled sur- face of the water a line of foam, and beyond it a pale and still ocean. The captain clapped me on the shoulder, and said in French, 'Nilo;' and soon we entered and glided through those celebrated waters. A few palm-trees and a minaret announce the situation of Rosetta, but the town itself is invisible. These shores re- semble those of the coast of Florida; they are totally different from those of Italy or Greece, every thing recalls the tropical regions. "At ten o'clock we at length discovered, beneath the palm-trees, a line of sand which extended westward to the promontory of Aboukir, before which we were obliged to pass before arriving opposite to Alexandria. At five in the evening, the shore suddenly changed its aspect. The palm-trees seemed planted in lines along the shore, like the elms along the roads in France. Nature appears to take a pleasure in thus recalling the ideas of C ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. civilization in a country where that civiliza- tion first arose, and barbarity has now resumed its sway. It was eleven o'clock when we cast anchor before the city, and as it was some time before we could get ashore, I had full leisure to follow out the contemplation which the scene awakened. "I saw on my right several vessels, and the castle, which stands on the site of the Tower of Pharos. On my left, the horizon seemed shut in by sand-hills, ruins, and obelisks ; im- mediately in front, extended a long wall, with a few houses appearing above it ; not a light was to be seen on shore, and not a sound came from the city. This, nevertheless, was Alex- andria, the rival of Memphis and Thebes, which once contained three millions of inhabit- ants, which was the sanctuary of the Muses, and the abode of science amidst a benighted world. Here were heard the orgies of Antony and Cleopatra, and here was Caesar received with more than regal splendour by the Queen of the East. But in vain I listened. A fatal talisman had plunged the people into a hope- less calm : that talisman is the despotism which extinguishes every joy, which stifles even the cry of suffering. And what sound could arise in a city of which at least a third is abandoned; another third of which is sur- rounded only by the tombs of its former in- habitants ; and of which the third, which still survives between those dead extremities, is a species of breathing trunk, destitute of the force even to shake off its chains in the middle between ruins and the tomb?" II. 163. It is to be regretted that Chateaubriand did not visit Upper Egypt. His ardent and learned mind would have found ample room for elo- quent declamation, amidst the gigantic ruins of Luxor, and the Sphynx avenues of Thebes. The inundation of the Nile, however, pre- vented him from seeing even the Pyramids nearer than Grand Cairo; and when on the verge of that interesting region, he was com- pelled unwillingly to retrace his steps to the French shores. After a tempestuous voyage, along the coast of Lybia, he cast anchor off the ruins of Carthage; and thus describes his feelings on surveying those venerable remains : " From the summit of Byrsa, the eye em- braces the ruins of Carthage, which are more considerable than are generally imagined; they resemble those of Sparta, having nothing well preserved, but embracing a considerable space. I saw them in the middle of February: the olives, the fig-trees, were already bursting into leaf: large bushes of angelica and acan- thus formed tufts of verdure, amidst the re- mains of marble of every colour. In the dis- tance, I cast my eyes over the Isthmus, the double sea, the distant isles, a cerulean sea, a smiling plain, and azure mountains. I saw forests, and vessels, and aqueducts ; moorish villages, and Mahometan hermitages ; glitter- ing minarets, and the white buildings of Tunis. Surrounded with the most touching recollec- tions, I thought alternately of Dido, Sophonis- ba, and the noble wife of Asdrubal ; I contem- plated the vast plains where the legions of Annibal, Scipio, and Caesar were buried : My eyes sought for the site of Utica. Alas ! The remains of the palace of Tiberius still remain in the island of Capri, and you search in vain at Utica for the house of Cato. Finally, the terrible Vandals, the rapid Moors, passed be- fore my recollection, which terminated at last on Saint Louis, expiring on that inhospitable shore. May the story of the death of that prince terminate this itinerary; fortunate to re-enter, as it were, into my country by the ancient monument of his virtues, and to close at the sepulchre of that King of holy memory my long pilgrimage to the tombs of illustrious men." II. 257, 258. "As long as his strength permitted, the dying monarch gave instructions to his son Philip ; and when his voice failed him, he wrote with a faltering hand these precepts, which no Frenchman, worthy of the name, will ever be able to read without emotion. ' My son, the first thing which I enjoin you is to love God with all your heart; for without that no man can be saved. Beware of vio- lating his laws; rather endure the worst tor- ments, than sin against his commandments. Should he send you adversity, receive it with humility, and bless the hand which chastens you ; and believe that you have well deserved it, and that it will turn to your weal. Should he try you with prosperity, thank him with humility of heart, and be not elated by his goodness. Do justice to every one, as well the poor as the rich. Be liberal, free, and courteous to your servants, and cause them to love as well as fear you. Should any contro- versy or tumult arise, sift it to the bottom, whether the result be favourable or unfavour- able to your interests. Take care, in an espe- cial manner, that your subjects live in peace and tranquillity under your reign. Respect and preserve their privileges, such as they have received them from their ancestors, and preserve them with care and love. And now, I give you every blessing which a father can bestow on his child; praying the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, that they may defend you from all adversities ; and that we may again, after this mortal life is ended, be united before God, and adore his Majesty for ever !' " II. 264. "The style of Chateaubriand," says Napo- leon, "is not that of Racine, it is that of a prophet;' he has received from nature the sacred flame ; it breathes in all his \vorks."* It is of no common man being a political oj>po- nent that Napoleon would have said these words. Chateaubriand had done nothing to gain favour with the French Emperor ; on the contrary, he irritated him by throwing up his employment and. leaving his country upon the assassination of the Duke d'Enghien. In truth, nothing is more remarkable amidst the selfish- ness of political apostasy in France, than the uniform consistence and disinterestedness of this great man's opinions. His principles, indeed, were not all the same at fifty as at twenty-five ; we should be glad to know whose are, excepting those who are so obtuse as to derive no light from the extension of know- ledge and the acquisitions of experience? * Memoirs of Napoleon, iv. 342. NAPOLEON. 27 Change is so far from being despicable, that it is highly honourable in itself, ami when it proceeds from the natural modification of the mind, from the progress of years, or the lessons of more extended experience. It becomes contemptible only when it arises on the sug- gestions of interest, or the desires of ambition. Now, Chateaubriand's changes of opinion have all been in opposition to his interest; and he I has suffered at different periods of his life from | his resistance to the mandates of authority, and j his rejection of the calls of ambition. In early life, he was exiled from France, and shared in all the hardships of the emigrants, from his attachment to Royalist principles. At the earnest request of Napoleon, he accepted of- fice under the Imperial Government, but he relinquished it, and again became an exile upon the murder of the Duke d'Enghien. The influence of his writings was so powerful in favour of the Bourbons, at the period of the Restoration, that Louis XVIII. truly said, they were worth more than an army. He followed the dethroned Monarch to Ghent, and con- tributed much, by his powerful genius, to con- solidate the feeble elements of his power, after the fall of Napoleon. Called to the helm of affairs in 1824, he laboured to accommodate the temper of the monarchy to the increasing spirit of freedom in (he country, and fell into disgrace with the Court, and was distrusted by the Royal Family, because he strove to intro- duce those popular modifications into the 'ad- ministration of affairs, which might have pre- vented the revolution of July ; and finally, he has resisted all the efforts of the Citizen-King to engage his great talents in defence of the throne of the Barricades. True to his princi- ples, he has exiled himself from France, to preserve his independence; and consecrated in a foreign land his illustrious name, to the defence of the child of misfortune. Chateaubriand is not only an eloquent and beautiful writer, he is also a profound scholar, and an enlightened thinker. His knowledge of history and classical literature is equalled only by his intimate acquaintance with the early annals of the church, and the fathers of the Catholic faith ; while in his speeches deli- vered in the Chamber of Peers since the restoration, will be found not only the most eloquent but the most complete and satisfac- tory dissertations on the political slate of France during that period, which is anywhere to be met with. It is a singular circumstance, that an author of such great and varied ac- quirements, who is universally allowed by all parties in France to be their greatest living writer, should be hardly known except by name to the great body of readers in this country. His greatest work, that on which his fame will rest with posterity, is the "Genius of Christianity," from which such ample quota- tions have already been given. The next is the "Martyrs," a romance, in which he has introduced an exemplification of the principles of Christianity, in the early sufferings of the primitive church, and enriched the narrative by the splendid description of the scenery in Egypt, Greece, and Palestine, which he had visited during his pilgrimage to Jerusalem, and all the stores of learning which a life spent in classical and ecclesiastical lore could accumu- late. The last of his-considerable publications is the " Etudes Historiques," a work eminently characteristic of that superiority in historical composition, whiqh we have allowed to the French modern writers over their contempo- raries in this country; and which, we fear, another generation, instructed when too late by the blood and the tears of a Revolution, will be alone able fully to appreciate. Its ob- ject is to trace the influence of Christianity from its first spread in the Roman empire to the rise of civilization in the Western world; a field in which he goes over the ground trod by Gibbon, and demonstrates the unbounded benefits derived from religion in all the institu- tions of modern times. In this noble under- taking, he has been aided, with a still more philosophical mind, though inferior fire and eloquence, by Guizot; a writer, who, equally with his illustrous rival, is as yet unknown, save by report, in this country; but from whose joint labours is to be dated the spring of a pure and philosophical system of religious inquiry in France, and the commencement of that revival of manly devotion, in which the antidote, and the only antidote, to the fanati- cism of infidelity is to be found. NAPOLEON.* THE age of Napoleon is one, of the delinea- tion of which history and biography will never be weary. Such is the variety of incidents which it exhibits the splendid and heart-stir- ring events which it records the immortal characters which it portrays and the import- ant consequences which have followed from it, that the interest felt in its delineation, so * Memoires do la Diichesse D' Ahrnntea, 2 vols. Colhurn. London. The translations are executed by ourselves, as we have not seen the English version. far from diminishing, seems rather to increase with the lapse of time, and will continue through all succeeding ages, like the eras of Themistocles, Caesar, and the Crusades, to form the noblest and most favourite subjects of historical description. Numerous as have been the Memoirs which have issued from the French press during the last fifteen years, in relation to this eventful era, the public passion for information on it is still undiminished. Every new set of memoirs which is ushered into the world with an histo- ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. rical name, or any pretensions to authenticity, is eagerly read by all classes on the continent. English translations generally appear in due time, but they are, in general, so extremely ill executed, as to give no conception whatever of the spirit of the original ; and as there is not one reader out of a hundred who can read French with such facility as to make it a matter of pleasure, the consequence is, that these delightful works are still but imperfectly known to the British public. Every person intimately acquainted with their composition, must have perceived in what an extremely unfavourable aspect they appear in our ordi- nary translations ; and in the utter ignorance of the principles of revolution which pervades the great bulk of the best informed classes in this country, compared to what obtains on the other side of the Channel, is to be found the best evidence, that the great historical works which have recently appeared on the events of the last forty years in France, have had no share whatever in the formation of public opinion in this country. The Duchess of Abrantes undertakes the work of Memoirs of her own Times with sin- gular and almost peculiar advantages. Her mother, Madame Permon, a Corsican lady of high rank, was extremely intimate with the family of Napoleon. She rocked the future emperor on her knee from the day of his birth, and the intimacy of the families continued till he was removed to the command of the army of Italy, in April, 1796. The authoress herself, though then a child, recounts with admirable esprit, and all the air of -truth, a number of early anecdotes of Napoleon ; and after his return from Egypt she was married to Junot, then Governor of Paris, and subsequently ad- mitted as an habitual guest in the court circle of the First Consul. In her Memoirs, we have thus a picture of the private and domestic life of Napoleon from his cradle to his grave ; we trace him through all the gradations of the Ecole Militaire, the artillery service, the cam- paigns of Italy, the return from Egypt, the Consulate, and the Empire, and live with those who have filled the world with their renown, as we would do with our most intimate ac- quaintances and friends. It has always struck us as a singular proof of the practical sagacity and just discrimina- tion of character in Sir Walter Scott, that though his Life of Napoleon was published before the Memoirs of Bourienne, the view which he gives of Napoleon's character is substantially the same as that drawn by his confidential secretary, his school companion, and the depositary of his inmost thoughts. This is very remarkable. The French are never weary of declaiming on the inaccuracies of the Scottish biographer, and declare that he wrote history in romance, and romance in history; but they have never been able to point out any serious or important error in his narrative. The true reproach against Sir Walter's work is of a different kind, and con- sists in this, not that he has incorrectly stated facts, but unjustly coloured opinions ; that he has not done justice to any of the parties whose conflicts desolated France during the revolution, and has written rather in the spirit of an English observer, than one participant in the feelings of the actors in those mighty events. There is but one way in which this defect can be avoided by a native of this country, and that is, by devoting himself for a long course of years to the study of the me- moirs and historians of the Revolution, and by acquiring, by incessant converse with the writings, somewhat of the sphit which ani- mates the people of the continent. The object to be attained by this, is not to imbibe their prejudices, or become infatuated by their errors, but to know and appreciate their ideas, and do that justice to passions directed against this country, which we willingly award to those excited in its favour, The character of Napoleon has been drawn by his contemporaries with more graphic power than any other conqueror in history; and yet so varied and singular is the combina- tion of qualities which it exhibits, and so much at variance with what we usually observe in human nature around us, that there is no man can say he has a clear perception of what it actually was : Brave, without being chival- rous ; sometimes humane, seldom generous ; insatiable in ambition ; inexhaustible in re- sources ; without a thirst for blood, but totally indifferent to it when his interests were con- cerned ; without any fixed ideas on religion, but a strong perception of its necessity as a part of the mechanism of government ; a great general with a small army, a mighty conqueror with a large one ; gifted with extraordinary powers of perception, and the clearest insight into every subject connected with mankind ; without extensive information derived from study ; but the rarest aptitude for making him- self master of every subject from actual ob- servation ; ardently devoted to glory, and yet incapable of the self-sacrifice which consti- tutes its highest honours ; he exhibited a mix- ture of great and selfish qualities, such as perhaps never were before combined in any single individual. His greatest defect was the constant and systematic disregard of truth which pervaded all Iris thoughts. He was totally without the droiture, or honesty, which forms the best and most dignified feature in the Gothic or German character. The maxim, Magna est veritas et pravalebit, never seems to have crqssed his mind. His intellect was the perfection of that of the Celt or Greek ; with- out a shadow of the magnanimity and honesty which has ever characterized the Roman and Gothic races of mankind. Devoted as he was to the captivating idol of posthumous fame ; deeming, as he did, that to live in the recollec- tion and admiration of future ages " constituted the true immortality of the soul," he never seems to have been aware that truth is essen- tial to the purest and most lasting celebrity ; and that the veil which artifice or flattery draws over falsehood during the prevalence of power, will be borne away with a merciless hand on its termination. In the Memoirs of Napoleon and of the Archduke Charles, the opposite character of their minds, and of the rtices to which they belonged, is singularly portrayed. Those of NAPOLEON. 29 the latter are written with a probity, an integ- rity, and an impartiality above all praise ; he censures himself for his faults with a severity unknown to Caesar or Frederick, and touches with a light hand on those glorious successes which justly gained for him the title of Saviour of Germany. Cautious, judicious, and reason- able, his arguments convince the understand- ing, but neither kindle the imagination nor inspire the fancy. In the Memoirs of Napo- leon, on the other hand, dictated to Montholon and Gourgaud, there are to be seen in every page symptoms of the clearest and most for- cible intellect ; a coup d'ceil over every subject of matchless vigour and reach; an ardent and vehement imagination ; passions which have ripened under a southern sun, and conceptions which have shared in the luxuriant growth of tropical climates. Yet amidst all these varied excellencies, we often regret the simple bon- homie of the German narrative. We admire the clearness of the division, the lucid view of every subject, the graphic power of the pic- tures, and the forcible perspicuity of the lan- guage ; but we have a total want of confidence in the veracity of the narrative. In every page we discover something suppressed or coloured, to magnify the importance of the writer in the estimation of those who study his work; and while we incessantly recur to it for striking political views, or consummate military criti- cism, we must consult wprks of far inferior celebrity for the smallest details in which his fame was personally concerned. We may trust him in speculations on the future destiny of nations, the march of revolutions, or the cause of military success ; but we cannot rely on the numbers stated to have been engaged, or the killed and wounded in a single engage- ment. The character of Napoleon has mainly rest- ed, since the publication of his work, on Bou- rienne's Memoirs. The peculiar opportunities which he had of becoming acquainted with the inmost thoughts of the First Consul, and the ability and graphic powers of his narrative, have justly secured for it an immense reputa- tion. It is probable that the private character and hidden motives of Napoleon will mainly rest with posterity on that celebrated work. Every day brings out something to support its veracity ; and the concurring testimony of the most intelligent of the contemporary writers tends to show, that his narrative is, upon the whole, the most faithful that has yet been pub- lished. Still it is obvious that there is a secret rankling at the bottom of Bourienne's heart against his old schoolfellow. He could hardly be expected to forgive the extraordinary rise and matchless celebrity of one who had so long been his equal. He evinces the highest admi- ration for the Emperor, and, upon the whole, has probably done him justice ; yet, upon par- ticular points, a secret spleen is apparent; and though there seems no ground for discrediting most of his facts, yet we must not in every in- stance adopt implicitly the colouring in which he has painted them. It is quite plain that Bourienne was involved in some money trans- actions, in which Napoleon conceived that he made an improper use of the state secrets which came to his knowledge, in his official situation of private secretary; and that to this c.;iii^' his exile into honourable and lucrative banishment at Hamburgh is to be ascribed. Whether this banishment was justly or un- justly inflicted, is immaterial in considering the credit due to the narrative. If he was hard- ly dealt with, while our opinion of his indivi- dual integrity must rise, the weight of the feelings of exasperation with which he was animated must receive a proportional augmen- tation. The Memoirs of the Duchess of Abrantes are well qualified to correct the bias, and sup- ply the deficiencies of those of his private se- cretary. As a woman, she had no personal rivalry with Napoleon, and could not feel her- self mortified by his transcendant success. As the wife of one of his favourite and most pros- perous generals, she had no secret reasons of animosity against the author of her husband's elevation. Her intimate acquaintance also with Napoleon, from his very infancy, and be- fore flattery or power had aggravated the faults of his character, renders her peculiarly well qualified to portray its original tendency. Many new lights, accordingly, have been thrown upon the eventful period of his reign, as well as his real character, by her Memoirs. His disposition appears in a more amiable light his motives are of a higher kind, than from preceding accounts; and we rise from the pe- rusal of her fascinating volumes with the im- pression, which the more extensively we study human nature we shall find to be the more correct, that men are generally more amiable at bottom than we should be inclined to ima- gine from their public conduct; that their faults are fully as much the result of the circum- stances in which they are placed, as of any inherent depravity of disposition ; and that deal ing gently with those who are carried along on the stream of revolution, we should reserve the weight of our indignation for those who put the perilous torrent in motion. But leaving these general speculations, it is time to lay before our readers a few extracts from these volumes themselves, and to com- municate some portion of the pleasure which we have derived from their perusal. In doing so we shall adopt our usual plan of translating the passages ourselves ; for it is impossible to convey the least idea of the original in the circumlocutions of the ordinary London ver- sions. Of the early youth of Napoleon at the Ecole Militaire of Paris, with the management of which he was in the highest degree dissatisfied, we have the following interesting account : " When we got into the carriage, Napoleon, who had contained himself before his sister, broke out into the most violent invectives against the administration of such places as the Maison St.. Cyr, for young ladies, and the Ecole Militaire for cadets. My uncle, who was ex- tremely quick in his temper, at last got out of all patience at the tone of cutting bitterness which appeared in his language, and told him so without reserve. Napoleon was then silent, for enough of good breeding still remained to make youth respect the voice of those advanced c 2 30 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. in years. But his heart was so full as to be almost bursting. Shortly after he led back the conversation to the subject, and at last his ex- pressions became so offensive that my father said to him rudely, ' Be silent; it ill becomes you, who are educated at the expense of the King, to speak in that manner.' " My mother has often since told me, she was afraid Napoleon would be suffocated at these words. In an instant he became pale and inarticulate. When he recovered his voice, he exclaimed in a voice trembling with emo- tion, ' I am not an eleve of the King, but of the State: " ' A fine distinction, truly,' replied my un- cle. ' Whether you are an eleve of the King, or of the State, is of no consequence; besides, is not the King the State"? I desire that you will not speak in such terms of your benefactor in my presence.' " ' I will do nothing to displease you, M. Comnene,' replied the young man. ' Permit me only to add, that if I was the master, and had the power to alter these regulations, they should be very different, and for the good of the whole,' " I have recounted that scene only to remark these words ' If I was the 'master.' He has since become so, and all the world knows what he has done for the administration of the Ecole Militaire. I am convinced that he long enter- tained a painful sense of the humiliation he underwent at that establishment. At our ar- rival in Paris, he had been a year there, and that whole period was one of contradiction and disgust. He was not loved by his companions. Many persons who were acquainted with my father, declared to him that Napoleon's charac- ter was such as could not be rendered sociable. He was discontented with every thing, and ex- pressed his censure aloud in such decided terms, as made him pass with these old wor- thies for a young firebrand. The result of this conduct was, that his removal into a regiment was unanimously demanded by every one at the school, and thus it advanced the period of his promotion. He obtained a sub-lieutenancy, which was stationed at Grenoble. Before his departure, he came to live some time with us: my sister was at a convent, but she came fre- quently home during the period of her vacation. I recollect that the day when he first put on his uniform, he was as joyous as young men gene- rally are on such an occasion : but his boots gave a singularly ridiculous appearance to his figure: they were of such enormous dimensions, that his little thin legs quite disappeared with- in them. Everybody knows that nothing has so quick an eye for the ridiculous as childhood, so the moment that my sister and I saw him come into the room with these enormous boots, we burst out into immoderate fits of laughter. Then, as subsequently, he could not endure pleasantry, when he was its object: my sister, who was considerably older than I, answered, that as he had girded on his sword, he should consider himself as the Chevalier of Dames, and be highly flattered by their joking with him. " ' It is easy to see,' said Napoleon with a haughty air, 'that you are a little miss just Jet loose from school.' "My sister was then thirteen years old: it may easily be imagined how such an expres- sion hurt her. She was of a very gentle dis- position, but neither she nor any other wo- man, whatever her age or disposition may be, can bear a direct insult to her vanity that of Cecile was keenly offended at the expression of little miss escaped from school. "'And you,' said she, ' are nothing but a Puss IN BOOTS.' " Everyone burst out a laughing: the stroke had told most effectually. I cannot describe the wrath of Napoleon ; he answered nothing, and it was as well he did not. My mother thought the epithet so well applied, that she laughed with all her heart. Napoleon, though little accustomed at that time to the usage of the world, had a mind too fine, too strong an instinctive perception, not to see that it was necessary to be silent when his adversary was a woman, and personalities were dealt in: whatever her age was, she was entitled to re- spect. At least, such was then the code of po- liteness in those who dined at table. Now that utility and personal interest alone are the order of the day, the consumption of time in such pieces of politeness is complained of: and every one grudges the sacrifices necessary to carry into the world his little contingent of so- ciability. " Bonaparte, though grievously piqued at the unfortunate epithet applied to him by my sister, affected to disregard it, and began to laugh like the rest; and to prove that he bore her no ill will on that account, he bought a little present, on which was engraved a Puss in Boots, running before the carriage of the Marquis of Canabus. This present cost him a good deal, which assorted ill with the strait- ened state of his finances. He added a beau- tiful edition of 'Puss in Boots,' for my sister, telling her that it was a Souvenir which he beg- ged her to keep for his sake. " ' The story-book,' said my mother, ' is too much : if there had only been the engraving, it was all well ; but the book for Cecile, shows you were piqued against her.' " He gave his word to the contrary. But I still think with my mother, that he was piqued, and bitterly so: the whole story was of no small service to me at a future time, as will appear in the sequel to these memoirs." I. 52, 53. Several interesting anecdotes are preserved of the Reign of Terror, singularly characteris- tic of the horrors of that eventful period. The following picture is evidently drawn from the life : " On the following day, my brother Albert was obliged tp remain a considerable time at home, to put in order the papers which my father had directed to be burnt. He went out at three o'clock to see us: he found on the road groups of men in a state of horrible and bloody drunkenness. Many were naked down to the waist; their arms, their breasts bathed in blood. At the end of their pikes, they bore fragments of clothes and bloody remnants : their looks were haggard; their eyes inflamed. As he ad- vanced, these groups became more frequent and hideous. My brother, mortally alarmed as to our fate, and determined at all hazards NAPOLEON. 31 to rejoin us, pushed on his horse along the Boulevard where he then was, and arrived in front of the Palace Beaumarchais. There he was arrested by an immense crowd, composed of the same naked and bloody men, but with an expression of countenance altogether infer- nal. They set up hideous cries : they sung, they danced ; the Saturnalia of Hell were be- fore him. No sooner did they see the cabriolet of Albert, than they raised still louder yells: an aristocrat! an aristocrat! and in a moment the cabriolet was surrounded by a raging mul- titude, in the midst of which an object was elevated and presented to his view. Troubled as the sight of my brother was, he could dis- tinguish long white hair, clotted with blood, and a face beautiful even in death. The figure is brought nearer, and its lips placed on his. The unhappy wretch set up a frightful cry. He knew the head: it was that of the Princess Lamballe. "The coachman whipped the horse with all his strength ; and the generous animal, with that aversion for blood which characterizes its race, rushed from that spectacle of horror with redoubled speed. The frightful trophy was overturned, with the cannibals who bore it, by the wheels of the carriage, and a thousand imprecations followed my brother, who lay stretched out insensible in the bottom of the cabriolet. "Serious consequences resulted to my bro- ther from that scene of horror. He was car- ried to a physician, where he was soon taken seriously ill of a burning fever. In his delirium, the frightful figure was ever present to his ima- gination. He never ceased, for days together, to see that livid head and those fair tresses bathed in blood. For years after, he could not recall the recollection of that horrible event without falling into a swoon, nor think of those days of wo without the most vivid'emotion. "A singular circumstance concluded this tale of horror. My brother, in 1802, when Commissary General of Police at' Marseilles, received secret instructions to watch, with peculiar care, over a man named Raymonet, but whose real name was different. He lived in a small cottage on the banks of the sea; ap- peared in comfortable circumstances, but had no relation nor friend; he lived alone in his solitary cabin, and received every morning his provisions from an old woman, who brought them to his gate. The secret instructions of the police revealed the fact, that this person had been one of the principal assassins at the Abbaye and La Force, in September, 1792, and was in an especial manner -noted as the most cruel of the assassins of the Princess Lam- balle. " One morning my brother received intelli- gence that this man was at the point of death; and, gracious God! what a death! For three days he had endured all the torments of hell. The accident which had befallen him was per- fectly natural in its origin, but it had made him suffer the most excruciating pains. He was alone in his habitation ; he was obliged to drag himself to the nearest surgeon to obtain assist- ance, but it was too late : an operation was im- possible, and would not even have assuaged the pains of the dying wretch. He refused alike religious succour and words of co tion. His deathbed was a chair of torture in- comparably more agonizing than the martyr- dom of a Christian. He died with blasphemies in his mouth, like the Reprobate in Dante's Inferno." I. 95. The French, who have gone through the Revolution, frequently complain that there are no descriptions given in any historical works which convey the least idea of the Reign of Terror; so infinitely did the reality of that dreadful period exceed all that description can convey of the terrible. There might, however, we are persuaded, be extracted from the con- temporary Memoirs (for in no other quarter can the materials be found) a picture of that memorable era, which would exceed all that Shakspeare or Dante had figured of human atrocity, and take its place beside the plague in Thucydides, and the Annals of Tacitus, as a lasting beacon to the human race, of the un- heard of horrors following in the train of de- mocratic ascendancy. One of the most curious parts of the Duch- ess's work is that which relates to the arrest of Napoleon after the fall of Robespierre, in consequence of the suspicions that attached to him, from his mission to Genoa with the bro- ther of that tyrant. It appears, that whatever he may have become afterwards, Napoleon was at that period an ardent republican: not pro- bably because the principles of democracy were suited to his inclinations, but because he found i in the favour of that faction, then the .ruling power in France, the only means of gra- tifying his ambition. Salicetti, one of the de- puties from Corsica, occasioned his arrest after the fall of Robespierre, and he was actually a few days in custody. Subsequently, Salicetti himself was denounced by the Convention, and concealed, in the house of Madame Permon, mother to the Duchess of Abrantes. The whole details which follow this event are highly inte- resting; and as they afford one of the few really generous traits of Napoleon's character, we willingly give them a place. " The retreat of Salicetti in our house was admirably contrived. His little cabinet was so stuffed with cushions and tapestry, that the smallest sound could not be heard. No one could have imagined where he was concealed. " On the following morning at eleven o'clock, Napoleon arrived. He was dressed in his usual costume ; a gray great-coat buttoned up to the throat, a black neckcloth, round hat, which came down over the eyes. To say the truth, at that period no one was elegantly dressed, and the personal appearance of Napoleon did not appear so singular as it now does, upon looking back to the period. He had in his hand a bouquet of violets, which he presented to my mother. That piece of gallantry was so unusual in him, that we immediately began to laugh. " It appears,' said he, ' I am not at my new duties of Cavaliere Servonto.' Then changing the subject, he added, 4 Well, Madame Permon, Salicetti has, in his turn, reaped the bitter fruits of arrest. They must be the more difficult to swallow, that he and his associates have planted the trees on which ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. they grow.' ' What !' said my^mother, with an air of surprise, and making a 'sign to me at the same time to shut the door, ' is Salicetti arrest- ed]' 'Do you not know,' replied Napoleon, ' that his arrest was yesterday decreed at the Assembly] I thought you knew it so well that he was concealed in your house.' ' In my house !' replied my mother, with a well-feignec air of surprise ; ' Napoleon, my dear child, you are mad! In my house ! That implies that ] have one, which unfortunately is not the case My dear General, I beg you will not repeal such nonsense. What have I done to entitle you thus to sport with me as if I were deranged for I can call it nothing else ]' "At these words Napoleon rose up; he crossed his arms, advanced immediately op- posite to my mother, where, he stood for some time without saying a word. My mother bore without flinching, his piercing look, and did not so much as drop her eyelid under that eagle's eye. ' Madame Permon,' said he at length, * Salicetti is concealed in your house: nay, do not interrupt me. I do not know it for certain, but I have no doubt of it, because yesterday at five o'clock he was seen on the Boulevard, coming in this direction, after he had received intelligence of the decree of the Assembly. He has no friend in this quarter who would risk life and liberty to save him but yourself; there can be no doubt, therefore, where he is concealed.' "This long harangue gave my mother time to regain her assurance. 'What title could Salicetti have to demand an asylum from me ? He knows that our sentiments are not the same. I was on the point of setting out, and had it not been for an accidental letter from my hus- band, I would have been now far advanced on my road to Gascony.' "'What title had he to seek an asylum in your house]' replied Napoleon, 'that is the justest observation you have yet made, Madame Permon. To take refuge with a lonely woman, who might be compromised for a few hours of concealment to a proscribed culprit, is an act that no one else would be capable of. You are indeed his debtor ; are you not, 'Mademoiselle Loulou]' said he, turning to me, who had hitherto remained silent in the window. " I feigned to be engaged with flower-pots in a window, where there were several bushes of arbutus, and did not answer him. My mother, who understood my motive, said to me, ' Ge- neral Bonaparte speaks to you, my dear.' I then turned to him ; the remains of my trouble might show him what had passed in the mind of a girl of fifteen, who was compelled, in spite of herself, to do an unpolite thing. He took my hand, pressed it between his two, and, turning to my mother, exclaimed, 'I ask your pardon; I have been in the wrong; your daughter has given me a lesson.' 'You give Laurette more merit than she really has,' re- plied my mother. ' She has not given you a lesson, because she does not know wherefore she should do so; but I will do so immediately, if you persist in believing a thing which has no foundation, but might do me irreparable mischief if it were spread abroad.' "Bonaparte said, with a voice full of emo- tion, ' Madame Permon, you are an uncom- lodgings. i monly generous woman, and that man is a ! wicked man. You could not have closed your I door upon him, and he knew it ; and yet you expose yourself and that child for such a man. Formerly I hated him ; now I despise him. He has done me a great deal of harm ; yes, he has done me a great deal of harm, and you know it. He has had the malice to take advantage of his momentary ascendency to strive to sink me below the water. He has accused me of crimes ; for what crime can be so great as to be a traitor to your country] Salicetti con- ducted himself in that affair of Loano, and my arrest, like a miserable wretch. Junot was going to have killed him, if I had not prevented him. That young man, full of fire and friend- ship for me, was anxious to have fought him in single combat ; he declared that if he would not flght, he would have thrown him over the window. Now he is proscribed ; Salicetti, in his turn, can now appreciate the full extent of what it is to have one's destiny shattered, ruined by an accusation.' " ' Napoleon,' said my mother, stretching out her hand to him, ' Salicetti is not here. I swear he is riot. And must I tell you all ]' ' Tell it; tell it,' said he, with extreme impatience. ' Well, Salicetti was here yesterday at six o'clock, but he went out at half-past eight. I convinced him of the impossibility of his remaining concealed in furnished lo He admitted it, and went away.' " While my mother spoke, the eyes of Na- poleon continued fixed upon her with an eager- ness of which it is impossible to convey an idea. Immediately after, he moved aside, and walked rapidly through the chamber. 'I was right, then, after all,' he exclaimed. ' He had then the cowardice to say to a generous woman, Give your life for me. But did he who thus contrived to interest you in his fate, tell you that he had just assassinated one of his col- leagues ] Did he wash his hands before he touched yours to implore mercy]' " 'Napoleon, Napoleon !' exclaimed my mo- ther in Italian, and with great emotion, ' this is too much. Be silent, or I must be gone. If they have murdered this man after he left me, at least it is no fault of mine.' Napoleon at this time was not less moved. He sought about everywhere like a hound after its prey. He constantly listened to hear him, but could make out nothing. My mother was in despair. Salicetti heard every thing. A single plank separated him from us ; and I, in my inexpe- rience, trembled lest he should issue from his retreat and betray us all. At length, after a fruitless search of two hours, he rose and went away. It was full time ; my mother was worn out with mortal disquietude. 'A thousand hanks,' said he, as he left the room; 'and above all, Madame Permon, forgive me. But f you had ever been injured as I have been by'that man ! Adieu !' "I. 147, 148. A few days after, Madame Permon set out for Gascony, with Salicetti, disguised as a foot- nan, seated behind the carriage. Hardly had hey arrived at the first post, when a man ar- rived on horseback, with a letter for Madame 3 ermon. They were all in despair, conceiv- ng they were discovered, but upon opening it, NAPOLEON. their apprehensions were dispelled ; it was from Bonaparte, who had received certain in- telligence from his servant that Salicetti, his mortal enemy, was in the carriage with her, and had been concealed in her house. He had learned it from his servant, who became acquainted with it from Madame Permon's maid, who, though faithful to misfortune, could not conceal the secret from love. It was in the following terms : "I never wished to pass for a hypocrite. I would be so, if I did not declare that for more than twenty days I have known for certain that Salicetti was concealed in your house. Recol- lect my words on the 1st Prairial ; I was then almost sure of it, now I know it. beyond a doubt. Salicetti, you see I could repay you the injury you have done me ; in doing so, I should only have requited the evil which you did to me, whilst you gratuitously injured one who had never offended you. Which is the nobler part at this moment yours or mine 1 I have it in my power to revenge myself, but I will not do it. Perhaps you will say that your benefac- tress serves as your, shield, and I own that that consideration is powerful. But though you were alone, unarmed, and proscribed, your head would be safe from my hands. Go seek in peace an asylum where you may become animated with nobler sentiments towards your country. My mouth is closed on your,name, and will never open more on that subject. Repent, and appreciate my motives. I deserve it, for they are noble and generous. Madame Permon My warmest wishes attend you and your daughter. You are two helpless beings, without defence. May Providence and the prayers of a friend be ever with you ! Be prudent, and do not stop in the great towns. Adieu! receive my kindest regards. N. BO- NAPARTE." I. 160. We regard this letter and the previous transaction to which it refers, if it shall be deemed by those intimately acquainted with the parties as perfectly authentic, as by far the most important trait in the character of Na- poleon during his early life which has yet ap- peared. It demonstrates that at that period at least his heart was accessible to generous sen- timents, and that he was capable of perform- ing a noble action. Admitting that he was, in a great degree, swayed in this proceeding by his regard for Madame Permon, who appears to have been a woman of great attractions, 'and for whom, as we shall presently see, he con- ceived warmer feelings than those of mere friendship, still it is not an ordinary character, and still less not an ordinary Italian character, which, from such motives, would forego the fiendish luxury of revenge. This trait, there- fore, demonstrates that Napoleon's character originally was not destitute of generosity; and the more charitable, and probably the more just, inference is, that the selfishness and ego- tism by which he was afterwards so strongly characterized, arose from that uninterrupted and extraordinary flow of prosperity which befell him, and which experience everywhere proves is more fatal to generosity or interest in others than any thing else in the course of man here below. On the voy^J* along the charming banks i of the Garoiim- from Bordeaux to Toulouse, | our authoress gives the following just and in- teresting account: "That mind must be really disquieted or in suffering, which does not derive the highest pleasure from the voyage by water from Bor- deaux to Toulouse. I have seen since the shores of the Arno, those of the Po, the Tagus, and the Brenta; I have seen the Arno iii its thundering cascade, and in its placid waters ; all traverse fertile plains, and exhibit ravish- ing points of view: but none of them recall the magical illusion of the voyage from Bor- deaux to Toulouse. Marmande, Agen, Lan- gon, La Reole, all those towns whose names are associated with our most interesting recol- lections, are there associated with natural scenery prodigal of beauty, and illuminated by a resplendent sun and a pure atmosphere. I can conceive nothing more beautiful than those enchanted banks from Reole to Agen. Groups of trees, Gothic towers, old castles, venerable steeples, which then, alas ! no longer called the Catholics to prayer. Alas ! at that time, even the bells were absent, they no longer called the faithful to the house of God. Every thing was sad and deserted around that antique porch. The grass was growing between the stones of the tombs in the nave; and the shepherd was afar off, preaching the word of God in distant land's, while his ilock, deprived of the Bread of Life, beheld their infants springing up around them, without any more religious instruction than the savages of the desert." I. 166. The fact here mentioned of the total want of religious instruction- in the people of the country in France, is by far the most serious consequence which has followed the tempests of the Revolution. The thread of religious in- struction from parent to child, has, for the first time since the introduction of Christianity in the western world, been broken over nearly a whole nation. A whole generation has not only been born, but educated and bred up to manhood, without any other religious impres- sions than what they received from the tradi- tions of their parents. Lavalette has recorded, that during the campaigns of Napoleon in Italy, the soldiers never once entered a church, and looked upon the ceremonies of the Catho- lics in the same way as they would have done on the superstition of Hindostan or Mexico. So utterly ignorant were they of the elements even of religious knowledge, that when they crossed from Egypt into Syria, they knew not that they were near the places celebrated in Holy Writ; they drank without consciousness at the fountains of Moses, wound without emotion round the foot of Mount Sinai, and quartered at Bethlehem and on Mount Carmel, ignorant alike of the cradle of Christianity, or of the glorious efforts of their ancestors in those scenes to regain possession of the Holy Sepulchre. What the ultimate consequences of this universal and unparalleled break in religious instruction must he, it is not difficult to fore- tell. The restoration of the Christian worship by Napoleon, the efforts of the Bourbons during 34 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. fifteen years to restore its sway, have proved in a great degree nugatory : Christianity, re- appearing in the garb of political power, has lost its original and destined hold of the peo- ple ; it is regarded by all the ardent and impe- tuous part of the nation, as a mere collection of antiquated prejudices or nursery tales, adopted by government for political purposes, and fitted only to enslave and fetter the human mind. The consequence has been, an univer- sal emancipation of the nation, in towns at least, from the fetters of religion, a dissolu- tion of manners pervading the middling and lower orders to a degree unparalleled in mo- dern Europe, and an universal inclination in the higher to adopt selfish maxims in life, and act upon the principles of individual interest and elevation. This is the great feature of modern society in France, the distinguishing characteristic which is alike deplored by their writers, and observed by the strangers who visit their country. They are fast descending into the selfishness and egotism which, in ancient times, were the invariable forerunners of political decline. This character has be- come incapable of sustaining genuine freedom ; from the fountains of selfishness its noble streams never yet flowed. The tempests of democracy will for a time agitate France, because the people will long strive to shake off the restraints of government and feligion, in order that no fetters may be imposed on their passions ; when they have discovered, as they will soon do, that this leads only to universal suffering, they will sink down quietly and for ever under the shadow of des- potism. And this will be the consequence and the punishment of their abandonment of that which constitutes the sole basis of lasting or general freedom the Christian religion and private virtue. One of the convulsions attended with the least suffering in the whole course of the Re- volution, was the 13th Vendemiare, 1795, when Napoleon, at the head of the troops of the Convention, 5000 strong, defeated 40,000 of the National Guard of Paris, on the very ground at the Tuileries, which was rendered famous, thirty-five years after, by the over- throw of Charles X. and the dynasty of the Bourbons. The following description, how- ever, conveys a lively picture of what civil war is, even in its least horrible forms. " During some hours, we flattered ourselves that matters would be arranged between the National Guards and the Convention ; but suddenly at half-past four the cannon began to discharge. Hardly was the first report heard, when the reply began on all sides. The effect was immediate and terrible on my poor father; he uttered a piercing cry, and calling for succour, was soon seized with a violent delirium. In vain we gave him the soothing draughts which had been prescribed by M. Duchesnois. All the terrific scenes of the Re- volution passed before his eyes, and every new discharge which was heard pierced him to the heart. What a day ! what a night ! Our windows were broken to pieces ; towards the evening the section retired, and they fought under our eyes ; but when they came to the church of St. Roch, and the theatre of the Re- public, it seemed as if the house would fall to pieces. "My father was in agony; he cried, he wept. Never shall I forget the horrors of that terrible time. Our terrors rose to the highest pitch, when we heard that barricades were erected in the Rue de la Loi. Every hour of that dreadful night was to me like the hour of the damned, of which Father Bridagne speaks, Toujours jamais. I loved my father with the sincerest affection, and I adored my mother. I saw the one dying with the discharges of can- non, which resounded in his ears, while the other, stretched at the foot of that bed of death, seemed ready to follow him. There are some recollections which are eternal ; never will the remembrance of that dreadful night, and of those two days, be effaced from my memory ; they are engraven on my mind with a burning iron." I. p. 190. Salicetti fell ill in their house, from anxiety on account of the fate of Rome and his accom- plices, who were brought to trial for a con- spiracy to restore the Reign of Terror. The picture she gives of his state of mind when on the bed of sickness, is finely descriptive of the whirl of agony which infidelity and democracy produce. "We had soon a new torment to undergo; Salicetti fell ill. Nothing can equal the hor- rors of his situation ; he was in a high fever, and delirious ; but what he said, what he saw, exceeds any thing that can be conceived. I have read many romances which portrayed a similar situation. Alas! how their description falls short of the t truth ! Never have I read any thing which approached it Salicetti had no religion ; that added to the horrors of these dreadful scenes. He did not utter complaints ; blasphemies were eternally poured forth. The death of Rome and his friends produced the most terrible effect on his mind; their tragic fate was incessantly present to his thoughts. One, in particular, seemed never to quit his bedside ; he spoke to him, he listened, he answered ; the dialogues between them, for he answered for his dead friend, were enough to turn our brains. Sometimes he fancied him- self in a chamber red with blood. But what caused me more terror than all the rest, was the low and modulated tone of his voice during his delirium; it would appear that terror had mastered all his other faculties, even the acutest sufferings. No words can convey an idea of the horror inspired by that pale and extenuated man, uttering, on a bed of death, blasphemies and anathemas in a voice modu- lated and subdued by terror. I am at a loss to convey the impression of what I felt, for, though so vividly engraven on my memory, I know not how to give it a name." I. p. 156. It is well sometimes to follow the irreligious and the Jacobins to their latter end. How desperately do these men of blood then quail under the prospect of the calamities they have inflicted on others; how terribly does the evil they have commitled return on their own heads; how infinitely does the scene drawn from the life, exceed all that the imagination of Dante could conceive of the terrible ! NAPOLEON. 35 It is well known what a dreadful famine prevailed in Paris for some time after the sup- pression of the revolt of the 13th Vendemiare. Our authoress supplies us with several anec- dotes, highly characteristic of the period, and which place Bonaparte's character in a very favourable light. " At that period famine prevailed in Paris, with more severity than anywhere else in France ; the people were literally suffering under want of bread ; the other necessaries of life were not less deficient. What an epoch ! Great God ! the misery was frightful the depreciation of the assignats went on aug- menting with the public suffering the poor, totally without work, died in their hovels, or issuing forth in desperation, joined the rob- bers, who infested all the roads in the country. " Bonaparte was then of great service to us. We had white bread 'for our own consump- tion; but our servants had only the black bread of the Sections, which was unwholesome and hardly eatable. Bonaparte sent us every day some rolls for breakfast, which he came to eat with us with the greatest satisfaction. At that period, I can affirm with confidence, since he associated me in his acts of benefi- cence, that Napoleon saved the lives of above a hundred families. He made domiciliary dis- tributions of bread and wood, which his situa- tion as military commander enabled him to do. I was intrusted with the division of these gifts among ten families, who were- dying of famine. The greater part of them lodged in the Rue St. Nicholas, close to our house. That street was inhabited at that time by the poorest class. No one who has not ascended one of its crowded stairs, has an idea of what real misery is. "One day Bonaparte, coming to dine at my mother's, was stopped in alighting from his carriage by a woman, who bore the dead body of an infant in her arms. It was the youngest of six children. Misery and famine had dried up her milk. Her little child had just died it was not yet cold. Seeing every day an officer with a splendid uniform alight at our house, she came to beg bread from him, 'in order,' as she expressed it, 'that her otter infants should not share the fate of the youngest and if I get nothing, I will take the whole five, and we will throw ourselves together into the river.' " This was no vain threat on the part of that unhappy woman, for at that period suicides succeeded each other every day. Nothing was talked of but the tragic end of some family. Bonaparte entered the room with the expres- sion of melancholy, which did not leave him during the whole of dinner. He had at the moment given a few assignats to that unhappy woman; but after we rose from table, he begged my mother to make some inquiries concerning her. She did so, and found that her story was all true, and that she was of good character. Napoleon paid her the wages due to her deceased husband by the govern- ment, and got for her a small pension. She succeeded in bringing up her children, who ever after retained the most lively sense of gratitude towards ' the General,' as they called their benefactor." I. 195. The Duchess gives a striking picture of the difference in the fashions and habits of living which has resulted from the Revolution. Be- ing on a subject where a woman's observations are more likely to be accurate than those of a man, we willingly give a place to her observa- tions. " Transported from Corsica to Paris at the close of the reign- of Louis XV., my mother had imbibed a second nature in the midst of the luxuries and excellencies of that period. We flatter ourselves that we have gained much by our changes in that particular; but we are quite wrong. Forty thousand livres a year, fifty years ago, would have commanded more luxury than two hundred thousand now. The elegancies that at that period surrounded a woman of fashion cannot be numbered ; a profusion of luxuries were in common use, of which even the name is now forgotten. The furniture of her sleeping apartment the bath in daily use the ample folds of silk and velvet which covered the windows the perfumes which filled the room ; the rich laces and dresses which adorned the wardrobe, were widely dif- ferent from the ephemeral and insufficient articles by which they have been replaced. My opinion is daily receiving confirmation; for every thing belonging to the last age is daily coming again into fashion, and I hope soon to see totally expelled all those fashions of Greece and Rome, which did admirably well under the climate of Rome or Messina, but are ill adapted for our vent du bize and cloudy atmosphere. A piece of muslin suspended on a gilt rod, is really of no other use but to let a spectator see that he is behind the cur- tain. It is the same with the imitation tapestry the wallSj six inches thick, which neither keep out the heat in summer, nor the cold in winter. All the other parts of modern dress and furniture are comprised in my anathema, and will always continue to be so. "It is said that everything is simplified, and brought down to the reach of the most moderate fortunes. That is true in one sense ; that is to say, our confectioner has muslin curtains and gilt rods at his windows, and his wife has a silk cloak as well as ourselves, be- cause it is become so thin that it is indeed accessible to every one, but it keeps no one warm. It is the same with all the other stuffs. We must not deceive ourselves; we have gamed nothing by all these changes. Do not say, 'So much the better, this is equality.' By no means ; equality is not to be found here, any more than it is in England, or America, or anywhere, since it cannot exist. The conse- quence of attempting it is, that you will have bad silks, bad satins, bad velvets, and that is all. "The throne of fashion has encountered during the Revolution another throne, and it has been shattered in consequence. The French people, amidst their dreams of equali- ty, have lost their own hands. The large and soft arm-chairs, the full and ample draperies, the cushions of eider down, all the other deli- cacies which we alone understood of all the ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. European family, led only to the imprison- ment of their possessors ; and if you had the misfortune to inhabit a spacious hotel, within a court, to void the odious noise and smells of the street, you had your throat cut. That mode of treating elegant manners put them out of fashion ; they were speedily abandoned, and the barbarity of their successors still so lingers amongst us, that every day you see put into the lumber-room an elegant Grecian chair which has broken your arm, and canopies which smell of the stable, because they are stuffed with hay. "I growl because I am growing old. If I saw that the world was going the way it should, I would say nothing, and would perhaps adopt the custom of our politicians, which is, to em- brace the last revolution with alacrity, \vhat- ever it may be. See how comfortable this is, say our young men, who espouse the cause of the last easy chair which their upholsterer has made for them, as of the last of the thirteen or fifteen constitutions which have been manu- factured for them during the last forty years. I will follow their example ; I will applaud every thing, even the new government of Louis Philippe ; though, it must be confessed, that to do so requires a strong disposition to see every thing in the most favourable colours." I. 197, 198. The authoress apologizes frequently for these and similar passages, containing details on the manners, habits, and fashions during the period in which she lived ; but no excuse is required for their insertion. Details of ball- dresses, saloons, operas, and theatres, may appear extremely trifling to those who have only to cross the street to witness them ; but they become very different when they are read after the lapse of centuries, and the accession of a totally different set of manners. They, are the materials from which alone a graphic and interesting history of the period can be framed. What would we give for details of this sort on the era of Caesar and Pompey? with what eagerness do we turn to the faithful pages of Froissart and Monstrellet for similar informa- tion concerning the chivalrous ages ; and with what delight do we read the glowing pictures in Ivanhoe and the Crusaders, in Quentin Durward and Kenilworth, of the manners, customs, and habits of fhose periods? To all appearance, the world is changing so rapidly under the pressure of the revolutionary tem- pest, that, before the lapse of many genera* tions, the habits of our times will be as much the object of research to the antiquary, and of interest to the historian, as those of Richard Coaur de Lion or the Black Prince are to- our age. We have mentioned above, that Napoleon's interest in Madame Permon appeared to have been stronger than that of mere friendship. The following passage contains the account of a declaration and refusal, which never pro- bably before were equalled since the beginning of the world : " Napoleon came one day to my mother, a considerable time after the death of my father, and proposed a marriage between his sister Pauline and my brother Permon. 'Permon has some fortune,' said he; 'my sister has nothing: but I am in a situation to do much for my connections, and I could procure an advantageous place for her husband. That alliance would render me happy. You know how beautiful my sister is : My mother is your friend : Come, say Yes, and all will be settled.' " My mother answered, that her son must answer for himself; and that she would make no attempt to influence his choice. " Bonaparte admitted that my brother was a young man so remarkable, that, though he was only twenty-five years of age, he had judgment and talents adequate to any situa- tion. What Bonaparte proposed was extreme- ly natural. He contemplated a marriage be- tween a girl of sixteen and a young man of twenty-five, who had L.500 a year, with a handsome exterior; who drew as well as his, master, Vernet; played on the harp much better than his master, Kromphultz; spoke English, Italian, and modern Greek, as well as a native, and had such talents as had made his official duties in- the army of the south a matter of remark. Such was the person whom Napoleon asked for his sister; a ravishing beauty and good daughter, it is true ; but that was all. " To this proposal Napoleon added another ; that of a union between myself and Joseph or Jerome. 'Jerome is younger than Laurette,' said my mother, laughing. 'In truth, my dear Napoleon, you have become a high-priest to- day; you must needs marry all the world, even children.' Bonaparte laughed also, but with an embarrassed air. He admitted that that morning, in rising, a gale of marriage had blown, ove'r him, 'and to prove it,' said he, taking the hand of my mother, and kissing it, 'I am resolved to commence the union of our families by asking you to marry myself as soon as the forms of society will permit." " My mother has frequently told me that ex- traordinary scene, which I know as if I had been present at it. She looked at Bonaparte for some seconds with an astonishment bor- dering on stupefaction ; then she began to laugh so immoderately that we all heard it, though we were in the next room. " Napoleon was highly offended at the mode in which a proposal, which appeared to him perfectly natural, was received. My mother, who perceived what he felt, hastened to ex- plain herself, and to show that it was at the thoughts of the ridiculous figure which she herself would make in such an event, that she was so much amused. ' My dear Napoleon,' said she, when she had done laughing, 'let us speak seriously. You imagine you know my age, but you really do not: I will not tell you, for I have a slight weakness in that respect: I will only say, I am old enough, not only to be your mother, but the mother of Joseph. Let us put an end to this pleasantry; it grieves me when coming from you.' "Bonaparte told her that he was quite se- rious; that the age of his wife was to him a matter of no importance, provided she had not the look, like her, of being above thirty years old; that he had deliberately considered what NAPOLEON. he had just said ; and he added these remark- able words: ' I wish 10 marry. My friends wish me to marry a lady of the Fauxbourg St. Germain, who is charming and agreeable. My old friends are averse to this connection, and the one I now propose suits me better in many respects. Reflect.' My mother interrupted the conversation by saying, that her mind was made up as to herself; and that as to her son, she would give him an answer in a day or two. She gave him her hand at parting, and said, smiling, that, though she had not entirely given up the idea of conquests, she could not go just so far as to think of subduing a heart of six-and-twenty ; and that she hoped their friendship would not be disturbed by this little incident. ' But at all events,'' said Napoleon, * consider it well.' ' Well, I will consider it,' said she, smiling in her sweetest manner, and so they parted. " After I was married to Junot, and he heard it, he declared that it appeared less surprising to him than it did to us. Bonaparte, at the epoch of the 13th Vendemiare, was attached to the war committee. His projects, his plans, all had one object, and that was the East. My mother's name of Comnene, with' her Grecian descent, had a great interest in his imagination. The name' of Calomeros, united with Comnene, might have powerfully served his ambition in that quarter. 'The great secret of all these marriages,' said Junot, 'was in that idea.' I believe he was right." I. pp. 202, 203. All the proposed marriages came to nothing ; the duchess's brother refused Pauline, and she herself Joseph. They little thought, that the one was refusing the throne of Charlemagne, the other that of Charles V., and the third, the most beautiful princess in Europe. The following picture of three of the most celebrated women in the Revolution, one of whom evidently contributed "by her influence to the fall of Robespierre, shows that the fair authoress is not less a master of the subject more peculiarly belonging to her sex. " Madame D. arrived late in the ball-room. The great saloon was completely filled. Ma- dame D., who was well accustomed to such situations, looked around her to see' if she could discover a seat, when her eyes were' arrested by the figure of a young and charm- ing person, with a profusion of light tresses, looking around her with her fine blue eyes, with a timid air, and offering the most perfect image of a young sylph. She was in the act of being led to her seat by M. de Trenis, which showed that she was a beautiful dancer ; for he honoured no one with his hand, but those who might receive the title of la belle danseuse. The young lady, after having bowed blushing to the Vestris of the room, sat down beside a lady who had the appearance of being her elder sister, and whose extremely elegant dress was attracting the attention of all around her. ' Who are these ladies ]' said Madame D. to the Count de Haulefort, on whose arm she was leaning. 'Do you not know the Vis- countess Beauharnais and her daughter Hor tense V " ' My God !' said the Count, ' who is that beautiful woman?' who at that moment en- tered the room, and towards whom all eyes were immediately turned. That lady was of a stature above the ordinary ; but the per- fect harmony in her proportions prevented you from perceiving that she was above the ordinary size. It was the Venus of the Capi- tol, but more beautiful than the work of Phi- dias. You saw the same perfection in the arms, neck, and feet, and the whole figure animated by an expression of benevolence, which told at once, that all that beauty was but the magic reflection of a mind animated only by the most benevolent and generous feelings. Her dress had no share in contri- buting to her, beauty; for it was a simple robe of Indian muslin arranged in drapery like the antique, and held together on the shoulders by two splendid cameos ; a girdle of gold, which encircled her figure, was ele- gantly clasped in the same way; a large gold- en bracelet ornamented her arm ; her hair, black and luxuriant, was dressed without tresses, a la Titus ; over her white and beauti- ful shoulders was thrown a superb shawl of redcachemere, a dress at that period extremely rare, and highly in request. It was thrown round her in the most elegant and picturesque manner, forming thus a picture of the most ravishing beauty. It was Madame Tallien, so well knovyn for her generous efforts at the time of the fall of Robespierre." I. 222. This description suggests one observation, which must strike every one who is at all fami- liar with the numerous French female memoirs which have issued from the Parisian press within these few years. This is the extraor- dinary accuracy with which, at any distance of time, they seem to have the power of re- calling, not only the whole particulars of a ball-room or opera, but even the dresses worn by the ladies on these occasions. Thus the ball here described took place in 1797. Yet the duchess has no sort of difficulty in re- counting the whole particulars both of the people "and dresses in 1830, three-and-thirty years after. We doubt extremely whether any woman in England could give as accu- rate an account within a month after the event. Nor does there seem to be any ground for the obvious remark that these descriptions are all got up ex post facto, without any foun- dation in real life ; for the variety and accu- racy with which they are given evidently demonstrates, that however much the colours may have been subsequently added, the out- lines of the sketch were taken from nature. As little is there any ground for the suspicion, that the attention of the French women is ex- clusively occupied with these matters, to the exclusion of more serious considerations; for these pages are full of able and sometimes profound remarks on politics, events, and characters, such as would have done credit to the clearest head in Britain. We can only suppose that the vanity which, amidst many excellencies, is the undoubted characteristic both of the men and women in France, is the cause of this extraordinary power in their female writers, and that the same disposition which induces their statesmen and heroes to D 38 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. record daily the victories of their diplomacy and arms, leads their lively and intelligent Jadies to commit to paper all that is particu- larly remarkable in private life, or descriptive of their triumphs in the field of love; Some interesting details are preserved, as to the reception of Napoleon in Paris by the Directory after the Revolution of the 18th Fructidor. The following quotations exhibit the talent of the author, both for the lighter and more serious subjects of narrative in the best light: " Junot entered at first into the famous bat- talion of volunteers of the Cote d'or. After the surrender of Longwy they were moved to Toulon ; it was the most terrific period of the Revolution. Junot was then a sergeant of grenadiers, an honour which he received from the voluntary election of his comrades on the field of battle. Often, in recounting to me the first years of his adventurous life, he has de- clared that nothing ever gave him such a de- lirium of joy, as when his comrades, all, he said, as brave as himself, named him sergeant on the field of battle, and he was elevated on a seat formed of crossed bayonets, still reek- ing with the blood of their enemies." It was at that time that, being one day, during the siege of Toulon, at his post at the battery of St. Culottes, an officer of artillery, who had recently come from Paris to direct the operations of the siege, asked from the officer who commanded the post for a young non-commissioned officer who had at once in- telligence and boldness. The officer immedi- ately called for Junot; the officer surveyed him with that eye which alreadybegan to take the measure of human capacity. "'You will change your dress,' said the commander, 'and you will go there to bear this order.' He showed him with his hand a spot at a distance on the same side. The young sergeant blushed up to the eyes ; his eyes kindled with fire. ' I am not a SPT,' said he, 'to execute their orders; seek another to bear them.' 'Do you refuse to obey V said the superior officer; 'do you know to what punish- ment you expose yourself in so doing V 'I am ready to obey,' said Junot, ' but 1 will go in my uniform, or not at all.' The comman- der smiled, and looked at him attentively. 'But if you do, they will kill you.' 'What does that signify]' said Junot; 'you know me little to imagine I would be pained at such an occurrence, and, as for me, it is all one come, I go as I am ; is it not so V And he set off singing. " Alter he was gone, the superior officer asked, ' What is the name of that young man?' 'Junot,' replied the other. The commanding officer then wrote his name in his pocket-book. ' He will make his way,' he replied. This judgment was already of decisive importance to Junot, for the reader must readily have divined that the officer of artillery was Na- poleon. "A few days after, being on his rounds at the same battery, Bonaparte asked for some one who could write well. Junot stepped out of the ranks and presented himself. Bona- parte recognised him as the sergeant who had already fixed his attention. He expressed his satisfaction at seeing him, and desired him to place himself so as to write under his dicta- tion. Hardly was the letter done, when a bomb, projected from the English batteries, fell at the distance of ten yards, and, exploding, covered all present with gravel and dust. ' Well,' said Junot, laughing, ' we shall at least not require sand to dry the ink.' " Bonaparte fixed his eyes on the young ser- geant ; he was calm, and had not even quivered at the explosion. That event decided his for- tune. He remained attached to the com- mander of artillery, and returned no more to his corps. , At' a subsequent time, when the town surrendered, and Bonaparte was ap- pointed General, Junot asked no other recom- pense for his brave conduct during the siege, but to be named his aid-de-camp. He and Muiron were the first who served him in that capacity." I. 268. A singular incident, which is stated as hav- ing happened to Junot at the battle of Lonato, in Italy, is recorded in the following curious manner: " The evening before the battle of Lonato, Junot having been on horseback all the day, and rode above 20 leagues in carrying the orders of the General-in-Chief, lay down over- whelmed with fatigue, without undressing, and ready to start up at the smallest signal. Hardly was he asleep, when he dreamed he was on a field of battle, surrounded by the dead and the dying. Before him was a horse- man, clad in armour, with whom he was en- gaged ; that cavalier, instead of a lance, was armed with a v scythe, with which he struck Junot several blows, particularly one on the left temple. The combat was long, and at length they seized each other by the middle. In the struggle the vizor, the casque of the horseman, fell off, and Junot perceived that he was fighting with a skeleton ; soon the armour fell off", and death stood before him armed with his scythe. ' I have not been able to take you,' said he, 'but I will seize one of your best friends. Beware of me !' " " Junot awoke, bathed with sweat. The morning was beginning to dawn, and he could not sleep from the impression he had received. He felt convinced that one of his brother aid- de-camps, Muiron or Marmont, would be slain in the approaching fight. In effect it was so : Junot received two wounds one on the left temple, which he bore to his grave, and the other on the breast ; but Muiron was shot through the heart." I. 270. The two last volumes of this interesting work, published a few weeks ago, are hardly equal in point of importance to those which contained the earlier history of Napoleon, but still they abound with interesting and curious details. The following picture of the religion which grew up ir- France on the ruins of Christianity, is singularly instructive : " It is well known, that during the revolu- tionary troubles of France, not only all the churches were closed, but the Catholic and Protestant worship entirely forbidden ; and, after the Constitution of 1795, it was at the hazard of one's life that either the mass was NAPOLEON. heard, or any religious duty performed. It is evident that Robespierre, who unquestionably had a design which is now generally under- j stood, was desirous, on the day of the fete of the Supreme Being, to bring back public opinion to the worship of the Deity. Eight months before, we had seen the Bishop of Paris, accompanied by his clergy, appear vo- luntarily at the bar of the Convention, to abjure the Christian faith and the Catholic religion. But it is not as generally known, that at that period Robespierre was not omnipotent, and could not carry his desires into effect. Nu- merous factions then disputed with him the supreme authority. It was not till the end of 1793, and the beginning of 1794, that his power was so completely established that he could venture to act up to his intentions. "Robespierre was then desirous to establish the worship of the Supreme Being, and the belief of the immortality of the soul. He felt that irreligion is the soul of anarchy, and it was not anarchy but despotism which he. de- sired ; and yet the very day after that magnifi- cent fete in honour of the Supreme Being, a man of the highest celebrity in science, and as distinguished for virtue and probity as philosophic genius, Lavoisier, was led out to the scaffold. On the day following that, Madame Elizabeth, that princess whom the executioners could not guillotine, till they had turned aside their eyes from the sight of her angelic visage, stained the same axe with her blood! And a month after, Robespierre, who wished to restore order for his own purposes who wished to still the bloody waves which for years had inundated the state, felt that all his efforts would be in vain if the masses who supported his power were not restrained and directed, because without order nothing but ravages and destruction can prevail. To en- sure the government of the masses, it was in- dispensable that morality, religion, and belief should be established and, to affect the mul- titude, that religion should be clothed in ex- ternal forms. 'My friend,' said Voltaire, to the atheist Damilaville, 'after you have supped on well-dressed partridges, drank your spark- ling champagne, and slept on cushions of down in the arms of your mistress, I have no fear of you, though you do not believe in God. But if you are perishing of hunger, and I meet you in the corner of a wood, I would rather dispense with your company.' But when Robespierre wished to bring back to some- thing like discipline the crew of the vessel which was fast driving on the breakers, he found the thing was not so easy as he ima- gined- To destroy is easy to rebuild is the difficulty. He was omnipotent to do evil; but the day that he gave the first sign of a disposi- tion to return to order, the hands which he himself had stained with blood, marked his forehead with the fatal sign of destruction." VI. 34, 35. After the fall of Robespierre, a feeble attempt was made, under the Directory, to establish a religious system founded on pure Deism. To the faithful believer in Revelation, it is inte- resting to trace the rise and fall of the first attempt in the history of the world to es- tablish such a faith as the basis of national religion. ' I 1 1 der the Directory, that brief and deplora- ble government, a new sect established itself in France. Its system was rather morality than religion ; it affected the utmost tolerance, recognised all religions, and had no other faith than a belief in God. Its votaries were termed the Theophilanthropists. It was during the year 1797 that this sect arose. I was once tempted to go to one of their meetings. Lare- veilliere Lepaux, chief grand priest and pro- tector of the sect, was to deliver a discourse. The first thing that struck me in the place of assembly, was a basket filled with the most magnificent flowers of July, which was then the season, and another loaded with the most splendid fruits. Every one knows the grand altar of the church of St. Nicholas in the Fields, with its rich Corinthian freize. I sus- pect the* Theophilanthropists had chosen that church on that account for the theatre of their exploits, in a spirit of religious coquetry. In truth, their basket of flowers produced an ad- mirable effect on that altar of the finest Grecian form, and mingled in perfect harmony with the figures of angels which adorned the walls. The chief pronounced a discourse, in which he spoke so well, that, in truth, if the Gospel had not said the same things infinitely better, some seventeen hundred and ninety-seven years be- fore, it would have been decidedly preferable either to the Paganism of antiquity, or the mythology of Egypt or India. "Napoleon had the strongest prejudice against that sect. ' They are comedians,' said he ; and when some one replied that nothing could be more admirable than the conduct of some of their chiefs, that Lareveilliere Lepaux was one of the most virtuous men in Paris ; in fine, that' their morality consisted in nothing but virtue, good faith, and charity, he replied ** 'To what purpose is all that? Every sys- tem of morality is admirable. Apart from certain dogmas, more or less absurd, which were necessary to bring them down to the level of the age in which they were produced, what do you see in the morality of the Wid- ham, the Koran, tie Old Testament, or Confu- cius 1 Everywhere a pure system of morality, that is to say, you see protection to the weak, respect to- the laws, gratitude to God, recom- mended" and enforced. But the evangelists alone exhibit the union of all the principles of morality, detached from every kind of ab- surdity. There is something admirable, and not your common-place sentiments put into bad verse. Do you wish to see what is sub- lime, you and your friends the Theophilan- thropists? Repeat the Lord's Prayer. Your zea- lots,' added he, addressing a young enthusiast in that system, 'are desirous of the palm of martyrdom, but I will hot give it them ; nothing shall fall on them but strokes of ridicule, and I little know the French, if they do not prove mortal.' In truth, the result proved how well he had appreciated the French character. It perished after an ephemeral existence of five years, and left not a trace behind, but a few verses, preserved as a relic of that age of mental aberration." VI. 40 43. ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. This passage is very remarkable. Here we have the greatest intellect of the age, Napoleon himself, recurring to the Gospel, and to the Lord's Prayer, as the only pure system of re- ligion, and the sublimest effort of human com- position; and Robespierre endeavouring, in the close of his bloody career, to cement anew the fabric of society, which he had had so large a share in destroying, by a recurrence to reli- gious impressions ! So indispensable is devo- tion to the human heart; so necessary is it to the construction of the first elements of society, and so well may you distinguish the spirit of anarchy and revolution, by the irreligious ten- dency which invariably attends it, and prepares the overthrow of every national institution, by sapping the foundation of every private virtue. The arrest of the British residents over all France, on the rupture of the peace of Amiens, was one of the most cruel and unjustifiable acts of Napoleon's government. The following scene between Junot and the First Consul on this subject, is singularly characteristic of the impetuous fits of passion to which that great man was subject, and which occasionally be- trayed him into actions so unworthy of his general character. " One morning, at five o'clock, when day was just beginning to break, an order arrived from the First Consul to repair instantly to Malmai- son. He had been labouring till four in the morning, and had but just fallen asleep. He set off instantly, and did not return till five in the evening. When he entered he was in great agitation; his meeting with him had been stormy, and the conversation long. " When Junot arrived at the First Consul's, he found his figure in disorder; his features were contracted; and every thing announced one of those terrible agitations which made every one who approached him tremble. " ' Junot,' said he to his old aid-de-camp, ' are you still the friend on whom I can rely 1 Yes or no. No circumlocution.' " ' Yes, my General.' " ' Well then, before an hour is over, you must take measures instantly, so that all the English, without one single exception, shall be instantly arrested. Room enough for them will be found in the Temple, the Force, the Abbaye, and the other prisons of Paris ; it is indispen- sable that they should all be arrested. We must teach their government, that entrenched though they are in thgir isle, they can be reach- ed by an enemy who is under no obligation to treat their subjects with any delic'acy. The wretches,' said he, striking his fist violently on the table, 'they refuse Malta, and assign as a reason' : Here his anger choked his voice, and he was some time in recovering himself. 'They assign as a reason, that Lucien has in- fluenced, by my desire, the determinations of the Court of Spain, in regard to a reform of the Clergy; and they refuse to execute the Treaty of Amiens, on pretence that, since it was signed, the situation of the contracting parties had changed.' " Junot was overwhelmed ; but the cause of his consternation was not the rupture with England. It had been foreseen, and known for several days. But in the letters which were now handed to him he perceived a motive to authorize the terrible measure which Napoleon had commanded. He would willingly have given him his life, but now he was required to do a thing to the last degree repugnant to the liberal principles in which he had been trained. " The First Consul waited for some time for an answer; but seeing the attitude.of Junot, he proceeded, after a pause of some minutes, as if the answer had already been given. '" That measure must be executed at seven o'clock this evening. I am resolved that, this evening, not the most obscure theatre at Paris, not the most miserable restaurateur, should contain an Englishman within its walls.' " ' My General,' replied Junot, who had no\tf recovered his composure, ' you know not only my attachment to your person, but my devotion in every thing which regards yourself. Believe me, then, it is nothing but that devotion which makes me hesitate in obeying you, before en- treating you to take a few hours to reflect on the measure which you have commanded me to adopt.' , "Napoleon contracted his eye-brows. " ' Again !' said he. ' What ! is the scene of the other day so soon to be renewed 1 Lannes and you truly give yourselves extraordinary license. Duroc alone, with his tranquil air, does not think himself entitled to preach ser- mons to me. You shall find, gentlemen, by God, that I can square my hat as well as any man; Lannes has already experienced it; and I do not think he will enjoy much his eating of oranges at Lisbon. As for you, Junot, do not rely too much on my friendship. The day on which I ddubt of yours, mine is destroyed.' "'My General,' replied Junot, profoundly afflicted at being so much misunderstood, " it is not at the moment that I am giving you the strongest proof of my devotion, that you should thus address me. Ask my blood ; ask my life ; they belong to you, and shall be freely render- ed; but to order me to do a thing which will cover us all with ' '"Go on,' he interrupted, 'go on, by all means. What will happen to me because I retaliate on a perfidious government the inju- ries which it has heaped upon me?' '" It does not belong to me,' replied Junot, ' to decide upon what line of conduct is suit- able to you. Of this, however, I am well as- sured, that if any thing unworthy of your glory is attempted, it will be from your eyes being fascinated by the men, who only disquiet you by their advice, and incessantly urge you to measures of severity. Believe me, my Gene- ral, these men do you infinite mischief.' " ' W T ho do you mean ?' said Napoleon. " Junot mentioned the names of several, and stated what he knew of them. " ' Nevertheless, the.se men are devoted to me,' replied he. ' One of them said the other day, "If the First Consul were to desire me to kill my father, I would kill him." ' "'I know not, my General,' replied Junot, ' what degree of attachment to you it is, to sup- pose you capable of giving an order to a son to put to death his own father. But it matters not; when one is so unfortunate as to think in that manner, they seldom make it public.' NAPOLEON. 41 " Two years afterwards, the First Consul, who was then Emperor, spoke to me of that scene, after my return from Portugal, and told me that he was on the point of embracing Ju- not at these words: so much was he .struck with these noble expressions addressed to him, his general, his chief, the man on whom alone his destiny depended. 'For in fine,' said the Emperor, smiling, 'I must own I am rather unreasonable when I am angry, and that you know, Madame Junot.' " As for my husband, the conversation which he had with the First Consul was of the warm- est description. He went the length of remind- ing him, that at the departure of the ambassa- dor, Lord Whitworth, the most solemn assu- rances had been given him of the safety of all the English at Paris. 'There are,' said lie, * amongst them, women, children, and old men ; there are numbers, my General, who night and morning pray to God to prolong your days. They are for the most part persons engaged in trade, for almost all the higher classes of that na- tion have left Paris. The damage they would sustain from being all imprisoned, is immense. Oh, my General ! it is not for you whose noble and generous mind so well comprehends what- ever is grand in the creation, to confound a generous nation with a perfidious cabinet.' " VI. 406410. With the utmost difficulty, Junot prevailed on Napoleon to commute the original order, which had been for immediate imprisonment, into one for the confinement of the unfortu- nate British subjects in particular towns, where it is well known most of them lingered till de- livered by the Allies in 1814. But Napoleon never forgave this interference -with his wrath; and shortly after, Junot was removed from the government of Paris, and sent into honourable exile to superintend the formation of a corps of grenadiers at Arras. The great change which has taken place in the national character of France, since the Re- storation, has been noticed by all writers on' the subject. The Duchess of Abrantes' obser- vations on the subject are highly curious. "Down to the year 1800, the national cha- racter had undergone no material alteration. That character overcame all perils, disregard- ed all dangers, and even laughed at death it- self. It was this calm in the victims of 'the Revolution which gave the executioners their principal advantage. A friend of my acquaint- ance, who accidentally found himself sur- rounded by the crowd who were returning from witnessing the execution of Madame duBarri, heard two of the women in the street speaking to each other on the subject, and one said to the other, 'How that one cried out! If they all cry out in that manner, I will not return again to the executions.' What a volume of reflections arise from these few words spoken, with all the. unconcern of those barbarous days ! "The three years of the Revolution follow- ing 1793, taught us to weep, but did not teach us to cease to laugh. They laughed under the axe yet stained with blood ; they laughed as the victim slept at Venice under the burning irons which were to waken his dreams. Alas ! how deep must have been the wounds which have changed this lightsome character! For the joyous Frenchman laughs no more; and if he still has some happy days, the sun of gaiety has set for ever. This change has taken place during the fifteen years which have fol- lowed the Restoration; while the horrors of the wars of religion, the tyrannical reigns of Louis XI. and XIV., and even the bloody days of the Convention, produced no such effect." V. 142. Like all the other writers on the modern tate of France, of whatever school or party in politics, Madame Junot is horrified \vith the deterioration of manners, and increased vul- garity, which has arisen from the democratic invasions of later times. Listen to this ardent supporter 'of the revolutionary order of things, I on this subject : "At, that time, (1801,) the habits of good company were not yet extinct in Paris; of the old company of France, and not of what is now termed good company, and which prevailed thirty years ago only among postilions and stable-boys. At that period, men of good birth did not smoke in the apartments of their wives, be- cause they felt it to be a dirty and disgusting practice ; they generally washed their hands ; when- they went out to dine, or to pass the evening in a house of their acquaintance, they bowed to /he lady at its head in entering and retiring, and did not appear so abstracted in their thoughts as to behave as they would have done in an hotel. They were then careful not to turn, their back on those with whom they conversed, so as to show only ah ear or the point of a nose to those Vhom they addressed. They spoke of something else, besides those eternal politics on which no two can ever agree, and which give occasion only to the interchange of bitter expressions. There has sprung from these endless disputes, .disunion in families, the dissolution of the oldest friendships, and the growth of hatred which will continue till the grave. Experience proves that in these contests no one is ever convinced, and that each goes away more than ever persuaded of the truth of his own opinions. " The customs of the world now give me nothing but pain. From the bosom of the re- tirement where I have been secluded for these fifteen years, I can judge, without preposses- sion, of the extraordinary revolution in man- ners which has lately taken place. Old im- pressions are replaced, it is said, by new ones ; that is all. Are, then, the new ones superior? I cannot believe it. Morality itself is rapidly undergoing dissolution; every character is con- taminated, and no one knows from whence the poison is inhaled. Young men now lounge away their evenings in the box of a theatre, or the Boulevards, or carry on elegant conversa- tion with a fair seller of gloves and perfumery, make compliments on her lily and vermilion cheeks, and present her with a cheap ring, ac- companied with a gross and indelicate compli- 1 ment. Society is so disunited, that it is daily | becoming more vulgar, in the literal sense of j the word. Whence any improvement is to i arise, God only knows." V. 156, 157. While we are concluding these observations, 1)2 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. another bloody revolt has occurred at Paris ; the three glorious days of June have come to crown the work, and develope the consequences of the three glorious days of July.* After a desperate struggle, maintained with much greater resolution and vigour on the part of the insurgents than the insurrection which proved fatal to Charles X.; after Paris having been the theatre, for three days, of bloodshed and devastation ; after 75,000 men had been engaged against the Revolutionists; after the thunder of artillery had broken down the Re- publican barricades, and showers of grape- shot had thinned the ranks of the citizen-sol- diers, the military force triumphed, and peace was restored to the trembling city. What has been the consequence 1 All the forms of law have been suspended ; military commissions established ; domiciliary visits become univer- sal ; several thousand persons thrown into prison ; and, before this, the fusillades of the new heroes of the Barricades have announced to a suffering country that the punishment of their sins has commenced. The liberty of the press is destroyed, the editors delivered over to military commissions, the printing presses power, not freedom, but democracy, not ex- of the opposition journals thrown into the emption from tyranny, but the power of tyran- Seine, and all attempts at insurrection, or words tending to excite it, and all offences of the press tending to excite dissatisfaction or revolt, sequent sufferings of their country, and the total extinction of their liberties on the last occasion, were owing to their vacillation in the first revolt. They have now fought with the utmost fury against the people, as they did at Lyons, and French blood has amply stained their bayonets ; but it has come too late to wash out the stain of their former treason, or revive the liberties which it lost for their country. Polignae is now completely justified for all but the incapacity of commencing a change of the constitution with 5000 men, four pieces of cannon, and eight rounds of grape-shot to support it. The ordinances of Charles X., now adopted with increased severity by Louis Phi- lippe, were destined to accomplish, without bloodshed, that change which the fury of de- mocracy rendered necessary, and without which it has been found the Throne of the Barricades cannot exist. It is evident that the French do not know what freedom is. They had it under the Bourbons, as our people had it under the old constitution; but it would not content them, because it was not liberty, but handed over to military commissions, com- posed exclusively of officers! This is the freedom which the three glorious days have procured for France ! The soldiers were desperately chagrined and mortified at the result of the three days of July ; and well they might be so, as all the sub- nizing over others, that they desired. They gained their point, they accomplished their wishes, and the consequence has been, two years of suffering, followed by military des- potism. We always predicted the three glori- ous days would lead to this result; but the termination of the drama has come more rapidly than the history of the first Revolution led us to anticipate. BOSSUET. To those who study only the writers of a particular period, or have been deeply im- mersed in the literature of a certain age, it is almost incredible how great a change is to be found in the human mind as it there appears, as compared with distant times, and how much even the greatest intellects are governed by the circumstances in which they arise, and the prevailing tone of the public mind with which they are surrounded. How much so- ever we may ascribe, and sometimes with justice ascribe, to the force and ascendant of individual genius, nothing is more certain than that, in the general case, it is external events and circumstances which give a certain bent to human speculation, and that the most original thought is rarely able to do much more than anticipate by a few years, the simul- taneous efforts of inferior intellects. Gene- rally, it will be found that particular seasons or periods in the great year of nations or of the world, bring forth their own appropriate * Written on the day when the accounts of the defeat of the ereat Revolt at the Cloister of Silleri by Louis Philippe and Marshal Soult were received. fruits : it is rarely that in June can be matured those of September. The changes which have made the greatest and most lasting alteration on the progress of science or the march of human affairs printing, gunpowder, steam navigation were brought to light, it is hardly known how, and. by several different persons, so nearly at the same time, that it is difficult to say to whom th palm of original invention is to be awarded. The discovery of fluxions, awarded by common consent to the unap- proachable intellect of Newton, was made about the same time by his contemporaries, Leibnitz and Gregory; the honours of original thought in political economy are divided be- tween Adam Smith and the French economists ; the improvements on the steam-engine were made in the same age by Watt and Arkwright; and the science of strategy was developed with equal clearness in the German treatise of the Archduke Charles, as the contemporary treatises of Jomini and Napoledn. The great- est intellect perceives only the coming light ; the rays of the rising sun strike first upon the summits of the mountains, but his ascending BOSSUET. 43 beams will soon illuminate the slopes on their sides, and the valleys at their feet. There is, however, a considerable variety in the rapidity with which the novel and ori- ginal ideas of different great men are com- municated to their contemporaries ; and hence the extraordinary difference between the early celebrity which some works, destined for future immortality, have obtained in comparison of others. This has long been matter of familiar observation to all persons at all acquainted with literary history. The works of some great men have at once stepped into that celebrity which was their destined meed through every subsequent age of the world, while the pro- ductions of others have languished on through a long period of obscurity, unnoticed by all save a few elevated minds, till the period arrived, when the world became capable of understanding their truth, or feeling their beauty. The tomb of Euripides, at Athens, bore that all Greece mourned at his obsequies. We learn from Pliny's Epistles, that even in his own lifetime, immortality was anticipated not only for Tacitus, but all who were noticed in his annals. Shakspeare, though not yet arrived' at the full maturity of his fame, was yet well known to, and enthusiastically ad- mired by his contemporaries. Lope de Vega amassed a hundred thousand crowns in the sixteenth century, by the sale of his eighteen hundred plays. Gibbon's early volumes ob- tained a celebrity in the outset nearly as great as his elaborate and fascinating work has since attained. In the next generation after Adam Smith, his principles were generally embraced, and largely acted upon by the legis- lature. The first edition of Robertson's Scot- laud sold off in a month ; and Sir Walter Scott, by the sale of his novels and poems, was able, in twenty years, besides entertaining all the literary society of Europe, to purchase the large estate, and rear the princely fabric, library, and armory of Abbotsford., Instances, on the other hand, exist in equal number, and perhaps of a still more striking character, in which the greatest and most pro- found works which the human mind has ever- produced have remained, often for a long time, unnoticed, till the progress of social affairs brought the views of others generally to a level with that of their authors. Bacon bequeathed his reputation in his last testament to the ge- neration after the next; so clearly did he per- ceive that more than one race of men must expire before the opinions of others attained the level of his own far-seeing sagacity. Burke advanced principles in his French Revolution of which we are now, only now," beginning, after the lapse of half a century, to feel the full truth and importance. Hume ,met with so little encouragement in the earlier volumes of his history, that but for the animating assu- rances of a few enlightened friends, he has him- self told us, he would have resigned his task in despair. Milton sold the Paradise Lost for five pounds, and that immortal work languished on with a very limited sale till, fifty years after- wards, it was brought into light by the criti- cisms of Addison. Campbell for years could not find a bookseller who would buy the Plea- sures of Hope. Coleridge and Wordsworth passed for little better than imaginative illu- minati with the great bulk of their contempo- raries. The principle which seems to regulate this remarkable difference is this : Where a work of genius either describes manners, characters, or scenes with which the great bulk of man- kind are familiar, or concerning which they are generally desirous of obtaining informa- tion ; or if it advance principles which, based on the doctrines popular with the multitude, lead them to new and agreeable results, or deduces from them conclusions slightly in advance of the opinions of the age, but lying in the same direction, it is almost sure of meeting with immediate popularity. Where, oh the other hand, it is founded on principles which are adverse to the prevailing current of public opinion where it sternly asserts the great principles of religion and morality, in opposition to the prejudices or passions of a corrupted age when it advocates the neces- sity of a rational and conservative govern- ment, in the midst of the fervor of innovation or the passion of revolution when it stigma- tizes present vices, or reprobates present follies, or portrays the consequences of present iniquity when it appeals to feelings and vir- tues which have passed from the breasts of the present generation the chances are that it will meet with present admiration only from a few enlightened or virtuous men, and that a different generation must arise, possibly a new race of mankind become dominant, before it attains that general popularity which is its destined and certain reward. On this account the chances are much against the survivance, for any considerable period, of any work, either on religion, politics, or morals, which has early attained to a very great celebrity, because the fact of its having done so is, in general, evidence of its having fallen in, to an extent inconsistent with truth, with the pre- vailing opinions and prejudices of the age. In such opinions there is almost always a consi- derable foundation of truth, but as conxmonly a large intermixture of error. Principles are, by the irreflecting mass, in general pushed too far; due weight is not given to the considera- tions on the other side ; the concurring influ- ence of other causes is either overlooked or disregarded. This is more particularly the case with periods of general excitement, whe- ther on religious or political subjects, inso- much that there is hardly an instance of works which attained an early and extraordinary celebrity at such eras having survived the fervour which gave them birth, and the gene- ral concurrence of opinion in which they were cradled. Where are now the innumerable polemical writings which issued both from the Catholic and Protestant divines during the fervour of the Reformation ? Where the forty thousand tracts which convulsed the nation in the course of the great Rebellion ? Where the deluge of enthusiasm and infidelity which overspread the world at the commencement of the French Revolution"? On the other hand, the works which have survived such periods of general fervour are those whose 44 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. authors boldly and firmly, resting on the in- ternal conviction of truth, set themselves to oppose the prevailing vices or follies of their age, and whose works, in consequence little esteemed by their contemporaries, have now risen into the purer regions of the moral at- mosphere, and now shine, far above the changes of mortality, as fixed stars in the highest heavens. Of this character is Bacon, whose sublime intellect, bursting the fetters of a narrow-minded age, outstripped by two centuries the progress of the human mind Jeremy Taylor, whose ardent soul, loathing the vices of his corrupted contemporaries, clothed the lessons of religion in the burning words of genius and Burke, whose earlier career, chained in the fetters of party, has now been forgotten in the lustre of the original and independent thoughts, adverse to the spirit of the age, which burst forth in his works on the French Revolution. In comparing, on subjects of political thought or social amelioration, the writings of the school of Louis XIV. with that of the Revolution, the progress of the human mind appears prodi- gious and so it will speedily appear from the quotations which we shall lay before our readers. But, in the general comparison of the two, there is one thing very remarkable, and which is exactly the reverse of what might d priori have been expected, and what the ig- norant vulgar or party writers still suppose to be the case this is the superior independence of thought, and bold declamation against the vices of the ruling power in the state, which the divines and moralists of the Grande Mo- narque exhibit, when compared with the cring- ing servility and oriental flattery which the writers of the Revolutionary school, whether in France or England, have never ceased to address to their democratic patrons and rulers invested with supreme authority. We need not remind our readers what is the language, even of able writers and profound thinkers of the modern democratic school, in regard to the sources of all abuse in government, and the quarter from whence alone any social im- provement can be expected. It is kings and aristocrats who are the origin of all oppres- sion and unhappiness ; it is their abuses and misgovernment which have ever been the real causes of public suffering; it is their insatia- ble avarice, rapacity, and selfishness which have in every age brought misery and desola- tion upon the humbler and more virtuous members of society. Where, then, is ameliora- tion to be looked for 1 ? and in what class of society is an antidote to be found to the in- herent vices and abuses of power 1 ? In the middle and lower ranks ; it is their virtue, intelligence, and patriotism which is the real spring of all public prosperity it is their un- ceasing labour and industry which is the source of all public wealth their unshaken constancy and courage which is at once the only durable foundation of national safety, and the prolific fountain of national glory. Princes may err, ministers may commit injustice ; but the people, when once enlightened by educa- tion, and intrusted with power, are never wrong the masses never mistake their real interests : their interests are on the side of good government of them it may truly be said, Vox populi, vox Dei. Such is the language which the democratic flatterers of these times incessantly address to the popular rulers of the state to the masses by whom popularity and eminence is to be won to the Government by whom patronage and power is distributed. From such degrading specimens of general servility and business, let us refresh our eyes, and redeem the honour of human nature, by turning to the thundering strains in which Bossuet and Fenelon impressed upon their courtly auditory and despotic ruler, the eternal doctrines of judgment to come, and the stern manner in which they traced to the vices or follies of princes the greater part of the evils which disturb the world. It is thus that Fenelon, in the name of Men- tor, addresses his royal pupil, the heir of the French monarchy: " A king is much less acquainted than pri- vate individuals with those by whom he is surrounded; every one around him has a mask on his visage ; every species of artifice is exhausted to deceive him alas ! Tele- maque ! you will soon experience this too bit- terly. The more extensive the kingdom is which you have to govern, the more do you stand in need of ministers to assist you in your labours, and the more are you exposed to the chances of misrepresentation. The ob- scurity of private life throws a veil over our faults, and magnifies the idea of the powers of men ; but supreme authority puts the virtues to the test^ and unveils even the most incon- siderable failing; grandeur is like the glasses which magnify all the objects seen through them. The whole world is occupied by ob- serving a single man, flattering his virtues, applauding his vices in his presence, execrat- ing them in his absence. Meanwhile, the king is but a man beset by all the humours, pas- sions, and iveaknesses of mortality ; surrounded by artful flatterers, who have all their objects to gain in leading him into vices. Hardly has he redeemed one fault, when he falls into another; such is the situation even of the most enlightened and virtuous kings ; what then must be the destiny of those who are de- praved ] " The longest and best reigns are frequently too short to repair the mischfef done, and often without intending it at their commencement. Royalty is born the heir to all these miseries ; human weakness often sinks under the load by which it is oppressed. Men are to be pitied for being placed under the government of one as weak and fallible as themselves ; the gods alone would be adequate to the due regulation of human affairs. Nor are kings less to be pitied, being but men ; that is to say, imperfect and fallible beings, and charged with the go- vernment of an innumerable multitude of cor- rupted and deceitful men. " The countries in which the authority of the sovereign is most absolute, are precisely those in which they enjoy least real power. They take, they raise every thing ; they alone pos- sess the state ; but meanwhile every class of society languishes, the fields are deserted, cities BOSSUET. 45 decline, commerce disappears. The king, who cannot engross in his own person the whole state, and who cannot increase in grandeur, but with the prosperity of his people, annihi- lates himself by degrees by the decay of riches and power in his subjects. His dominions become bereaved both of wealth and men ; the last decline is irreparable. His absolute power indeed gives him as many slaves as he has subjects ; he is flattered, adored, and his slightest wish is a law; every one around him trembles; but wait till the slightest revolution arrives, and that monstrous power, pushed to an extravagant excess, cannot endure; it has no foundation in the affections of the people ; it has irritated all the members of the state, and constrained them all to sigh after a change. At the first stroke which it receives, the idol is overturned, broken, and trampled under foot. Contempt, hatred, fear, resentment, distrust, in a word, all the passions conspire against so odious an authority. The king who, in his vain prosperity, never found a single man suf- ficiently bold to tell him the truth, will not find in his misfortune a single person either to ex- tenuate his faults or defend him against his enemies." Tclanaque, liv. xii. adfin. Passages similar to this abound in all the great ecclesiastical writers of the age of Louis XIV. and Louis XV. They are to be found profusely scattered through the works of Bos- suet, Massilon, Fenelon, and Bourdaloue. We have many similar passages marked, but the pressure of other matters more immediately connected with the object of this paper pre- cludes their insertion. Now this independence and boldness of thought and expression, in courtly churchmen, and addressed to a courtly auditory, is extremely remarkable. It was to the Grande Monarque and his numerous train of princes, dukes, peeresses, ladies, and. cour- tiers, that these eternal, but unpalatable truths were addressed ; it was the holders of all the church patronage of France, that were thus reminded of the inevitable result of misgo- vernment on the part of the ruling power. We speak much about the increasing kitelligence, spirit, and independence of the age ; neverthe- less we should like to see the same masculine cast of thought, the same caustic severity of expression applied to the vices and follies of the present holders of power by the expectants of their bounty, as was thus fearlessly rung into the ears of the despotic rulers of France by the titled hierarchy who had been raised to greatness by their support. We should like to see a candidate for popular suffrage on the hustings condemn, in equally unmeasured terms, the vices, follies, and passions of the people ; or a leading orator on the liberal side, portray in as vivid colours, from the Ministe- rial benches in the House of Commons, the inevitable consequences of democratic selfish- ness and injustice; or a favourite preacher on the Voluntary system, thunder, in no less for- cible language, in the ears of his astonished audience, the natural results of fervour and intrigue among popular constituencies. Alas ! we see none of these things; truth, which did venture to make itself heard, when sanctified by the Church, in the halls of princes, is ut- terly banished from the precincts of the many- headed despots ; and religion, which loudly proclaimed the universal corruption and weak- ness of humanity in the ears of monarehs, can- not summon up sufficient courage to meet, in iheir strongholds of power, the equally de- praved and selfish masses of the people. Aristotle has said that the courtier and the demagogue are not only nearly allied to each other, but are in fact the name 'men, varying not in their object, but in the quarter to which, according to the frame of government, they address their flattery; but this remarkable fact would seem to demonstrate that the latter is a more thorough and servile courtier than the former ; and that truth will more rarely be found in the assemblies of the multitude than in the halls of princes. In truth, the boldness and indignation of language conspicuous in the great ornaments of the French Church would be altogether in- explicable on merely worldly considerations ; and accordingly it will never be found among the irreligious and selfish flatterers of demo- cracy. It is religion alone, which, inspiring men with objects and a sense of duty above this world, can lead to that contempt of pre- sent danger, and that fearless assertion of eternal truth, in the presence of power, which has formed in every age the noblest attribute of the Christian Church. In the temporal courtiers of no age or country has there ever been found an example of the same courage- ous maintenance of principle and castigation of crime in defiance of the frowns of authority ; these worldly aspirants have ever been as servile and submissive to kings as the syco- phantish flatterers of a democratic multitude have been lavish in the praise of their in- tellectual wisdom. And the principle which rendered Bossuet and Fenelon the courageous assertor-s of eternal truth in the chapels and court of the Grand Monarque, was the same as that which inspired Latimer, the martyr of the English Church, with such heroic firm- ness in resisting the tyrannic injustice of Henry VIII. In the midst of the passions and cruelty of that blood-stained tyrant, the up- right prelate preached a sermon in his pre- sence at the Chapel-Royal, condemning, in the strongest terms, the very crimes to which every one knew the monarch was peculiarly addicted. Enraged beyond measure at the re- buke thus openly administered to his "plea- sant vices," Henry sent for Latimer, and threatened him with instant death if he did not on the next occasion retract all his cen- sures as openly as he had made them. The reproof got wind, and on the next Sunday the Royal Chapel was crowded with the courtiers, eager to hear the terms in which the inflexi- ble prelate was to recant his censures on the voluptuous tyrant. But Latimer ascended the pulpit, and after a long pause, fixing his eyes steadily on Henry, exclaimed, in the quaint language of the time, to which its inherent dignity has communicated eloquence "Be- think thee, Hugh Latimer! that thou art in the presence of thy worldly sovereign, who hath power to terminate thy earthly life, and cast all thy worldly goods into the flames : But 46 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. bethink thee also, Hugh Latimer! that thou art in the presence of thy Heavenly Father, whose right hand is mighty to destroy as to save, and who can cast thy soul into hell fire ;" and immediately began, in terms even severer and more cutting than before, to castigate the favourite vices and crimes of his indignant sovereign. The issue of the tale was different from what the cruel character of the tyrant might have led us to expect. Henry, who, with all his atrocity, was not on some occa- sions destitute of generous sentiments, was penetrated by the heroic constancy of the venerable prelate, and instead of loading him with chains, and sending him, as every one expected, to the scaffold, openly expressed his admiration of his courage, and took him more into favour than ever. The philosophical work of Bossuet, which has attained to most general celebrity, is his " Histoire Universelle ;" and Chateaubriand has repeatedly, in his later writings, held it up as an unequalled model of religious general- ization. We cannot concur in these eulogiums ; and in nothing perhaps does the vast progress of the human mind, during the last hundred and fifty years, appear more conspicuous than in comparing this celebrated treatise with the works on similar subjects of many men of in- ferior intellects in later times. The design of the work was grand and imposing; nothing less than a sketch of the divine government of the world in past ages, and an elucidation of the hidden designs of Providence in all the past revolutions of mankind. In this magnifi- cent attempt he has exhibited a surprising extent of erudition, and cast over the com- plicated thread of human affairs the eagle glance of genius and piety ; but he has not, in our humble apprehension, caught the spirit, or traced the real thread of divine administra- tion. He was too deeply read in the Old Testa- ment, too strongly imbued with the Fathers of the Church, to apprehend the manner in which Supreme Wisdom, without any special or mi- raculous interposition, works out the moral government of the world, and develops the objects of eternal foresight by the agency of human passions, virtues, and vices. His His- toric Theology is all tinged with the character of the Old Testament; it is the God of Battles whom he ever sees giving the victory to His chosen ; it is His Almighty Arm which he dis- cerns operating directly in the rise and the fall of nations. Voltaire said with truth that his " Universal History" is little more, than the History of the Jews. It was reserved for a future age to discern, in the complicated thread of human affairs, the operation not less certain, but more impartial, of general laws ; to see in human passions the moving springs of social improvement, and the hidden instruments of human punishment; to discern, in the rise and fall of nations, the operation, not so much of the active interposition, as of the general tendency of Divine power ; and in the efforts which the wicked make for their own aggran- dizement, or the scope which they afford to their own passions, the certain causes of ap- proaching retribution. That Providence ex- ercises an unceasing superintendence of human affairs, and that the consequences of public actions are subjected to permanent laws, the tendency of which in national, as in private life, is to make the virtues or vices of men as instruments of their own reward or punishment, is obvious upon the most cursory survey of history, as well as private life; and though it cannot be affirmed that the sequence is invariable, yet it is sufficiently frequent to warrant certain inferences as to the general character of the laws. We cannot affirm that every day in summer is to be warm, and every day in winter cold; but nevertheless, the gen- eral character of those periods is such as to warrant the conclusion that the rotation of the season was intended, and in general does pro- duce that variation on temperature, and the consequent checking and development of the fruits of the earth. But, as far as we can dis- cern, the intentions of the Supreme Being are here, as elsewhere, manifested by general laws ; the agents empl'oyed are the virtues, vices, and passions of men ; and the general plan of divine administration is to be gathered rather from an attentive consideration of the experi- enced consequences of human actions, than any occasional interposition to check or sus- pend the natural course of events. As a specimen of the mode in which Bossuet regards the course of events, we subjoin the concluding passage of his Universal History : "This long chain of causes and effects, on which the fate of empires depends, springs at once from the secrets of Divine Providence. God holds on high the balance of all kingdoms all hearts are in his hands ; sometimes he lets loose the passions sometimes he re- strains them ; by these means he moves the whole human race. Does he wish to raise up a conqueror he spreads terror before his arms, and inspires his soldiers with invincible courage. Does he wish to raise up legislators he pours into their minds the spirit of fore- sight and wisdom. He causes them to fore- see the evils which menace the state, and lay deep in wisdom the foundations of public tran- quillity. He knows that human intellect is ever contracted in some particulars. He then draws the film from its eyes, extends its views, and afterwards abandons it to itself blinds it, precipitates it to destruction. Its precautions become the snare which entraps ; its foresight the subtlety which destroys it. It is in this way that God exercises his redoubtable judg- ments according to the immutable laws of eternal justice. It is his invisible hand which prepares effects in their most remote causes, and strikes the fatal blows, the very rebound of which involves nations in destruction. When he wishes to pour out the vials of his wrath, and overturn empires, all becomes weak and vacillating in their conduct. Egypt, once so wise, became intoxicated, and faltered at every step, because the Most High had poured the spirit of madness into its counsels. It no longer knew what step to take ; it faltered, it perished. But let us not deceive ourselves ; God can restore when he pleases the blinded vision ; and he who insulted the blind- ness of others, himself falls into the most pro- found darkness, without any other cause being BOSSUET. 47 carried into operation to overthrow the longest j course of prosperity. " It is thus that God reigns over all people. Let us no longer speak of hazard or fortune, or speak of it only as a veil to our weakness an excuse to our ignorance. That which ap- pears chance to our uncertain vision is the effect of intelligence and design on the part of the Most High of the deliberations of that Supreme Council which disposes of all human affairs. " It is for this reason that the rulers of man- kind are ever subjected to a superior force which they cannot control. Their actions pro- duce greater or lesser effects than they in- tended ; their counsels have never failed to be attended by unforeseen consequences. Neither could they control the effect which the conse- quences of former revolutions produced upon j their actions, nor foresee the course of events destined to follow the measures in which they themselves were actors. He alone who held the thread of human affairs who knows what was, and is, and is to come foresaw and pre- destined the whole in his immutable council. "Alexander, in his mighty conquests, in- tended neither to labour for his generals, nor to ruin his royal house by his conquests. When the elder Brutus inspired the Roman people with an unbounded passion for free- dom, he little thought that he was implanting in their minds the seeds of that unbridled li- cense, destined one day to induce a tyranny more grievous than that of the Tarquins. When the Coesars nattered the soldiers with a view to their immediate elevation, they had no intention of rearing up a militia of tyrants for their successors and the empire. In a word, there is no human power which has not con- tributed, in spite of itself, to other designs than its own. God alone is able to reduce all things to his own will. Hence it is that every thing appears surprising when we regard only secon* dary causes ; and, nevertheless, all things ad- vance with a regulated pace. Innumerable unforeseen results of human councils eon- ducted the fortunes of Rome from Romulus to Charlemagne." Discours sur I' Hist. Univ. ad fin. It is impossible to dispute the grandeur of the glance which the Eagle of Meaux has cast over human- affairs in the ancient world. But without contesting many of his propositions, and, in particular, fully conceding the truth of the important observation, that almost all the greater public actions of men have been at- tended in the end by consequences different from, often the reverse of, those which they intended, we apprehend that the mode of Di- vine superintendence and agency will be found to be more correctly portrayed in the following passage from Blair an author, the elegance and simplicity of whose diction frequently dis- guises the profoundness of his thoughts, and the correctness of his observations of human affairs : " The system upon which the Divine Government at present proceeds plainly is, that men's own weakness should be appointed to correct them ; that sinners should be snared in the work of their own hand, and sunk in the pit which themselves have digged ; that the backslider in heart should be filled with his own ways. Of all the plans which couid be devised for the government of the world, this approves itself to reason as the wisest and most worthy of God; so to frame the constitu- tion of things, that the Divine laws should in a manner execute themselves, and carry their sanctions in their own bosom. When the vices of men require punishment to be in- flicted, the Almighty is at no loss for ministers of justice. A thousand instruments of ven- geance are at his command; innumerable arrows- are always in his quiver. But such is the profound wisdom of his plan, that no pe- culiar interposals of power are requisite. He has no occasion to step from his throne, and to interrupt the order of nature. With the majesty and solemnity which befits Omnipo- tence, he pronounces, 'Ephraim has gone to his idols : let him alone.' He leaves trans- gressors to their own guilt, and punishment follows of course. Their sins do the work of justice. They lift the scourge ; and with every stroke which they inflict on the criminal, they mix this severe admonition, that as he is only reaping the fruit of his own actions, he de- serves all that he suffers." BLAIR, iv. 268, Serm. 14. The most eloquent and original of Bossuet's writings is his funeral oration on Henrietta, Queen of England, wife of the unfortunate Charles I. It was natural that such an occa- sion should call forth all his powers, pro- nounced as it was on a princess of the blood- royal of France, who had undergone unpa- ralleled calamities with heroic resignation, the fruit of the great religious revolution of the age, against which the French prelate had exerted all the force of his talents. It exhibits accordingly a splendid specimen of genius and capacity; and imbued as we are in this Protestant land with the most favourable im- pressions of the consequences of this convul- sion, it is perhaps not altogether uninstructive to observe in what light it was regarded by the greatest intellects of the Catholic world, that between the two we may form some estimate of the light in which it will be viewed by an impartial posterity. " Christians !" says he, in the exordium of his discourse ; " it is not surprising that the memory of a great Queen, the daughter, the wife, the mother of monarchs, should attract you from all quarters to this melancholy cere- mony ; it will bring forcibly before your eyes one of those awful examples which demon*- strate to the world the vanity of which it is composed. You will see in her single life the extremes of human things; felicity without bounds, miseries without parallel; a long and peaceable enjoyment of one of the most noble crowns in the universe, all that birth and gran- deur could confer that was glorious, all that adversity and suffering could accumulate that was disastrous ; the good cause, attended at first with some success, then involved in the most dreadful disasters. Revolutions unheard of, rebellion long restrained at length reign- ing triumphant; no curb there to license, no laws in force. Majesty itself violated by bloody hands, usurpation, and tyranny, under the name ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. of liberty a fugitive Queen, who can find no j retreat in her three kingdoms, and was forced ' to seek in her native country a melancholy | exile. Nine sea voyages undertaken against j her will by a Queen, in spite of wintry tern- j pests a throne unworthily overturned, and miraculously re-established. Behold the les- son which God has given to kings ! thus does He manifest to the world the nothingness of its pomps and its grandeur! If our words fail, if language sinks beneath the grandeur of such a subject, the simple narrative is more touching than aught that words can convey. The heart of a great Queen, formerly elevated by so long a course of prosperity, then steeped in all the bitterness of affliction, will speak in sufficiently touching language ; and if it is not given to a private individual to teach the proper lesson? from so mournful a catastrophe, the King of Israel has supplied the words-r- * Hear ! Oh ye Great of the Earth ! Take les- sons, ye Rulers of the World !' " But the wise and devout Princess, whose obsequies we celebrate, has not merely been a spectacle exhibited to the world in order that men might learn the counsels of Divine Pro- vidence, and the fatal revolutions of monar- chies. She took counsel herself from the ca- lamities in which she was involved, while God was instructing kings by her example. It is by giving and withdrawing power that God communicates his lessons to kings. The Queen we mourn has equally listened to the voice of these two opposite monitors. She has made use, like a Christian, alike of pros- perous and adverse fortune. In the first she was beneficent, in the last invincible ; as long as she was fortunate, she let her power be felt only by her unbounded deeds of goodness ; when wrapt in misery, she enriched herself more than ever by the heroic virtues befitting misfortune. For her own good, she has lost that sovereign power which she formerly ex- ercised only for the blessings of her subjects ; and if her friends if the universal church have profited by her prosperities, she herself has profited more from her calamities than from all her previous grandeur. That is the great lesson to be drawn from the ever-memo- rable life of Henrietta Maria of France, Queen of Great Britain. " I need not dwell on the illustrious birth of that Princess; no rank on earth equals it in lustre. Her virtues have been not less re- markable than her descent. She was endowed with a generosity truly royal; of a truth, it might be said, that she deemed every thing lost which was not given away. Nor were her other virtues less admirable. The faithful depositary of many important complaints and secrets it was her favourite maxim that princes should observe the same silence as confessors, and exercise the same discretion. In the utmost fury of the Civil Wars never was her word doubted, or her clemency called in question. Who has so nobly exercised that winning art which humbles without lowering itself, and confers so graciously liberty, while it commands respect 1 ? At once mild yet firm condescending, yet dignified she knew at the game time how to convince and persuade, and to support by reason, rather than enforce by authority. With what prudence did she con- duct herself in circumstances the most ar- duous ; if a skilful hand could have saved the state, hers was the one to have done it. Her magnanimity can never be sufficiently extolled. Fortune had no power over her; neither the evils which she foresaw, nor those by which she was surprised, could lower her courage. What shall I say to her immovable fidelity to the religion of her ancestors 1 She knew well that that attachment constituted the glory of her house, as well as of the whole of France, sole nation in the world which, during the twelve centuries of its existence, has never seen on the throne but the faithful children of the church. Uniformly she declared that no- thing should detach her from the faith of St. Louis. The King, her husband, has pro- nounced upon her the noblest of all eulogiums, that their hearts were in union in all but the matter of religion; and confirming by his tes- timony the piety of the Queen, that enlightened Prince has made known to all the world at once his tenderness, his conjugal attachment, and the sacred, inviolable fidelity of his in- comparable spouse." All the world must admire the sustained dignity of this noble eulogium ; but touching as were the misfortunes, heroic the character, of the unfortunate Henrietta, it more nearly concerns us to attend to the opinion of Bossuet on the great theological convulsion, in the throes of which she was swallowed up. ; ' When God permits the smoke to arise from the pits o/ the abyss which darkens the face of Heaven that is, when he suffers heresy to arise when, to punish the scandals of the church, or awaken the piety of the people and their pastors, He permits the darkness of error to deceive the most elevated minds, and to spread abroad throughout the world a haughty chagrin, a disquieted curiosity, a spirit of re- volt, He determines, in his infinite wisdom, the limits which are to be imposed to the pro- gress of error, the stay which is to be put to the sufferings of the church. I do not pretend to announce to you, Christians, the destiny of the heresies of our times, nor to be able to assign the fatal boundary by which God has restrained their course. But if my judgment does not deceive me ; if, recurring to the his- tory of past ages, I rightly apply their experi- ence to the present, I am led to the opinion, and the wisest of men concur in the sentiment, that the days of blindness are past, and that the time is approaching when the true light will return. " When Henry VIII., a prince in other re- sj>ects so accomplished, was seduced by the passions which blinded Solomon and so many other kings, and began to shake the authority of the Church, the wise warned him, that if he stirred that one point, he would throw the whole fabric of government into peril, and in- fuse, in opposition to his wishes, a frightful license into future ages. The wise forewarned him ; but when is passion controlled by wis- dom ; when does not folly smile at its predic- tions 1 That, however, which a prudent fore- sight could not persuade to men, a ruder in- I structor, experience, has compelled them to BOSSUET. 49 believe. All that religion has that is most sa- cred has been sacrificed ; England has changed so far that it no longer can recognise itself; and, more agitated in its bosom and on its own soil than even the ocean which surrounds it, it has been overwhelmed by a frightful inun- dation of innumerable absurd sects. Who can predict but what, repenting of its enormous errors concerning Government, it may not ex- tend its reflections still farther, and look back with fond regret to the tranquil condition of re- ligious thought which preceded the convul- sions'?" Amidst all this pomp of language, and this sagacious intermixture of political foresight with religious prepossession, there is one re- flection which necessarily forces itself upon the mind. Bossuet conceived, and conceived justly, that the frightful atrocities into which religious dissension. had precipitated the Eng- lish people would produce a general reaction against the theological fervour from which they had originated; and that the days of ex- travagant fervour were numbered, from the very extent of the general suffering which its aberrations had occasioned. In arriving at this conclusion, he correctly reasoned from the past to the present; and foretold a decline in false opinion, from the woful consequences which Providence had attached to its continu- ance. Yet how widely did he err when he imagined that the days of the Reformation were numbered, or that England, relapsing into the quiet despotism of former days, was to fall back again into the arms of the Eternal Church ! At that very moment the broad and deep foundations of British freedom were in the act of being laid, and that power was aris- ing, destined in future ages to be the bulwark of the Protestant faith, the vehicle of pure un- defiled religion to the remotest corners of the earth. The great theological convulsions of the sixteenth century were working out their appropriate fruits; a new world was peopling by its energy, and rising into existence from its spirit; and from the oppressed and dis- tracted shores of England those hosts of emi- grants were embarking for distant regions, who were destined, at no remote period, to spread the Church of England and the Pro- testant faith through the countless millions of the American race. The errors, indeed the passions, the absurdities of that unhappy pe- riod, as Bossuet rightly conjectured, have passed away; the Fifth Monarchy men no longer disturb the plains of England; the chants of the Covenanters are no longer heard on the mountains of Scotland ; transferred to the faithful record of history or the classic pages of romance, these relics of the olden, time only furnish a heart-stirring subject for the talents of the historian or the genius of the novelist. But the human mind never falls back, though it often halts in its course. Ves- tigia tn'lla rc'n.rsum is the law of social affairs not less than of the fabled descent to the shades below; the descendants of the Puritans and the Covenanters have abjured the absur- dities of their fathers, but they have not re- lapsed into the chains of Popery. Purified of its corruptions by the indignant voice of in- 7 surgent reason, freed from its absurdities by the experience of the calamities with which they were attended, the fair form of Catholic Christianity has arisen in the British Isles; imbued with the spirit of the universal Church, but destitute of the rancour of its deluded sec- taries; borrowing from the religion of Rome its charity, adopting from the Lutheran Church its morality; sharing with reason its intellec- tual triumphs, inheriting from faith its spiri- tual constancy, not disdaining the support of ages, and yet not excluding the light of time ; glorying in the antiquity of its descent, and, at the same time, admitting the necessity of recent reformation ; it has approached as near as the weakness of humanity, and the limited extent of our present vision will permit, to that model of ideal perfection which, veiled in the silver robes of innocence, the faithful trust is one day to pervade the earth. And if pre- sent appearances justify any presentiments as to future events, the destinies of this church are worthy of the mighty collision of antiqui- ty with revolution, of the independence of thought with the reverence for authority, from which it arose, and the vast part assigned to it in human affairs. The glories of the Eng- lish nation, the triumphs of the English navy, have been the pioneers of its progress ; the in- fidel triumphs of the French Revolution, the victorious career of Napoleon, have minister- ed to its, success; it is indissolubly wound up with the progress of the Anglo-American race; it is spreading over the wilds of Australia; slowly but steadily it is invading the primeval deserts of Africa. It shares the destiny of the language of Milton, Shakspeare, and Scott; it must grow with the growth of a colonial em- pire which encircles the earth; the invention of printing, the discovery of steam navigation, are the vehicles of its mercies to mankind ! "I have spoken," says Bossuet, "of the license into which the human mind is thrown, when once the foundations of religion are shaken, and the ancient landmarks are re- moved. " But as the subject of the present discourse affords so uni.que and memorable an example for the instruction of all ages of the lengths to which such furious passions will lead the peo- ple, I must, in justice to my subject, recur to the original sources of error, and conduct you, step by step, from the first contempt and dis- regard of the church to the final atrocities in which it has plunged mankind. " The fountain of the whole evil is to be found in those in the last centur}', who at- tempted reformation by means of schism ; finding the church an invincible barrier against all their innovations, they felt themselves under the necessity of overturning it. Thus the decrees of the Councils, the doctrines of the fathers, the traditions of the Holy See, and of the Catholic Church, have been no longer con- sidered as sacred and inviolable. Every one has made for himself a tribunal, where he rendered himself the arbiter of his own belief; and yet the innovators did impose some limits to the changes of thought by restraining them within the bounds of holy writ, as if the mo- ment that the principle is once admitted that 50 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. every believer may put what interpretations upon its passages he pleases, and buoy him- self up with the belief that the Holy Spirit has dictated to him his own peculiar explanation, there is no individual who may not at once conceive himself authorized to worship his own inventions, to consecrate his thoughts, and call the wanderings of his imagination divine inspiration. From the moment this fatal doctrine was introduced, it was distinctly foreseen by the wise that license of thought being now emancipated from all control, sects would multiply ad i-nfinitvm; obstinacy become invincible; disputes interminable; and that, while some would give to their reveries the name of inspiration, others, disgusted with such extravagant visions, and not being able to reconcile the majesty of religion with a faith torn by so many divisions, would seek a fatal repose in the indifference of irreligion, or the hardihood of atheism. "Such, and more fatal still, have been the natural effects of the new doctrine. But, in like manner, as a stream which has burst its banks does not everywhere produce the same ravages, because its rapidity does not find everywhere the same inclinations and open- ings, thus, although that spirit of indocility and independence was generally diffused through all the heresies of latter times, it has not produced universally the same effects ; it has in many quarters been restrained by fear, worldly interests, and the particular humour of nations, or by the Supreme Power, which can impose, where it seems good, effectual limits even to the utmost extravagance of hu- man passion. If it has appeared in undis- guised malignity in England if its malignity has declared itself without reserve if its kings have perished under its fury, it is because its kings have been the primary causes of the catastrophe. They have yielded too much to the popular delusion that the ancient religion was susceptible of improvement. Their sub- jects have in consequence ceased to revere its maxims ; they could have no respect for it when they saw them daily giving place to the passions and caprices of princes. The earth, too frequently moved, has become incapable of consistence; the mountains, once so stable, have fallen on all sides, and ghastly preci- pices have started forth from their -bared sides. I apply these remarks to all the fright- ful aberrations which we daily see rising up around us. Be not deluded with the idea lhat they are only a quarrel of the Episcopacy, or some disputes of the English Church, which have so profoundly moved the Commons. These disputes were nothing but the feeble commencement, slight essays by which the turbulent spirits made trial of their liberty. Something much more violent was stirring their hearts ; a secret disgust at all authority an insatiable craving after innovation, after they had once tasted its delicious sweets. 44 Thus the Calvinists, more bold than the Lutherans, have paved the way for the Soci- nians, whose numbers increase every day. From the same source have sprung the infinite sects of the Anabaptists, and from their opi- nions, mingled with the tenets of Calvinism, have sprung the Independents, to whose ex- travagances it was thought no parallel could be found till there emerged out of their bosom a still more fanatic race, the Tremblers, who believe that all their reveries are Divine in- spiration ; and the Seekers, who, seventeen hundred years after Christ, still look for the Saviour, whom they have never yet been able to find. It is thus, that when the earth was once stirred, ruins fell on ruins ; when opinion was once shaken, sect multiplied upon sect. In vain the kings of England flattered them- selves that they would be able to arrest the human mind on this perilous declivity by pre- serving the Episcopacy; for what could the bishops do, when they had themselves under- mined their own authority, and all the reve- rence due to the power which they derived by succession from the apostolic ages, by openly condemning their predecessors, even as far back as the origin of their spiritual authority, in the person of St. Gregory and his disciple St. Augustin, the firsi apostle of the English nation ? What is Episcopacy, when it is severed from the Church, which is its main stay, to attach itself, contrary to its divine na- ture, to royalty as its supreme head? Thus two powers, of a character so essentially dif- ferent, can never properly unite ; their func- tions are so different that they mutually impede each ; and the majesty of the kings of Eng- land would have remained inviolable, if. con- tent with its sacred rights, it had not endea- voured to draw to itself the privileges and prerogatives of the Church. Thus nothing has arrested^ the violence of the spirit, so fruit- ful is error; and God, to punish the irreligious irritability of his people, has delivered them over to the intemperance of their own vain curiosity, so that the ardour of their insensate disputes has become the most dangerous of their maladies. " Can we be surprised if they lost all respect for majesty and the laws, if they became fac- tious, rebellious, and obstinate, when such principles were instilled into their minds 1 Re- ligion is fatally enervated when it is changed; the weight is taken away which can alone restrain mankind. There is in the bottom of every heart a rebellious spirit, which never fails to escape if the necessary restraint is taken away ; no curb is left when men are once taught that they may dispose at pleasure of religion. Thence has sprung that pretended reign of Christ, heretofore unknown to Christ- endom, which was destined to annihilate roy- alty, and render all men equal, under the name of Independents; a seditious dream, an impious and sacrilegious chimera; but valu- able as a proof of the eternal truth, that every thing turns to sedition and treason, when once the authority of religion is destroyed. But why seek for proofs of a truth, while the Divine Spirit has pronounced upon the subject an unalterable sentence? God has himself de- clared that he will withdraw from the people who alter the religion which he has establish- ed, and deliver them over to the scourge of civil war. Hear the prophet Zacharias ! 'Their souls, saith the Lord, have swerved from me, and I have said I will no longer be BOSSUET. 51 your shepherd ; let him who is to die prepare for death ; let he who is to be cut off perish, and the remainder shall prey on each other's flesh.' "* BOSSUET'S Orais. Funcb. de la Reine d* Jlngleterrc. The character and the career of the triumph of Cromwell are thus sketched out by the same master-hand : " Contempt of the unity of the Church was doubtless the cause of the divisions of Eng- land. If it is asked how it happened that so many opposite and irreconcilable sects should have united themselves to overthrow the royal authority? the answer is plain a man arose of an incredible depth of thought ; as profound a hypocrite as he was a skilful politician ; capable alike of undertaking and concealing everything; active and indefatigable equally in peace as war; so vigilant and active, that he has never proved awanting to any oppor- tunity which presented itself to his elevation ; in fine, one of those stirring and audacious spirits which seem born to overturn the world. How hazardous the fate of such persons is, sufficiently appears from the history of all ages. But also what can they not accomplish when it pleases God to make use of them for his purposes 1 ' It was given to him to deceive the people, and to prevail against kings.'j- Perceiving that in that infinite assembly of sects, who were destitute of all certain rules, the pleasure of indulging in their own dogmas was the secret charm which fascinated all minds, he contrived to play upon that mon- strous propensity so as to render that monstrous assembly a most formidable body. When once the secret is discovered of leading the multitude by the attractions of liberty, it follows blindly, be- cause it hears only that name. The people, oc- cupied with the first object which had trans- ported them, go blindfold on, without perceiving that they are on the high road to servitude ; and their subtle conductor, at once a soldier, a preacher, a combatant, and a dogmatizer, so enchanted the world, that he came to be re- garded as a chief sent by God to work out the triumph of the cause of independence. He was so ; but it was for its punishment. The design of the Almighty was to instruct kings, by this great example, in the danger of leaving his church: He wished to unfold to men to what lengths, both in temporal and spiritual matters, the rebellious spirit of schism can lead; and when, in order to accomplish this end, he has made choice of an instrument, nothing can arrest his course. 'I am the Lord,' said he, by the mouth of his prophet Jeremiah ; ' I made the earth, and all that therein is : I place it in the hands of whom I will.'" Ibid. It is curious to those who reflect on the pro- * Zecb. xi. 9. f Rev. xiii. 5. gress of the human mind from one age to another, to observe the large intermixture of error with truth that pervades this remarkable passage. It is clear that the powerful and sagacious mind of the Bishop of Meaux had penetrated the real nature of the revolutionary spirit, whether in religion or politics ; and, ac- cordingly, there is a great deal of truth in his observations on the English Revolution. But he narrows too much the view which he took of it. He ascribes more than its due to the secession from the Church of Rome. No one can doubt, indeed, that religious fervour was the great lever which then moved mankind; and that Bossuet was correct in holding that it was the fervour of the Reformation running into fanaticism, which, spreading from spiritual to temporal concerns, produced the horrors of the Great Rebellion. But, on the other hand, the event has proved that it was no part of the design of Providence to compel the English, by the experience of suffering, to fall again into the arms of the Church of Rome. An hundred and seventy years have elapsed since Bossuet composed these splendid passages, and the Church of England is not only still undecayed, but it is nourishing now in reno- vated youth, and has spread its colonial de- scendants through every part of the earth. The Church of Rome still holds its ground in more than half of old Europe ; but Protestant- ism has spread with the efforts of colonial en- terprise, and the Bible and the hatchet have gone hand in hand in exploring the wilds of the New World. And the hand of Providence is equally clear in both. Catholicism is suited to the stately monarchies, antiquated civiliza- tion, and slavish habits of Southern Europe; but it is totally unfit to animate the exertions and inspire the spirit of the dauntless emi- grants who are to spread the seeds of civiliza- tion through the wilderness of nature. And one thing is very remarkable, and affords a striking illustration of that subjection of human affairs to an overruling Providence which Bos- suet has so eloquently asserted in all parts of his writings. Mr. Hume has observed that the marriage of Queen Henrietta to Charles I., by the partiality for the Catholic faith which it infused into his descendants, is the principal reason of their being at this moment exiles from the British throne! It was deemed at the time a masterpiece of the Court of Rome to place a Catholic Queen on the throne of England; and the conversion of that bright jewel to the tiara of St. Peter was confidently anticipated from its effects; and its ultimate results have been not only to confirm the Pro- testant faith in the British isles, but diffuse its seed, by the distraction and suffering of the Civil Wars, through the boundless colonial empire of Great Britain. 52 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. POLAND.* THE recent events in Poland have awakened the old and but half-extinguished interest of the British people in the fate of that unhappy country. The French may regard the Polish legions as the vanguard only of revolutionary movement: the Radicals may hail their strug- gle as the first fruits of political regeneration: the great majority of observers in this country think of them only as a gallant people, bravely combating for their independence, and forget the shades of political difference in the great cause of national freedom. The sympathy with the Poles, accordingly, is universal. It is as strong with the Tories as the Whigs, with the supporters of antiquated abuse as the aspi- rants after modern improvement. Political considerations combine with generous feeling in this general interest. And numbers who regard with aversion any approach towards revolutionary warfare, yet view it with com- placency when it seems destined to interpose Sarmatian valour between European indepen- dence and Muscovite ambition. The history of Poland, however, contains more subjects of interest than this. It is fraught with political instruction as well as romantic adventure, and exhibits on a great scale the consequences of that democratic equality which, with uninformed politicians, is so much the object of eulogium. The French revolu- tionists, who sympathize so vehemently with the Poles in their contest with Russian despot- ism, little imagine that the misfortunes of that country are the result of that very equality which they have made such sacrifices to at- tain; and that in the weakness of Poland may be discerned the consequences of the political system which they consider as the perfection of society. Poland, in ancient, possessed very much the extent and dominion of Russia in Europe in modern times. It stretched from the Baltic to the Euxine ; from Smolensko to Bohemia ; and embraced within its bosom the whole Scythia of antiquity the storehouse of nations, from whence the hordes issued who so long pressed upon and at last overthrew the Roman empire. Its inhabitants have" in every age been cele- brated for their heroic valour : they twice, in conjunction with the Tartars, caplured the ancient capital of Russia, and the conflagration of Moscow, and retreat of Napoleon, were but the repetition of what had resulted five centu- ries before from the appearance of the Polish eagles on the banks of the Moskwa. Placed on the frontiers of European civilization, they long formed its barrier against barbarian inva- sion : and the most desperate wars they ever maintained were those which they had to carry on with their own subjects, the Cossacks of the Ukraine, whose roving habits and pre- * Salvandy's Histoire de la Polofriie, 3 vols. Parts, 1830. Reviewed in RHckwood's Magazine, Aug. 1831. Writ- ten during the Polish war. datory life disdained the restraints of regular government. When we read the accounts of the terrible struggles they maintained with the great insurrection of these formidable hordes under Bogdan, in the 17lh century, we are transported to the days of Scythian warfare, and recognise the features of that dreadful invasion of the Sarmatian tribes, which the genius of Marius averted from the Roman republic. Nor has the military spirit of the people de- clined in modern times. The victories of Sobieski, the deliverance of Vienna, seem rather the fiction of romance than the records of real achievement. No victory so glorious as that of Kotzim had been gained by Chris- tendom over the Saracens since the triumphs of Richard on the field of Ascalon : And the tide of Mahommedan conquest would have rolled resistlessly over the plains of Germany, even in the reign of Louis XIV., if it had not been arrested by the Polish hero under the walls of Vienna. Napoleon said it was the peculiar quality of the Polanders to form sol- diers more rapidly than any other people. And their exploits in the Italian and Spanish campaigns justified the high eulogium and avowed partiality of that great commander. No swords -cut deeper than theirs in the Rus- sian ranks during the campaign of 1812, and alone, amidst universal defection, they main- tained their faith inviolate in the rout at Leip- sic. But for, the hesitation of the French em- peror in restoring their independence, the whole strength of the kingdom would have been roused on the invasion of Russia; and had this been done, had the Polish monarchy formed the support of French ambition, the history of the world might have been changed; "From Fate's dark hook one leaf been torn. And FJodden had been Bannockburn." How, then, has it happened that a country of such immense extent, inhabited by so martial a people, whose strength on great occasions was equal to such achievements, should in every age have been so unfortunate, that their victories should have led to no result, and their valour so often proved inadequate to save their country from dismemberment 1 The plaintive motto, Qiwniodo Lapsus ; Quid fcci, may with still more justice be applied to the fortunes of Poland than the fall of the Court- enays. *' Always combating," says Salvandy, " frequently victorious, they never gained an. accession of territory, and were generally alad to terminate a glorious contest by a cession of the ancient provinces of the re- public." Superficial observers will answer, that it was the elective form of government; their unfortunate situation in the midst of military powers, and the absence of any chain of moun- tains to form the refuge of unfortunate patriot- POLAND. 53 ism. But a closer examination will demon- strate that these causes were not sufficient to explain the phenomenon ; and that the series of disasters which have so long overwhelmed the monarchy, have arisen from a more per- manent and lasting cause than either their physical situation or elective government. The Polish crown has not always been elective. For two hundred and twenty years they were governed by the race of the Jagellons with as much regularity as the Plantagenets of England; and yet, during that dynasty, the losses of the republic were fully as great as in the subsequent periods. Prussia is as flat, and incomparably more sterile than Poland, and, with not a third of the territory, it is equally exposed to the ambition of its neigh- bours : Yet Prussia, so far from being the subject of partition, has .steadily increased in territory and population, and now numbers fifteen millions of souls in her dominion. The fields of Poland, as rich and fertile as those of Flanders, seem the prey of every invader, while the patriotism of the Flemings has studded their plains with defensive fortresses which have secured their independence, not- withstanding the vicinity of the most ambitious and powerful monarchy in Europe. The real cause of the never-ending disasters of Poland, is to be found in the democratic equality, which, from the remotest ages, has prevailed in the country. The elective form of government was the consequence of this principle in their constitution, which has de- scended to them from Scythian freedom, and has entailed upon the state disasters worse than the whirlwind of Scythian invasion. " It is a mistake," says Salvandy, " to sup- pose that the representative form of govern- ment was found in the woods of Germany. What was found in the woods was Polish equality, which has descended unimpaired in all the parts of that vast monarchy to the present times.* It was not to our Scythian ancestors, but the early councils of the Christian church, that we are indebted for the first example of representative assemblies." In these words of great and philosophic importance is to be found the real origin of the disasters of Poland. The principle of government, from the earli- est times in Poland, was, that every free man had an equal right to the administration of public affairs, and that he was entitled to ex- ercise this right, not by representation, but in person. The result of this was, that the whole freemen; of the country constituted the real government; and the diets were attended by an hundred thousand horsemen ; the great ma- jority of whom were, of course, ignorant, and in necessitous circumstances, while all were penetrated with an equal sense of their im- portance as members of the Polish state. The convocation of these tumultuous assemblies was almost invariably the signal for murder and disorder. Thirty or forty thousand lackeys, in the service of the nobles, but still possess- ing the rights of freemen, followed their mas- ters to the place of meeting, and were ever ready to support their ambition by military * Salvandy, vol. i. Tableau Historique. violence, while the unfortunate natives, eat up by such an enormous assemblage of armed men, regarded the convocation of the citizens in the same light as the inhabitants of the Grecian city did the invasion of Xerxes, whose hordes had consumed every thing eatable in their territory at breakfast, when they re- turned thanks to the gods that he had not dined in their neighbourhood, or every living creature would have perished. So far did the Poles carry this equality among all the free citizens, that by an original and fundamental law, called the Llberum Veto, any one member of the diet, by simply inter- posing his negative, could stop the election of the sovereign, or any other measure the most essential to the public welfare. Of course, in so immense a multitude, some were always to be found fractious or venal enough to exercise this dangerous power, either from individual perversity, the influence of external corrup- tion, or internal ambition; and hence the numerous occasions on which diets, assembled for the most important purposes, were broken up without having come to any determination, and the Republic left a prey to anarchy, at the time when it stood most in need of the unani- mous support of its members. It is a striking proof how easily men are deluded by this phantom of general equality, when it is re- collected that this ruinous privilege has, not only in every age, been clung to as the Magna Charta of Poland, but that the native historians, recounting distant events, speak of any in- fringement upon it as the most fatal measure that could possibly be figured, to the liberties and welfare of the country. All human institutions, however, must be subject to some check, which renders it practicable to get through business on urgent occasions, in spite of individual opposition. The Poles held it utterly at variance with every principle of freedom to bind any free man by a law to which he had not consented. The principle, that the majority could bind the minority, seenxed to them inconsistent with the most elementary ideas of liberty. To get quit of the difficulty, they commonly massacred the. rerusant ; and this appeared, in their eyes, a much less serious violation of freedom than out-voting him; because, said they, instances of violence are few, and do not go beyond the individual sufferers ; but when once the rulers establish that the majority can compel the minority to yield, no man has any security against the violation of his freedom. Extremes meet. It is curious to observe how exactly the violation of freedom by po- pular folly coincides in its effect with its ex- tinction by despotic power. The bow-string in the Seraglio, and assassination at St. Peters- burg, are the limitations on arbitrary power in these despotic states. Popular murders were the means of restraining the exorbitant liberty of the Poles within the limits necessary for the maintenance of the forms even of regular government. Strange, as Salvandy has well observed, that the nation the most jealous of its liberty, should, at the same time, adhere to a custom of all others the most destructive to freedom ; and that, to avoid the government B.1 54 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. of one, they should submit to the despotism of all ! It was this original and fatal passion for equality, which has in every age proved fatal to Polish independence which has paralyzed all the valour of her people, and all the en- thusiasm of her character and rendered the most warlike nation in Europe the most un- fortunate. The measures of its government partook of the unstable and vacillating cha- racter of all popular assemblages. Bursts of patriotism were succeeded by periods of dejec- tion ; and the endless changes in the objects of popular inclination, rendered it impracti- cable to pursue any steady object, or adhere, through all the varieties of fortune, to one uni- form system for the good of the state. Their wars exactly resembled the contests in La Vendee, where, a week after the most glorious successes, the victorious army was dissolved, and the leaders wandering with a few fol- lowers in the woods. At the battle of Kotzim, Sobieski commanded 40,000 men, the most regular army which for centuries Poland had sent into the field; at their head, he stormed the Turkish entrenchments, though defended by 80,000 veterans, and 300 pieces of cannon ; he routed that mighty host, slew 50,000 men, and carried the Polish ensigns in triumph to the banks of the Danube. But while Europe resounded with his praises, and expected the deliverance of the Greek empire from his exertions, his army dissolved the troops re- turned to their homes and the invincible conqueror was barely able, with a few thou- sand men, to keep the field. Placed on the frontiers of Europe and Asia, the Polish character and history have partaken largely of the effects of the institutions of both these quarters of the globe. Their passion for equality, their spirit of freedom, their na- tional assemblages, unite them to European independence ; their unstable fortune, per- petual vacillation, and chequered annals, par- take of the character of Asiatic adventure. While the states by whom they are surrounded, have shared in the steady progress of Euro- pean civilization, the Polish monarchy has been distinguished by the extraordinary vicis- situdes of Eastern story. Elevated to the clouds during periods of heroic adventure, it has sunk to nothing upon the death of a single chief; the republic which had recently carried its arms in triumph to the neighbouring capi- tals, was soon struggling for its existence with a contemptible enemy; and the bulwark of Christendom in one age, was in the next razed from the book of nations. Would we discover the cause of this vacil- lation, of which the deplorable consequences are now so strongly exemplified, we shall find it in the passion for equality which appears in every stage of their history, and of which M. Salvandy, a liberal historian, has given a pow- erful picture : "The proscription of their greatest princes," says he, " and, after their death, the calumnies of posterity, faithfully echoing the follies of contemporaries, have destroyed all those who ; n different ages have endeavoured, in Poland, to create a solid or protecting power. Nothing is more extraordinary than to hear the modern annalists of that unfortunate people, whatever their country or doctrine may be, mechanically repeat all the national outcry against what they call their despotic tyrants. Facts speak in vain against such prejudices. In the eyes of the Poles, nothing was worthy of preservation in their country but liberty and equality a high- sounding expression, which the French Revo- lution had not the glory of inventing, nor its authors the wisdom to apply more judiciously. " Contrary to what has occurred everywhere else in the world, the Poles have never been at rest but under the rule of feeble monarchs. Great and vigorous kings were uniformly the first to perish ; they have always sunk under vain attempts to accustom an independent no- bility to the restraints of authority, or soften to their slaves the yoke of bondage. Thus thB royal authority, which elsewhere expanded on the ruins of the feudal system, has in Poland only become weaker with the progress of time. All the efforts of its monarchs to enlarge their prerogative have been shattered against a compact, independent, courageous body of freemen, who, in resisting such attempts, have never either been weakened by division nor intimidated by menace. In their passion for equality, in their jealous independence, they were unwilling even to admit any distinction between each other; they long and haughtily rejected the titles of honour of foreign states, and even till the last age, refused to recognise those hereditary distinctions and oppressive privileges, which are now so fast disappear- ing from tha face of society. They even went so far as to insist that one, in matters of de- liberation, should be equal to all. The crown was thus constantly at war with a democracy of nobles. The dynasty of the Piasts strove with much ability to create, in the midst of that democracy, a few leading families; by the side of those nobles, a body of burghers. These things, difficult in all states, were there impossible. An hereditary dynasty, always stormy and often interrupted, was unfit for the persevering efforts requisite for such a revolu- tion. In other states the monarchs pursued an uniform policy, and their subjects were va- cillating; there the people were steady, and the crown changeable." I. 71. " In other states, time had everywhere in- troduced the hereditary descent of honours and power. Hereditary succession was established from the throne to the smallest fief, from the reciprocal necessity of subduing the van- quished people, and securing to each his share in the conquests. In Poland, on the other hand, the waywoods, or warlike chieftains, the magistrates and civil authorities, the governors of castles and provinces, so far from founding an aristocracy by establishing the descent of their honours or offices in their families, were seldom even nominated by the king. Their authority, especially that of the Palatins, ex- cited equal umbrage in the sovereign who should have ruled, as the nobles who should have obeyed them. There was thus authority and order nowhere in the state. "It is not surprising that such men should unite to the pride which could bear nothing POLAND. 55 above, the tyranny which could spare nothing below them. In the dread of being compelled to share their power with their inferiors ele- ; vated by riches or intelligence, they affixed a stigma on every useful profession as a mark of servitude. Their maxim was, that nobility j of blood was not lost by indigence or domestic service, but totally extinguished by commerce or industry. This policy perpetually withheld from the great body of serfs the use of arms, both because they had learned to fear, but still continued to despise them. In fine, jealous of every species of superiority as a personal out- rage, of every authority as an usurpation, of every labour as a degradation, this society was at variance with every principle of human prosperity. " Weakened in this manner in their external contests, by their equality not less than their tyranny, inferior to their neighbours in number and discipline, the Poles were the only warlike people in the world to whom victory never gave either peace or conquest. Incessant con- tests with the Gewnans, the Hungarians, the pirates of the north, the Cossacks of the Ukraine, the Osmanlis, occupy their whole annals ; but never did the Polish eagles ad- vance the frontiers of the republic. Poland saw Moravia, Brandenburg, Pomerania, es- cape from its rule, as Bohemia and Mecklen- burg had formerly done, without ever being awakened to the necessity of establishing a cen- tral government sufficiently strong to coerce and protect so many discordant materials. She was destined to drink to the last dregs the bitter consequences of a pitiless aristocracy and a senseless equality. " Vainly did Time, whose ceaseless course, by breaking through that fierce and oppressive equality, had succeeded where its monarchs had failed, strive to introduce a better order of things. Poland was destined, in all the ages of its history, to differ from all the other European states. With the progress of wealth, a race of burghers at length sprung up an aristocracy of wealth and possessions arose ; but both, contrary to the genius of the people, perished before they arrived at maturity. The first was speedily overthrown ; in the convul- sion consequent upon the establishment of the last, the national independence was de- stroyed." I. 74. Of the practical consequences of this fatal passion for equality in. the legislature and the form of government, our author gives the fol- lowing curious account: "The extreme difficulty of providing food for their comitia of an hundred thousand citi- zens on horseback, obliged the members of the diet to terminate their deliberations in a few days, or rather to separate, after having devoured all the food in the country, com rnenced a civil war, and determined nothing. The constant recurrence of such disasters at length led to an attempt to introduce territorial deputies, invested with full power to carry on the ordinary and routine business of the state. But so adverse was any delegation of authority to the original nature of Polish independence, that this beneficial institution never was es- tablished in Poland but in the most incom- plete manner. Its introduction corrected none of the ancient abuses. The king was still the president of tumultuous assemblies ; sur- rounded by obstacles on every side ; controlled by generals and ministers not of his own se- lection ; obliged to defend the acts of a cabinet which he could not control, against the cries of a furious diet. And these diets, which united, sabre in hand, under the eye of the sovereign, and still treated of all the important affairs of the state of war and peace, the election of a sovereign, the formation of laws which gave audience to ambassadors, and administered justice in important cases were still the Champs de Mars of the northern tribes, and partook to the very last of all the vices of the savage character. There was the same confusion of powers, the same ele- ments of disorder, the same license to them- selves, the same tyranny over others. ; 'This attempt 'at a representative govern- ment was destructive to the last shadow of the royal authority; the meetings of the deputies became fixed and frequent; the power of the sovereign was lost without any permanent body arising to receive it in his room. The system of deputations made slow progress ; and in several provinces was never admitted. General diets, where the whole nation as- sembled, became more rare, and therefore more perilous; and as they were convoked only on great occasions, and to discuss weighty interests, the fervour of passion was superadded to the inexperience of business. "Speedily the representative assemblies be- came the object of jealousy on the part of this democratic race ; and the citizens of the re- public sought only to limit the powers which they had conferred on their representatives. Often the jealous multitude, terrified at the powers with which they had invested the de- puties, were seized with a sudden panic, and hastened together from all quarters with their arms in their hands to watch over their pro- ceedings. Such assemblies were styled ' Diets under the Buckler.' But generally they re- stricted and qualified their powers at the mo- ment of election. The electors confined their parliaments to a circle of limited questions: gave them obligatory directions; and held, after every session, what they called post-comitial diets; the object of which was to exact from every deputy a rigid account of the execution of his mandate. Thus every question of importance was, in effect, decided in the provinces before it was debated in the national assembly. And" as unanimity was still considered essential to a decision, the passing of any legislative act became impossible when there was any variance between the instruc- tions to the deputies. Thus the majority were compelled to disregard the protestations of the minority ; and, to guard against that tyranny, the only remedy seemed to establish, in favour of the outvoted minority, the right of civil war. Confederations were established ; armed leagues, formed of discontented nobles, who elected a marshal or president, and opposed decrees to decrees, force to force, diet to diet, tribune to tribune; and had alternately the kin-.,' tor its leader and its captive. What de- plorable institutions, which opened to all the 56 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. discontented a legal channel for spreading] anarchy through their country ! The only as- tonishing thing is, that the valour of the Polish nobility so long succeeded in concealing these mortal defects in their institutions. One would have imagined that a nation, under such customs, could not exist a year; and yet it seemed never weary either of victories or folly." I. 116. No apology is necessary for the length of these quotations ; for they are not only illus- trative of the causes of the uniform disasters of Poland, but eminently instructive as to the tendency of democratic institutions all over the world. There is no danger that the inhabitants of England or France will flock in person to the opening of Parliament, and establish diets of two or three hundred thousand freemen, with sabres by their sides ; but there is a very great danger, that they will adopt the democratic jealousy of their representatives, and fix them down by fixed instructions to a course of con- duct which will both render nugatory all the advantages of a deliberative assembly, and sow the seeds of dissension, jealousy, and civil war between the different members of the state. This is the more to be apprehended, because this evil was felt in the strongest manner in France during the progress of the Revolution, and has appeared in America most remarkably even during the brief period of its political existence. The legislators of America are not in any sense statesmen; they are merely delegates, bound to obey the directions of their constitu- ents, and sent there to forward the individual interest of the province, district, or borough which they represent. Their debates are lan- guid and uninteresting; conducted with no idea whatever of convincing, but merely of showing the constituents of each member what he had done for his daily hire of seven dollars. The Constituents Assembly met, with cahiers or instructions to the deputies from all the electors ; and so much did this jealousy of the legislature increase with the progress of the movements in France, that the surest road to popularity with the electors was soon found, to be, the most abject professions of submis- sion to their will. Every one knows how long and vehemently annual parliaments have been demanded by the English radicals, in order to give them an opportunity of constantly exer- cising this surveillance over their representa- tives ; and how many members of the present House of Commons are under a positive pledge to their constituents on more than one momentous question. It is interesting to ob- serve how much mankind, under all varieties of climate, situation, and circumstances, are governed by the same principles; and to trace the working of the same causes in Polish an- archy, French revolutions, American selfish- ness, and British democracy. Whoever considers the matter dispassion- ately, and attends to the lessons of history, must arrive at the conclusion, that this demo- cratic spirit cannot co-exist with regular go- vernment or national independence in ancient states ; and that Polish anarchy is the neces- sary prelude in all such communities to Mos- covite oppression. The reason is eternal, and being founded in the nature of things, must be the same in all ages. When the true demo- cratic spirit is once generally diffused, men invariably acquire such an inordinate jealousy of their rulers, that they thwart all measures, even of the most obvious and undeniable utili- ty ; and by a perpetual change of governors, gratify their own equalizing spirit, at the ex- pense of the best interests of the state. This disposition appears at present in France, and England, in the rapid changes of administra- tion which have taken place within the last few years, to the total destruction of any uni- formity qf government, or the prosecution of any systematic plan for the public good: it appears in America in the execrable system of rotation of office, in other words, of the ex- pulsion of every man from official situations, the moment he becomes qualified to hold them, which a recent able observer has so well ex- posed ;* it appeared in Poland in the uniform weakness of the executive, and periodical re- turns of anarchy, which rendered them, in despite of their native valour, unfortunate in every contest, and at last led to the partition of the republic. Never was there a truer observation, than that wherever the tendency of prevailing in- stitutions is hurtful, there is an under-current perpetually flowing, destined to correct them. As this equalising and democratic spirit is utterly destructive to the best interests of so- ciety, and the happiness of the very people who indulge in it, so by the wisdom of nature, it leads rapidly and certainly to its own de- struction. The moment that it became para- mount in the Roman Republic, it led to the civil convulsions which brought on the despo- tism of the Caesars ; its career was rapidly cut short in France by the sword of Napoleon ; it exterminated Poland from the book of nations ; it threatens to close the long line of British greatness; it will convulse or subjugate Ame- rica, the moment that growing republic is brought in contact with warlike neighbours, or finds the safety-valve of the back settle- ments closed against the escape of turbulent multitudes. The father of John Sobieski, whose estates lay in the Ukraine, has left a curious account of the manners and habits of the Cossacks in his time, which was about 200 years ago. " The great majority," said he, " of these wan- dering tribes, think of nothing but the affairs of their little families, and encamp, as it were, in the midst of the towns which belong to the crown or the noblesse. They interrupt the ennui of repose by frequent assemblies, and their comitia are generally civil wars, often at- tended by profuse bloodshed. It is there that they choose their hetman, or chief, by accla- mation, followed by throwing their bearskin caps in the air. Such is the inconstancy in the multitude, that they frequently destroy their own work; but as long as the hetman remains in power, he has the right of life and death. The town of Tretchmiron, in Kiovia, is the * Captain Hall. POLAND. arsenal of their warlike implements and their treasure. There is deposited the booty taken by their pirates in Koraelia and Asia Minor; and there are also preserved, with religious care, the immunities granted to their nation by the republic. There are displayed the standards which the king sends them, when- ever they take up arms for the service of the republic. It is round this royal standard that the nation assemble in their cornitia. The het- man there does not presume to address the multitude but with his head uncovered, with a respectful air, ready to exculpate himself from all the charges brought against him, and to solicit humbly his share of the spoils taken from the enemies. These fierce peasants are passionately fond of war; few are acquainted with the use of the musket ; the pistol and sabre are their ordinary weapons. Thanks to their light and courageous squadrons, Poland can face the infantry of the most powerful na- tions on earth. They are as serviceable in re- treat as in success ; when discomfited, they form, with their chariots ranged in several lines in a circular form, an entrenched camp, to which no other fortifications can be com- pared. Behind that tabor, they defy the at- tacks of the most formidable enemy." Of the species of troops who composed the Polish army, our author gives the following curious account, a striking proof of the na- tional weakness which follows the fatal pas- sion for equality, which formed their grand national characteristic : " Five different kinds of soldiers composed the Polish army. There was, in the first place, the mercenaries, composed of Hungarians, Wallachians, Cossacks, Tartars, and Germans, who would have formed the strength and nucleus of the army, had it not been that on the least delay in their payments, they invari- ably turned their arms against the govern- ment: the national troops, to whose mainte- nance a fourth of the national revenue was devoted: the volunteers, under which name were included the levies of the great nobles, and the ordinary guards which they maintained in time of peace: the Pospolite, that is, the, array of the whole free citizens, who, after three summonses from the king, were obliged to come forth under the banners of their re- spective palatines, but only to remain a few months in the field, and could not be ordered beyond the frontiers. This last unwieldy body, however brave, was totally deficient in discipline, and in general served only to mani- fest the weakness of the republic. It was seldom called forth but in civil wars. The legions of valets, grooms, and drivers, who encumbered the other force, may be termed a fifth branch of the military force of Poland ; but these fierce retainers, naturally warlike and irascible, injured the army more by their pillage and dissensions than they assisted it by their numbers. "All these different troops were deficient in equipment ; obliged to provide themselves with every thing, and to collect their subsist- ence by their own authority, they were encum- bered with an incredible quantity of baggage- wagons, destined, for the most part, less to 8 convey provisions than carry off plunder. They had no corps of engineers; the artillery, composed of a few pieces of small calibre, had no other officers than a handful of French adventurers, upon whose adherence to the republic implicit reliance could not be placed. The infantry were few in number, composed entirely of the mercenary and royal troops; but this arm was regarded with contempt by the haughty nobility. The foot soldiers were employed in digging ditches, throwing bridges, and cutting down forests, rather than actual warfare. Sobieski was exceedingly desirous of having in his camp a considerable force of infantry ; but two invincible obstacles pre- vented it, the prejudices of the country, and the penury of the royal treasury. " The whole body of the Pospolite, the vo- lunteers, the valets cTarmee, and a large part of the. mercenaries and national troops, served on horseback. The heavy cavalry, in particu- lar, constituted the strength of the armies ; there were to be found united, riches, splen- dour, and number. They were divided into cuirassiers and hussars ; the former clothed in steel, man and horse bearing casque and cuirass, lance and sabre, bows and carabines; the latter defended only by a twisted hauberk, which descended from the head, over the shoulders and breast, and armed with a sabre and pistol. Both were distinguished by the splendour of their dress and equipage, and the number and costly array of their mounted ser- vants, accoutred in the most bizarre manner, with huge black plumes, and skins of bears and other wild beasts. It was the boast of this body, that they were composed of men, all measured, as they expressed it, by the same standard ; that is, equal in nobility, equally enjoying the rights to obey only their God and their swords, and equally destined, perhaps, to step one day into the throne of the Piasts arid the Jagellons. The hussars and cuirassiers were called Towarzirz, that is, companions; they called each other by that name, and they were designated in the same way by the sove- reign, whose chief boast would be Primus inter pares, the first among equals." I. 129. With so motley and discordant a force, it is not surprising that Poland was unable to make head against the steady ambition and regular forces of the military monarchies with which it was surrounded. Its history accordingly exhibits the usual feature of all democratic societies occasional bursts of patriotism, and splendid efforts followed by dejection, anarchy, and misrule. It is a stormy night illuminated by occasional flashes of lightning, never by the steady radiance of the morning sun. One of the most glorious of these flashes is the victory of Kotzim, the first great achieve- ment of John Sobieski. "Kotzim is a strong castle, situated four leagues from Kamaniek, on a rocky projection which runs into the Dneiper, impregnable from the river, and surrounded on the other side by deep and rocky ravines. A bridge thrown over one of them, united it to the en- trenched camp, where Hussein Pacha had posted his army. That camp, defended by ancient fieldworks, extended along the banks 58 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. of the Dneiper, and was guarded on the side of Moldavia, the sole accessible quarter, by precipices cut in the solio 1 rock, and impass- able morasses. The art of the Ottomans had added to the natural strength of the position ; the plain over which, after the example of the Romans, that military colony was intended to rule, was intersected to a great distance by canals and ditches, whose banks were strength- ened by palisades. A powerful artillery de- fended all the avenues to the camp, and there reposed, under magnificent tents, the Turkish generalissimo and eighty thousand veterans, when they were suddenly startled by the sight of the Polish banners, which moved in splendid array round their entrenchments, and took up a position almost under the fire of their artil- lery. " The spot was animating to the recollec- tions of the Christian host. Fifty years be- fore, James Sobieski had conquered a glorious peace under the walls of that very castle : and against its ramparts, after the disaster of the Kobilta, the power of the young Sultan Osman had dashed itself in vain. Now the sides were changed ; the Turks held the entrenched camp, and the army of the son of James So- bieski filled the plain. " The smaller force had nqw to make the assault ; the larger army was entrenched be- hind ramparts better fortified, better armed with cannon, than those which Sultan Osman and his three hundred thousand Mussulmen sought in vain to wrest from the feeble army of Wladislaus. The Turks were now grown gray in victories, and the assailants were young troops, for the most part ill armed, as- sembled in haste, destitute of resources, maga- zines, or provisions worn out with the fatigues and the privations of a winter campaign. Deep ditches, the rocky bed of torrents, precipitous walls of rock, composed the field of battle on which they were called on to combat an enemy reposing tranquilly under the laurels of vic- tory, beneath sumptuous tents, and behind ramparts defended by an array of three hun- dred pieces of cannon. The night passed on the Polish side in mortal disquietude ; the mind of the general, equally with the soldiers, was overwhelmed with anxiety. The enter- prise which he had undertaken seemed above human strength; the army had no chance of safety but in victory, and there was too much reason to fear that treachery, or division in his own troops, would snatch it from his grasp, and deliver down his name with disgrace to posterity. "Sobieski alone was inaccessible to fear. When the troops were drawn forth on the fol- lowing morning, the Grand Hetman of Lithu- ania declared the attack desperate, and his resolution to retreat. 'Retreat,' cried the Polish hero, ' is impossible. We should only find a disgraceful death in the morasses with which we are surrounded, a few leagues from hence; better far to brave it at the foot of the enemy's entrenchments. But what ground is there 'for apprehension? Nothing disquiets me b%t what I hear from you. Your menaces are our only danger. I am confident you will not execute them. If Poland is to be effaced from the book of nations, you will not allow our children to exclaim, that if a Paz had not fled, they would not have wanted a country.' Vanquished by the magnanimity of Sobieski, and the cries of Sapieha and Radziwik, the Lithuanian chief promised not to desert his countrymen. "Sobieski then ranged his faltering batta- lions in order of battle, and the Turks made preparations to receive behind their entrench- ments the seemingly hopeless attack of the Christians. Their forces were ranged in a semicircle, and their forty field-pieces advanced in front, battered in breach the palisades which were placed across the approaches to the Turkish palisades. Kouski, the commander of the artillery, performed under the superior fire of the enemy, prodigies of valour. The breaches were declared practicable in the evening; and when night came, the Christian forces of the two principalities of Walachia and Moldavia deserted the camp of the Infi- dels, to range themselves under the standard of the cross ; a cheering omen, for troops never desert but to the side which they ima- gine will prove successful. " The weather was dreadful ; the snow fell in great quantities ; the ranks were obstructed by its drifts. In the midst of that severe tem- pest, Sobieski kept his troops under arms the whole night. In the morning they were buried in the snow, exhausted by cold and suffering. Then he gave the signal of attack. ' Com- panions, said he, in passing through the lines, his clothes, his hair, his mustaches covered with icicles, 'I deliver to you an enemy already half vanquished. You have suffered, the Turks are exhausted. The troops of Asia can never endure the hardships of the last twenty-four hours. The cold has conquered them to our hand. Whole troops of them are already sink- ing under their sufferings, while we, inured to the climate, are only animated by it to fresh exertions. It is for us to save the republic from shame and slavery. Soldiers of Poland, recollect that you fight for your country, and that Jesus Christ combats for you.' " Sobieski had thrice heard mass since the rising of the sun. The day was the fete of St. Martin of Tours. The chiefs founded great hopes on his intercession : the priests, who had followed their masters to the field of battle, traversed the ranks, recounting the actions of that great apostle of the French, and all that they might expect from his known zeal for the faith. He was a Slavonian by birth. Could there be any doubt, then, that the Christians would triumph when his glory was on that day in so peculiar a manner interested in perform- ing miracles in their favour? " An accidental circumstance gave the highest appearance of truth to these ideas. The Grand Marshal, who had just completed his last reconnoissance of the enemy's lines, returned with his countenance illuminated by the presage of victory 'My companions,' he exclaimed, ' in half an hour we shall be lodged under these gilded tents.' In fact, he had dis- covered that the point against which he in- tended to direct his principal attack was not defended but by a few troops benumbed by the POLAND. cold. He immediately made several feigned assaults to distract the attention of the enemy, and directed against the palisades, by which he intended to enter, the fire of a battery already erected. The soldiers immediately recollected that the preceding evening they had made the utmost efforts to draw the cannon beyond that point, but that a power apparently more than human had chained them to the spot, from whence now they easily beat down the obstacles to the army's ad- vance, and cleared the road to victory. Who was so blind as not to see in that circum- stance the miraculous intervention of Gregory of Tours ! " At that moment the army knelt down to re- ceive the benediction of Father Pizeborowski, confessor of the Grand Hetman ; and his prayer being concluded, Sobieski, dismount- ing from his horse, ordered his infantry to move forward to the assault of the newly- opened breach in the palisades, he himself, sword in hand, directing the way. The armed valets followed rapidly in their footsteps. That courageous band were never afraid to tread the path of danger in the hopes of plunder. In a moment the ditches were filled up and passed ; with one bound the troops arrived at the foot of the rocks. The Grand Hetman, after that first success, had hardly time to re- mount on horseback, when, on the heights of the entrenched camp, were seen the standard of the cross and the eagle of Poland. Petri- kowski and Denhoff, of the royal race of the Piasts, had first mounted the ramparts, and raised their ensigns. At this joyful sight, a hurrah of triumph rose from the Polish ranks, and rent the heavens ; the Turks were seized with consternation; they had been confounded at that sudden attack, made at a time when they imagined the severity of the weather had made the Christians renounce their perilous enterprise. Such was the confusion, that but for the extraordinary strength of the position, they could not have stood a moment. At this critical juncture, Hussein, deceived by a false attack of Czarnicki, hastened with his cavalry to the other side of the camp, and the spahis, conceiving that he was flying, speedily took to flight. " But the Janizzaries were not yet van- quished. Inured to arms, they rapidly formed their ranks, and falling upon > the valets, who had dispersed in search of plunder, easily put them to the sword. Fortunately, Sobieski had had time to employ his foot soldiers in level- ling the ground, and rendering accessible the approaches to the summits of the hills. The Polish cavalry came rushing in with a noise like thunder. The hussars, the cuirassiers, with burning torches affixed to their lances, scaled precipices which seemed hardly acces- sible to foot soldiers. Inactive till that mo- ment, Paz now roused his giant strength. Ever the rival of Sobieski, he rushed forward with his Lithuanian nobles in the midst of every danger, to endeavour to arrive first in the Ottoman camp. It was too late ; already mander, Sobieski was employed in re-forming the ranks of the assailants, disordered by the assault and their success, and preparing for a new battle in the midst of that city of tents, which, though surprised, seemed not subdued. " But the astonishment and confusion of the besieged, the cries of the women, shut up in the Harems, the thundering charges of the heavy squadrons clothed in impenetrable steel, and composed of impetuous young men, gave the Turks no time to recover from their con- sternation. It was no longer a battle, but a massacre. Demetrius and the Lithuanian met at the same time in the invaded camp. A cry of horror now rose from the Turkish ranks, and they rushed in crowds to the bridge of boats which crossed the Dniester, and formed the sole communication between Kotzim, and the fortified city of Kamaniek. In the struggle to reach this sole outlet from destruction, mul- titudes killed each other. But Sobieski's fore- sight had deprived the vanquished even of this last resource. His brother-in-laAv, Radziwil, had during the tumult glided unperceived through the bottom of the ravines, and at the critical moment made himself master of the bridge, and the heights which commanded it. The only resource of the fugitives was now to throw themselves into the waves. 20,000 men perished at that fatal point, either on the shores or in the half-congealed stream. Insatiable in carnage, the hussars led by Maziniki pursued them on horseback into the bed of the Dneiper, and sabred thousands when struggling in the stream. 40,000 dead bodies were found in the precincts of the camp. The water of the river for several leagues ran red with blood, and corpses were thrown up with every wave on its deserted shores. "At the news of this extraordinary triumph, the Captain Pacha, who was advancing with a fresh army to invade Poland, set fire to his camp, and hastened across the Danube. The Moldavians and Walachians made their sub- mission to the conqueror, and the Turks, re- cently so arrogant, began to tremble for their capital. Europe, electrified with these suc- cesses, returned thanks for the greatest victory gained for three centuries over the infidels. Christendom quivered with joy, as if it had just escaped from ignominy and bondage." II. 130153. But while Europe was awaiting the intel- ligence of the completion of the overthrow of the Osmanlis, desertion and flight had ruined the Polish army. Whole Palatinates had abandoned their colours. They were desirous to carry off in safety the spoils of the East, and to prepare for that new field of battle which the election of the King of Poland, who died at this juncture, presented. Sobieski remained almost alone on the banks of the Dniester. At the moment when Walachia and Moldavia were throwing themselves under the protec- tion of the Polish crown, when the Captain Pacha was flying to the foot of Balkan, and Sobieski was dreaming of changing the face the flaming lances of the Grand Hetman | of the world, his army dissolved. The Turks, gleamed on the summits of the entrenchments, I at this unexpected piece of fortune, recovered and ever attentive to the duties of a com- 1 from their terror ; and the rule of the Mussul- 60 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. men was perpetuated for two centuries in Eu- rope." II. 165. This victory and the subsequent dissolution of the army, so characteristic both of the glo- ries and the incon.stancy of Poland, great as it was, was eclipsed by the splendours of the de- liverance of Vienna. The account of the pre- vious election of this great man to the throne of Poland is singularly characteristic of Polish manners. " The plain of Volo to the west of Warsaw had been the theatre, from the earliest times, of the popular elections. Already the impa- crown. Sobieski had previously occupied the bridge over the river by a regiment of hussars, upon which the Lithuanians seized every house in the city which wealth could com- mand. These hostile dispositions were too significant of frightful disorders. War soon ensued in the midst of the rejoicings between Lithuania and Poland. Every time the oppo- site factions met, their strife terminated in bloodshed. The hostilities extended even to the bloody game of the Klopiches, which was played by a confederation of the boys in the city, or of pages and valets, who amused them- tient Pospolite covered that vast extent with selves by forming troops, electing a marshal, its waves, like an army prepared to commence | choosing a field of battle, and fighting there to last extremitv- On this occasion they an assault on a fortified town. The innumera- ble piles of arms; the immense tables round which faction united their supporters ; a thousand jousts with the javelin or the lance; a thousand squadrons engaged in mimic war; a thousand parties of palatines, governors of castles, and other dignified authorities who traversed the ranks distributing exhortations, party songs, and largesses ; a thousand caval- cades of gentlemen, who rode, according to custom, with their battle-axes by their sides, and discussed at the gallop, the dearest in- terests of the republic ; innumerable quarrels, originating in drunkenness, and terminating in blood: Such were the scenes of tumult, amusement, and war, a faithful mirror of Poland, which, as far as the eye could reach, filled the plain. " The arena was closed in by a vast circle of tents, which embraced, as in an immense girdle, the plain of Volo, the shores of the Vis- tula, and the spires of Warsaw. The horizon seemed bounded by a range of snowy moun- tains, of which the summits were portrayed in the hazy distance by their dazzling whiteness. Their camp formed another city, with its markets, its gardens, its hotels, and its monu- ments. There the great displayed their Orien- tal magnificence ; the nobles, the palatines, vied with each other in the splendour of their horses and equipage ; and the stranger who beheld for the first time that luxury, worthy of the last and greatest of the Nomade people, was never weary of admiring the immense hotels, the porticoes, the colonnades, the gal- leries of painted or gilded stuffs, the castles of cotton and silk, with their draw-bridges, towers, and ditches. Thanks to the recent victory, a great part of these riches had been taken . from the Turks. Judging from the multitude of stalls, kitchens, baths, audience chambers, the elegance of the Oriental archi- tecture, the taste of the designs, the profusion of gilded crosses, domes, and pagodas, you would imagine that the seraglio of some Eastern sultan had been transported by en- chantment to the banks of the Vistula. Vic- tory had accomplished this prodigy ; these, were the tents of Mahomet IV., taken at the battle of Kotzim, and though Sobieski was absent, his triumphant arms surmounted the crescent of Mahomet. "The Lithuanians were encamped on the opposite shores of the Vistula; and their Grand Hetman, Michel Paz, had brought up his whole force to dictate laws, as it were, to the Polish the last extremity. On this were divided into corps of Lithuanians and Poles, who hoisted the colours of their respec- tive states, got fire-arms to imitate more com- pletely the habits of the equestrian order, and disturbed the plain everywhere by their marches, or terrified it by their assaults. Their shock desolated the plain; the villages were in flames ; the savage huts of which the suburbs of Warsaw were then composed, were incessantly invaded and sacked in that terri- ble sport, invented apparently to inure the youth to civil war, and extend even to the slaves the enjoyments of anarchy. " On the day of the elections the three orders mounted on horseback. The princes, the palatines, the bishops, the prelates, proceeded towards the plain of Volo, surrounded 'by eighty thousand mounted citizens, any one of whom might, at the expiry of a few hours, find him- self King^of Poland. They all bore in their countenances, even under the livery or ban- ners of a master, the pride arising from that ruinous privilege. The European dress no- where appeared on that solemn occasion. The children of the desert strove to hide the furs and skins in which they were clothed under chains of gold and the glitter of jewels. Their bonnets were composed of panther-skin, plumes of eagles or herons surmounted them: on their front were the most splendid precious stones. Their robes of sable or ermine were bound with velvet or silver : their girdle studded with jewels ; over all their furs were suspended chains of diamonds. One hand of each nobleman was without a glove ; on it was the splendid ring on which the arms of his family were engraved ; the mark, as in ancient Rome, of the equestrian order. A new proof of this intimate connection between the race, the customs, and the traditions of the northern tribes, and the founders of the Eternal City. " But nothing in this rivalry of magnificence could equal the splendour of their arms. Double poniards, double scymitars, set with brilliants; bucklers of costly workmanship, battle-axes enriched in silver, and glittering with emeralds and sapphires; bows and arrows richly gilt, which were borne at festivals, in remembrance of the ancient customs of the country, were to be seen on every side. The horses shared in this melange of barbarism and refinement; sometimes cased in iron, at others decorated with the richest colours, they bent under the weight of the sabres, the lances, and javelins by which the senatorial order POLAND. 61 marked their rank. The bishops were distin- guished by their gray or green hats, and yellow or red pantaloons, magnificently embroidered with divers colours. Often they laid aside their pastoral habits, and signalized their ad- dress as young cavaliers, by the beauty of their arms, and the management of their horses. In that crowd of the equestrian order, there was no gentleman so humble as not to try to rival this magnificence. Many carried, in furs and arms, their whole fortunes on their backs. Numbers had sold their votes to some of the candidates, for the vanity of appearing with some additional ornament before their fellow- citizens. And the people, whose dazzled eyes beheld all this magnificence, were almost with- out clothing; their long beards, naked legs, and filth, indicated, even more strongly than their pale visages and dejected air, all the miseries of servitude." II. 190 197. The achievement which has immortalized the name of John Sobieski is the deliverance of Vienna in 1683 of this glorious achieve- ment M. Salvandy gives the following interest- ing account: "After a siege of eight months, and open trenches for sixty days, Vienna was reduced to the last extremity. Famine, disease, and the sword, had cut off two-thirds of its garri- son ; and the inhabitants, depressed by inces- sant toil for the last six months, and sickened by long deferred hope, were given up to des- pair. Many breaches were made in the walls ; the massy bastions were crumbling in ruins, and entrenchments thrown up in haste in the streets, formed the last resource of the German capital. Stahremborg, the governor, had an- nounced the necessity of surrendering if not relieved in three days ; and every night signals of distress from the summits of the steeples, announced the extremities to which they were reduced. " One evening, the sentinel who was on the watch at the top of the steeple of St. Stephen's, perceived a blazing flame on the summits of the Calemberg; soon after an army was seen preparing to descend the ridge. Every tele- scope was instantly turned in that direction, and from the brilliancy of their lances, and the splendour of their banners it was easy to see that it was the Hussars of Poland, so redoubt- able to the Osmanlis, who were approaching. The Turks were immediately to be seen divid- ing their vast host into divisions, one destined to oppose this new enemy, and one to continue the assaults on the besieged. At the sight of the terrible conflict which was approaching, the women and children flocked to the churches, while Stahremborg led forth all that remained of the men to the breaches. "The Duke of Lorraine had previously set forth with a few horsemen to join the King of Poland, and learn the art of war, as he ex- pressed it, under so great a master. The two illustrious commanders soon concerted a plan of operations, and Sobieski encamped on the Danube, with all his forces, united to the troops of the empire. It was with tears of joy. that the sovereigns, generals, and the soldiers of the Imperialists received the illustrious chief whom heaven had sent to their relief. Before his arrival discord reigned in their camp, but all now yielded obedience to the Polish hero. " The Duke of Lorraine had previously con- structed at Tulin, six leagues below Vienna, a triple bridge, which Kara Mustapha, the Turkish commander, allowed to be formed without opposition. The German Electors nevertheless hesitated to cross the river; the severity of the weather, long rains, and roads now almost impassable, augmented their alarms. But the King of Poland was a stranger alike to hesitation as fear; the state of Vienna would admit of no delay. The last despatch of Stahremborg was simply in these words : ' There is no time to lose.' ' There is no re- verse to fear,' exclaimed Sobieski ; ' the gene- ral who at the head of three hundred thousand men could allow that bridge to be constructed in his teeth, cannot fail to be defeated.' "On the following day the liberators of Christendom passed in review before their allies. The Poles marched first; the specta- tors were astonished at the magnificence of their arms, the splendour of the dresses, and the beauty of the horses. The infantry was less brilliant; one regiment in particular, by its battered appearance, hurt the pride of the monarch ' Look well at those brave men/ said he to the Imperialists ; ' it is an invincible battalion, who have sworn never to renew their clothing, till they are arrayed in the spoils of the Turks.' These words were repeated to the regiments; if they did not, says the annal- ist, clothe them, they encircled every man with a cuirass. " The Christian army, when all assembled, amounted to 70,000 men, of whom only 30,000 were infantry. Of these the Poles were 18,000. The principal disquietude of the king was on account of the absence of the Cossacks, whom Mynzwicki had promised to bring up to his assistance. He well knew what admirable scouts they formed: the Tartars had always found in them their most formidable enemies. Long experience in the Turkish wars had rendered them exceedingly skilful in this species of warfare : no other force was equal to them in seizing prisoners and gaining in- telligence. They were promised ten crowns for every man they brought in after this man- ner: they led their captives to the tent of their king, where they got their promised reward, and went away saying, 'John, I have touched my money, God will repay you.' Bereaved of these faithful assistants, the king was com- pelled to expose his hussars in exploring the dangerous defiles in which the army was about to engage. The Imperialists, who could not comprehend his attachment to that undisci- plined-militia, were astonished to hear him incessantly exclaiming, Oh ! Mynzwicki, Oh ' Mynzwicki.' " A reeky chain, full of narrow and precipitous ravines, of woods and rocks, called the Calem- herg in modern times, the Mons ./Etins of the Romans, separated the two armies: the cause of Christendom from that of Mahomet. It was necessary to scale that formidable barrier; for the mountains advanced with a rocky front into the middle of the Danube. Fortunately, 62 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. the negligence of the Turks had omitted to fortify these posts, where a few battalions might have arrested the Polish army. " Nothing could equal the confidence of the Turks but the disquietude of the' Imperialists. Such was the terror impressed by the vast host of the Mussulmen, that at the first cry of Allah ! whole battalions took to flight. Many thousand peasants were incessantly engaged in levelling the roads over the mountains, or cutting through the forest. The foot soldiers dragged the artillery with their arms, and were compelled to abandon the heavier pieces. Chiefs and soldiers carried each his own pro- visions : the leaves of the oak formed the sole subsistence of the horses. Some scouts reach- ed the summit of the ridge long before the remainder of the army, and from thence be- held the countless myriads of the Turkish tents extending to the walls of Vienna. Ter- rified at the sight, they returned in dismay, and a contagious panic began to spread through the army. The king had need, to re- assure his troops, of all the security of his countenance, the gaiety of his discourse, and the remembrance of the multitudes of the infidels whom he had dispersed in his life. The Janizzaries of his guard, who surrounded him on the march, were so many living monu- ments of his victories, and every one was astonished that he ventured to attack the Mus- sulmen with such an escort. He offered to send them to the rear, or even to give them a safe conduct to the Turkish camp, but they all answered with tears in their eyes, that they would live and die with him. His heroism subjugated alike Infidels and Christians, chiefs and soldiers. "At length, on Saturday, September llth, the army encamped, at eleven o'clock in the forenoon, on the sterile and inhospitable sum- mit of the Calemberg, and occupied the con- vent of Camaldoli and the old castle of Leo- poldsburg. Far beneath extended the vast and uneven plain of Austria: its smoking capital, the gilded tents, and countless host of the besiegers ; while at the foot of the ridge, where the mountain sunk into the plain, the forests and ravines were occupied by the advanced guards, prepared to dispute the passage of the army." There it was that they lighted the fires which spread joy and hope through every heart at Vienna. "Trusting in their vast multitudes, the Turks pressed the assault of Vienna on the one side, while on the other they faced the liberating army. The Turkish vizier counted in his ranks four Christian princes and as many Tartar chiefs. All the nobles of Ger- many and Poland were on the other side : Sobieski was at once the Agamemnon and Achilles of that splendid host. "The young Eugene of Savoy made his first essay in arms, by bringing to Sobieski the in- telligence that the engagement was commenced between the advanced guards at the foot of the ridge. The Christians immediately de- scended the mountains in five columns like torrents, but marching in the finest order : the leading divisions halted at every hundred paces to give time to those behind, who were retarded by the difficulties of the descent, to join them. A rude parapet, hastily erected by the Turks to bar the five debouches of the roads into the plain, was forced after a short combat. At every ravine, the Christians ex- perienced fresh obstacles to surmount: the spahis dismounted to contest the rocky ascents, and speedily regaining their horses when they were forced, fell back in haste to the next positions which were to be defended. But the Mussulmen, deficient in infantry, could not withstand the steady advance and solid masses of the Germans, and the Christians everywhere gained ground. Animated by the continued advance of their deliverers, the garrison of Vienna performed miracles on the breach ; and Kara Mustapha, who long hesitated which battle he should join, resolved to meet the avenging squadrons of the Polish king. "By two o'clock the ravines were cleared, and the allies drawn up in the plain. Sobieski ordered the Duke of Lorraine to halt, to give time for the Poles, who had been retarded by a circuitous march, to join the army. At eleven they appeared, and took their post on the right. The Imperial eagles saluted the squadrons of gilded cuirasses with cries of 'Long live King John Sobieski!' and the cry, repeated along the Christian line, startled the Mussulmen force. " Sobieski charged in the centre, and di- rected his attack against the scarlet tent of the sultan, surrounded by his faithful squadrons distinguished by his splendid plume, his bow, and quiver of gold, which hung on his shoul- der most of ail by the enthusiasm which his presence everywhere excited. He advanced, exclaiming, 'Non nobis, Domine, sed tibi sit gloria !' The Tartars and the spahis fled when they heard the name of the Polish hero re- peated from one end to the other of the Otto- man lines. ' By Allah,' exclaimed Sultan Gieray, ' the king is with them !' At this moment the moon was eclipsed, and the Ma- hometans beheld with dread the crescent waning in the heavens. " At the same time, the hussars of Prince Alexander, who formed the leading column, broke into a charge amidst the national cry, 'God defend Poland!' The remaining squad- rons, led by all that was noblest and bravest in the country, resplendent in arms, buoyant in courage, followed at the gallop. They cleared, without drawing bridle, a ravine, at which in- fantry might have paused, and charged furi- ously up the opposite bank. With such vehemence did they enter the enemy's ranks, that they fairly cut the army in two, justify- ing thus the celebrated saying of that haughty nobility to one of their kings, that with their aid no reverse was irreparable ; and that if the heaven itself were to fall, they would support it on the points of their lances. "The shock was so violent that almost all the lances were splintered. The Pachas of Aleppo and of Silistria were slain on the spot ; four other pachas fell under the sabres of Jablonowski. At the same time Charles of Lorraine had routed the force of the principa- lities, and threatened the Ottoman camp. Kara POLAND. Mustapha fell at once from the heights of confidence to the depths of despair. ' Can you not aid me ?' said he to the Kara of the Crimea. ' I know the King of Poland,' said he, ' and I tell you, that with such an enemy we have no chance of safety but in flight.' Mustapha in vain strove to rally his troops ; all, seized with a sudden panic, fled, not daring to lift their eyes to heaven. The cause of Europe, of Christianity, of civilization, had prevailed. The wave of the Mussulman power had retired, and retired never to return. "At six in the evening, Sobieski entered the Turkish camp. He arrived first at the quar- ters of the vizier. At the entrance of that vast enclosure a slave met him, and presented him with the charger and golden bridle of Musta- pha. He took the bridle, and ordered one of his followers to set out in haste for the Queen of Poland, and say that he who owned that bridle was vanquished ; then planted his standard in the midst of that armed caravan- sera of all the nations of the East, and ordered Charles of Lorraine to drive the besiegers from the trenches before Vienna. It was already done ; the Janizzaries had left their posts on the approach of night, and, after sixty days of open trenches, the imperial city was delivered. " On the following morning the magnitude of the victory appeared. One hundred and twenty thousand tents were still standing, not- withstanding the attempts at their destruction by the Turks ; the innumerable multitude of the Orientals had disappeared ; but their spoils, their horses, their camels, their splendour, loaded the ground. The king at ten approached Vienna. He passed through the breach, where- by but for him on that day the Turks would have found an entrance. At his approach the streets were cleared of their ruins; and the people, issuing from their cellars and their tottering houses, gazed with enthusiasm on their deliverer. They followed him to the church of the Augustins, where, as the clergy had not arrived, the king himself chanted Te Deum. This service was soon after performed with still greater solemnity in the cathedral of St. Stephen ; the king joined with his face to the ground. It was there that the priest used the inspired words- ' There was a man sent from heaven, and his name was John.' " HI. 50, 101. During this memorable campaign, Sobieski, who through life was a tender and affectionate husband, wrote daily to his wife. At the age of fifty-four he had lost nothing of the tender- ness and enthusiasm of his earlier years. In one of them he says, " I read all your letters, my dear and incomparable Maria, thrice over; once when I receive them, once when I retire to my tent and am alone with my love, once when I sit down to answer them. I beseech you, my beloved, do not rise so early; no health can stand such exertions; if you do, you will destroy my health, and what is worse, injure your own, which is my sole consola- tion in this world." When offered the throne of Poland, it was at first proposed that he should divorce his wife, and marry the widow of the late king, to reconcile the contending faction. " I am not yet a king," said he, " and have contracted no obligations towards the nation: Let them resume their gift; I disdain the throne if it is to be purchased at such a price." It is superfluous, after these quotations, to say any thing of the merits of M. Salvaridy's work. It unites, in a rare degree, the qualities of philosophical thought with brilliant and vivid description ; and is one of the numerous instances of the vast superiority of the Modern French Historians to most of those of whom Great Britain, in the present age, can boast. If any thing could reconcile us to the march of revolution, it is the vast development of talent which has taken place in France since her political convulsions commenced, and the new field which their genius has opened up in historical disquisitions. On comparing the historians of the two countries since the resto- ration, it seems as if they were teeming with the luxuriance of a virgin soil; while we are sinking under the sterility of exhausted cul- tivation. Steadily resisting, as we trust we shall ever do, the fatal march of French in- novation, we shall yet never be found wanting in yielding due praise to the splendour of French talent; and in the turn which political speculation has recently taken among the most elevated minds in their active metropolis, we are not without hopes that the first rays of the dawn are to be discerned, which is destined to compensate to mankind for the darkness and blood of the revolution. 64 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. MADAME DE STAEL.* AMIDST the deluge of new and ephemeral publications under which the press both in France and England is groaning, and the woful depravity of public taste, in all branches of literature, which in the former country has followed the Revolution of the Three Glorious Days, it is not the least important part of the duty of all those who have any share, however inconsiderable, in the direction of the objects to which public thought is to be applied, to recur from time to time to the great and standard works of a former age; and from amidst the dazzling light of passing meteors in the lower regions of the atmosphere, to endeavour to direct the public gaze to those fixed luminaries whose radiance in the higher heavens shines, and ever will shine, in im- perishable lustre. From our sense of the im- portance and utility of this attempt, we are not to be deterred by the common remark, that these authors are in everybody's hands ; that their works are read at school, and their names become as household sounds. We know that many things are read at school which are forgotten at college ; and many things learned at college which are unhappily and permanently discarded in later years; and that there are many authors whose names are as household sounds, whose works for that very reason are as a strange and unknown tongue. Every one has heard of Racine and Moliere, of Bossuet and Fenelon, of Voltaire and Rousseau, of Chateaubriand and Madame de Stael, of Pascal and Rabelais. We would beg to ask even our best informed and most learned readers, with how many of their works they are really familiar; how many of their felicitous expressions have sunk into their recollections ; how many of their ideas are engraven on their memory? Others may possess more retentive memories, or more ex- tensive reading than we do ; but we confess, when we apply such a question, even to the constant study of thirty years, we feel not a little mortified at the time which has been misapplied, and the brilliant ideas once ob- tained from others which have now faded from the recollection, and should rejoice much to obtain from others that retrospect of past greatness which we propose ourselves to lay before our readers. Every one now is so constantly in the habit of reading the new publications, of devouring the fresh productions of the press, that we for- get the extraordinary superiority of standard works ; and are obliged to go back to the studies of our youth for that superlative en- joyment which arises from the perusal of authors, where every sentence is thought, and often every word conception ; where new trains of contemplation or emotion are awakened in every page, and the volume is closed almost * Blackwood's Magazine, June 1837. every minute to meditate on the novelty or justice of the reflections which arise from its study. And it is not on the first perusal of these authors that this exquisite pleasure is obtained. In the heyday of youth and strength, when imagination is ardent, and the world unknown, it is the romance of the story, or the general strain of the argument which carries the reader on, and many of the finest and most spiritual reflections are overlooked or un- appreciated; but in later years, when life has been experienced, and joy and sorrow felt, when the memory is stored with recollections, and the imagination with images, it is reflec- tion and observation which constitute the chief attraction in composition. And judging of the changes wrought by Time in others from what we have experienced ourselves, we anticipate a high gratification, even in the best informed readers, by a direction of their attention to many passages in the great French writers of the age of Louis XIV. and the Revolution, a comparison of their excellences, a criticism on their defects, and an exposition of the mighty influence which the progress of poli- tical events has had upon the ideas reflected, even to the greatest authors, from the age in which they lived, and the external events passing around them. The two great eras of French prose litera- ture are those of Louis XIV. and the Revo- lution. If the former can boast of Bossuet, the latter can appeal to Chateaubriand: if the former still shine in the purest lustre in Fenelon, the latter may boast the more fervent pages, and varied genius of De Stael ; if the former is supreme in the tragic and comic muse, and can array Racine, Corneille' and Moliere, against the transient Lilliputians of the romantic school, the latter can show in the poetry and even the prose of Lamartine a condensation of feeling, a depth of pathos and energy of thought which can never be reached but in an age which has undergone the animat- ing episodes, the heart-stirring feelings conse- quent on social convulsion. In the branches of literature which depend on the relations of men to each other, history politics historical phi- losophy and historical romance, the superiority of the modern school is so prodigious, that it i;> impossible to find a parallel to it in former days : and even the dignified language and eagle glance of the Bishop of Meaux sinks into insignificance, compared to the vast ability which, in inferior minds, experience and actual suffering have brought to bear on the in- vestigation of public affairs. Modern writers were for long at a loss to understand the cause which had given such superior pathos, ener- gy, and practical wisdom to the historians of antiquity; but the French Revolution at once explained the mystery. When modern times were brought into collision with the passions and the suffering consequent on democratic MADAME DE STAEL. 65 ascendency and social convulsion, they were not long of feeling the truths which experience had taught to ancient writers, and acquiring the power of vivid description and condensed yet fervent narrative by which the great his- torians of antiquity are characterized. At the head of the modern prose writers of France, we place Madame de Stael, Chateau- briand, and Guizot : The general style of the two first and the most imaginative of these writers De Stael and Chateaubriand is es- sentially different from that of Bossuet, Fenelon and Massillon. We have no longer either the thoughts, the language, or the images of these great and dignified writers ! With the pompous grandeur of the Grande Monarque; with the awful splendour of the palace, and the irresisti- ble power of the throne ; with the superb mag- nificence of Versailles, its marbles, halls, and forests of statues, have passed away the train of thought by which the vices and corruption then chiefly prevalent in society were combated by these worthy soldiers of the militia of Christ. Strange to say, the ideas of that des- potic age are more condemnatory of princes; more eulogistic of the people, more con- firmatory of the principles which, if pushe'd to their legitimate consequences, lead to demo- cracy, than those of the age when the sove- reignty of the people was actually established. In their eloquent declamations, the wisdom, justice, and purity of the masses are the con- stant subject of eulogy ; almost all social and political evils are traced to the corruptions of courts and the vices of kings. The applause of the people, the condemnation of rulers, in Telemachns, often resembles rather the frothy declamations of the Tribune in favour of the sovereign multitude, than the severe lessons addressed by a courtly prelate to the heir of a despotic throne. With a fearless courage worthy of the highest commendation, and very different from the base adulation of modern times to the Baal of popular power, Bossuet, Massillon, and Bourdaloue, incessantly rung in the ears of their courtly auditory the equality of mankind in the sight of heaven and the awful words of judgment to come. These im- aginary and Utopian effusions now excite a smile, even in the most youthful student; and a suffering age, taught by the experienced evils of democratic ascendency, has now learned to appreciate, as they deserve, the pro- found and caustic sayings in which Aristotle, Sallust, and Tacitus have delivered to future ages the condensed wisdom on the instability and tyranny of the popular rule, which ages of calamity had brought home to the sages of antiquity. In Madame de Stael and Chateaubriand we have incomparably more originality and va- riety of thought; far more just and expe- rienced views of human affairs ; far more condensed wisdom, which the statesman and the philosopher may treasure in their memo- ries, than in the great writers of the age of Louis XIV. We see at once in their produc- tions that we are dealing with those who speak from experience of human affairs ; to whom years of suffering have brought centuries of wisdom ; and whom the stern school of adver- sity have learned to abjure both much of the fanciful El Dorado speculations of preceding philosophy, and the perilous effusions of suc- ceeding republicanism. Though the one was by birth and habit an aristocrat of the ancient and now decaying school, and the other, a liberal nursed at the feet of the great Gamaliel of the Revolution, yet there is no material dif- ference in their political conclusions; so com- pletely does a close observation of the progress of a revolution induce the same conclusions in minds of the highest stamp, with whatever early prepossessions the survey may have been originally commenced. The Dix Annees d'Exil, and the observations on the French revolution, might have been written by Cha- teaubriand, and Madame de Stael would have little wherefrom to dissent in the Monarchic selon la Charte, or later political writings of her illustrious rival. It is by their works of imagination, taste, and criticism, however, that these immortal writers are principally celebrated, and it is with them that we propose to commence this critical survey. Their names are universally known : Corinne, Delphine, De 1'Allemagne, the Dix Annees d'Exil, and De la Litterature, are as familiar in sound, at least,, to our ears, as the Genie de Christianisme, the Itineraire, the Martyrs, Atala et Rene of the far-travelled pilgrim of expiring feudalism, are to our memories. Each has beauties of the very highest cast in this department, and yet their excellences are so various, that we know not to which to award the palm. If driven to dis- criminate between them, we should say that De Stael has more sentiment, Chateaubriand more imagination ; that the former has deeper knowledge of human feelings, and the latter more varied and animated pictures of human manners ; that the charm of the former con- sists chiefly in the just and profound views of life, its changes and emotions with which her works abound, and the fascination of the latter in the brilliant phantasmagoria of actual scenes, impressions, and events which his writings exhibit. No one can exceed Madame de Stael in the expression of the sentiment or poetry of nature, or the development of the varied and storied associations which histori- cal scenes or monuments never fail to awaken in the cultivated mind ; but in the delineation of the actual features she exhibits, or the painting of the various and gorgeous scenery or objects she presents, she is greatly inferior to the author of the Genius of Christianity. She speaks emotion to the heart, not pictures to the eye. Chateaubriand, on the other hand, has dipped his pencil in the finest and most radiant hues of nature: with a skill surpassing even that of the Great Magician of the North, he depicts all the most splendid scenes of both hemispheres ; and seizing with the inspiration of genius on the really characteristic features of the boundless variety of objects he has visited, brings them before us with a force and fidelity which it is impossible to surpass. After all, however, on rising from a perusal of the great works of these two authors, it is hard to say which has left the most indelible impression on the mind; for if the one has 66 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. accumulated a store of brilliant pictures which have never yet been rivalled, the other has drawn from the objects on which she has touched all the most profound emotions which they could awaken; and if the first leaves a gorgeous scene painted on the mind, the latter has engraved a durable impression on the heart. CORINJTE is not to be regarded as a novel. Boarding-school girls, and youths just fledged from college, may admire it as such, and dwell with admiration on the sorrows of the heroine and the faithlessness of Lord Nevil ; but con- sidered in that view it has glaring faults, both in respect of fancy, probability, and story, and will bear no comparison either with the great novels of Sir Walter Scott, or the secondary productions of his numerous imitators. The real view in which to regard it is as a picture of Italy; its inhabitants, feelings, and recollec- tions; its cloudless skies and glassy seas; its forest-clad hills and sunny vales ; its umbra- geous groves and mouldering forms ; its heart- inspiring ruins and deathless scenes. As such it is superior to any work on that subject which has appeared in any European language. No- where else shall we find so rich and glowing an intermixture of sentiment with description ; of deep feeling for the beauty of art, with a correct perception of its leading principles; of historical lore with poetical fancy; of ar- dour in the cause of social amelioration, with charity to the individuals who, under unfortu- nate institutions, are chained to a life of indo- lence and pleasure. Beneath the glowing sun and azure skies of Italy she has imbibed the real modern Italian spirit: she exhibits in the mouth of her heroine all that devotion to art, that rapturous regard to antiquity, that insou- ciance in ordinary life, and constant besoin of fresh excitement by which that remarkable people are distinguished from any other at present in Europe. She paints them as they really are ; living on the recollection of the past, feeding on the glories of their double set of illustrious ancestors ; at times exulting in the recollection of the legions which subdued the world, at others recurring with pride to the glorious though brief days of modern art ; mingling the names of Caesar, Pompey, Cicero, and Virgil with those of Michael Angelo, Ra- phael, Buonarotti, and Correggio; repeating with admiration the stanzas of Tasso as they glide through the deserted palaces of Venice, and storing their minds with the rich creations of Ariosto's fancy as they gaze on the stately monuments of Rome. Not less vividly has she portrayed, in the language, feelings, and character of her he- roine, the singular intermixture with these animating recollections of all the frivolity which 'has rendered impossible, without a fresh impregnation of northern vigour, the regeneration of Italian society. We see in her pages, as we witness in real life, talents the most commanding, beauty the most fasci- nating, graces the most captivating, devoted to no other object but the excitement of a transient passion; infidelity itself subjected to certain restraints, and boasting of its fidelity to one attachment; whole classes of society incessantly occupied with no other object but the gratification of vanity, the thraldom of at- tachment, or the imperious demands of beauty, and the strongest propensity of cultivated life, the besoin d'aimer, influencing, for the best part of their lives, the higher classes of both sexes. In such representation there would probably be nothing in the hands of an ordinary writer but frivolous or possibly pernicious details ; but by Madame de Stael it is touched on so gently, so strongly intermingled with senti- ment, and traced so naturally to its ultimate and disastrous effects, that the picture be- comes not merely characteristic of manners, but purifying in its tendency. The Dix AXNEES D'EXIL, though abounding with fewer splendid and enchanting passages, is written in a higher strain, and devoted to more elevated objects than the Italian novel. It exhibits the Imperial Government of Napo- | Icon in the palmy days of his greatness ; when all the Continent had bowed the neck to his power, and from the rock of Gibraltar to the Frozen Ocean, not a voice dared to be lifted against his commands. It shows the internal tyranny and vexations of this formidable power; its despicable jealousies and con- temptible vanity; its odious restrictions and tyrannizing tendency. W r e see the censorship chaining the human mind to the night of the tenth in the opening of the nineteenth century; the commands of the police fettering every effort of independent thought and free discus- sion ; forty millions of men slavishly following the car of a victor, who, in exchange for all the advantages of freedom, hoped but never obtained from the Revolution, dazzled them with the glitter only of gilded chains. In her subsequent migrations through Tyrol, Poland, Russia, and Sweden, to avoid his persecution during the years which preceded the Russian war, we have the noblest picture of the ele- vated feelings which, during this period of general oppression, were rising up in the na- tions which yet preserved a shadow of inde- pendence, as well as of the heroic stand made by Alexander and his brave subjects against the memorable invasion which ultimately proved their oppressor's ruin. These are animating themes ; and though not in general inclined to dwell on description, or enrich her work with picturesque narrative, the scenery of the north had wakened profound emotions in her heart which appear in many touches and reflections of no ordinary sublimity. Chateaubriand addresses himself much more habitually and systematically to the eye. He paints what he has seen, whether in nature, societ3 r , manners, or art, with the graphic skill of a consummate draughtsman; and produces the emotion he is desirous of awakening, not by direct words calculated to arouse it, but by enabling the imagination to depict to itself the objects which in nature, by their felicitous com- bination, produced the impression. Madame de Stael does not paint the features of the scene, but in a few words she portrays the emotion which she experienced on beholding it, and contrives by these few words to awaken it in her readers ; Chateaubriand enumerates with a painter's power all the features of the MADAME DE STAEL. 67 scene, and by the vividness of description succeeds not merely in painting it on the retina of the mind, but m awakening there the precise emotion which he himself felt on beholding it. The one speaks to the heart through the eye, the other to the eye through the heart. As we travel with the illustrious pilgrim of the Revolution, we see rising before us in successive clearness the lonely temples, and glittering valleys, and storied capes of Greece ; the desert plains and rocky ridges and sepulchral hollows of Judea; the solitary palms and stately monuments of Egypt; the isolated remains of Carthage, the deep solitudes of America, the sounding cataracts, and still lakes, and boundless forests of the New World. Not less vivid is his description of human scenes and actions, of which, during his event- ful career, he has seen such an extraordinary variety; the Janissary, the Tartar, the Turk; the Bedouins of the desert places, the Numi- dians of the torrid zone; the cruel revolution- ists of France ; the independent savages of America; the ardent mind of Napoleon, the dauntless intrepidity of Pitt. Nothing can exceed the variety and brilliancy of the pictures which he leaves engraven on the imagination of his reader; but he has neither touched the heart nor convinced the judgment like the profound hand of his female rival. To illustrate these observations we have selected two of the most brilliant descriptions from Chateaubriand's Genie de Christianisme, and placed beside these two of the most in- spired of Madame de StaeTs passages on Roman scenery. We shall subjoin two of the most admirable descriptions by Sir Walter Scott, that the reader may at once have pre- sented to his view the masterpieces, in the descriptive line, of the three greatest authors of the age. All the passages are translated by ourselves; we have neither translations at hand, nor inclination to mar so much elo- quence by the slovenly dress in which it usual- ly appears in an English version. " There is a God ! The herbs of the valley, the cedars of the mountain, bless him the insect sports in his beams the elephant salutes him with the rising orb of day the bird sings him in the foliage the thunder proclaims him in the heavens the ocean de- clares his immensity man alone has said, < There is no God !' " Unite in thought, at the same instant, the most beautiful objects in nature ; suppose that you see at once all the hours of the day, and all the seasons of the year; a morning of spring and a morning of autumn ; a night be- spangled with stars, and a night covered with clouds; meadows enamelled with flowers, forests hoary with snow ; fields gilded by the tints of autumn; then alone you will have a just conception of the universe. While you are gazing on that sun which is plunging under the vault of the west, another observer admires him emerging from the gilded gates of the east. By what unconceivable magic does that aged star, which is sinking fatigued and burning in the shades of the evening, reappear at the same instant fresh and humid with the rosy dew of the morning ? At every instant of the day the glorious orb is at once rising resplendent at noonday, and setting in the west ; or rather our senses deceive us, and there is, properly speaking, no east, or south, or west, in the world. Every thing reduces itself to one .single point, from whence the King of Day scuds forth at once a triple light in one single sub- stance. The bright splendour is perhaps that which nature can present that is most beauti- ful ; for while it gives us an idea of the per- petual magnificence and resistless power of God, it exhibits, at the same time, a shining image of the glorious Trinity." Human eloquence probably cannot, in de- scription, go beyond this inimitable passage ; but it is equalled in the pictures left us by the same author of two scenes in the New World. " One evening, when it was a profound calm, we were sailing through those lovely seas which bathe the coast of Virginia, all the sails were furled I was occupied below when I heard the bell which called the mariners upon deck to prayers I hastened to join my orisons to those of the rest of the crew. The officers were on the forecastle, with the passen- gers ; the priest, with his prayer-book in his hand, stood a little in advance ; the sailors were scattered here and there on the deck ; we were all above, with our faces turned towards the prow of the vessel, which looked to the west. "The globe of the sun, ready to plunge into the waves, appeared between the ropes of the vessel in the midst of boundless space. You would have imagined, from the balancing of the poop, that the glorious luminary changed at every instant its horizon. A few light clouds were scattered without order in the east, where the moon was slowly ascending; all the rest of the sky was unclouded. Towards the north, forming a glorious triangle with the star of day and that of night, a glittering cloud arose from the sea, resplendent with the colours of the prism, like a crystal pile supporting the vault of heaven. " He is much to be pitied who could have witnessed this scene, without feeling the beau- ty of God. Tears involuntarily flowed from my eyes, when my companions, taking off* their hats, began to sing, in their hoarse strains, the simple hymn of Our Lady of Succour. How touching was that prayer of men, who, on a fragile plank, in the midst of the ocean, contemplated the sun setting in the midst of the waves! How that simple invocation of the mariners to the mother of woes, went to the heart ! The consciousness of our littleness in the sight of Infinity our chants prolonged afar over the waves night approaching with its sable wings a whole crew of a vessel filled with admiration and a holy fear God bending over the abyss, with one hand retain- ing the sun at the gates of the west, with the other raising the moon in the east, and yet lending an attentive ear to the voice of prayer ascending from a speck in the immensity all combined to form an assemblage which can- not be described, and of which the human heart could hardly bear the weight. "The scene at land was not less ravishing. One evening I had lost my way in a forest, al a short distance from the Falls of Niagara. 68 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. Soon the day expired around me, and I tasted, in all its solitude, the lovely spectacle of a night in the deserts of the New World. " An hour after sunset the raoon showed it- self above the branches, on the opposite side of the horizon. An embalmed breeze, which the Queen of Night seemed to bring with her from the East, preceded her with its freshen- ing gales. The solitary star ascended by de- grees in the heavens ; sometimes she followed peaceably her azure course, sometimes she reposed on the groups of clouds, which re- sembled the summits of lofty mountains covered with snow. These clouds, opening and clos- ing their sails, now spread themselves out in transparent zones of white satin, now dis- persed into light bubbles of foam, or formed in the heavens bars of white so dazzling and sweet, that you could almost believe you felt their snowy surface. "The scene on the earth was of equal beau- ty ; the declining day, and the light of the moon, descended into the intervals of the trees, and spread a faint gleam even in the profoundest part of the darkness. The river which flowed at my feet, alternately lost itself in the woods, and reappeared brilliant with the constella- tions of night which reposed on its bosom. In a savanna on the other side of the river, the moonbeams slept without movement on the verdant turf. A few birches, agitated by the breeze, and dispersed here and there, formed isles of floating shadow on that motionless sea of light. All would have been in profound repose, but for the fall of a few leaves, the breath of a transient breeze, and the moaning of the owl ; while, in the distance, at intervals the deep roar of Niagara was heard, which, prolonged from desert to desert in the calm of the night, expired at length in the endless solitude of the forest. "The grandeur, the surpassing melancholy of that scene, can be expressed by no human tongue the finest nights of Europe can give no conception of it. In vain, amidst our cul- tivated fields, does the imagination seek to ex- pand it meets on all sides the habitations of men; but in those savage regions the soul loves to shroud itself in the ocean of forests, to hang over the gulf of cataracts, to meditate on the shores of lakes and rivers, and feel itself alone as it were with God. 'Prsesentiorem conspicirmis Deum, Fera per jusa, clivosque prjrruptos, Sonantes inter aquas nemoruiuque noctem.' " We doubt if any passages ever were written of more thrilling descriptive eloquence than these ; hereafter we shall contrast them with some of the finest of Lamartine, which have equalled but not exceeded them. But now mark the different style with which Madame de Stael treats the heart-stirring monuments of Roman greatness. " At this moment St. Peter arose to their view; the greatest edifice which man has ever raised, for the Pyramids themselves are of less considerable elevation. I would perhaps have done better, said Corinne, to have taken you to the most beautiful of our edifices last; but that is not my system. I am convinced that, to render one alive to the charm of the fine arts, w$ should commence with those objects which awaken a lively and profound admira- ion. When once that sentiment has been experienced, a new sphere of ideas is awaken- ed, which renders us susceptible of the im- pression produced by beauties of an inferior order; they revive, though in a lesser degree, the first impression which has been received. All these gradations in producing emotion are contrary to my opinion ; you do not arrive at the sublime by successive steps; infinite de- grees separate it from the beautiful. " Oswald experienced an extraordinary emo- tion on arriving in front of the fa9ade of St. Peter's. It wns the first occasion on which a work of human hands produced on him the effects of one of the marvels of nature. It is the only effort of human industry which has the grandeur which characterizes the imme- diate works of the Creator. Corinne rejoiced in the astonishment of Oswald. 'I have chosen,' said she, ' a day when the sun was shining in all its eclat to show you this monu- ment for the first time. I reserve for you a more sacred religious enjoyment, to contem- plate it by the light of the moon ; but at this moment it was necessary to obtain your pre- sence at the most brilliant of our fetes, the genius of man decorated by the magnificence of nature.' " The Place of St. Peter is surrounded by columns, which appear light at a distance, but massy when seen near. The earth, which rises gently to the gate of the church, adds to the effect it produces. An obelisk of eighty feet in height, which appears as nothing in presence of the cupola of St. Peter's, is in the middle of the place. The form of obelisks has something in it which is singularly pleas- ing to the imagination; their summit loses itself in the clouds, and seems even to elevate to the Heavens a great thought of man. That monument, which was brought from Egypt to adorn the baths of Caracalla, and which Sex- tus V. subsequently transported to the foot of the Temple of St. Peter ; that contemporary of so many ages which have sought in vain to decay its solid frame, inspires respect; man feels himself so fleeting, that he always expe- riences emotion in presence of that which has passed unchanged through many ages. At a little distance, on each side of the obelisk, are two fountains, the waters of which perpetually are projected up and fall down in cascades through the air. That murmur of waters, which is usually heard only in the field, pro- duces in such a situation a new sensation ; but one in harmony with that which arises from the aspect of so majestic a temple. " Painting or sculpture, imitating in general the human figure, or some object in external nature, awaken in our minds distinct and posi- tive ideas ; but a beautiful monument of archi- tecture has not any determinate expression, and the spectator is seized, on contemplating it, with that reverie, without any definite ob- ject, which leads the thoughts so far off. The sound of the waters adds to these vague and profound impressions ; it is uniform, as the edifice is regular. 'Eternal movement and eternal repose* MADAME DE STAEL. 69 are thus brought to combine with each other. It is here, in an especial manner, that Time is without power; it never dries up those spark- ling streams ; it never shakes those immovable pillars. The waters, which spring: up in fan- like luxuriance from these fountains, are so light and vapoury, that, in a fine day, the raj r s of the sun produce little rainbows of the most beautiful colour. "Stop a moment here, said Corinne to Lord Nelvil, as he stood under the portico of the church ; pause before drawing aside the cur- tain which covers the entrance of the Temple. Does not your heart beat at the threshold of that sanctuary 1 ? Do you not feel, on entering it, the emotion consequent on a solemn event 1 ? At these words Corinne herself drew aside the curtain, and held it so as to let Lord Nelvil enter. Her attitude was *o beautiful in lining so, that for a Moment it withdrew the eyes of her lover even from the. majestic interior of the Temple. But as he advanced, its greatness burst upon his mind, and the impression which he received under its lofty arches was so profound, that the sentiment of love was for a time effaced. He walked slowly beside Corinne ; both were silent. Every thing enjoined contemplation ; the slightest sound resounded so far, that no word appeared worthy of being repeated in those eternal mansions. Prayer alone, the voice of misfortune was heard at intervals in their vast vaults. And, when under those stupendous domes, you hear from afar the voice of an old man, whose trembling steps totter along those beautiful marbles, watered with so many tears, you feel that man is ren- dered more dignified by that very infirmity of his nature which exposes his divine spirit to so many kinds of suffering, and that Chris- tianity, the worship of grief, contains the true secret of man's sojourn upon earth. " Corinne interrupted the reverie of Oswald, and said to him, 'You have seen the Gothic churches of England and Germany, and must have observed that they are distinguished by a much more sombre character than this cathe- dral. There is something mystical in the Ca- tholicism of these Northern people ; ours speaks to the imagination by exterior objects. Michael Angelo said, on beholding the cupola of the Pantheon, 'I will place it in the air;' and, in truth, St. Peter's is a temple raised on the basement of a church. There is a certain alliance of the ancient worship with Christi- anity in the effect which the interior of that church produces: I often go to walk here alone, in order to restore to my mind the tran- quillity it may have lost. The sight of such a monument is like a continual and fixed music, awaiting you to pour its balm into your mind, whenever you approach it ; and certainly, among the many titles of this nation to glory, we must number the patience, courage, and disinterestedness of the chiefs of the church, who consecrated, during a hundred and fifty years, such vast treasures and boundless labour to the prosecution of a work, of which none of them could hope to enjoy the fruits.'" Corinne, vol. i. c. 3. In this magnificent passage, the words un- derlined are an obvious blemish. The idea of Oswald turning aside at the entrance of St. Peter's from the gaze of the matchless interior of the temple, a spectacle unique in the world, to feast his eye by admiration of his inamorata, is more than we, in the frigid latitudes of the north, can altogether understand. But Ma- dame de Stae'l was a woman, and a French- woman ; and apparently she could not resist the opportunity of signalizing the triumph of her sex, by portraying the superiority of female beauty to the grandest and most imposing ob- ject that the hands of man have ever reared. Abstracting from this feminine weakness, the passage is one of almost uniform beauty, and well illustrates the peculiar descriptive style of the author; not painting objects, but touch- ing the cords which cause emotions to vibrate. She has unconsciously characterized her own style, as compared with that of Chateaubriand, in describing the different characters of the cathedrals of the North and South. " There is something mystical in the Catholicism of the Northern people ; ours speaks to the imagina- tion by exterior objects." As another specimen of Madame de Stael's descriptive powers, take her picture of the Appian Way, with its long lines of tombs on either side, on the southern quarter of Rome. "She conducted Lord Nelvil beyond the gates of the city, on the ancient traces of the Appian Way. These traces are marked in the middle of the Campagna of Rome by tombs, on the right and left of which the ruins extend as far as the eye can reach for several miles beyond the walls. Cicero says that, on leaving the gate, the first tombs you meet are those of Metellus, the Scipios, and Servillius. The tomb of the Scipios has been discovered in the very place which he describes, and transported to the Vatican. Yet it was, in some sort, a sacrilege to displace these illus- trious ashes ; imagination is more nearly allied than is generally imagined to morality; we must beware of shocking it. Some of these tombs are so large, that the houses of peasants have been worked out in them, for the Romans consecrated a large space to the last remains of their friends and their relatives. They were strangers to that arid principle of utility which fertilizes a few corners of earth, the more by devastating the vast domain of senti- ment and thought. "You see' at a little distance from the Ap- pian Way a temple raised by the Republic to Honour and Virtue ; another to the God which compelled Hannibal to remeasnre his steps ; the Temple of Egeria, where Numa went to consult his tutelar deity, is at a little distance on the left hand. Around these tombs the traces of virtue alone are to be found. No monument of the long ages of crime which disgraced the empire are to be met with be- side the places where these illustrious dead repose ; they rest amongst the relics of the republic. "The aspect of the Campagna around Rome has something in it singularly remarkable. Doubtless it is a desert; there are neither trees nor habitations ; but the earth is covered with a profusion of natural flowers, which the energy of vegetation renews incessantly. 70 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. These creeping plants insinuate themselves : Even then that obelisk was covered with among the tombs, decorate the ruins, and seem to grow solely to do honour to the dead. You would suppose that nature was too proud hieroglyphics whose secrets have been kept for so many ages, and which still withstand the researches of our most learned scholars. there to suffer the labours of man, since Cin- Possibly the Indians, the Egyptians, the anti- cmnatus no longer holds the plough which j quity of antiquity, might be revealed to us in furrows its bosom ; it produces flowers in wild profusion, which are of no sort of use to the existing generation. These vast unculti- vated planes will doubtless have few attrac- tions for the agriculturist, administrators, and all those who speculate on the earth, with a view to extract from it the riches it is capable of affording; but the thoughtful minds, whom death occupies as much as life, are singularly attracted by the aspect of that Campagna, where the present times have left no trace ; that earth which cherishes only the dead, and covers them in its love with useless flowers plants which creep along the surface, and never acquire sufficient strength to separate themselves from the ashes, which they have the appearance of caressing." Corinne, 1. v. c. 1. How many travellers have traversed the Appian Way, but how few have felt the deep impressions which these words are fitted to produce ! " The churches of modern Rome," continues the same author, " are decorated with the mag- nificence of antiquity, but there is something sombre and striking in the intermingling of these beautiful marbles with the ornaments stripped from the Pagan temples. The columns of porphyry and granite were so numerous at Rome that they ceased to have any value. At Su John Lateran, that church, so famous from the councils of which it was the theatre, there were such a quantity of marble columns that many of them were covered with plaster to be converted into pilasters so completely had the multitude of riches rendered men indiffer- ent to them. Some of these columns came from the tomb of Adrian, and bear yet upon their capitals the mark of the geese which saved the Roman people. These columns support the ornaments of Gothic churches, and some rich sculptures in the arabesque order. The urn of Agrippa has received the ashes of a pope, for the dead themselves have yielded their place to other dead, and the tombs have changed tenants nearly as often as the mansions of the living. " Near to St. John Lateran is the holy stair, transported from Jerusalem. No one is per- mitted to go up it but on his knees. In like manner Caesar and Claudius ascended on their knees the stair which led to the temple of Ju- piter Capitolinus. Beside St. John Lateran is the Baptistery, where Constantine was bap- tized in the middle of the place before the church is an obelisk, perhaps the most ancient monument which exists in the world an obe- lisk contemporary of the War of Troy an obelisk which the barbarian Cambyses re- spected so much as to stop for its beauty the conflagration of a city an obelisk for which a king put in pledge the life of his only son. The Romans in a surprising manner got it conveyed from the extremity of Egypt to Italy they turned aside the course of the Nile to these mysterious signs. The wonderful charm of Rome consists, not merely in the beauty of its monuments, but in the interest which they all awaken, and that species of charm in creases daily with every fresh study." Ibid. c. 3. We add only a feeble prosaic translation of the splendid improvisatore effusion of Corinne on the Cape of Mesinum, surrounded by the marvels of the shore of Baiae and the Phleg- rian fields. "Poetry, nature, history, here rival each other in grandeur here you can embrace in a single glance all the revolutions of time and all its prodigies. "I see the Lake of Avernus, the extin- guished crater of a volcano, whose waters formerly inspired so much terror Acheron, Phlegeton, which a subterraneous flame caused to boil, are the rivers of the infernals visited by JEneas. " Fire, that devouring element which created the world, and is destined to consume it, was formerly an object of the greater terror that its laws were unknown. Nature, in the olden times, revealed its secrets to poetry alone. " The city of Cumae, the Cave of the Sibylle, the Temple of Apollo, were placed on that height. There grew the wood whence was gathered the golden branch. The country of ^Eneas is around you, and the fictions conse- crated by genius have become recollections of which we still seek the traces. "A Triton plunged into these waves the presumptive Trojan who dared to defy the di- vinities of the deep by his songs these water- worn and sonorous rocks have still the cha- racter which Virgil gave them. Imagination was faithful even in the midst of its omnipo- tence. The genius of man is creative when he feels Nature imitative when, he fancies he is creating. " In the midst of these terrible masses, gray witnesses of the creation, we see a new moun- tain which the volcano has produced. Here the earth is stormy as the ocean, and does not, like it, re-enter peaceably into its limits. The heavy element, elevated by subterraneous fire, fills up valleys, ' rains mountains,' and its petrified waves attest the tempests which once tore its entrails. "If you strike on this hill the subterraneous vault resounds you would say that the in- habited earth is nothing but a crust ready to open and swallow us up. The Campagna of Naples is the image of human passion sul- phurous, but fruitful, its dangers and its plea- sures appear to grow out of those glowing volcanoes which give to the air so many charms, and cause the thunder to roll beneath our feet. "Pliny boasted that his country was the most beautiful in existence he studied nature to be able to appreciate its charms. Seeking the inspiration of science as a warrior does bring its waters so as to convey it to the sea. j conquest, he set forth from this promontory to MADAME DE STAEL. 71 observe Vesuvius athwart the flames, and those flames consumed him. " Cicero lost his life near the promontory of Gaeta, which is seen in the distance. The Triumvirs, regardless of posterity, bereaved it of the thoughts which that great man had conceived it was on us that his murder was committed. " Cicero sunk beneath the poniards of ty- rants Scipio, more unfortunate, was banished by his fellow-citizens while still in the enjoy- ment of freedom. He terminated his days near that shore, and the ruins of his tomb are still called the ' Tower of our Country.' What a touching allusion to the last thought of that great spirit! " Marius fled into those marshes not far from the last home of Scipio. Thus in all ages the people have persecuted the really great; but they are avenged by their apotheosis, and the Roman who conceived their power extended even unto Heaven, placed Romulus, Numa, and Caesar in the firmament new stars which confound in our eyes the rays of glory and the celestial radiance. " Oh, memory! noble power! thy empire is in these scenes! From age to age, strange destiny ! man is incessantly bewailing what he has lost ! These remote ages are the de- positaries in their turn of a greatness which is no more, and while the pride of thought, glory- ing in its progress, darts into futurity, our sou] seems still to regret an ancient* country to which the past in some degree brings it back." Lib. xii. c. 4. Enough has now been given to give the un- lettered reader a conception of the descriptive character of these two great continental writers to recall to the learned one some of the most delightful moments of his life. To complete the parallel, we shall now present three of the finest passages of a similar cha- racter from Sir Walter Scott, that our readers may be able to appreciate at a single sitting the varied excellences of the greatest masters of poetic prose who have appeared in modern times. The first is the well-known opening scene of Ivanhoe. "The sun was setting upon one of the rich grassy glades of that forest, which we have mentioned in the beginning of the chapter. Hundreds of broad-headed, short-stemmed, wide-branched oaks, which had witnessed per- haps the stately march of the Roman soldiery, flung their gnarled arms over a thick carpet of the most delicious green sward; in some places they were intermingled with beeches, hollies, and copsewood of various descrip- tions, so closely as totally to intercept the level beams of the sinking sun ; in others they re- ceded from each other, forming those long sweeping vistas, in the intricacy of which the eye delights to lose itself, while imagination considers them as the paths to yet wilder scenes of silvan solitude. Here the red rays of the sun shot a broken and discoloured light, that partially hung upon the shattered boughs and mossy trunks of the trees, and there they illuminated in brilliant patches the portions of turf to which they made their way. A con- siderable open space, in the midst of this glade, seemed formerly to have been dedicated to the rites of Druidical superstition ; for, on the sum- mit of a hillock, so regular as to seem artificial, there still remained part of a circle of rough unhewn stones, of large dimensions. Seven stood upright; the rest had been dislodged from their places, probably by the zeal of some convert to Christianity, and lay, some prostrate near their former site, and others on the side of the hill. One large stone only had found its way to the bottom, and in stopping the course of a small brook, which glided smoothly round the foot of the eminence, gave, by its opposition, a feeble voice of murmur to the placid and elsewhere silent streamlet." The next is the equally celebrated descrip- tion of the churchyard in the introductory chapter of Old Mortality. " Farther up the narrow valley, and in a re- cess which seems scooped out of the side of the steep heathy bank, there is a deserted burial-ground which the little cowards are fearful of approaching in the twilight. To me, however, the place has an inexpressible charm. It has been long the favourite termi- nation of my walks, and, if my kind patron forgets not his promise, will (and probably at no very distant day) be my final resting-place after my mortal pilgrimage. "It is a spot which possesses all the solem- nity of feeling attached, to a burial-ground, without exciting those of a more unpleasing description. Having been very little used for many years, the few hillocks which rise above the level plain are covered with the same short velvet turf. The monuments, of which there are not above seven or eight, are half sunk in the ground and overgrown with moss. No newly-erected tomb disturbs the sober se- renity of our reflections, by reminding us of recent calamity, and no rank springing grass forces upon our imagination the recollection, that it owes its dark luxuriance to the foul and festering remnants of mortality which ferment beneath. The daisy which sprinkles the sod, and the hair-bell which hangs over it, derive their pure nourishment from the dew of Heaven, and their growth impresses us with no degrad- ing or disgusting recollections. Death has in- deed been here, and its traces are before us; but they are softened and deprived of their horror by our distance from the period when they have been first impressed. Those who sleep beneath are only connected with us by the reflection, that they have once been what we now are, and that, as their relics are now identified with their mother earth, ours shall, at some future period, undergo the same trans- formation." The third is a passage equally well known, but hardly less beautiful, from the Antiquary. "The sun was now resting his huge disk upon the edge of the level ocean, and gilded the accumulation of towering clouds through which he had travelled the livelong day, and which now assembled on all sides, like mis- fortunes and disasters around a sinking em- pire, and falling monarch. Still, however, his dying splendour gave a sombre magnificence to the massive congregation of vapours, form- 72 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. ing out of their unsubstantial gloom, the show of pyramids and towers, some touched with gold, some with purple, some with a hue of deep and dark red. The distant sea, stretched beneath this varied and gorgeous canopy, lay almost portentously still, reflecting back the dazzling and level beams of the descending luminary, and the splendid colouring of the clouds amidst which he was sitting. Nearer to the beach, the tide rippled onward in waves of sparkling silver, that imperceptibly, yet ra- pidly, gained upon the sand. " With a mind employed in admiration of the romantic scene, or perhaps on some more agitating topic, Miss Wardour advanced in silence by her father's side, whose recently offended dignity did not stoop to open any conversation. Following the windings of the beach, they passed one projecting point or headland of rock after another, and now found themselves under a huge and continued extent of the precipices by which that iron-bound coast is in most places defended. Long pro- jecting reefs of rock, extending under water, and only evincing their existence by here and there a peak entirely bare, or by the breakers which foamed over those that were partially covered, rendered Knockwinnock bay dreaded by pilots and ship-masters. The crags which rose between the beach and the mainland, to the height of two or three hundred feet, af- forded in their crevices shelter for unnum- bered sea-fowl, in situations seemingly secured by their dizzy height from the rapacity of man. Many of these wild tribes, with the instinct which sends them to seek the land before a storm arises, were now winging towards their nests with the shrill and dissonant clang which announces disquietude and fear. The disk of the sun became almost totally obscured ere he had altogether sunk below the horizon, and an early and lurid shade of darkness blotted the serene twilight of a summer evening. The wind began next to arise ; but its wild and moaning sound was heard for some time, and its effects became visible on the bosom of the sea, before the gale was felt on shore. The mass of waters, now dark and threatening, began to lift itself in larger ridges, and sink in deeper furrows, forming waves that rose high in foam upon the breakers, or bursting upon the beach with a sound resembling distant thunder." Few objects are less beautiful than a bare sheet of water in heathy hills, but see what it becomes under the inspiration of genius. "It was a mild summer day; the beams of the sun, as is not uncommon in Zetland, were I moderated and shaded by a silvery haze, which j filled the atmosphere, arid, destroying the strong I contrast of light and shade, gave even to noon the sober livery of the evening twilight. The j little lake, not three-quarters of a mile in cir- cuit, lay in profound quiet; its surface un- dimpled, save when one of the numerous water-fowl, which glided on its surface, dived for an instant under it. The depth of the water gave the whole that cerulean tint of bluish green, which occasioned its being called the Green Loch ; and at present, it formed so per- fect a mirror to the bleak hills by which it was surrounded, and which lay reflected on its bosom, that it was difficult to distinguish the water from the land; nay, in the shadowy uncertainty occasioned by the thin haze, a stranger could scarce have been sensible that a sheet of water lay before him. A scene of more complete solitude, having all its pecu- liarities heightened by the extreme serenity of the weather, the quiet gray composed tone of the atmosphere, and the perfect silence of the elements, could hardly be imagined. The very aquatic birds, who frequented the spot in great numbers, forbore their usual flight and screams, and floated in profound tranquillity upon the silent water." It is hard to say to which of these mighty masters of description the palm should be awarded. Scott is more simple in his lan- guage, more graphic in his details, more thoroughly imbued with the character of the place he is desirous of portraying: Chateau- briand is more resplendent in the images which he selects, more fastidious in the fea- tures he draws, more gorgeous from the mag- nificence with which he is surrounded : Ma- dame de Stael, inferior to both in the power of delineating nature, is superior to either in rousing the"'varied emotions dependent on his- torical recollections or melancholy impres- sions. It is remarkable that, though she is a southern writer, and has thrown into Corinne all her own rapture at the sun and the recol- lections of Italy, yet it is with a northern eye that she views the scenes it presents it is not with the living, but the mighty dead, that she holds communion the chords she loves to strike are those melancholy ones which vi- brate more strongly in a northern than a southern heart. Chateaubriand is imbued more largely with the genuine spirit of the south : albeit a Frank by origin, he is filled with the spirit of Oriental poetry. His soul is steeped in the cloudless skies, and desultory life, and boundless recollections of the East. Scott has no decided locality. He has struck his roots into the .human heart he has de- scribed Nature with a master's hand, under whatever aspects she is to be seen; but his associations are of Gothic origin ; his spirit is of chivalrous descent; the nature which he has in general drawn is the sweet gleam of sunshine in a northern climate. NATIONAL MONUMENTS. NATIONAL MONUMENTS." THE history of mankind, from its earliest period to the present moment, is fraught with proofs of one general truth, that it is in small states, and in consequence of the emulation and ardent spirit which they develop, that the human mind arrives at its greatest perfection, and that the freest scope is afforded both to the grandeur of moral, and the brilliancy of intel- lectual character. It is to the citizens of small republics that we are indebted both for the greatest discoveries which have improved the condition or elevated the character of man- kind, and for the noblest examples of private and public virtue with which the page of his- tory is adorned. It was in the republics of ancient Greece, and in consequence of the emulation which was excited among her rival cities, that the beautiful arts of poetry, sculpture, and architecture were first brought to perfection; and while the genius of the hu- man race was slumbering among the innume- rable multitudes of the Persian and Indian monarchies, the single city of Athens produced a succession of great men, whose works have improved and delighted the world in every succeeding age. While the vast feudal mo- narchies of Europe were buried in ignorance and barbarism, the little states of Florence, Bologna, Rome, and Venice were far advanced iu the career of arts and in the acquisition of knowledge; and at this moment, the traveller neglects the boundless but unknown tracts of Germany and France, to visit the tombs of Raphael, and Michael Angelo, and Tasso, to dwell in a country where every city and every landscape reminds him of the greatness of human genius, or the perfection of human taste. It is from the same cause that the earlier history of the Swiss confederacy exhi- bits a firmness and grandeur of political cha- racter which we search for in vain in the annals of the great monarchies by which they are surrounded, that the classical pilgrim pauses awhile in his journey to the Eternal City to do homage to the spirit of its early re- publics, and sees not in the ruins which, at the termination of his pilgrimage, surround him, the remains of imperial Rome, the mistress and the capital of the world; but of Rome, when struggling with Corioli and Veii ; of Rome, when governed by Regulus and Cincin- natus and traces the scene of her infant wars with the Latian tribes, with a pious interest, which all the pomp and magnificence of her subsequent history has not been able to excite. Examples of this kind have often led histo- rians to consider the situation of small re- publics as that of all others most adapted to the exaltation and improvement of mankind. * Blackwood's Magazine, July 1819. and Edinburgh Review, August 1823. Written when the National Mo- numents in London and Edinburgh to the late war were in contemplation, and in review of the Earl of Aberdeen's Essay on Grecian architecture. 10 To minds of an ardent and enthusiastic cast, Avho delight in the contemplation of human genius, or in the progress of public improve- ment, the brilliancy and splendour of such little states form the most delightful of all ob- jects ; and accordingly, the greatest of living historians, in his history of the Italian republics, has expressed a decided opinion that in no other situation is such scope afforded to the expansion of the human mind, or such facility afforded to the progressive improvement of our species. On the other hand, it is not to be concealed, that such little dynasties are accompanied by many circumstances of continued and aggra- vated distress. Their small dimensions, and the jealousies which subsist betwixt them, not only furnish the subject of continual disputes, but aggravate to an incredible degree the miseries and devastations of war. Between such states, it is not conducted with the dig- nity and in the spirit which characterizes the efforts of great monarchies, but rather with the asperity and rancour which belong ,to a civil contest. While the frontiers only of a great monarchy suffer from the calamities of war, its devastations extend to the very heart of smaller states. Insecurity and instability fre- quently mark the internal condition of these republics ; and the activity which the histo- rian admires in their citizens, is too often em- ployed in mutually destroying and pillaging each other, or in disturbing the tranquillity of the state. It is hence that the sunny slopes of the Apennines are everywhere crowned by castellated villages, indicating the universality of the ravages of war among the Italian States in former times ; and that the architecture of Florence and Genoa still bears the character of that massy strength which befitted the period when every noble palace was an independent fortress, and when war, tumult, and violence, reigned for centuries within their walls ; while the open villages and straggling cottages of England bespeak the security with which her peasants have reposed under the shadow of her redoubted power. The universality of this fact has led many wise and good men to regard small states as the prolific source of human suffering; and to conclude that all the splendour, whether in arts or in science, with which they are surrounded, s dearly bought at the expense of the peace and tranquillity of the great body of the peo- ple. To such men it appears, that the periods of history on which the historian dwells, or which have been marked by extraordinary genius, are not those in which the greatest public happiness has been enjoyed; but that it is to be found rather under the quiet and inglorious government of a great and pacific empire. Without pretending to determine which of these opinions is the best founded, it i^ mure G 74 J,Iffo ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. important for our present purpose to observe, that the union of the three kingdoms in the British Empire, promises to combine for this country the advantages of both these forms of government without the evils to which either is exposed. While her insular situation, and the union and energy of her people, secure for Great Britain peace and tranquillity within her own bounds, the rivalry of the different nations of whom the empire is composed, pro- mises, if properly directed, to animate her people with the ardour and enterprise which have hitherto been supposed to spring only from the collision of smaller states. Towards the accomplishment of this most desirable object, however, it is indispensable that each nation should preserve the remem- brance of its own distinct origin, and look to the glory of its own people, with an anxious and peculiar care. It is quite right that the Scotch should glory with their aged sovereign in the name of Britain : and that, when considered with reference to foreign states, Britain should exhibit a united whole, intent only upon up- holding and extending the glory of that empire which her united forces have formed. But it is equally important that her ancient metro- polis should not degenerate into a provincial town; and that an independent nation, once the rival of England, should remember, with pride, the peculiar glories by which her people have been distinguished. Without this, the whole good effects of the rivalry of the two nations will be entirely lost ; and the genius of her different people, in place of emulating and improving each other, will be drawn into one centre, where all that is original and cha- racteristic will be lost in the overwhelming influence of prejudice and fashion. Such an event would be an incalculable calamity to the metropolis, and to the genius of this country. It is this catastrophe which Fletcher of Salton so eloquently foretold, when he opposed the union with England in the Scottish Parliament. Edinburgh would then become like Lyons, or Toulouse, or Venice, a provincial town, supported only by the occa- sional influx of the gentlemen in its neighbour- hood, and the business of the courts of law which have their seat within its walls. The city and the nation which have produced or been adorned by David Hume, Adam Smith, Robert Burns, Dugald Stewart, Principal Ro- bertson, and Walter Scott, would cease to exist ; and the traveller would repair to her classical scenes, as he now does to Venice or Ferrara, to lament the decay of human genius which follows the union of independent states. Nor would such an event be Jess injurious to the general progress of science and arts throughout the empire. It is impossible to doubt, that the circumstance of Scotland being a separate kingdom, and maintaining a rival- ship with England, has done incalculable good to both countries that it has given rise to a succession of great men, whose labours have enlightened and improved mankind, who would not otherwise have acted upon the career of knowledge. Who can say what would have been the present condition of England in philosophy or science, if she had not been stimulated by the splendid progress which Scotland was making 1 and who can calculate the encouragement which Scottish geniu.s has derived from the generous applause which England has always lavished upon her works 1 As Scotchmen, we rejoice in the ex- altation and eminence of our own country; but we rejoice not less sincerely in the literary celebrity of our sister kingdom ; not only from the interest which, as citizens of the united empire, we feel in the celebrity of any of its members, but as affording the secret pledges of the continued and progressive splendour of our own country. It is impossible, however, to contemplate the effects of the union of the two kingdoms, from which this country has derived such incalculable benefits in its national wealth and domestic industry, without perceiving that in time, at least, a corresponding decay may take place in its literary and philosophic acquire- ments. There are few examples in the history of mankind, of an independent kingdom being incorporated with another of greater magni- tude, without losing, in process of time, the national eminence, whether in arts or in arms, to which it had formerly arrived. A rare suc- cession of great men in our universities, in- deed, and an extraordinary combination of talents in the works of imagination, has hitherto prevented this effect from taking place. But who can insure a continuance of men of such extraordinary genius, to keep alive the torch of science in our northern regions 1 Is it not to be apprehended that the attractions of wealth, of power, and of fashion, which have so long drawn our nobles and higher classes to the seat of government, may, ere long, exercise a similar influence upon our national genius, and that the melancholy ca- tastrophe which Fletcher of Salton described, with all its fatal consequences, may be, even now, approaching to its accomplishment ? Whatever can arrest this lamentable pro- gress, and fix down, in a permanent manner, the genius of Scotland to its own shores, con- fers not only an incalculable benefit upon this country, but upon the united empire of which it forms a part. The erection of National Mo- numents in London, Dublin, and Edinburgh, seems calculated, in a most remarkable man- ner, to accomplish this most desirable object. To those, indeed, who have not been in the habit of attending to the influence of animating recollections upon the development of every thing that is great or generous in human cha- racter, it may appear that the effects we anti- cipate from such structures are visionary and chimerical. But when a train is ready laid, a spark will set it in flames. The Scotch have always been a proud and an ardent people; and the spirit which animated their forefathers, in this respect, is not yet extinct. The Irish have genius, which, if properly directed, is equal to any thing. England is the centre of the intellectual progress of the earth. Upon people so disposed, it is difficult to estimate the effects which splendid edifices filled with monuments to the greatest men whom their respective countries can boast, may ultimately produce. It will give stability and consistence NATIONAL MONUMENTS. 75 to the national pride, a feeling which, when properly directed, is the surest foundation of national eminence. It will perpetuate the re- membrance of the brave and independent Scottish nation a feeling, of all others, the best suited to animate the exertions of her remotest descendants. It will teach her inha- bitants to look to their own country for the scene of their real glory ; and while Ireland laments the absence of a nobility insensible to her fame, and unworthy of the land of Burke and Goldsmith, it will be the boast of this country, to have erected on her own shores a monument worthy of her people's glory, and to have disdained to follow merely the triumphs of that nation, whose ancestors they have ere now vanquished in the field. Who has not felt the sublime impression which the interior of Westminster Abbey pro- duces, w^here the poets, the philosophers, and the statesmen of England, " sleep with her kings, and dignify the scene?" Who has viewed the church of St. Croce at Florence, and seen the tombs of Galileo, and Machiavelli, Michael Angelo, and Alfieri, under one sacred roof, without feeling their hearts swell with the remembrance of her ancient glory; and, among the multitudes who will visit the sacred pile that is to perpetuate the memory of Scot- tish or Irish greatness, how many may there be whom so sublime a spectacle may rouse to a sense of their native powers, and animate with the pride of their country's renown ; and in whom the remembrance of the "illustrious of ancient days" may awaken the noble feeling of Correggio, when he contemplated the works of the Roman masters ; " I too am a Painter." Nor do we think that such monuments could produce effects of less importance upon the military character and martial spirit of the Scottish people in future ages. The memory of the glorious achievements of our age, in- deed, will never die, and the page of history will perpetuate, to the higher orders, the recol- lection of the events \vhich have cast so unri- valled a splendour over the British nation, in the commencement of the nineteenth century. But the study of history has been, hitherto at least, confined to few, comparatively speaking, of the population of a country ; and the know- ledge which it imparts can never extend uni- versally to the poorer class, from whom the materials of an army are to be drawn. In the ruder and earlier periods of society, indeed, the traditions of warlike events are preserved for a series of years, by the romantic ballads, which are cherished by a simple and primitive people. The nature of the occupations in which they are principally engaged, is favour- able to the preservation of such heroic recol- lections. But in the state of society in which we live, it is impossible that the record of past events can be thus engraven on the hearts of a nation. The uniformity of employments in which the lower orders are engaged the se- vere and unremitting toil to which they are exposed the division of labour which fixes them down to one limited and unchanging oc- cupation, the prodigious numbers in which they are drawn to certain centres of attrac- tion far from the recollections of their early years, all contribute to destroy those ancient traditions, on the preservation of which so inueh of the martial .spirit of a people depends. The peasantry in the remoter parts of Scotland can still recount some of the exploits, and dwell with enthusiasm on the adventures of Bruce or Wallace; but you will search in vain among the English poor for any record of the victories of Cressy or Azincour, of Blenheim or Ramillies. And even among the higher orders, the experience of every day is sufficient to convince us that the remembrance of ancient glory, though not forgotten, may cease to possess any material influence on the character of our people. The historian, in- deed, may recount the glorious victories of Vittoria, Trafalgar, and Waterloo ; and their names may be familiar to every ear; but the name may be remembered when the heart- stirring spirit which they should awaken is no longer felt. For a time, and during the life- time of the persons who were distinguished in these events, they form a leading subject of the public attention ; but when a new genera- tion succeeds, and different cares and fashions and events occupy the attention of the nation, the practical effects of these triumphs is lost, how indelibly soever they may be recorded in the pages of history. The victories of Poic- tiers, and Blenheim, and Minden had long ago demonstrated the superiority of the English over the French troops ; but though this fact appeared unquestionable to those who studied the history of past events, everybody knows with what serious apprehension a French in- vasion was contemplated in this country, within our own recollection. It is of incalculable importance, therefore, that some means should be taken to preserve alive the martial spirit which the recent triumphs have awakened; and to do this, in so prominent a way as may attract the atten- tion of the most thoughtless, and force them on the observation of the most inconsiderate. It is from men of this description from the young, the gay, and the active, that our armies are filled ; and it is on the spirit with which they are animated that the national safety de- pends. Unless they are impressed with the recollection of past achievements, and a sense of the glories of that country which they are to defend, it will little avail us in the moment of danger, that the victories on which every one now dwells with exultation, are faithfully recorded in history, and well known to the sedentary and pacific part of our population. It is upon the preservation of this spirit that the safety of every nation must depend. It is in vain that it may be encircled with fortresses, or defended by mountains, or begirt by the ocean ; its real security is to be found in the spirit and the valour of its people. The army which enters the field in the conviction that it is to conquer, has already gained the day. The people, who recollect with pride the achieve- ments of their forefathers, will not prove un- worthy of them in the field of battle. The remembrance of their heroic actions preserved the independence of the Swiss republics, amidst the powerful empires by which they were sur- rounded ; and the glory of her armies, joined 76 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. to the terror of her name, upheld the Roman | empire for centuries after the warlike spirit j of the people was extinct. It is this which constitutes the strength and multiplies the triumphs of veteran soldiers; and it is this which renders the qualities of military valour and prowess hereditary in a nation. Every people, accordingly, whose achieve- ments are memorable in past history, have felt the influence of these national recollec- j tions, and received them as the most valuable ' inheritance from their forefathers. The states- men of Athens, when they wished to rouse that fickle people to any great or heroic action, re- minded them of the national glory of their ancestors, and pointed to the Acropolis crown- 1 ed with the monuments of their valour; De- mosthenes in the most heart-stirring apostro- I phe of antiquity invoked the shades of those i who died at Marathon and Plata&a, to sanctify j the cause in which they were to be engaged. The Swiss peasants, for five hundred years | after the establishment of their independence, ! assembled on the fields of Morgarten and Lau- pen, and spread garlands over the graves of the fallen warriors, and prayed for the souls \ of those who had died for their country's free- dom. The Romans attached a superstitious | reverence to the rock of the capitol, and loaded its temples with the spoils of the world, and looked back with a mixture of veneration and pride, to the struggles which it had witnessed, , and the triumphs which it had won. "Capitoli immobile saxum." So long as Manlius remained in sight of the capitol, his enemies found it impossible to ob- tain a conviction of the charges against him. When Scipio Africanus was accused by a fac- tion in the forum, in place of answering the charge, he turned to the capitol, and invited the people to accompany him to the temple of Jupiter, and return thanks for the defeat of the Carthagenians. Such was the influence of local associations on that severe people ; and so natural is it for the human mind to imbody its recollections in some external object ; and so important an effect are these recollections fitted to have, when they are perpetually brought back to the public mind by the sight of the objects to which they have been attached. The erection of a national monument, on a scale suited to the greatness of the events it is intended to commemorate, seems better calcu- lated than any other measure to perpetuate the spirit which the events of our times have awakened in this country. It will force itself on the observation of the most thoughtless, and recall the recollection of danger and glory, during the slumber of peaceful life. Thousands who never would otherwise have cast a thought upon the glory of their country, will by it be awakened to a sense of what befits the de- scendants of those great men who have died in the cause of national freedom. While it will testify the gratitude of the nation to de- parted worth, it will serve at the same time to mark the distinction which similar victories may win. Like the Roman capitol, it will stand at once the monument of former great- ness, and the pledge of future glory. Nor is it to be imagined that the national monument in London is sufficient for this pur- pose, and that the commencement of a similar undertaking in Edinburgh or Dublin is an un- necessary or superfluous proceeding. It is quite proper, that in the metropolis of the United Empire, the trophies of its common triumphs should be found, and that the na- tional funds should there be devoted to the formation of a monument, worthy of the splendid achievements which her united forces have performed. But the whole benefits of the emulation between the two nations, from which our armies have already derived such signal advantage, would be lost, if Scotland were to participate only in the triumphs of her sister kingdom, without distinctly mark- ing its own peculiar and national pride, in the glory of her own people. The valour of the Scottish regiments is known and celebrated from one end of Europe to the other; and this circumstance, joined to the celebrity of the poems of Ossian, has given a distinction to our soldiers, to which, for so small a body of men, there is no parallel in the history of the present age. Would it not be a subject of re- proach to this country, if the only land in which no record of their gallantry is to be found, was the land which gave them birth ; and that the traveller who has seen ihe tartan hailed with enthusiasm on every theatre of Europe, should find it forgotten only in the metropolis of that kingdom which owes its salvation to the bravery by which it has been distinguished'? The animating effects, moreover, which the sight of a national trophy is fitted to have on a martial people, would be entirely lost in this country, if no other monument to Scottish or Irish valour existed than the monument in London. There is not a hundredth part of our population who have ever an opportunity of going to that city; or to whom the existence even of such a record of their triumph could be known. Even upon those who may see it, the peculiar and salutary effect of a national monument would be entirely lost. It would be regarded as a trophy of English glory ; and however much it might animate our descend- ants to maintain the character of Britain on the field of European warfare, it would leave wholly untouched those feelings of generous emulation by which the rival nations of Eng- land and Scotland have hitherto been animated towards each other, and to the existence of which, so much of their common triumphs have been owing. It is in the preservation of this feeling of rivalry that we anticipate the most important effects of a national monument in this me- tropolis. There is no danger that the ancient animosity of the two nations will ever revive, or that the emulation of our armies will lead them to prove unfaithful to the common cause in which they must hereafter be engaged. The stern feelings of feudal hatred with which the armies of England and Scotland formerly met at Flodden or Bannockburn, have now yielded to the emulation and friendship which form the surest basis of their common prosperity. But it is of the last importance that these feel- NATIONAL MONUMENTS. 77 ings of national rivalry should not be extin- guished. In every part of the world the good effects of this emulation have been expe- rienced. It is recorded, that at the siege of Namur, when the German troops were re- pulsed from the breach, King William ordered his English guards to advance ; and the veteran warrior was so much affected with the devoted gallantry with which they pressed on to the assault, that, bursting into tears, he exclaimed, "See how my brave English fight." At the storm of Bhurtpoor, when one of the British regiments was forced back by the dreadful tire that played on the breach, one of the na- tive regiments was ordered to advance, and these brave men cheered as they passed the British troops, who lay trembling in the trenches. Everybody knows the distinguished gallantry with which the Scottish and Irish re- giments, in all the actions of the present war, have sought to maintain their ancient repute tion ; and it is not to be forgotten, that the first occasion on which the steady columns of France were broken by a charge of cavalry, when the leading regiments of England, Scot- land, and Ireland, bore down with rival valour on their columns; and in the enthusiastic cry of the Grays, "Scotland for ever," we may perceive the value of those national recollec- tions which it is the object of the present edi- fice to reward and perpetuate. If this spirit shall live in her armies ; if the rival valour which was formerly excited in their fatal wars against each other, shall thus continue to animate them when fighting against their common enemies, and if the remem- brance of former division is preserved only to cement the bond of present union, Britain and Ireland may well, like the Douglas and Percy, both together " be confident against the world in arms." Foreign foe or false bepuilinjr, Shall our union ne'er divide, Hand in hand, while peace is smiling, And in battle side by side. There is no fact more certain than that a due appreciation of the grand or the beautiful in architectural design is not inherent in any individual or in any people ; and that towards the formation of a correct public taste, the ex- istence of fine models is absolutely essential. It is this which gives men who have travelled in Italy or Greece so evident a superiority in considering the merits of the works of art in this country over those who have not had similar advantages; and it is this which renders taste hereditary among a people who have the models of ancient excellence continually be- fore their eyes. The taste of Athens continued to distinguish its people long after they had ceased to be remarkable for any other and more honourable quality; and Rome itself, in the days of its imperial splendour, was com- pelled to borrow, from a people whom she had vanquished, the trophies by which her victories were to be commemorated. To this day the lovers of art flock from the most distant parts of the world to the Acropolis, and dwell with rapture on its unrivalled beauties, and seek to inhale, amid the ruins that surround them, a portion of the spirit by which they were con- ceived. The remains of ancient Rome still serve as the model of every thing that is great in the designs of modern architects; and in the Parthenon and the Coliseum we find the originals on which the dome of St. Peter's and the piazza St. Marco have been formed. It is a matter of general observation, accordingly, that the inhabitants of Italy possess a degree of taste both in sculpture, architecture, and painting, which few persons of the most culti- vated understanding in transalpine countries can acquire. So true it is, that the existence of fine models lays the only foundation of a correct public taste; and that the transference of the model of ancient excellence to this country is the only means of giving to our people the taste by which similar excellence is to be produced. Now it has unfortunately happened that the Doric architecture, to which so much of the beauty of Greece and Italy is owing, has been hitherto little understood, and still less put in practice in this country. We meet with few persons who have not visited the remains of classical antiquity, who can conceive the matchless beauties of the temples of Minerva at Athens, or of Neptune at Poestum. And, indeed, if our conceptions of the Doric betaken from the few attempts at imitation of it which are here to be met with, they would fall very far short, indeed, of what the originals are fitted to excite. We are far from underrating the genius of modern architects, and it would be ungrateful to insinuate, that sufficient ability for the formation of an original design is not to be found. But in the choice of designs for a building which is to stand for centuries, and from which the taste of the metropolis in future ages is in a greater measure to be formed, it is absolutely essential to fix upon some model of known and approved excellence. The erection of a monument in bad taste, or even of doubtful beauty, might destroy the just conceptions on this subject, which are beginning to prevail, and throw the national taste a century back at the time when it is making the most rapid advances towards per- fection. It is in vain to expect that human genius can ever make any thing more beauti- ful than the Parthenon. It is folly, therefore, to tempt fortune, when certainty is in our hands. There are many reasons besides, which seem in a peculiar manner to recommend the Doric temple for the proposed monuments. By the habits of modern times, a different species of architecture has been devoted to the differ- ent purposes to which buildings may be ap- plied ; and it is difficult to avoid believing, that there is something in the separate styles which is peculiarly adapted to the different emotions they are intended to excite. The light tracery, and lofty roof, and airy pillars of the Gothic, seem to accord well with the sublime feelings and spiritual fervour of re- ligion. The massy wall, and gloomy character of the castle, bespeak the abode of fendal power and the pageantry of barbaric magni- ficence. The beautiful porticoes, and columns. and rich cornices of the Ionic or Corinthian, 78 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. seem well adapted for the public edifices in a great city ; for those which are destined for amusement, or to serve for the purpose of public ornament. The Palladian style is that of all others best adapted for the magnificence of private dwellings, and overwhelms the spectator by a flood of beauty, against which the rules of criticism are unable to withstand. If any of these styles of architecture were to be transferred from buildings destined for one purpose to those destined for another, the im- propriety of the change would appear very conspicuous. The gorgeous splendour of the Palladian front would be entirely misplaced, in an edifice destined for the purpose of re- ligion ; and the rich pinnacles and gloomy aisles of the Gothic, would accord ill with the scene of modern amusement or festivity. Now a National Monument is an edifice of a very singular kind, and such as to require a style of architecture peculiar to itself. The Grecian Doric, as it is exhibited in the Par- thenon, appears singularly well adapted for this purpose. Its form and character is asso- ciated in every cultivated mind with the re- collections of classical history ; and it recalls the brilliant conceptions of national glory as they were received during the ardent and enthusiastic period of youth; while its stern and massy form befits an edifice destined to commemorate the severe virtues and manly character of war. The effect of such a build- ing, and the influence it would have on the public taste, would be increased to an in- definite degree, by the interest of the purpose to which it is destined. An edifice which re- called at once the interest of classical associa- tion, and commemorated the splendour of our own achievements, would impress itself in the most indelible manner on the public mind, and force the beauty of its design on the most careless observer. And there can be no doubt that this impression would be far greater, just because it arose from a style of building hitherto unknown in this country, and pro- duced an effect as dissimilar from that of any other architectural design, as the national emotions which it is intended to awaken are from those to which ordinary edifices are des- tined. We cannot help considering this as a matter of great importance to this city, and to the taste of the age in which we live. It is no inconsiderable matter to have one building of faultless design erected, and to have the youth of our people accustomed from their infancy to behold the work of Phidias. But the ulti- mate effect which such a circumstance might produce on the taste of the nation, and the celebrity of this metropolis, is far more im- portant. It is in vain to conceal, that the wealth and the fashion of England is every day attracting the higher part of our society to another capital; and that Edinburgh can never possess attractions of the same descrip- tion with London, sufficient to enable her to stand an instant in the struggle. But while London must always eclipse this city in all that depends on wealth, power, or fashionable elegance, nature has given to it the means of establishing a superiority of a higher and a more permanent kind. The matchless beauty of its situation, the superb cliffs by which it is surrounded, the magnificent prospects of the bay, which it commands, have given to Edinburgh the means of becoming the most beautiful town that exists in the world. And the inexhaustible quarries of free-stone, which lie in the immediate vicinity, have rendered architectural embellishment an easier object in this city than in any other in the empire. It cannot be denied, however, that much still remains to be done in this respect, and that every stranger observes the striking contrast between the beauty of its private houses, and the deplorable scantiness of its public build- ings. The establishment of a taste for edifices of an ornamental description, and the gradual purification of the popular taste, which may fairly be expected from the influence of so perfect a model as the Parthenon of Athens, would ultimately, in all probability, render this city the favourite residence of the fine arts ; the spot to which strangers would re- sort, both as the place where the rules of taste are to be studied, and the models of art are to be found. And thus, while London is the Rome of the empire, to which the young, and the ambitions, and the gay, resort for the pur- suit of pleasure, of fortune, or of ambition, Edinburgh might become another Athens, in which the arts and the sciences flourished, under the shade of her ancient fame, and established a dominion over the minds of men more permanent than even that which the Roman arms were able to effect. The Greeks always fixed on an eminence for the situation of their temples, and what- ever was the practice of a people of such ex- quisite taste is well worthy of imitation. The Acropolis of Athens, the Acrocorinthus of Corinth, the temple of Jupiter Panhellenius, in -^Egina, are instances of the beauty of these edifices when placed on such conspicuous situations. At Athens, in particular, the tem- ples of Jupiter Olympius and of Theseus are situated in the plain; but although the former is built in a style of magnificence to which there is no parallel, and is double the size of the Parthenon, its effect is infinitely less strik- ing than that of the temple of Minerva, which crowns the Acropolis, and meets the eye from every, part of the adjacent country. The tem- ple of Jupiter Panhellenius, in the island of JEgina., is neither so large nor so beautiful as the temple of Theseus ; but there is no one who ever thought of comparing the effect which the former produces, crowning a rich and wooded hill, to that which is felt on view- ing the latter standing in the plain of Attica. The temple of Neptune, at Peestum, has a sublime effect from the desolation that sur- rounds it, and from the circumstance of there being no eminence for many miles to interfere with its stern and venerable form ; but there is no one who must not have felt that the grandeur of this edifice would be entirely lost if it was placed in a modern city, and over- topped by buildings destined for the most or- dinary purposes. The temple of Vesta, at Tivoli, perched on the crag which overhangs the cataract, is admired by all the world; but NATIONAL MONUMENTS. the temple to the same goddess, on the banks of the Tiber, at Rome, is passed over without notice, though the intrinsic beauty of the one is nearly as great as that of the other. In the landscapes too of Claude and Poussin, who knew so well the situation in which every building appears to most advantage, the rains of temples are almost always placed on pro- minent fronts, or on the summit of small hills ; in such a situation, in short, as the Gal- lon Hill of Edinburgh presents. The practice of the ancient Greeks, in the choice of situa- tions for their temples, joined to that of the modern Italian painters in their ideal repre- sentations of the same objects, leaving no room to doubt that the course which they fol- lowed was that which the peculiar nature of the building required. But all objects of local interest sink into insignificance compared with the vast effect which a restoration of so perfect a relic of antiquity as the Parthenon of Athens would have on the national taste, and ultimately on the spread of refined and elevating feelings among the inhabitants of the country. As this is a subject of the very highest import- ance, and which is not generally so well understood as it should be, we crave the in- dulgence of our readers to a few observations, conceived in the warmest feeling of interest in modern art, but a strong sense of the only means by which it can be brought to the ex- cellence of which it is susceptible. It is observed by Madame de Stael, " that architecture is the only art which approaches, in its effects, to the works of nature," and there are few, we believe, who have not, at some period of their lives, felt the truth of the observation. The Cathedral of York, the Dome of St. Paul's, or the interior of St. Peter's, are scarcely eclipsed in our recollec- tion wilh the glories of human creation; and the impression which they produce is less akin to admiration of the talent of an artist, than to the awe and veneration which the tra- veller feels when he first enters the defiles of the Alps. It has often been a matter of regret to per- sons of taste in this country, that an art so magnificent in its monuments, and so power- ful in its effect, has been so little the object of popular cultivation; nor is it perhaps easy to understand, how a people so much alive to the grand and beautiful in the other departments of taste, should so long have re- mained insensible to the attractions of one of its most interesting branches. Many causes have, doubtless, conspired to produce this effect; but among these, the principal, we are persuaded, is to be found in the absence of any monuments of approved excellence to form the taste, and excite the admiration of the public. And, in this respect, there is an important dis-- tinction, which is often overlooked, between architecture and the other departments of art or literature. In poetry, painting, or sculpture, the great works of former times are in everybody's hands ; and the public taste has long ago been formed on the study of those remains of an- cient genius, which still continue, notwith- standing the destruction of the people who gave them birth, to govern the imagination .f succeeding ages. The poetry of Virgil, and the eloquence of Cicero, form the first objects to which the education of the young is di- rected ; the designs of Raphael and Correggio have been multiplied by the art of engraving, to almost as great an extent as the classical authors ; and casts, at least, of the Apollo and the Venus, are familiar to every person who has paid the smallest attention to the beauty of the human form. It is on the hulntmd study of these works that the public taste has been formed; and the facility of engraving and painting has extended our acquaintance with their excellencies, almost as far as knowledge or education hate extended in the world. But with architecture the case is widely different. Public edifices cannot be published and circulated with the same facility as an edition of Virgil, or a print of Claude Lorraine. To copy or restore such monuments, requires an expenditure of capital, and an exertion of skill, almost as great as their original con- struction. Nations must be far advanced in wealth and attainment before such costly un- dertakings can be attempted. And if the su- perstition of an earlier age has produced structures of astonishing magnitude and ge- nius, . they are of a kind which, however venerable or imposing, are not calculated to have the same effect in chastening the public taste, with those that arose in that auspicious period when all the finer powers of the mind had attained their highest exaltation. It thus unfortunately happens, that architecture can- not share in the progress which the other fine arts are continually making from the circula- tion and study of the works of antiquity; and successive nations are often obliged to begin anew the career which their predecessors have run, and fall inevitably into the errors which they had learned to avoid. The possibility of multiplying drawings or engravings of the edifices of antiquity, or of informing distant nations of their proportions and dimensions, has but little tendency to obviate this disadvantage. Experience has shown that the best drawings convey a most inadequate conception of architectural gran- deur, or of the means by which it is produced. To those, indeed, who have seen the originals, such engravings are highly valuable, because they awaken and renew the impression which the edifices themselves have made ; but to those who have not had this advantage, they speak an unknown language. This is matter of common observation; and there is no tra- veller who has returned from Greece or Italy, who will not confirm its truth. It is as im- possible to convey a conception of the exterior of the Parthenon, or the interior of St. Peter's, by the finest drawings accompanied by the most accurate statement of their dimensions, as to give the inhabitants of a level country a true sense of the sublimity of the Alps, by exhibiting a drawing of the snowy peaks of M.)nt Blanc, and informing him of its altitude according to the latest trigonometrical obser rations. 80 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. Even if drawings could convey a concep- tion of the original structures, the taste for this art is so extremely limited that it could have but little effect in obviating the disadvan- tage of their remote situation. There is not one person in a hundred who ever looks at a drawing, or, if he does, is capable of deriving the smallest pleasure from the finest produc- tions of that branch of art. To be reduced to turn over a portfolio of engravings, is prover- bially spoken of as the most wretched of all occupations in a drawing-room ; and it is no uncommon thing to see the productions of Claude, or Poussin, or Williams, abounding in all the riches of architectural ornament, passed over without the slightest indication of emotion, by persons of acknowledged taste in other respects. And yet the same individuals, who are utterly insensible to architectural ex- cellence in this form, could not avoid acquiring a certain taste for its beauties, if they were the subject of habitual observation, in edifices at home, or obtruded upon their attention in the course of foreign travelling. Besides this, the architect is exposed to in- surmountable difficulties, if the cultivation of those around him has not kept pace with his own, and if they are incapable of feeling the beauty of the edifices on which his taste has been formed. It is to no purpose that his own taste may have been improved by studying the ruins of Athens or Rome, unless the taste of his employers has undergone a similar ameliora- tion, his genius will remain dormant, and his architectural drawings be suffered to lie in unnoticed obscurity in the recesses of his portfolio. The architect, it should always be remembered, cannot erect edifices, as the poet writes verses, or the painter covers his can- vas, without any external assistance. A great expenditure of capital is absolutely essential to the production of any considerable specimen of his art : and, therefore, unless he can com- municate his own enthusiasm to the wealthy, and unless a growing desire for architectural embellishments is sufficient to overcome the inherent principle of parsimony, or the inte- rested views of individuals, or the jealousy of public bodies, he will never have an opportu- nity of displaying his genius, or all his at- tempts will be thwarted by persons incapable of appreciating it. And unfortunately the talents of no artist, how great soever, can effect such a revolution; it can be brought about only by the continued observation of beauti- ful edifices, and the diffusion of a taste for the art among all the well-educated classes of the people. The states of antiquity lay so immediately in the vicinity of each other, that the progress of architecture was uninterrupted; and thus people of each nation formed their taste by the study of the structures of those to whom they lay adjacent. The Athenians, in particular, in raising the beautiful edifices which, have so long been the admiration of the world, pro- ceeded entirely upon the model of the build- ings by which they were surrounded, and the temple of Jupiter Panhellenius, in the island of JGgina, which is said to have been built by JEaciis before the Trojan War, remains to this day to testify the species of edifices on which their national taste was formed. The Ionic order, as its name denotes, arose in the wealthy regions of Asia Minor; and when the Athe- nians turned their attention to the embellish- ment of their city, they had, in their immediate vicinity, edifices capable of pointing out the excellencies of that beautiful style. The Ro- mans formed their taste upon the architecture of the people whom they had subdued, and adopted all their orders from the Grecian structures. Their early temples were exactly similar to those of their masters in the art of design; and when the national taste was formed upon that model, they combined them, as real genius will, into different forms, and left the Coliseum and the baths of Dioclesian as monuments of the grandeur and originality of their conceptions. In modern times, the restoration of taste first began around the edifices of antiquity. "On the revival of the art in Italy," says Lord Aber- deen, ' during the fifteenth and sixteenth cen- turies, the great architects who adorned that country naturally looked for instruction to the monuments with which they were surrounded: the wrecks and fragments of Imperial Rome. These were not only successfully imitated, but sometimes even surpassed by the Italian art- ists; for Bramante and Michael Angelo, Pal- ladio and Bernini, designed and executed works which, although of unequal merit, may fairly challenge a comparison with the boasted productions of the Augustan age." Italy and France, accordingly, have reaped the full ad- vantage of their local proximity to the monu- ments of former genius ; and the character of their buildings evinces a decided superiority to the works of architects in other states. In the south of Europe, therefore, the pro- gress of architecture has been uninterrupted, and each successije age has reaped the full benefit which the works of those which pre- ceded it was fitted to confer. But the remote- ness of their situation has deprived the in- habitants of the north of Europe of this advan- tage ; and, while the revival of letters and the arts has developed the taste of the people of this country in other respects, to a very great degree, their knowledge of architecture is yet in its infancy. In this city the most remarka- ble proofs of this deficiency were annually exhibited till a very recent period. The same age which was illustrated by the genius of Sir Walter Scott, and Campbell, and Dugald Stewart, witnessed the erection of Nelson's monument and St. George's church. The extraordinary improvement in the public taste, which has taken place since the peace of 1814, opened the Continent to so large a pro- portion of our population, evinces, in the most unequivocal manner, the influence of the actual sight of fine models in training the mind to the perception of architectural beauty. That archi- tecture is greatly more an object both of study and interest than it was ten years ago, is matter of common observation ; and the most convincing proof of the extension of a taste for its excellencies is to be found in the rapid increase and extensive circulation of en- gravings of the most interesting ruins on the NATIONAL MONUMENTS. 81 Continent, which has taken place of late years. These engravings, however incapable of con- veying an adequate idea of the originals, to those who have never left this country, yet serve as an admirable auxiliary to the memo- ry, in retaining the impression which they had produced on those who have had that advantage; and, accordingly, their sale is almost entirely confined to persons of that de- scription. Nor is the improvement less gratifying in the style of the edifices, and the genius of the architects who have arisen during that period. The churches of Marybone and St. Pancras, in London, notwithstanding some striking defects, are by far the finest buildings which have been raised in the metropolis since the days of Sir Christopher Wren. The new street in front of Carlton House, including the Quadrant, contains some most beautiful specimens of architecture; although the absurd rage for novelty has disfigured it by other structures of extraordinary deformity. The buildings which adjoin, and look into the Regent Park, are the most chaste and elegant examples of the application of the Grecian architecture to private edifices which the metropolis can boast. Nor is the improvement less conspicuous in our own capital, where the vicinity of free- stone quarries of uncommon beauty, and the advantages of unrivalled situation, have ex- cited a very strong desire for architectural embellishment. It is hardly possible to believe that Waterloo Place, the Royal Terrace, Leo- pold Place, and the Melville Monument, have been erected in the same age which witnessed the building of Lord Nelson's monument on the Calton Hill, or the recent edifices in the Parliament Square. The remarkable start which the genius as well as the taste of our architects has taken since the public attention was drawn to this art, affords a striking proof of the influence of popular encouragement in fostering the conceptions of native genius, and illustrates the hopelessness of expecting that our artists will ever attain to excellence, when the taste of the people does not keep pace with their exertions. But the causes which have recently given so remarkable a stimulus to architectural ex- ertion are temporary in their nature. It is impossible to expect that the Continent will always be open to our youth, or that the public attention can be permanently directed to the arts of peace, with the interest which is so remarkable at this time. Other wars may arise which will shut us out from the south of Europe ; the interest of politics may again withdraw the national attention from the fine arts ; or the war of extermination, of which Greece is now the theatre, may utterly destroy those monuments which have so long survived to direct and improve the world. From the present aspect of affairs on the Continent, there seems every reason to apprehend that one or both of these effects may very soon take place. These circumstances render it the more desirable, that some steps should be taken iofa in this island the fleeting percep- tion of architectural beauty which is now prevalent; and, if possible, render our people independent of foreign travelling, or of the borrowed aid of foreign edifices. Lord Aberdeen, like all other travellers of taste, speaks in the highest terms of the im- pression produced by the unrivalled edifices of ancient Greece ; and contrasts the pure and faultless taste by which they are distinguished, with the ephemeral productions which in modern times have arisen, in the vain attempt to improve upon their proportions. If we seek for the manifestation of pure taste in the monuments which surround us, our search will but too often prove fruitless. We must turn our eyes towards those regions, Where on the Egean shore a city stands, Built nobly ! Here, it has been little understood, for it has been rarely felt; its country is Greece, its throne the Acropolis of Athens. "By a person writing on the subject of architecture, the name of Athens can scarcely be pronounced without emotion, and, in the mind of one who has had the good fortune to examine at leisure its glorious remains, im- pressions are revived which time and distance can never obliterate. It is difficult to resist the desire of fondly dwelling on the descriptions of monuments, to the beauty of which, although they have been long well known, and accu- rately described, we feel that no language can do full justice. But, as it is not the purpose of this inquiry to give those practical or de- tailed instructions in the art, which may be so much better attained from other sources, I will only observe in this place, what it is of con- sequence to keep in view, because no descrip- tions or representations, however accurate, can give adequate notions of the effect of the originals, that, notwithstanding the lapse of ages, the injuries of barbarism, and fanatical violence, Athens still presents to the student the most faultless models of ornamental archi- tecture; and is still, therefore, the best school for the acquisition of the highest attributes of his art." pp. 35, 36. Speaking of the numerous attempts at no- velty, which have been made in modern times, he observes : "It may be observed in general, that few of those numerous changes of taste which an in- satiable desire of novelty, or the caprice of fashion, may have sanctioned for a time, have been ultimately successful ; for these ephe- meral productions, however warmly sup- ported, have been found successively to vanish before the steady and permanent attractions of Grecian beauty, and we shall probably feel dis- posed to admit, that the ornamental details of the standard models of antiquity, combined and modified by discretion and judgment, ap- pear to offer a sufficient variety for the exer- cise of invention and genius in this province of the art" p. 30. And comparing these with the remains of Grecian architecture, he observes : " The precious remains of Grecian art were long neglected, and the most beautiful were, in truth, nearly inaccessible to the Christian world. It is almost in our own time, that ob- stacles, formerly insurmountable, have been since vanquished ; and that the treasures of 82 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. art, still unfortunately in the custody of igno- rance and barbarism, have not only been visited, but have been accurately measured and delineated. Henceforth, therefore, these exquisite remains should form the chief study of the architect who aspires to permanent reputation; other modes are transitory and uncertain, but the essential qualities of Gre- cian excellence, as they are founded on reason, and are consistent with fitness and propriety, will ever continue to deserve his first care." pp. 215, 216. The argument which is most commonly nrged against the restoration of an ancient structure, is, that it is degrading to copy the architecture of another people. It is both hu- miliating to our artists, it is said, and inju- rious to the progress of art, to imitate what has been already done. The Romans never copied; but, borrowing merely the general forms of the Grecian architecture, moulded them into different combinations, which gave a different character to their style of building. Such also should be the course which we should adopt. This very plausible argument proceeds upon an inattention to the successive sleps by which excellence in the fine arts is attained, and a mistaken conception of the height to which we have already ascended in our taste or knowledge of architecture. It is quite true that the Romans did not copy the Grecian tem- ples; and that the modern Italians have not thought of attempting a restoration of the Coli- seum or the Pantheon. But it is to be recol- lected that the originals were within their reach, and had already exercised their salutary influence upon the public taste. The ancient Romans had only to go to Paestum, Agrigentum, or Syracuse, to behold the finest Grecian temples; and their warlike youth, in the course of the military expeditions to which all the citizens were liable, had perpetually, in their eastern dominions, the Grecian edifices placed before their eyes. Michael Angelo, Poussin, and Claude Lorraine, lived amidst the ruins of an- cient Rome, and formed their taste from their earliest youth, upon the Jiabi'uaf contemplation of those monuments. For them to have co- pied these buildings, with a view to the re- storation of the public taste, would have been as absurd as for us to copy York or Lincoln Ca- thedrals, in order to revive an admiration for the Gothic architecture. But is there no difference between the situ- ation of a people, who, like the ancient Romans and modern Italians, had the great models of antiquity continually before their eyes, and that of a people, who, like the inhabitants of this island, have no models in the Doric style, either to form their taste, or guide their exer- tions, and who have no means of reaching the remains of that order which exist, but by a journey of many thousand miles? Of the in- fluence of the study of ancient excellence in improving the taste, both of architects and peo- ple, no one acquainted wi h the subject can have the smallest doubt; and it is stated in the strongest terms, by the author whose obser- vations have just been mentioned. "Amidst the ruins of Rome, the great Italian architects formed their taste. They studied the relics of ancient grandeur, with all the diligence of en- thusiasm. They measured the proportions, and drew the details, and modelled the members But when their artists were employed by the piety or magnificence of the age, they never re- stored the examples by which they were sur- rounded, and which were the objects of theii habitual study. The architects did not linger in contemplation of their predecessors ; former generations had advanced and they proceeded." Now such being the influence of the remains of antiquity in guiding the inventions, and chastening the taste of modern artists, is there no advantage in putting our architects in this particular on a level with those of Italy, and com- pensating, in some degree, by the restoration of the finest monuments of ancient genius, the local disadvantages with which a residence in this remote part of the world is necessarily at- tended! By doing this, we are not precluding the development of modern invention ; we are, on the contrary, laying the surest foundation jor it, by bringing our artists to the point from which the Italian artists took their departure. When this is done, the inventive genius of the two nations will be able to commence their career with equal advantages. Till it is attempt- ed, we can hardly hope that we shall overtake them in the race. Suppose, that instead of possessing the Coliseum and the Pantheon within their walls, and having made their pro- portions the continual subject of their study, the Roman artists had been obliged to travel into the interior of Asia to visit their ruins, and that"' this journey, from the expense with which it was attended, had been within the reach only of a few of the most opulent and adventurous of their nobility ; can there be the slightest doubt that the fine arts in that city would have been greatly indebted to any Ro- man pontiff who restored those beautiful mo- numents in his own dominions? and yet this benefit is seriously made a matter of doubt, when the restoration of the Parthenon is pro- posed, in a part of the world where the remains of ancient genius are placed at the distance of two thousand miles. The greatest exertions of original genius, both in literature and arts, by which modern Europe has been distinguished, have been made in an age when the wealth of ancient times was thoroughly understood. The age of Tasso andMachiavel followed the restoration of letters in Italy. If we compare their writings with those which preceded that great event, the difference appears almost incalculable. It was on the stu- dy of Grecian and Roman eloquence, that Mil- ton trained himself to those sublime concep- tions which have immortalized his name. Raphael and Michael Angelo gave but slight indications of original genius till their pow- ers were awakened and their taste refined by the study of the Grecian sculpture. Statuary, in modern times, has nowhere been cultivated with such success as at Rome, amidst the wrrks of former ages; and Chantry hasdeclared that the arrival of the Elgin marbles in the British Museum is to be regarded as an era in the pro- gress of art in this country. Architecture has attained its greatest perfection in France and NATIONAL MONUMENTS. Italy, where the study of the remains of anti- quity which those countries contain, has had so powerful an influence upon the public taste. Those who doubt the influence of the restoration of the Parthenon, in improving the efforts of original genius in this country, reason in op- position not only to the experience of past times, in all the other departments of literature and art, but to all that we know of the causes to which the improvement of architecture itself has been owing. It is no answer to this to say that drawings and prints of these edifices are open to all the world; and that an architect may study the proportions of the Parthenon as well in Stuart's Athens, as on the Calton Hill of Edin- burgh. An acquaintance with drawings is limited to a small number, even in the most polished classes of society, and to the middling and lower orders is almost unknown ; where- as, public edifices are seen by all the world, and obtruda themselves on the attention of the most inconsiderate. There are few persons who return from Greece or Italy, without a considerable taste for architectural beauty ; but during the war, when travelling was im- possible, the existence of Stuart's Athens and Piranesi's Rome produced no such effect. Our architects, during the war, had these ad- mirable engravings constantly at their com- mand: but how wretched were their concep- tions before the peace had afforded them the means of studying the originals ! The extra- ordinary improvement which both the style of our buildings, and the taste of our people have received, since the edifices of France and Italy were laid open to so large a proportion of the country, demonstrates the superior efficacy of actual observation, to the study of prints, in improving the public taste for architectural beauty. The engravings never become an object of interest till the originals have been seen. The recent attempts to introduce a new order of architecture in this island, demon- strate, that we have not as yet arrived at the point where the study of ancient models can be dispensed with. In the new street in front of Carlton House, every thing, which, if form- ed on the model of the antique, is beautiful ; every thing in which novelty has been at- tended is a deformity. It is evident, that more i than one generation must pass away, before architecture is so thoroughly understood as to admit of the former landmarks being disre- garded. The belief that a Grecian temple cannot look beautiful, but in the climate and under the sun of Athens, is a total mistake. The clear atmosphere which prevails during the frosts of winter, or in the autumnal months, in Scotland, is as favourable to the display of architectural splendour, as the warm atmo- sphere of Greece. The Melville monument in St. Andrew's Square appears nowise inferior to the original in the Roman capitol. The gray and time-worn temples of Paestum are perhaps more sublime that the Grecian struc- tures which still retain the brightness and lustre by which they were originally charac- terized. Of all the edifices which the genius of man ever conceived, the Doric temple is most independent of the adventitious advantages of light and shade, and rests most securely on the intrinsic grandeur and solidity of its con- struction. To say, that every people have an archi- tecture of their own, and that the Gothic is irretrievably fixed down upon this island, is a position unwarranted either by reason or authority. A nation is not bound to adhere to barbarous manners, because their ancestors were barbarous ; nor is the character of their literature to be fixed by the productions of its earliest writers. It is by its works in the period of its meridian splendour, that the opi- nion of posterity is formed. The bow was once the national weapon of England, and to the skill with which it was used, our greatest victories have been owing; but that is no reason why it should be adhered to as the means of national defence after fire-arms have been introduced. If we must make something peculiar in the National Monument, let it be the peculiarity which distinguishes the period when architecture and the other fine arts have attained to their highest perfection, and not the period of their infancy. But the feudal and castellated forms arose during an age of ignorance and civil dissension. To compel us to continue that style as the national archi- tecture, would be as absurd as to consider Chaucer as the standard of English literature, or Duns Scotus as the perfection of Scotch eloquence. We do not consider the writers in the time of the Jameses as the model of our national literature. Why then should we con- fer that distinction on the architecture which arose out of the circumstances of the barba- rous period! For these reasons, we are compelled to dif- fer from the noble author, whose very inte- resting essay on Grecian architecture has done so much to awaken the world to a sense of its excellencies, in regard to the expediency of restoring the Parthenon in the National Monument of Scotland. From the taste which his work exhibits, and from the obvious supe- riority which he possesses over ourselves in estimating the beauties of Grecian architec- ture, we drew the strongest argument in favour of such a measure. It was from a study of the ruins of ancient Greece, that Lord Aber- deen acquired the information and taste which he possesses on this subject, and gained the superiority which he enjoys over his untra- velled countrymen. If they had the same means of visiting and studying the originals which he has possessed, we should agree with him in thinking, that the genius of the age should be directed to new combinations. But when this is not the case, we must be con- tent to proceed by slower degrees; and while nineteen-twentieths of our people do not know what the Parthenon is, and can perceive no- thing remarkable in the finest models of archi- tectural excellence, we must not think of forming new orders. It is enough if we can make them, acquainted with those which already exist. The first step towards national excellence in the fine arts, is to feel the beauty of that which has already been done; the se- cond, is to excel it. We must lake the first 84 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. step, before we attempt the second. Having laid the foundation of national taste in archi- tecture, by restoring the finest- model of anti- quity on the situation of all others the best adapted for making its excellencies known, we shall be prepared to form new edifices, and possibly to surpass those which antiquity has left. But till this is done, there is every rea- son to apprehend, that the efforts of our artists will be as ineffectual in obtaining true beauty, as the genius of our writers was in obtaining real excellence, until the restoration of the classic authors gave talent its true direction, and public taste an unexceptionable standard. MARSHAL NET.* THE memoirs connected with the French | Revolution furnish an inexhaustible source of interesting discussion. We shall look in vain in any other period of history for the same splendid succession of events ; for a phantasmagoria in which characters so illus- trious are passed before the view ; or for in- dividuals whose passions or ambition have exercised an equally important influence on human affairs. When we enter upon the era of Napoleon, biography assumes the dignity of history ; the virtues and vices of individuals become inseparably blended with public mea- sures ; and in the memoirs of contemporary writers, we turn for the secret springs of those great events which have determined the fate of nations. From the extraordinary interest, however, connected with this species of composition, has arisen an evil of no ordinary kind. Not France only, but Europe at large, being in- satiable for works of this kind, an immense number have sprung up of spurious origin, or doubtful authority. Writing of memoirs has become a separate profession. A crowd of able young men devote themselves to this fas- cinating species of composition, which pos- sesses the interest of history without its dry- ness, and culls from the book of Time only the most brilliant of its flowers. Booksellers engage in the wholesale manufacture, as a mercantile speculation ; an attractive name, an interesting theme, is selected ; the relations of the individuals whose memoirs are pro- fessed to be given to the world, are besought to furnish a few original documents or au- thentic anecdotes, to give an air of veracity to the composition; and at length the memoirs are ushered forth to the world as the work of one who never wrote one syllable of them himself. Of this description are the soi-disant Memoirs of Fouche, Robespierre, Une Femme de Qualite, Louis the Eighteenth, and many others, which are now admitted to be the work of the manufacturers for the Parisian book- sellers, but are nevertheless interspersed with many authentic and interesting anecdotes, derived from genuine sources, and contain in consequence much valuable matter for future history. In considering the credit due to any set of memoirs, one main point, of course, is, whe- ther they are published by a living author of * Memoires du Marechal Ney, publics par sa Famille. Paris, Fournier ; Londres, E. Bull, 1833. Blackwood's Magazine, Oct. 1833. character and station in society. If they are, there is at least the safeguard against impos- ture, which arises from the facility with which they may be disavowed, and the certainty that no man of character would permit a spurious composition to be palmed upon the world as his writing. The Memoirs, therefore, of Bour- rienne, Madame Junot, Savary, and many others, may be relied on as at least the ad- mitted work of the persons whose names they bear, and as ushered into the world under the sanction and on the responsibility of living persons of rank or station in society. There are other memoirs, again, of such ex- traordinary ability as at once to bear the stamp of originality and veracity on their very face. Of this description are Napoleon's memoirs, dictated to Montholon and Gourgaud ; a work which bears in every page decisive marks of the clear conceptions, lucid ideas, and tranch- ant sagacfty of the Conqueror of Austerlitz and Rivoli. Judging from internal evidence, we are disposed to rank these invaluable Me- moirs much higher than the rambling and dis- cursive, though interesting work of Las Casas. They are not nearly so impassioned or ran- corous ; facts are not so obviously distorted; party spirit is not so painfully conspicuous. With regret, we must add, that even these genuine memoirs, dictated by Napoleon him- self, as the groundwork for the history of his achievements, contain the marks of the weak- nesses as well as the greatness of his mind; an incessant jealousy of every rival who ap- proached even to his glory ; an insatiable passion for magnifying his own exploits ; a disregard of truth so remarkable in a person gifted with such extraordinary natural sagaci- ty, that it can be ascribed only to the poison- ous moral atmosphere which a revolution pro- duces. The Memoirs of Thibaudeau perhaps exhibit the most valuable and correct, as well as favourable picture of the emperor's mind. In the discussions on the great public mea- sures which were submitted to the Council of State at Paris, and, above all, in the clear and luminous speeches of Napoleon on every sub- ject, whether of civil or military administra- tion, that occurred during his consulship, is to be found the clearest proof of the vast grasp and great capacity of his mind; and in their superiority to those of the other speakers, and, above all, of Thibaudeau himself, the best evidence of the fidelity of his reports. Next in value to those of Napoleon and Thibaudeau, we are inclined to place those of MARSHAL NEY. 85 Bourrienne and the Duchess of Abrantes. The first of these writers, in addition to consider- able natural talents, enjoyed the inestimable ad- vantage of having been the school-fellow of Napoleon, and his private secretary during the most interesting period of his life ; that which elapsed from the opening of his Italian Campaign, in 1796, to his accession to the throne in 1804. If Bourrienne could be entire- ly relied on, his Memoirs, with such sources of information, would be invaluable ; but un- fortunately, it is evident that he labours under a feeling of irritation at his former school- fellow, which renders it necessary to take his statements with some grains of allowance. Few men can forgive the extraordinary and unlooked-for elevation of their former equals ; and, in addition to this common source of pre- judice, it is evident that Bourrienne labours under another and a less excusable feeling. It is plain, even from his own admission, that he had been engaged in some money transac- tions of a doubtful character with M. Ouvrard, which rendered his continuing in the highly confidential situation of private secretary to the emperor improper ; and his dismissal from it has evidently tinged his whole narrative with a certain feeling of acrimony, which, if it has not made him actually distort facts, has at least caused them to appear in his hands through a medium coloured to a certain de- gree. The Duchess of Abrantes, like most of the other annalists of Napoleon, labours under prepossessions of a different kind. She was intimate with Napoleon from his childhood ; her mother had the future emperor on her knee from the day of his birth ; and the in- timacy between the two families continued so great, that when Napoleon arrived at the age of twenty-six, and felt, as he expresses it, the " besoin de se fixer," he actually proposed for the duchess's mother himself, who was a per- son of great natural attractions, while he wished at the same time to arrange a mar- riage between Joseph and the duchess, and Pauline and her brother. It may readily be imagined that, though these proposals were all declined, they left no unfavourable impres- sion on the duchess's mind; and this, coupled with her subsequent marriage to Junot, and his rapid advancement by the emperor, has filled her mind with an admiration of his cha- racter almost approaching to idolatry. She sees every thing, in consequence, in the con- sular and imperial government, in the most favourable colours. Napoleon is worshipped with all a woman's fervour, and the days of triumph for the Grand Army looked back to as a dream of glory, which has rendered all the remainder of life worthless and insipid. The Memoirs of Marshal Ney appear under different auspices from any others which have yet appeared regarding this eventful era. They do not profess to have been written by him- self; and, indeed, the warlike habits, and sudden and tragic death of the marshal, pre- clude the possibility of their being ushered forth to the world under that character. But, on the other hand, they are unquestionably published by his family, from the documents and papers in their possession; and the anec- dotes with which they are interspersed have plainly been collected with great pains from all the early friends of that illustrious warrior. If they are not published, therefore, under the sanction of personal, they are under that of family responsibility, and may be regarded, as we would say in England, as " the Ney Pa- pers," connected together by an interesting biography of the character to whom they refer. In such a production, historical impartiality cannot be reasonably expected. To those of his family who still mourn the tragic end of the bravest of French heroes, his character must still be the object of veneration. Fail- ings which would have been acknowledged, defects which would have been pointed out, if he had descended to an honoured tomb, are forgotten in his melancholy fate ; and his family, with hearts ulcerated at the supposed injustice and perhaps real illegality of his condemnation, are rather disposed to magnify his character into that of a martyr, than ac- knowledge its alliance with any of the weak- nesses or faults of mortality. In such feel- ings, there is not only every thing that is natural, but much that is commendable ; and the impartial foreigner, in reviewing the his- tory of his achievements, will not forget the painful sense of duty under which the British government acted at the close of his career, or the mournful feelings with which the axe of justice was permitted to descend on one of the bravest of -the human race, under the feel- ing whether right or not it is the province of history to inquire of imperious state necessity. Marshal Ney was born at Sarrelouis,on the 10th January, 1769; consequently, he was twenty years old when the Revolution first broke out. His father was an old soldier, who had served with distinction at the battle of Rosbach ; but after his discharge, he conti- nued the profession of a cooper, to which he had been early educated. At school, his son, the young Ney, evinced the turbulent vigour of his disposition, and the future general was incessantly occupied in drilling and directing his comrades. Napoleon gave tokens of the same disposition at an equally early period : there is no turn of mind which so early evinces itself as a taste for military achieve- ments. He was at first destined for a notary's office ; but in spite of the earnest entreaties of his parents, he resolved to change his profes- sion. At the age of fifteen, our author gives the following interesting account of the cir- cumstances which led to his embracing the profession of arms. " So early as when he was fifteen, Ney had a presentiment of his future destiny. His father, incapable alike of estimating his pow- ers, or sharing his hopes, in vain endeavoured to restrain him. The mines of Assenwider at that period were in full activity ; he sent his son there, to endeavour to give a new direc- tion to his thoughts. It had quite an opposite effect. His imagination soon resumed its wonted courses. He dreamed only of fields of battle, combats and glory. The counsels H 86 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. of his father, the tears of his mother, were alike ineffectual : they lacerated without mov- ing his heart. Two years passed away in this manner ; but his taste for arms became every day more decided. The places where he dwelt, contributed to strengthen the natural bent of his genius. Almost all the towns on the Rhine are fortified ; wherever he went, he saw garrisons, uniforms, and artillery. Ney could withstand it no longer; he. resigned his humble functions, and set out for Metz, where a regiment of hussars was stationed, with the intention of enlisting. The grief which he well knew that sudden determination would cause to his mother, the chagrin which it would occasion to his father, agitated his mind ; he hesitated long what to do, but at length filial piety prevailed over fear, and he returned to Sarrelouis to embrace his parents, and bid them adieu. "The interview was painful, his reception stormy ; reproaches, tears, prayers, menaces, alternately tore his heart. At length he tore himself from their arms, and flying in haste, without either baggage, linen, or money, he regained the route of Metz, from which he had turned. He walked on foot; his feet were soon blistered, his shoes were stained with blood. Sad, harassed, and worn out with fatigue, he nevertheless continued his march without flinching; and in his very first debut, gave proof of that invincible determi- nation which no subsequent obstacles were able to overcome. "At an after period,- when fortune had smiled on his path, he returned to Sarrelouis. The artillery sounded; the troops were under arms; all the citizens crowded to see their compatriot of whom they were so proud. Re- cognising then the road which thirteen years before he had traversed on foot, the marshal recounted with emotion his first fatigues to the officers who surrounded him." I. 5, 6. It has frequently been observed, that those who rise from humble beginnings are ashamed in subsequent life of their commencement, and degrade themselves by a puerile endea- vour to trace their origin to a family of dis- tinction. Ney, equally with Napoleon, was above that meanness. "Never in subsequent life did the marshal forget the point from which he had started. After he had arrived at the highest point of his fortune, he took a pleasure in recurring to his humble origin. When some persons were declaiming in his presence on their connection with the noblesse, and what they had obtained from their rich families: 'You were more fortunate than I,' said he, interrupting them ; * I received nothing from my family, and deemed myself rich when, at Metz, I had two pieces of bread on the board.' " After he was named a marshal of the em- pire, he held a splendid levee: every one offered his congratulations, and hastened to present his compliments. He interrupted the adulatory strain by addressing himself to an old officer who kept at a distance. ' Do you recollect, captain, the time when you said to me, on occasion of my presenting my report, Well done, Ney ; I am well pleased with you ; go on as you have begun, you will make your fortune.' ' Perfectly, marshal,' replied his old commander; 'I had the honour to command a man infinitely my superior. Such good for- tune is not easily forgotten.' " The satisfaction which he experienced at recurring to his origin, arose not merely from the noble pride of having been the sole archi- tect of his fortune, but also "from the warm affection which he ever felt for his family. He loved nothing so much as to recount the tenderness which he had experienced from his mother, and the good counsels which he had received from his father. Thus, when he was abandoning himself to all the dangers arising from an impetuous courage, he carefully con- cealed his perils from his parents and rela- tions, to save them from useless anxiety. On one occasion, he commanded the advanced guard of General Colaud, and was engaged in a serious action. Overwhelmed with fatigue, he returned and recounted to his comrades the events of the day. One of his friends blamed him for his imprudence. 'It is very true,' replied Ney, 'I have had singular good for- tune to-day; four different times I found my- self alone in the midst of the Austrians. Nothing but the most extraordinary good for- tune extricated me out of their hands.' 'You have been more fortunate than your brother.' 'What,' replied Ney, impetuously, and fixing his eyes anxiously on his friend, ' is my bro- ther dead 1 Ah ! my poor mother !' At length he learned the mournful news, that in a serious affair in Italy, Pierre Ney, his elder brother, "had been killed. He burst into tears, and exclaimed, ' What would have become of my mother and sister, if I too had fallen ! Write to them, I pray you ; but conceal the dangers to which I am exposed, that they may not fear also for my life.' The father of the marshal died a few years ago, at the age of nearly a hundred years. He loved his son with tenderness mingled with respect, and al- though of a singularly robust habit of body, his family feared the effect of the shock which the sad events of 1815 might produce upon him. He was never informed of them: the mourning of his daughter, with whom he lived, and of his grandchildren, only made him aware that some dreadful calamity had befallen the family. He ventured to ask no questions, and ever since, sad and melancholy, pronouncing but rarely the name of his son, he lingered on till 1826, when he died without having learned his tragic fate." I. 9, 10. The great characteristic of Marshal Ney was his impetuous courage, which gained for him, even among the giants of the era of Na- poleon, the surname of the Bravest of the Brave. This remarkable characteristic is thus described in these Memoirs : 'It is well known with what power and energy he could rouse the masses of the sol- diers, and precipitate them upon the enemy. Vehement and impetuous when heading a charge, he was gifted with the most imper- turbable sang froid when it became necessary to sustain its movements. Dazzled by the lustre of that brilliant valour, many persons have imagined that it was the only illustrious MARSHAL NEY. 87 quality which the marshal possessed ; but | those who were nearer his person, and better j acquainted with his character, will concede to him greater qualities than the enthusiasm which captivates and subjugates the soldier. Calm in the midst of a storm of grape-shot imperturbable amid a shower of balls and shells, Ney seemed to be ignorant of danger ; to have nothing to fear from death. This rashness, which twenty years of perils have not diminished, gave to his mind the liberty, the promptitude of judgment and execution, so necessary in the midst of the complicated movements of war. This quality astonished those who surrounded him, more even than the courage in action which is more or less felt by all who are habituated to the dangers of war. One of his officers, whose courage had repeatedly been put to the proof, asked him one day if he had never felt -fear. Re- gaining instantly that profound indifference for danger, that forgetfulness of death, that elasticity of mind, which distinguished him on the field of battle, 'I have never had time,' replied the marshal xvith simplicity. "Nevertheless, this extraordinary coolness in danger did not prevent his perceiving those slight shades of weakness, from which it is so rarely that a soldier is to be found entirely exempted. On one occasion, an officer was giving an account of a mission on which he had been sent: while he spoke, a bullet passed so near him that he involuntarily lowered his head, but nevertheless continued his narrative without exhibiting emotion ' You have done extremely well,' said the marshal, 'but next time do not bow quite so low.' "The marshal loved courage, and took the greatest pleasure in producing it in others. If he had witnessed it in a great degree in any one on the field of battle ; if he had discovered vigour, capacity, or military genius, he never rested till he had obtained their promotion ; and the army resounded for long with the efforts which he made for this purpose." I. 21. But it was not mere valour or capacity on the field of battle, which distinguished Ney ; he was attentive also to the minutest wants of his soldiers, and indefatigable in his endea- vours to procure for them those accommoda- tions, of which, from having risen from the humblest rank himself, he so well knew how to appreciate the value. Of his efforts in this respect we have the following interesting ac- count: "Quick in repressing excesses, the marshal omitted nothing to prevent them. A private soldier in early life, he had himself felt the sufferings endured by the private soldier, and when elevated to a higher station he did his | utmost to assuage them in others. He knew that the soldier, naturally just and grateful to those who watched over his interests, was difficult to manage when his complaints were neglected, and it was evident that his superiors had no sympathy for his fatigues or his priva- tions. Ney was sincerely attached to those | great masses, which, though composed of men j of such different characters, were equally ready every day to meet dangers and death in the discharge of duty. At that period our troops, worn out with the fatigues of war, ac- customed to make light of dangers, were much ruder in their manners, and haughty in their ideas, than those of these times, who lead a pacific life in great cities and garrisons. The marshal was incessant in his endeavours to discover and correct the abuses which affected them. He ever endeavoured to prevent their wishes, and to convince the officers who com- manded them, that by elevating the soldier in his own eyes, and treating him with the respect which he deserves, but without any diminution of the necessary firmness, it was alone possible ta obtain that forgetfulness of himself, that abandonment of military discipline, which constitutes so large a portion of military force. "Avoiding, therefore, in the most careful way, the imposition of unnecessary burdens upon the soldiers, he was equally careful to abstain from that vain ostentation of author- ity, that useless prodigality of escort, which generals of inferior calibre are so fond of dis- playing. His constant object was to spare the troops engaged in that fatiguing service, and not to diminish, but from absolute necessity, by such detachments, the numerical strength of the regiments under his orders. That soli- citude did not escape the soldiers ; and among their many subjects of gratitude, they ranked in the foremost place the continual care and perseverance with which their general secured for them the means of subsistence. The pro- digies he effected in that particular will be found fully detailed in the campaign of Portu- gal, where he succeeded, in a country repeat- edly devastated, in providing, by incredible exertions, not only provisions for his own corps, but the whole army, during the six months that it remained in Portugal. Con- stantly in motion on the Mondego, inces- santly pushing columns in every direction, he contrived to procure bread, clothes, provi- sions, in fine, every thing which was required. The recollection of these things remained engraven on the minds of his soldiers, and when his division with Massena caused him to resign the command of his corps, the grief of the soldiers, the murmurs, the first symp- toms of an insurrection ready to break forth, and which a single word from their chief would have blown into a flame, were sufficient to prove that his cares had not been thrown away on ungrateful hearts, and that his multi- plied attentions had won all their affections. " But his careful attention to his soldiers did not prevent him from maintaining the most rigorous discipline, and punishing severely any considerable excess on the part of the troops under his command. An instance of this occurred in the country of Darmstadt. The Austrians had been defeated, and retired near to Swigemberg, where they were broken anew. The action was warmly contested, and our soldiers, irritated by so much resistance, broke open several houses and plundered them. The circumstances in which it occurred might excuse the transgression, but Ney resolved to make a signal example of reparation. While he proceeded with the utmost severity against the .offenders, he published a proclamation, in which he directed that the damage should be ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. estimated ; and in order that it should not be fixed at an elusory sum, he charged the Land- grave himself with the valuation. " When Governor of Gallicia and Salamanca, these provinces, notwithstanding their hatred at the yoke of the stranger, cheerfully acknow- ledged the justice of his administration. One only object of spoil has been left by the mar- shal to his family, a relic of St. James of Com- postella, which the monks of the convent of St. Jago presented to him, in gratitude for the humanity with which he treated them. He did not limit his care to the protection of property from pillage ; he knew that there are yet dearer interests to which honour is more nearly allied, and he never ceased to cause them to be respected. The English army will bear testimony to his solicitude in that parti- cular. Obliged, after the battle of Corunna, to embark in haste, they were unable to place on board the women by whom they were followed, and in consequence, fifty were left on the shore, where they were wandering about without pro- tection, exposed to the insults of the soldiers. No sooner was Ney informed of their situa- tion, than he hastened to come to their suc- cour; he assembled them, assured them of his protection, and directed that they should be placed in a female convent. But the Superior refused to admit them ; she positively refused to have any thing to do with heretics ; no en- treaties could persuade her to extend to these unfortunates the rites of hospitality. " ' Be it so,' replied the marshal ; ' I under- stand your scruples ; and, therefore, instead of these Protestants, you shall furnish lodgings to two companies of Catholic grenadiers.' Ne- cessity, at length, bent the hard-hearted Abbess ; and these unhappy women, for the most part the wives or daughters of officers or non-com- missioned officers, whose bravery we had ex- perienced in the field, were received into the convent, where they were protected from every species of injury." I. 39 41. We have no doubt of the truth of this last anecdote, and we may add that Ney not only respected the remains of Sir John Moore, interred in the ramparts of Corunna, but erected a monument to his memory. It is soothing to see the Freemasonry of generous feeling, which subsists between the really brave and elevated, under all the varieties of national rivalry or animosity, in every part of the world. It is a pleasing task to record traits of gene- rosity in an enemy; but war is not composed entirely of such actions; and, as a specimen of the mode in which the Republican troops, in the first years of their triumphs, oppressed the people whom they professed to deliver, we subjoin the following account of the mode in which they levied their requisitions, taken from the report of one of the Envoys of Go- vernment to the Convention. " Cologne, 8th October, 1794. "The agents sent to make requisitions, my dear colleagues, act in such a manner as to revolt all the world. The moment they arrive in a town, they lay a requisition on every thing ; literally every thing. No one thereafter can either buy or sell. Thus we see com- merce paralyzed, and for how long 1 For an indefinite time ; for there are many requisi- tions which have been laid on a month ago, and on which nothing has yet been demanded; and during that whole period the inhabitants were unable to purchase any articles even of the first necessity. If such measures are not cal- culated to produce a counter-revolutionary reaction ; if they are not likely to rouse against us the indignation of all mankind, I ask you what are 1 " Safety and fraternity. GELLIT." I. 53. Contrast this conduct on the part of the Friends of the People, as detailed by one of their own representatives to his democratic rulers, with the conduct of the Duke of Wel- lington, paying high prices for every article required by the English army in the south of France, and we have the best proof of the dif- ference between the actions of a Conservative and Revolutionary Government. The life of a soldier who spent twenty years in camps, of course furnishes abundant ma- terials for the description of military adventure. We select, almost at random, the following de- scription of the passage of the Rhine, opposite Ehrenbreitzin, by the corps of Kleber, in 1795. "The fort of Ehrenbreitzin commanded the mouth of Moselle; the batteries of the right bank swept all the shores of the Rhine. The enemy were quite aware of our design ; the moon shone bright; and his soldiers, with anxious eyes and listening ears, waited the moment when our boats might come within reach of his cannon. The danger was great ; but that of hesitation was still greater ; we abandoned ourselves to our fate, and pushed across towards Neuwied. Instantly the forts and the batteries thundered with unexampled violence ; a shower of grape-shot fell in our boats. But there is something in great danger which elevates the mind. Our pontonniers made a sport of death, as of the batteries which were successively unmasked, and join- ing their efforts to the current which swept them along, at length reached the dikes on the opposite shore. Neuwied also opened its fire. That delicious town, embellished by all the arts of peace, now transformed into a warlike stronghold, overwhelmed us by the fire of its batteries. We replied with vigour, but for long felt a repugnance to direct our fire against that charming city. At length, however, necessity compelled us to make the attack, and in a few hours Neuwied was re- duced to ashes. " The difficulties of the enterprise neverthe- less remained. It was necessary to overcome a series of redoubts, covered by chevaux-de- frize, palisades, and covered ways. We had at once to carry Dusseldorf and beat the Count d'Hirbauch, who awaited our approach at the head of 20.000 men. Kleber alone did not des- pair ; the batteries on the left shore were ready, and the troops impatiently awaited the signal to land. The dispositions were soon made. Lefebvre attacked the left, Championnet the centre, Grenier the right. Such leaders could not but inspire confidence in the men. Soldiers and officers leapt ashore. We braved the storm of grape-shot; and on the 5th September, at MARSHAL NEY. break of day, we were established on the Ger- man bank of the river." I. 99101. These Memoirs abound with passages of this description; and if implicit faith is to be given to them, it appears certain that Ney from the very first was distinguished by a degree of personal gallantry, as well as military con- duct, which has been rarely paralleled, and never exceeded. The description of his ele- vation to the rank of General Brigade, and the action which preceded it, is singularly de- scriptive of the character of the French armies at that period, " Meanwhile Mortier made himself master of Ebermanstadt, Collaud advanced upon For- chiers. His orders were to drive back every opponent whom he found in the plain, and disperse every force which attempted to cover the place. The task was difficult ; the avenues leading to it, the heights around it, were equally guarded; and Wartensleben, in the midst oif his soldiers, was exhorting them not to per- mit their impregnable position to be carried. It presented, in truth, every obstacle that could well be imagined; they were abrupt, covered with woods, surrounded by deep ravines. To these obstacles of nature were joined all the resources of art; on this height were placed masses of soldiers, that was crowned with ar- tillery; infantry was stationed at the summit of the defiles, cavalry at their mouths ; on every side the resistance promised to be of the most formidable description. Ney, however, was not to be deterred by such obstacles ; he advanced at the head of a handful of heroes, and opened his fire. He had only two pieces of artillery; the enemy speedily unmasked fourteen. His troop was for a moment shaken by the violence of the fire ; but it was ac- customed to all the chances of war. It speedily re-formed, continued the attack, and succeeded, after an obstinate struggle, in throwing the ene- my's ranks into disorder. Some reinforcements soon afterwards arrived ; the melee grew warmer; and at length the Austrians, over- whelmed and broken, evacuated the position, which they found themselves unable to defend. " Kleber, charmed with that brilliant achieve- ment, testified the warmest satisfaction with it to the young officer. He addressed to him, at the head of his troop, the most flattering ex- pressions upon his activity, skill, and courage, and concluded with these words, 'I. will no longer hurt your modesty by continuing my praises! My line is taken; you are a Gene- ral of Brigade.' The chasseurs clapped their hands, and the officers loudly testified their satisfaction. Ney alone remained pensive ; he even seemed to hesitate whether he should ac- cept the rank, and did not utter a single word. 'Well,' continued Kleber, in the kindest man- ner, 'you seem very confused; but the Aus- trians are those who will speedily make you forget your ennui ; as for me, I will forthwith report your promotion to the Directory.' He did so in effect, and it was confirmed by return of post." I. 186. It is still a question undecided, whether Na- poleon intended seriously to invade England, or whether his great preparations in the Chan- nel were a feint merely to give employment 12 to his troops, and cover other designs. Bour- rienne maintains that he. never in reality in- tended to attempt the descent; and that, un- known to every one, he was organizing his expedition into the heart of Germany at the time when all around him imagined that he was studying only the banks of the Thames. Napoleon himself affirms the contrary. He asserts that he was quite serious in his inten- tion of invading England; that he was fully aware of the risks with which the attempt would have been attended, but was willing to have braved them for so great an object ; and that the defeat of the combined squadron by Sir Robert Calder, frustrated the best combined plan he had ever laid during his whole career. His plan, as detailed in the instructions given to Villeneuve, printed in the appendix to his Memoirs, was to have sent the combined fleet to the West Indies, in order to draw after it Lord Nelson's squadron ; and to have immedi- ately brought it back, raised the blockade of Ferrol and Corunna, and proceeded with the combined fleet to join the squadrons of Rochelle and Brest, where twenty sail of the line were ready for sea, and brought the combined squad- ron into the Channel to cover the embarkation of the army. In this way, by a sudden con- centration of all his naval force, he calculated upon having seventy sail of the line in the Channel ; a much greater force than, in the ab- sence of Lord Nelson, the British could have at once assembled to meet him. When we recollect that Lord Nelson fell into the snare, and actually pursued the combined fleets to the West Indies ; that in pursuance of Na- poleon's design, Villeneuve -reached Ferrol, and that it was in consequence only of his un- successful action with Sir Robert Calder, that he was induced to fall back to Cadiz, and there- by cause the whole plan to miscarry; it is evident that the fate of Britain then hung upon a thread, arid that if the English admiral had been defeated, and the combined fleet had pro- ceeded up the Channel, the invasion might have been effected, and the fate of the civilized world been changed. It is a singular proof of the sagacity of Lord Collingwood, that at the very time when this well-combined plan was in progress on Napoleon's, side, he divined the enemy's intentions, and in a memorial address- ed to the Admiralty, and published in his Me- moirs, pointed out the danger arising from the precise plan which his great antagonist was adopting; and it is a still more singular in- stance of the injustice and precipitance of public opinion, that the British government were compelled to bring the admiral to a court-martial, and dismiss him from the ser- vice, because, with fifteen ships of the line, he had maintained a glorious combat with twenty- seven, captured two of their line, and defeated the greatest and best combined project ever formed by the Emperor Napoleon. As every thing relating to this critical pe- riod of the war is of the very highest interest in Great Britain, we shall translate the pas- sages of Ney's Memoirs, which throw light upon the vast preparations then made on the other side of the Channel. "Meanwhile time passed on, and England, B* 90 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. a little recovered from its consternation, but nevertheless the real place of attack, always escaped its government. Four thousand gun- boats covered the coast; the construction of praams and rafts went on without intermission ; every thing announced that the invasion was to be effected by main force, and by means of the flotilla which made so much noi.se. If the strife was doubtful, it at least had its chance of success ; but while England was daily be- coming more confident of success in repelling that aggression, the preparations for the real attack were approaching to maturity. Napoleon never seriously intended to traverse the Chan- nel under cover of a fog, by the aid of a favour- able wind, or by the force of such frail vessels of war as gun-boats. His arrangements were better made; and all that splendid display of gun-boats was only intended to deceive the enemy. He wished to disperse the force which he could not combat when assembled together. In pursuance of this plan, his fleets were to have assembled from Toulon, Rochfort, Cadiz, Brest, and Ferrol, draw after them to the West Indies the British blockading squadrons, and return rapidly on their steps, and present them- selves in the Channel before the English were well aware that they had crossed the Line. Master in this way of a preponderating force, riding irresistibly in the Channel, he would have embarked on board his flotilla the troops with which he would have made himself master of London, and revolutionized England, before that immense marine, which he could never have faced when assembled together, could have collected for its defence. These different expeditions, long retained in their different har- bours, had at length set sail ; the troops had received orders to be ready to put themselves instantly on board; the instructions to the general had foreseen every thing, provided for every emergency ; the vessels assigned to each troop, the order in which they were to fall out of the harbour, were all fixed. Arms, horses, artillery, combatants, camp-followers, all had received their place, all were arranged accord- ing to their orders. " Marshal Ney had nothing to do but follow out literally his instructions ; they were so luminous and precise as to provide for every contingency. He distributed the powder, the tools, the projectiles, which were to accompany his corps on board the transports provided for that purpose. He divided that portion of the flotilla assigned to him into subdivisions; every regiment, every battalion, every com- pany, received the praams destined for their use; every one, down to the very last man, was ready to embark at the first signal. He did more ; rapidity of movement requires com- bined exertions, and he resolved to habituate the troops to embarkation. The divisions were successively brought down to the quay, and embarked in the finest order ; but it was possi- ble that when assembled hurriedly together, they might be less calm and orderly. The Marshal resolved to put it to the proof. " Infantry, cavalry, artillery, were at once put under arms, and ranged opposite to the vessels on which they were to embark. The whole were formed in platoons for embarka- tion, at small distances from each other. A cannon was discharged; the field-officers and staff-officers immediately dismounted, and placed themselves each at the head of the troop he was destined to command. The drums had ceased to beat; the soldiers had unfixed their bayonets; a second discharge louder than '.he first was heard ; the generals of divisions pass the order to the colonels. 'Make ready to embark.' Instantly a calm succeeds to the tumult; everyone listens attentively, eagerly watching for the next order, on which so much depended. A third cannon is heard, and the command ' Colonels, forward,' is heard with indescribable anxiety along the line. In fine a last discharge resounds, and is instantly fol- lowed by the order, ' March !' Universal ac- clamations instantly broke forth; the soldiers hurried on board ; in ten minutes and a half twenty-five thousand men were embarked. The soldiers never entertained a doubt that they were about to set sail. They arranged themselves, and each took quarters for him- self; when the cannon again sounded, the drums beat to arms, they formed ready for action on the decks. A last gun is discharged ; every one believed it was the signal to weigh anchor, and shouts of Vive V Empereur rent the air, but it was the signal for debarkation, which was effected silently and with deep re- gret. It was completed, however, as rapidly as the embarkation, and in thirteen minutes from the time when the soldiers were on board, they were arranged in battle array on the shore. "Meanwhile the English had completely fallen into the snare. The fleet which cruised before Rochfort had no sooner seen Admiral Missiessy running down before the wind, than it set sail in pursuit. Villeneuve, who started from Toulon in the middle of a violent tem- pest, was obliged to return to the harbour; but such was Nelson's anxiety to meet him, that he set sail first for Egypt, then for the West In- dies. The Mediterranean was speedily cleared of English vessels ; their fleets wandered through the Atlantic, without knowing where to find the enemy; the moment to strike a decisive stroke had arrived. "The unlocked for return of Missiessy frus- trated all these calculations. He had sailed like an arrow to Martinique, and returned still more rapidly: but the English now retained at home the squadrons which they had original- ly intended to have sent for the defence of Jamaica. Our situation in consequence was less favourable than we had expected ; but, nevertheless, there was nothing to excite un- easiness. We had fifteen ships of the line at Ferrol, six at Cadiz, five at Rochfort, twenty- one at Brest. Villeneuve was destined to rally them, join them to the twenty which he had under his orders, and advancing at the head of an overwhelming force, make himself mas- ter of the Channel. He left Toulon on the 30th March, and on the 23d June he was at the Azores, on his return to Europe, leaving Nelson still in the West Indies. But at the very mo- ment when every one flattered himself that our vessels would speedily arrive to protect the embarkation of the army, we learnt that, MARSHAL NEY. 9t deterred by a cannonade of a few hours, and the loss of two ships, (Sir R. Calder's battle,) he had taken refuge in Ferrol. A mournful feeling took possession of our minds ; every one complained that a man should be so im- measurably beneath his destiny. "All hope, however, was not lost; the em- peror still retained it. He continued his dis- positions, and incessantly urged the advance of the marine. Every one flattered himself that Villeneuve, penetrated with the greatness of his mission, would at length put to sea, join Gautheame, disperse the fleet of Cornwallis, and at length make his appearance in the Channel. But an unhappy fatality drew him on. He only left Ferrol to throw himself into Cadiz. It was no longer possible to count on the support of his squadron. The emperor in vain attempted other expedients, and made repeated attempts to embark. Nothing could succeed for want of the covering squadron ; and soon the Battle of Trafalgar arid the Austrian war postponed the conquest of Eng- land to another age." II. 259 262. This passage, as- well as all the others in Napoleon's Memoirs, which are of a similar import, are calulated, in our opinion, to excite the most singular feelings. They demonstrate, beyond a doubt, of what incalculable import- ance Sir Robert Calder's action was ; and that, more than even the triumph of Trafalgar, it fixed the destinies of Britain. The great victory of Nelson did not occur till the 21st October, and months before that the armies of Napo- leon had been transported from the shores of Boulogne to the heart of Germany, and were irrevocably engaged in a contest with Austria and Russia. It was Sir Robert Calder's action which broke the course of Napoleon's designs, and chained his armies to the shore, at the very time when they were ready to have passed over, with a second Caesar, to the shores of Britain. It is melancholy to think of the fate of the gallant officer, under the dictation of that impartial judge, the popular voice, whose skill and bravery achieved these great results. It is a curious speculation, now that the event is over, what would have been the fate of England, if Napoleon, with one hundred and fifty thousand men, had, in consequence of the success of these combinations, landed on the shores of Sussex. We are now com- pelled, with shame and sorrow, to doubt the doctrine which, till the last three years, we held on this subject. We fear, there is a great probability that he would have achieved the overthrow of the British empire. Not that the mere force of Napoleon's army, great as it was, could have in the end subjugated the de- scendants of the conquerors of Cressy and Azicour. The examples of Vimiera, Maida, Alexandria, Corunna, and Waterloo, where English troops, who had never seen a shot fired in anger, at once defeated the veterans of France, even when commanded by the ablest officers, is sufficient to prove the reverse. England was invincible, if she remained faith*- ful to herself. But would she have remained faithful to herself 1 That is the question. The events of the last three years have awakened us to the mournful fear, that she would not. It is now proved, by sad experience, that we possess within ourselves a numerous, power- ful, and energetic, faction, insatiable in am- bition, unextinguishable in resources, deaf to every call of patriotism, dead to every feeling of hereditary glory. To them national triumph is an object of regret, because it was achieved under the banners of their opponents ; national humiliation an object of indifference, provided they are elevated by it to the reins of power. With burning hearts and longing eyes they watched the career of the French Revolution, ever eulogizing its principles, palliating its excesses, vituperating its adversaries. Mr. Fox pronounced in Parliament the Constitu- j tion framed by the Constituent Assembly, to be "the most astonishing fabric of wisdom | and virtue which patriotism had reared in any i age or country, on the ruins of ignorance and ' superstition." And when this astonishing fabric produced Danton and Robespierre, and hatched the Reign of Terror, he showed no disposition to retract the opinion. Two hun- dred and fifty thousand Irishmen, we are told by Wolfe Tone, were united, drilled, regimented and organized, to effect the separation of Ire- land from Great Britain ; and if we may be- lieve Mr. Moore, in his Life of Lord Edward Fitzgerald, Mr. Fox was no stranger to their treasonable intentions at the very time when he earnestly supported their demand for Parlia- mentary Reform. During the last three years we have seen this party systematically undo every think which their predecessors had effected during half a century of unexampled glory; abandon, one by one, all the objects of our continental policy, the Dutch barrier, the protection of Portugal, the independence of Holland, the integrity of Turkey; unite the leopard and the tricolor in an inglorious crusade against the independence of the sur- rounding' states ; beat down Holland by open force, and subvert Portugal by feigned neutrali- ty and real hostility; force the despots of Northern Europe into a dangerous defensive combination, and unite the arms of constitu- tional freedom with those of democratic am- bition in the South; and, to gain a deceitful popularity for a few years, sacrifice the Con- stitution, which had for two hundred years conferred unexampled prosperity on their country. The men who have done these things, could not have been relied on when assailed by the insidious arts and deceitful promises of Napoleon. Napoleon has told us, in his Memoirs, how he proposed to have subjugated England. He would have overcome it, as he overcame Swit- zerland, Venice, and all the states which did not meet him with uncompromising hostility. He would instantly, on landing, have pub- lished a proclamation, in which he declared that he came to deliver the English from the oligarchy under which they had groaned for three centuries ; and for this end he would have promised annual parliaments, universal suffrage, vote by ballot, the confiscation of the Church property, the abolition of the Corn Laws, and all the objects of Whig or Radical ambition. By these offers he would have 92 ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. thrown the apple of eternal discord and divi- sion into Great Britain. The republican trans- ports which broke out with such vehemence on the announcement of the Reform Bill in 1831, would have been instantly heard on the landing of the tricolor-flag on the throne of England: and the divisions now so irrecover- ably established amongst us, would have at once arisen in presence of a gigantic and en- terprising enemy. There can be little doubt, we fear, what a considerable portion of the Movement party in England, and the whole of it in Ireland, would have done. They would, heart and hand, have joined the enemy of their country. Conceiving that they were doing what was best for its inhabitants they would have established a republic in close alliance with France, and directed the whole resources of England to support the cause of democracy all over the world. Meanwhile, Napoleon, little solicitous about their political dogmas, would have steadily fixed his iron grasp on the great warlike establishments of the coun- try ; Portsmouth, Plymouth, Woolwich, Chat- ham, Sheerness, Deptford, and Carron, would have fallen into his hands ; the army would have been exiled or disbanded; and if his new democratical allies proved at all trouble- some in the House of Commons, he would have dispersed them with as little ceremony, by a file of grenadiers, as he did the Council of Five Hundred in the Orangery of St. Cloud. It is with pain and humiliation that we make this confession. Five years ago we should have held any man a foul libeller on the English character who should have de- clared such conduct as probable in any part of the English opposition ; and we should have relied with as much confidence on the whole liberal party to resist the aggressions of France, as we should on the warmest ad- herents of government. It is their own conduct, since they came into power, which has unde- ceived us, and opened our eyes to the immen- sity of the danger to which the country was exposed, when her firm patriots at the helm nailed her colors to the mast. But regarding, as we do, with perfect sincerity, the Reform Bill as the parent of a much greater change in our national institutions than a conquest by France would have been, and the passing of that measure as a far more perilous, because more irremediable leap in the dark, than if we had thrown ourselves into the arms of Napoleon, we cannot but consider the subse- quent events as singularly illustrative of the prior dangers, and regard the expulsion of the Whigs from the ministry by the firmness of George III., in 1807, as a delivery from greater danger than the country had known since the Saxon arms were overthrown by William on the field of Hastings. One of the most brilliant acts of Napoleon was his astonishing march from Boulogne to Swabia, in 1805, and the admirable skill with which he accumulated his forces, converging from so many different points round the un- fortunate Mack, who lay bewildered at Ulm. In this able undertaking, as well as in the combat at Elchingen, which contributed in so essential a manner to its success, and from which his title of duke was taken, Ney bore a conspicuous part. The previous situation of the contending powers is thus described by our author: "The troops which the emperor had under his command did not exceed 180,000 men. This was little enough for the strife which was about to commence, for the coalition did not now merely oppose to us the troops which they had in the first line. The allied sove- reigns already addressed themselves to the multitude, and loudly called on them to take up arms in defence of liberty, they turned against us the principles which they professed their desire to destroy. They roused in Ger- many national antipathies : flattered in Italy the spirit of independence, scattered every where the seeds of insurrection. The masses of the people were slow to swallow the bait. They appreciated our institutions, and did not behold without distrust this sudden burst of enthusiasm in sovereigns in favour of the po- pular cause : but they readily took fire at the recital of the sacrifices which we had imposed on them, the promised advantages which we had not permitted them to enjoy. The Coali- tion prepared to attack us on all the vast line which we occupied. Russians, Swedes, Eng- lish, Hanoverians, hastened to take a part in the strife. The approach of such a mass of enemies might have occasioned dangerous results ; a single reverse might have involved us in a strife with warlike and impatient na- tions; but the Austrians had imprudently spread themselves through Bavaria, at a time when the Russians had hardly as yet passed Poland. The emperor did not despair of an- ticipating the one and overwhelming the other, and thus dissipating that formidable league of sovereigns before they were in a situation to deploy their forces on the field of battle. The blow, according to these calculations, was to be struck in Swabia. But from that country to Boulogne, where our troops were stationed, the distance was nearly the same as to Podo- lia, where the Russians had arrived. He sought to steal a march upon them to conceal for some days the great manoeuvre which he meditated. For this purpose, Marmont, whose troops were on the coast, when he set out for Germany, received orders to give out that he was about to take merely other quarters ; and Bernadotte, who was stationed in Hanover, to encourage the opinion that he was about to spend the winter in that country. Meanwhile all had orders to hasten their march ; all ad- vanced with the same celerity ; and when our enemies still believed us on the shores of the Channel, we were far advanced towards the Rhine. The first and second corps had reached Mayence; the third was grouped around Manheim ; the fourth had halted in the environs of Spire; the fifth was estab- lished at Strasbourg, and the sixth, which had started from Montreuilon the 28th August, had reached Lauterbourg on the 24th September. In that short interval, it had traversed three hun- dred leagues, being at the rate of above ten leagues a-day. History has nothing to show comparable to such celerity." II. 268 270. From a soldier of such ability and experi- MARSHAL NEY. ence much may be expected of value on the science of war. In the " Reflections" of the marshal, at the end of the second volume, the reader will find much interesting matter of that description. We select one example : " The defensive system accords ill with the disposition of the French soldier, at least if it is not to be maintained by successive diver- sions and excursions ; in a word, if you are not constantly occupied in that little warfare, inactivity destroys the force of troops who rest constantly on the defensive. They are obliged to be constantly on the alert, night and day; while, on the other hand, offensive expeditions, wisely combined, raise the spirit of the soldier, and prevent him from having time to ponder on the real cause of his dan- gerous situation. "It is in the offensive that yoji find in the French soldier inexhaustible" resources. His active disposition, and valour in assaults, double his power. A general should never hesitate to march with the bayonet against the enemy, if the ground is favourable for the use of that weapon. It is in the attack, in fine, that you accustom the French soldier to every species of warfare, alike to brave the ene- my's fire, which is generally little hurtful, and to leave the field open to the develop- ment of his intelligence and courage. . " One of the greatest difficulties in war is to accustom the soldier to the fatigues of marching. The other powers of Europe will attain with difficulty in this respect the degree of perfection which the French soldier pos- sesses. His sobriety and physical constitu- tion are the real causes of the marked superi- ority he has acquired over the Austrians in that particular. " Rapidity of march, or rather an able com- bination of marches, almost invariably deter- mine the fate of war. Colonels of infantry, therefore, should be indefatigable in their en- deavours to train their soldiers progressively to ordinary and forced marches. To attain that object, so essential in war, it is indispensable to oblige the soldier to carry his knapsack on his back from the outset of the campaign, in order to accustom him to the fatigues which in the course of it he must undergo. The health of the soldier depends on this being habitual ; the men are economized by it ; the continual loss by partial and frequently useless combats is avoided, as well as the considerable expenses of hospitals to govern- ment." II. 410, 411. We have room for no more extracts : those which have been already given will convey a clear idea of the character of this work. It possesses the merits, and exhibits the defects, of all the memoirs by the leaders of the ambitious or war party in France, re- garding that period. Abounding in anecdote, full of patriotic spirit and military adventure, it at the same time presents all the prejudices and errors of that party, a profound and unreasonable hatred of this country an im- passioned enthusiasm for the glory of France a deliberate and apparently sincere belief, that whatever opposes its elevation is to be looked upon with instinctive and unconquer- able aversion. In this respect, the opinions of this party in France are utterly extravagant, and not a little amusing. They make no allowances for the differences of national feeling yield nothing to national rivalry never transport themselves into the breasts of their antagonists in the strife, or of the people they are oppressing, but take for granted, as a matter concerning which there can be no dis- pute, that whatever resists the glory of France is an enemy of the human race. There are many writers of intelligence and ability in whom we cannot pardon this weakness ; but, recollecting the tragic fate of Marshal Ney, and pitying the ulcerated hearts of his rela- tions, we find more excuse for it in his bio- grapher, and look forward with interest to the concluding volumes of this work, which will contain still more interesting matter the Peninsular campaigns, the Russian retreat, the rout of Waterloo. ALISON'S MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. ROBERT BRUCE.* A Freedome is a noble thing; Freedome makes man to have liking ; Freedome all solace to men eives ; He lives at ease that freely fives. HARBOUR'S BRUCE. THE discovery of the bones of ROBERT BRUCE, among the ruins of Dunfermline ab- bey, calls for some observations in a journal intended to record the most remarkable events, whether of a public or a domestic nature, which occur during the period to which it refers ; and it will never, perhaps, be our good fortune to direct the attention of our readers to an event more interesting to the antiquary or the patriot of Scotland, than the discovery and reinterment of the remains of her greatest hero. It is satisfactory, in the first place, to know that no doubt can exist about the remains which were discovered being really the bones of Robert Bruce. Historians had recorded that he was interred " debito cum honore in medio Ecclesiae de Dunfermline ;" but the ruin of the abbey at the time of the Reforma- tion, and the subsequent neglect of the monu- ments which it contained, had rendered it difficult to ascertain where this central spot really was. Attempts had been made to ex- plore among the ruins for the tomb; but so entirely was the form of cathedral churches forgotten in this northern part of the island, that the researches were made in a totally different place from the centre of the edifice. At length, in digging the foundations of the new church, the workmen came to a tomb, arched over with masonry, and bearing the marks of more than usual care in its construc- tion. Curiosity being attracted by this cir- cumstance, it was suspected that it might contain the remains of the illustrious hero ; and persons of more skill having examined the spot discovered that it stood prenscly in the centre of the church, as its form was indicated by the 'existing ruins. The tomb having been opened in the presence of the Barons of Exchequer, the discovery of the name of King Robert on an iron plate among the rubbish, and the cloth of gold in which the bones were shrouded, left no room to doubt that the long wished-for grave had at last been discovered ; while the appearance of the skeleton, in which the breast-bone was sawed asunder, afforded a still more interesting proof of its really being the remains of that illustrious hero, whose heart was committed to his faith- ful associate in arms, and thrown by him, on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, amidst the ranks of the enemy, with the sublime expression, " Onwards, as thou wast wont, thou fearless heart." Such an event demands a temporary pause in the avocations and amusements of life. We feel called on to go back, in imagination, * Blackwood's Mapazine, Dec 1819. Written at the time of the di-covery of the remains of Robert Bruce in the church of Dunferniline. to the distant and barbarous period when the independence of our country was secured by a valour and ability that has never since been equalled; and in returning from his recent grave to take a nearer view of the difficulties which he had to encounter, and the beneficial effects which his unshaken patriot- ism has confirmed upon its people. Had we lived in the period when his heroic achieve- ments were fresh in the public recollection, and when the arms of England yet trembled at the-name of Bannockburn, we would have dwelt with enthusiasm on his glorious ex- ploits. A nation's gratitude should not relax, when the lapse of five subsequent centuries has not produced a rival to his patriotism and valour ; and when this long period has served only to develope the blessings which they have conferred upon his country. Towards a due understanding, however, of the extraordinary merits of Robert Bruce, it is necessary to take a cursory view of the power with which he had to contend, and of the resources of that kingdom, which, at that critical juncture, providence committed to his arms. The power of England, against which it was his lot incessantly to struggle, was, per- haps, the most formidable which then existed in Europe. The native valour of her people, distinguished even under the weakest reign, was then led on and animated by a numerous and valiant feudal nobility. That bold and romantic spirit of enterprise which led the Norman arms to the throne of England, and enabled Roger de Hauteville, with thirty fol- lowers, to win the crown of the two Sicilies, still animated the English nobles; and to this hereditary spirit was added the remembrance of the. matchless glories which their arms had acquired in the wars of Palestine. The barons, who were arrayed against Robert Bruce, were the descendants of those iron warriors who combated for Christendom under the wall of Acre, and defeated the whole Saracen strength in the battle of Ascalon ; the banners that were unfurled for the conquest of Scotland, were those which had waved victorious over the arms of Saladin; and the sovereign who led them, bore the crown that had been worn by Richard in the Holy Wars, and wielded in his sword the terror of that mighty name, at which even the accumu- lated hosts of Asia were appalled. Nor were the resources of England less formidable for maintaining and nourishing the war. The prosperity which had grown up with the equal laws of our Saxon ances- tors, and which the tyranny of the early Nor- man kings had never completely extinguished, had revived and spread under the wise and ROBERT BRUCE. 95 beneficent reigns of Henry II. and Edward I. The legislative wisdom of the last monarch had given to the English law greater improve- ments than it had ever received in any subse- quent reigns, while his heroic valour had subdued the rebellious spirit of his barons, and trained their united strength to submis- sion to the throne. The acquisition of Wales had removed the only weak point of his wide dominion, and added a cruel and savage race to the already formidable mass of his armies. The navy of England already ruled the seas, and was prepared to carry ravage and desola- tion over the wide and defenceless Scottish coast ; while a hundred thousand men, armed in the magnificent array of feudal war, and led on by the ambition of a feudal nobility, poured into a country which seemed destined only to be their prey. But most of all, in the ranks of this army, were found the intrepid YEOMAXRY of Eng- land ; that peculiar and valuable body of men which has in every age contributed as much to the stability of the English character, as the celebrity of the English arms, and which then composed those terrible archers, whose prowess rendered them so formidable to all the armies of Europe. These men, whose valour was warmed by the consciousness of personal freedom, and whose strength was nursed among the enclosed fields and green pastures of English liberty, conferred, till the discovery of fire-arms rendered personal ac- quirements of no avail, a matchless advan- tage on the English armies. The troops of no other nation could produce a body of men in the least comparable to them either in strength, discipline, or individual valour; and such was the dreadful efficacy with which they used their weapons, that not only did they mainly contribute to the subsequent tri- umphs of Cressy and Azincour, but at Poitiers and Hamildon Hill they alone gained the vic- tory, with hardly any assistance from the feudal tenantry. These troops were well known to the Scottish soldiers, and had established their superiority over them in many bloody battles, in which the utmost efforts of undisciplined valour had been found unavailing against their practised discipline and superior equip- ment. The very names of the barons who headed them were associated with, an un- broken career of conquest and renown, and can hardly be read yet without a feeling of national exultation. Names that to fear were never known, Bold Norfolk's Earl lie Brotherton, And Oxford's famed do Vere ; Ross, Montapne, and Manly came, And Courtney's pride, and Percy's fame, Names known too well in Scotland's war At Falkirk, Methven. and Dunbar, Dla/.ed broader yet in after years, At Cressy red, and fell Poitiers. Against this terrible force, before which, in the succeeding reign, the military power of France was compelled to bow, Bruce had to array the scanty troops of a barren land, and the divided forces of a turbulent nobility. Scotland was, in his time, fallen low indeed from that state of peace and prosperity in which she was found at the first invas ; on of Edward I., and on which so much light has been thrown by the industrious research of our times.* The disputed succession had sown the seeds of unextinguishable jealousies among the nobles ; the gold of England had corrupted many to betray their country's cause; and the xatal ravages of English inva- sion naa desolated the whole plains from which resources for carrying on the war could be dra\\(n. All the heroic valour, the devoted patriotism, and the personal prowess of Wallace, had been unable to stem the torrent of English invasion ; and, when he died, the whole nation seemed to sink under the load against which his unexampled forti- tude had long enabled it to struggle. These unhappy jealousies among the nobles, to which his downfall was owing, still continued, and almost rendered hopeless any attempt to combine their forces ; while the thinned popu- lation and ruined husbandry of the country seemed to prognosticate nothing but utter extirpation from a continuance of the war. Nor was the prospect less melancholy from a consideration of the combats which had taken place. The short spear and light shield of the Scotch had been found utterly unavailing against the iron panoply and powerful horses of the English barons; while the hardy and courageous mountaineers perished in vain under the dreadful tempest of the English archery. What then must have been the courage of that youthful prince, who after having been driven for shelter to an island on the north of Ireland, could venture, with only forty fol- lowers, to raise the standard of independence in the west of Scotland, against the accumu- lated force of this mighty power? what the resources of that understanding, which, though intimately acquainted, from personal service, with the tried superiority of the English arms, could foresee, in his barren and exhausted country, the means of combating them 1 what the ability of that political conduct which could re-unite the jaring interests, and smother the deadly feuds, of the Scottish nobles ? and what the capacity of that noble warrior, who, in the words of the contemporary historian,f could "unite the prowess of the first knight to the conduct of the greatest general of his age," and was able, in the space of six years, to raise the Scottish arms from the lowest point of depression to such a pitch of glory, that even the redoubted archers and haughty chivalry of England fled at the sight of the Scottish banner ?t Nor was it only in the field that the great and patriotic conduct of Robert Bruce was dis- played. In the endeavour to restore the almost ruined fortunes of his country, and to heal the wounds which a war of unparalleled severity had brought noon its people, he exhibited the same wise ana beneficent policy. Under his auspicious rule, husbandry revived, arts were encouraged, and the turbulent barons were awed into subjection. Scotland recovered, during his administration, in a great measure, * rtnlmers's Ciledonb, vol. i fFroiesart. $ Walsing. p. 10o. Mon. Malms, p. 102, 153. 96 ALISON';! MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. from the devastation that had preceeded it and the peasants, forgetting the stern warrio in the beneficent monarch, long rememberec his sway, under the name of the " good King Robert's reign." But the greatness of his character appeared most of all from the events that occurred aftei his death. When the capacity with which he and his worthy associates, Randolph anc Douglas, had counterbalanced the superiority of the English arms, was withdrawn, the fabric which they had supported fell to the ground In the very first battle which was fought after his death, at Hamildon Hill, a larger army than that which conquered at Bannockburn was overthrown by the archers of England without a single knight couching his spear Never, at any subsequent period, was Scotland able to withstand the more powerful arms of the English yeomanry. Thenceforward, her military history is little more than a melancholy catalogue of continued defeats, occasioned rather by treachery on the part of her nobles, or incapacity in her generals, than any defect of valour in her soldiers ; and the independence of the monarchy was maintained rather by the terror which the name of Bruce and the re- membrance of Bannockbuni had inspired, than by the achievements of any of the suc- cessors to his throne.* The merits of Robert Bruce, as a warrior, are very generally acknowledged; and the eyes of Scottish patriotism turn with the greater txultation to his triumphs, from the contrast which their splendour affords to the barren and humiliating annals of the subsequent reigns. But the important CONSEQ.UEIVCES of nis victories are not sufficiently appreciated. "While all admit the purity of the motives by which he was actuated, there are many who lament the consequences of his success, and perceive in it the source of those continued hostilities between England and Scotland which have brought such incalculable calami- ties upon both countries, and from which the latter has only within half a century begun to recover. Better would it have been, it is said for the prosperity of this country, if, like Wales, she had passed at once under the dominion of the English government, and received, five centuries ago, the present of that liberty which she so entirely lost during her struggles for national independence, and which nothing but her subsequent union with a free people has enabled her to obtain. There is something, we think, a priori, im- probable in this supposition, that, from the assertion of her independence under Robert Bruce, Scotland has received any injury. The instinct to maintain the national independence, and resist aggression from foreign powers, is so universally implanted among mankind, that it may well be doubted whether an obedience to its impulse is likely in any case to pro- duce injurious effects. In fact, subjugation by a foreign power is itself, in general, a greater calamity than any benefits with which it is accompanied can ever compensate; because, in the very act of receiving them by force, there * Henry's Britain, vol. vii. is implied an entire dereliction of all that is valuable in political blessings, a security that they will remain permanent. There is no ex- ample, perhaps, to be found in the history of mankind, of political freedom being either effectually conferred by a sovereign in gift, or communicated by the force of foreign arms ; but as liberty is the greatest blessing which man can enjoy, so it seems to be the law of nature that it should be the reward of intre- pidity and energy alone ; and that it is by the labour of his hands, and the sweat of his brow, that he is to earn his freedom as well as his subsistence. Least of all are such advantages to be an- ticipated from the conquest of a. free people. That the dominion of free states over con- quered countries is always more tyrannical than that of any other form of government, has been observed ever since the birth of liberty in the Grecian states, by all who have been so unfortunate as to be subjected to their rule. If we except the Roman republic, whose wise and beneficent policy is so entirely at variance with every thing else which we ob- serve in human affairs, that we are almost dis- posed to impute it to a special interposition of divine providence, there is no free state in ancient or modern times, whose government towards the countries whom it subdued has not been of the most oppressive description. We are accustomed to speak of the maternal government of free governments, but towards their subject provinces, it is generally the cruel tyranny of the step-mother, who oppresses her acquired children to favour her own off- spring. Nor is it difficult to perceive the reason why a popular government is naturally in- clined, in the general case, to severity towards its dependencies. A single monarch looks to the revenue alone of the countries whom he las subdued, and as it necessarily rises with the prosperity which they enjoy, his obvious nterest is to pursne the measures best calcu- ated to secure it. But in republics, or in those "ree governments where the popular voice ex- ercises a decided control, the leading men of he state themselves look to the property of he subject country as the means of their in- dividual exaltation. Confiscations according- y are multiplied, with a view to gratify the >eople or nobles of the victorious country with grants of the confiscated lands. Hatred and animosity are thus engendered between he ruling government and their subject provinces ; and this, in its time, gives rise to new confiscations, by which the breach be- ween the higher and lower orders is rendered rreparable. Whoever is acquainted with the listory of the dominion which the Athenian and Sy racusan populace held over their subject ities ; with the government of Genoa, Venice, nd Florence, in modern times ; or with the anguinary rule which England exercised ver Ireland during the three centuries which bllowed her subjugation, will know that this tatement is not overcharged. On principle, therefore, and judging by the xperience of past times, there is no room to doubt, that Bruce, in opposing the conquest of ROBERT BRUCE, 97 Scotland by the English arms, doing what the real interest of his country required ; and that how incalculable soever may be the blessings which she has since received by a union, on equal terms, with her southern neighbour, the result would have been very different had she entered into that government on the footing of involuntary subjugation. In fact, it is not diffi- cult to perceive what would have been the policy which England would have pursued to- wards this country, had she prevailed in the contest for the Scottish throne ; and it is by following out the consequences of such an event, and tracing its probable influence on the condition of our population at this day, that we can alone appreciate the immense obli- gations we owe to our forefathers, who fought and died on the field of Bannockburn. Had the English then prevailed in the war with Robert Bruce, and finally succeeded in establishing their long wished-for dominion in this country, it cannot be doubted, that their first measure would have been to dispossess a large portion of the nobles who had so obsti- nately maintained the war against them, and substitute their own barons in their room. The pretended rebellion of Scotland against the legitimate authority of Edward, would have furnished a plausible pretext for such a pro- ceeding, while policy would of course have suggested it as the most efficacious means, both of restraining the turbulent and hostile spirit of the natives, and of gratifying the great barons by whose force they had been subdued. In fact, many such confiscations and grants of the lands to English nobles actually took place, during the time that Edward I. maintained his authority within the Scottish territory. The consequences of such a measure are very obvious. The dispossessed proprietors would have nourished the most violent and inveterate animosity against their oppressors ; and the tenantry on their estates, attached by feudal and clanish affection to their ancient masters, would have joined in any scheme for their restoration. The seeds of continual dis- cord and hatred would thus have been sown between the lower orders and the existing proprietors of the soil. On the other hand, the great English barons, to whom the con- fiscated lands were assigned, would naturally prefer the society of their own country, and the security of their native castles, to the unpro- ductive soil and barbarous tribes on their northern estates. They would in consequence have relinquished these estates to factors or agents, and, without ever thinking of residing among a people by whom they were detested, have sought only to increase, by rigorous ex- actions, the revenue which they could derive from their labour. In progress of time, however, the natural fervour of the Scottish people, their hereditary animosities against England, the exertions of the dispossessed proprietors, and the oppression of the English authorities, would have occa- sioned a revolt in Scotland. They would na- turally have chosen for such an undertaking the moment when the English forces were en- gaged in the wars of France, and when the entire desertion of the nothern frontier pro- 13 raised successful rapine to their arms. In such circumstances, it is not to be doubted that they would have been unable to withstand the seeds of resistance to the English arms, which the French emissaries would have sedulously spread through the country. And if the au- thority of England was again re-established, new and more extensive confiscations would of course have followed ; the English nobles would have been gratified by grants of the most considerable estates on the north of the Tweed, and the bonds of military subjection would- have been tightened on the unfortunate people who were subdued. The continuance of the wars between France and England, by presenting favourable op- portunities to the Scotch to revolt, combined with the temptation which the remoteness of their situation and the strength of their coun- try afforded, would have induced continual civil wars between the peasantry and their foreign masters, until the resources of the coun- try were entirely exhausted, and the people sunk in hopeless submission under the power that oppressed them. But in the progress of these wars, an evil of a far greater and more permanent descrip- tion would naturally arise, than either the loss of lives or the devastation of property which they occasioned. In the course of the pro- tracted contest, the LANDED PROPERTY OF THB COUNTRY WOULD ENTIRELY HAVE CHANGED MAS- TERS ; and in place of being possessed by na- tives of the country permanently settled on their estates, and attached by habit and com- mon interest to the labourers of the ground, it would have come into the hands of foreign noblemen, forced upon the country by military power, hated by the natives, residing always on their English estates, and regarding the people of Scotland as barbarians, whom it was alike impolitic to approach, and necessary to curb by despotic power. But while such would be the feelings anej policy of the English proprietors, the stewards whom they appointed to manage their Scotch estates, at a distance from home, and surround- ed by a fierce and hostile population, would have felt the necessity of some assistance, to enable them to maintain their authority, or turn to any account the estates that were com- mitted to their care. Unable to procure mili- tary assistance, to enforce the submission of every district, or collect the rents of every pro- perty, they would, of necessity, have looked to some method of conciliating the people of the country ; and such a method would naturally suggest itself in the attachment which the peo- ple bore to the families of original landlords, and the consequent means which they possessed of swaying their refractory dispositions. These unhappy men, on the other hand, despairing of the recovery of their whole estates, would be glad of an opportunity of regaining any part of them, and eagerly embrace any proposal by which such a compromise might be effected. The sense qf mutal dependence, in short, would have led to an arrangement, by which the es- tates of the English nobles ti-cre to be subset to the Scottish prmiric'ora for a f:.n