Chapter 82
D'Auvergne, Lieut-General.
The letter of which he spoke had fallen on the table, where I now read the address,--"a Madame la Comtesse d'Auvergne, nee Comtesse de Meudon, dame d'honneur de S. M. l'Imperatrice." As I read these lines, I felt my face grow burning hot, my cheeks flushed up, and I could scarcely have been more excited were I actually in her presence to whom the letter was destined. The poor general's kind note, his check for eight thousand francs, lay there: I forgot them both, and sat still, spelling over the letters of that name so woven in my destiny. I thought of the first night I had ever heard it, when, a mere boy, I wept over her sorrows, and grieved for her whose fate was so soon to throw its shadow over my own. But in a moment all gave way before the one thought,--I should see her again, speak to her and hear her voice. It is true, she was the wife of another: but as Marie de Meudon, our destinies were as wide apart; under no circ.u.mstances could she have been mine, nor did I ever dare to hope it. My love to her--for it was such, ardent and pa.s.sionate--was more the devotion of some wors.h.i.+pper at a shrine than an affection that sought return. The friendless soldier of fortune, poor, unknown, uncared for,--how could he raise his thoughts to one for whose hand the n.o.blest and the bravest were suitors in vain? Yet, with all this, how my heart throbbed to think that we should meet again! Nor was the thought less stirring that I felt, that even in the short interval of absence I had won praise from him for whom her admiration was equal to my own. With all the turmoil of my hopes and fears I felt a rush of pleasure at my heart; and when I slept, it was to dream of happy days to come, and a future far brighter than the past.
My first thought when morning broke was to ride over to Beygern, to learn the fate of my wounded friends. On my way thither I fell in with several officers bound on a similar errand, for already the convent had become the great hospital to which the sufferers were brought from every part of the camp. As we went along, I was much struck by the depression of spirit so remarkable everywhere. The battle over, all the martial enthusiasm seemed to have evaporated: many grumbled at the tiresome prospect of a winter in country quarters, or cantoned in the field; some regretted the briefness of the campaign; while others again complained that to return to France after so little of active service would only expose them to ridicule from their companions who had seen Italy and Egypt.
"Spare your sorrows on that score, my young friends," said a colonel, who listened patiently to the complaints around him; "we shall not see the dome of the Invalides for some time yet. Except the _compagnie d'elite_, I fancy few of us will figure on the Boulevards."
"There, again," cried another: "I never heard anything so unfair as that _compagnie d'elite_; they have been, with two solitary exceptions, taken from the cavalry. Austerlitz was to be the day of honor for the infantry of France, said the bulletin."
"And so it was," interrupted a little dark-eyed major; "and I suppose his Majesty thought we had enough of it on the field, and did not wish to surfeit us with glory. But I ask pardon," said he, turning towards me; "monsieur is, if I mistake not, named one of the _elite_?"
As I replied in the affirmative, I observed all eyes turned towards me; but not with any kindly expression,--far from it. I saw that there was a deliberate canva.s.s of me, as though to see by my outward man how I could possibly deserve such a favor.
"Can you explain to us, Monsieur," said the little major to me, "on what principle the _elite_ were chosen? For we have a thousand contradictory reports in the camp: some say by ballot; some, that it was only those who never soiled their jackets in the affair of the other day, and looked fresh and smart."
A burst of laughter from the rest interrupted the major's speech, for its impertinence was quite sufficient to secure it many admirers.
"I believe, sir," said I, angrily, "I can show you some reasons against the selection of certain persons."
As I got thus far, an officer whispered something into the major's ear, who, with a roar of laughing, exclaimed,--
"A thousand pardons! ten thousand, _parbleu!_ I did n't know you. It was monsieur pinked Francois, the maitre d'armes? Yes, yes; don't deny it,"
said he, as I made no reply whatever to a question I believed quite irrelevant to the occasion,--"don't deny it. That lunge over the guard was a thing to be proud of; and, by Jove! you shall not practise it at my expense."
This speech excited great amus.e.m.e.nt among the party, who seemed to coincide perfectly with the reasoning of the speaker; while I myself remained silent, unable to decide whether I ought to be annoyed or the reverse.
"Come, Monsieur," resumed the major, addressing me with courtesy, "I ask-pardon for the liberty of my speech. By Saint Denis! if all the _compagnie d'elite_ have the same skill of fence, I 'll not question their appointment."
The candor of the avowal was too much for my gravity, and I now joined in the mirth of his companions.
If I have mentioned so trivial an incident as this here, it is because I wish to mark, even thus pa.s.singly, a trait of French military life. The singular confession of a man who regretted his impertinence because he discovered his adversary was a better swordsman, would, under any other code or in any other country, have argued poltroonery. Not so here; no one for a moment suspected his comrade's courage, nor could any circ.u.mstance arise to make it doubtful save an actual instance of cowardice. The inequality of the combat was reason enough for not engaging in it: the odds were unfair, because duelling was like a game where each party was to have an equal chance; and hence no shame was felt at declining a contest where this inequality existed.
Such a system, it is obvious, could not have prevailed in communities where duelling was only resorted to in extreme cases; but here it was an every-day occurrence, and often formed but a brief interval, scarce interrupting the current of an old friends.h.i.+p. Any resentful spirit, any long-continued dislike to the party with whom you once fought, would have been denounced as unofficer-like and ungenerous; and every day saw men walking arm-inarm in closest intimacy, who but the morning before stood opposed to each other's weapons. I now perceived the truth of what Minette had once said, and which at the time I but imperfectly comprehended. "Maitre Francois will be less troublesome in future; and you, Lieutenant, will have an easier life also."
"Halt there!" shouted a sentry, as we approached the narrow causeway that led up to the convent. We now discovered, that by a general order no one was permitted to approach the hospital save such as were provided with a leave from the medical staff. A bulletin of the deaths was daily published on the guard-house, except which no other information was afforded of the condition of the wounded; and to this we turned eagerly, and with anxious hearts, lest we might read
Hilaire nor poor Pioche occurred; and then, setting spurs to my horse, hurried back to my quarters at the top of my speed. When I arrived, the preparations for the departure of the _elite_ were already in progress, and I had but time to make my few arrangements for the road when the order came to join my comrades.
CHAPTER IX. PARIS IN 1800
A portion of the Luxembourg was devoted to the reception of the _compagnie d'elite_ for whom a household on the most liberal scale was provided, a splendid table maintained, and all that wealth and the taste of a voluptuous age could suggest, procured, to make their life one of daily magnificence and pleasure. Daru himself, the especial favorite of the Emperor, took the head of the table each day, to which generally some of the ministers were invited; while the "Moniteur" of every morning chronicled the festivities, giving _eclat_ to the most minute circ.u.mstance, and making Paris re-echo to the glories of him of whose fame they were but the messengers. The most costly equipages, saddle-horses of great price, grooms in gorgeous liveries, all that could attract notice and admiration, were put in requisition; while ceremonies of pomp went forward day by day, and the deputation received in state the congratulatory visits of different departments of the Government.
While thus this homage was paid to the semblance of Napoleon's glory, his progress through Germany was one grand triumphal procession. One day we read of his arrival at Munich, whither the Empress had gone to meet him. There he was welcomed with the most frantic enthusiasm: he had restored to them their army almost without loss, and covered with laurels; he had elevated their elector to a throne; while he cemented the friends.h.i.+p between the two nations by the marriage of Eugene Beauharnais with the Princess of Bavaria. Another account would tell us of sixteen thousand Russian prisoners on their way to France, accompanied by two thousand cannon taken from the Austrians. All that could excite national enthusiasm and gratify national vanity was detailed by the Government press, and popular excitement raised to a higher pitch than in the wildest periods of the Revolution.
Hourly was his arrival looked forward to with anxiety and impatience.
Fetes on the most splendid scale of magnificence were in preparation, and the public bodies of Paris held meetings to concert measures for his triumphal reception. At last a telegraphic despatch announced his arrival at Strasburg. He crossed the Rhine at the very place where, exactly one hundred days before, he pa.s.sed over on his march against the Austrians; one hundred days of such glory as not even his career had equalled,--Ulm and Austerlitz, vanquished Russia, and ruined Austria the trophies of this brief s.p.a.ce! Never had his genius shone with greater splendor; never had Fortune shown herself 'more the companion of his destiny.
Each hour was now counted, and every thought turned to the day when he might be expected to arrive; and on the 24th came the intelligence that the Emperor was approaching Paris. He had halted part of a day at Nancy to review some regiments of cavalry, and now might be expected in less than twenty-four hours. The next morning all Paris awoke at an early hour; when what was the surprise and disappointment to see the great flag floating from the pavilion of the Tuileries! His Majesty had arrived during the night, when, at once sending for the Minister of Finance, he proceeded, without taking a moment's repose, to examine into the dreadful crisis which threatened the Bank of France and the very existence of the Government.
At eleven, the Council of State were a.s.sembled at the Tuileries; and at twelve, a proclamation, dispersed through Paris, announced that M.
Molien was appointed minister, and M. Marbois was dismissed from his office. The rapidity of these changes, and the avoidance of all public homage by the Emperor, threw for several days a cast of gloom over the whole city; which was soon dissipated by the reappearance of Napoleon, and the publication of that celebrated report by M. Champagny in which the glories of France--her victories, her acquisitions in wealth, territory, and influence--were recited in terms whose adulation it would be now difficult to digest.
From that moment the festivities of Paris commenced, and with a splendor unsurpa.s.sed by any period of the Empire. It was the Augustan era of Napoleon's life in all that concerned the fine arts; for literature, unhappily, did not flourish at any time beneath his reign. Gerard and Gros, David, Ingres, and Isabey committed to canvas the glories of the German campaigns; and the capitulation of Ulm, the taking of Vienna, the pa.s.sage of the Danube, and the field of Austerlitz still live in the genius of these great painters.
The Opera, too, under the direction of Gimerosa, had attained to an unwonted excellence; while Spontini and Boieldieu, in their separate walks, gave origin to the school so distinctly that of the Comic Opera.
Still, the voluptuous tastes of the day prevailed above all; and the ballet, and the strange conceptions of Nicolo, a Maltese composer,--in which music, dancing, romance, and scenery all figured,--were the pa.s.sion of the time.
Dancing was, indeed, the great art of the era. Vestris and Trenis were the great names in every _salon_; and all the extravagant graces and voluptuous groupings of the ballet were introduced into the amus.e.m.e.nts of society: even the taste in dress was made subordinate to this pa.s.sion,--the light and floating materials, which mark the figure and display symmetry, replacing the heavier and more costly robes of former times. The reaction to the stern puritanism of the Republican age had set in, and secretly was favored by Napoleon himself; who saw in all this extravagance and abandonment to pleasure the basis of that new social state on which he purposed to found his dynasty.
Never were the entertainments at the Tuileries more costly; never was a greater magnificence displayed in all the ceremonial of state. The marshals of the Empire were enjoined to maintain a style corresponding to their exalted position; and the reports of the police were actually studied respecting such persons as lived in what was deemed a manner unbefitting their means of expense. Cambaceres and Fouche, Talleyrand and Murat, all maintained splendid establishments. Their dinners were given twice each week, and their receptions were almost every evening.
If the Emperor conferred wealth with a liberal hand, so did he expect to see it freely expended. He knew well the importance of conciliating the affections of the _bourgeoisie_ of Paris; and that by no other means could such an end be accomplished more readily than by a lavish expenditure of money throughout all cla.s.ses of society. This was alone wanting to efface every trace of the old Republican spirit. The simple habits and uncostly tastes of the Jacobins were at once regarded as meannesses; their frugal and unpretending modes of life p.r.o.nounced low and vulgar; and many, who could have opposed a stout heart against the current of popular feeling on stronger grounds, yielded to the insinuations and mockeries of their own cla.s.s, and conformed to tastes which eventually engendered opinions and even principles.
I ask pardon of my reader for digressing from the immediate subject of my own career, to speak of topics which are rather the province of the historian than a mere story-teller like myself; still, I should not be able to present to his view the picture of manners I desired, without thus recalling some features of that time, so pregnant with the fate of Europe and the future destiny of France. And now to return.
Immediately on the Emperor's arrival, the Empress and her suite took their departure for Versailles; from whence it was understood they were not to return before the end of the month, for which time a splendid ball was announced at the Tuileries. Unwilling to detain General d'Auvergne's letter so long, and unable from the position I occupied to obtain leave of absence from Paris, I forwarded the letter to the comtesse, and abandoned the only hope of meeting her once more. The disappointment from this source; the novelty of the circ.u.mstances in which I found myself; the fascinations of a world altogether strange to me,--all conspired to confuse and excite me, and I entered into the dissipation of those around me, if not with all their zest, at least with as headlong a resolution to drown all reflection in a life of voluptuous enjoyment.
The only person of my own standing among the _compagnie d'elite_ was a captain of the Cha.s.seurs of the Guard, who, although but a few years my senior, had seen service in the Italian campaign. By family a Bour-bonist, he joined the revolutionary armies when his relatives fled from France, and slowly won his steps to his present rank. A certain _hauteur_ in his manner with men--an air of distance he always wore--had made him as little liked by them as it usually succeeds in making a man popular with women, to whom the opposite seems at once a compliment.
He was a man who had seen much of the world, and in the best society; gifted with the most fascinating address, whenever he pleased to exert it, and singularly good-looking, he was the _beau ideal_ of the French officer of the highest cla.s.s.
The Chevalier d.u.c.h.esne and myself had travelled together for some days without exchanging more than the ordinary civilities of distant acquaintance, when some accident of the road threw us more closely together, and ended by forming an intimacy which, in our Paris life, brought us every hour into each other's society.
Stranger as I was in the capital, to me the acquaintance was a boon of great price. He knew it thoroughly: in the gorgeous and stately _salons_ of the Faubourg; in the _guingettes_ of the Rue St. Denis; in the costly mansion of the modern banker (the new aristocracy of the land); or in the homely _menage_ of the shopkeeper of the Rue St. Honore,--he was equally at home, and by some strange charm had the _entree_ too.
The same "sesame" opened to him the _coulisse_ of the Opera and the penetralia of the Francais. In fact, he seemed one of those privileged people who are met with occasionally in life in places the most incongruous and with acquaintances the most opposite, yet never carrying the prestige of the one or the other an inch beyond the precincts it belongs to. Had he been wealthy I could have accounted for much of this, for never was there a period when riches more abounded nor when their power was more absolute: but he did not seem so; although in no want of money, his retinue and simple style of living betrayed nothing beyond fair competence. Neither, as far as I could perceive, did he incline to habits of extravagance; on the contrary, he was too apt to connect every display with vulgarity, and condemn in his fastidiousness the gorgeous splendor that characterized the period.
Such, without going further, did d.u.c.h.esne appear to be, as we took up our quarters at the Luxembourg, and commenced an intimacy which each day served to increase.
"Well, thank Heaven, this vaudeville is over at last!" said he, as he threw himself into a large chair at my fire, and pitched his chapeau, all covered with gold and embroidery, into a far corner of the room.
We had just returned from Notre Dame, where the grand ceremonial of receiving the standards was held by the Senate with all the solemnity of a high ma.s.s and the most imposing observances.
"Vaudeville?" said I, turning round rapidly.
"Yes; what else can you call it? What, I ask you, had those poor decrepit senators, those effeminate priests in the costumes of _beguines_, to do with the eagles of a brave but unfortunate army? In what way can you connect that incense and that organ with the smoke of artillery and the crash of mitraille? And, lastly, was it like old Daru himself to stand there, half crouching, beside some wretched half-palsied priest? But I feel heartily ashamed of myself, though I played but the smallest part in the whole drama."
"Is it thus you can speak of the triumph of our army? the glories--"
"You mistake me much. I only speak of that miserable mockery which converts our hard-won laurels into chap-lets of artificial flowers.
These displays are far beneath us, and would only become the victories of some national guard."
"So, then," said I, half laughingly, "it is your Republican gorge that rises against all this useless ceremonial?"
"You are the very first ever detected me in that guise," said he, bursting into a hearty laugh. "But come, I'd wager you agree with me all this while. This was a very contemptible exhibition; and, for my own part, I 'd rather see the colors back again with those poor fellows we chased at Austerlitz, than fluttering in the imbecile hands of dotage and bigotry."
"Then I must say we differ totally. I like to think of the warlike spirit nourished in a nation by the contemplation of such glorious spoils. I am young enough to remember how the Invalides affected me--"
"When you took your Sunday walk there from the Poly-technique, two and two, with a blue ribbon round your neck for being a good boy during the week. Oh, I know it all; delicious times they were, with their souvenirs of wooden legs and plum-pudding. Happy fellow you must be, if the delusion can last this while!"