In actual loss of men or of ground, the results of that Chotusitz Affair
were not of decisive nature. But it had been fought with obstinacy; with
great fury on the Austrian side (who, as it were, had a bet upon it ever
since February 25th), Britannic George, and all the world, looking on:
and, in dispiritment and discredit to the beaten party, its results
were considerable. The voice of all the world, declaring through its
Gazetteer Editors, "You cannot beat those Prussians!" voice confirmed by
one's own sad thoughts:--in such sounding of the rams horns round one's
Jericho, there is always a strange influence (what is called panic, as
if Pan or some god were in it), and one's Jericho is the apter to fall!
Among the Austrian Prisoners, there was a General Pallandt, mortally
wounded too; whom Friedrich, according to custom, treated with his best
humanity, though all help was hopeless to poor Pallandt. Calling one
day at Pallandt's sick-couch, Friedrich was so sympathetic, humane and
noble, that Pallandt was touched by it; and said, "What a pity your
noble Majesty and my noble Queen should ruin one another, for a set
of French intruders, who play false even to your Majesty!" "False?"
Friedrich inquires farther: Pallandt, a man familiar at Court, has seen
a Letter from Fleury to the Queen of Hungary, conclusive as to Fleury's
good faith; will undertake, if permitted, to get his Majesty a sight
of it. Friedrich permits; the Fleury letter comes; to the effect: "Make
peace with us, O Queen; with your Prussian neighbor you shall make--what
suits you!" Friedrich read; learned conclusively, what perhaps he
had already as good as known otherwise; and drew the inference.
[_Helden-Geschichte,_ ii. 633; Hormayr, _Anemonen,_ ii. 186; Adelung,
iii. A, 149 n.] Actual copy of this letter the most ardent Gazetteer
curiosity could not attain to, at that epoch; but the Pallandt
story seems to have been true;--and as to the Fleury letter in such
circumstances, copies of various Fleury letters to the like purport are
still public enough; and Fleury's private intentions, already guessed
at by Friedrich, are in our time a secret to nobody that inquires about
them.
Certain enough, Peace with Friedrich is now on the way; and cannot well
linger:--what prospect has Austria otherwise? Its very supplies from
England will be stopped. Hyndford redoubles his diligence; Britannic
Majesty reiterates at Vienna: "Did not I tell you, Madam; there is no
hope or possibility till these Prussians are off our hands!" To which
her Hungarian Majesty, as the bargain was, now sorrowfully assents;
sorrowfully, unwillingly,--and always lays the blame on his Britannic
Majesty afterwards, and brings it up again as a great favor she had done
HIM. "Did not I give up my invaluable Silesia, the jewel of my crown,
for you, cruel Britannic Majesty with the big purse, and no heart
to speak of?" This she urges always, on subsequent occasions; the
high-souled Lady; reproachful of the patient, big-pursed little
Gentleman, who never answers as he might, "For ME, Madam? Well--!" In
short, Hyndford, Podewils and the Vienna Excellencies are busy.
Of these negotiations which go on at Breslau, and of the acres of
despatchcs, English, Austrian, and other, let us not say one word.
Enough that the Treaty is getting made, and rapidly,--though military
offences do not quite cease; clouds of Austrian Pandours hovering about
everywhere in Prince Karl's rear; pouncing down upon Prussian outposts,
convoys, mostly to little purpose; hoping (what proves quite futile)
they may even burn a Prussian magazine here or there. Contemptible to
the Prussian soldier, though very troublesome to him. Friedrich regards
the Pandour sort, with their jingling savagery, as a kind of military
vermin; not conceivable a Prussian formed corps should yield to any odds
of Pandour Tolpatch tagraggery. Nor does the Prussian soldier yield;
though sometimes, like the mastiff galled by inroad of distracted
weasels in too great quantity, he may have his own difficulties. Witness
Colonel Retzow and the Magazine at Pardubitz ("daybreak, May 24th")
VERSUS the infinitude of sudden Tolpatchery, bursting from the woods;
rabid enough for many hours, but ineffectual, upon Pardubitz and Retzow.
A distinguished Colonel this; of whom we shall hear again. Whose style
of Narrative (modest, clear, grave, brief), much more, whose vigilant
inexpugnable procedure on the occasion, is much to be commended to
the military man. [Given in Seyfarth, _Beylage,_ i. 548 et seqq.]
Friedrich, the better to cover his Magazines, and be out of such
annoyances, fell back a little; gradually to Kuttenberg again
(Tolpatchery vanishing, of its own accord); and lay encamped there,
head-quarters in the Schloss of Maleschau near by,--till the Breslau
Negotiations completed themselves.
Prince Karl, fringed with Tolpatchery in this manner, but with much
desertion, much dispiritment, in his main body,--the HOOPS upon him
all loose, so to speak,--staggers zigzag back towards Budweis, and
the Lobkowitz Party there; intending nothing more upon the
Prussians;--capable now, think some NON-Prussians, of being well swept
out of Budweis, and over the horizon altogether. If only his Prussian
Majesty will co-operate! thinks Belleisle. "Your King of Prussia will
not, M. le Marechal!" answers Broglio:--No, indeed; he has tried that
trade already, M. le Marechal! think Broglio and we. The suspicions that
Friedrich, so quiescent after his Chotusitz, is making Peace, are
rife everywhere; especially in Broglio's head and old Fleury's; though
Belleisle persists with emphasis, officially and privately, in the
opposite opinion, "Husht, Messieurs!" Better go and see, however.
Belleisle does go; starts for Kuttenberg, for Dresden; his beautiful
Budweis project now ready, French reinforcements streaming towards us,
heart high again,--if only Friedrich and the Saxons will co-operate.
Belleisle, the Two Belleisles, with Valori and Company, arrived June
2d at Kuttenberg, at the Schloss of Maleschau;--"spoke little of
Chotusitz," says Stille; "and were none of them at the pains to ride to
the ground." Marechal Belleisle, for the next three days, had otherwise
speech of Friedrich; especially, on June 5th, a remarkable Dialogue.
"Won't your Majesty co-operate?" "Alas, Monseigneur de Belleisle--" How
gladly would we give this last Dialogue of Friedrich's and Belleisle's,
one of the most ticklish conceivable: but there is not anywhere the
least record of it that can be called authentic;--and we learn only that
Friedrich, with considerable distinctness, gave him to know, "clearly"
(say all the Books, except Friedrich's own), that co-operation was
henceforth a thing of the preter-pluperfect tense. "All that I ever
wanted, more than I ever demanded, Austria now offers; can any one blame
me that I close such a business as ours has all along been, on such
terms as these now offered me are?"
It is said, and is likely enough, the Pallandt-Fleury Letter came up; as
probably the MORAVIAN FORAY, and various Broglio passages, would, in
the train of said Letter. To all which, and to the inexorable painful
corollary, Belleisle, in his high lean way, would listen with a
stern grandiose composure. But the rumors add, On coming out into the
Anteroom, dialogue and sentence now done, Monseigneur de Belleisle
tore the peruke from his head; and stamping on it, was heard to say
volcanically, "That cursed parson,--CE MAUDIT CALOTTE [old Fleury],--has
ruined everything!" Perhaps it is not true? If true,--the prompt valets
would quickly replace Monseigneur's wig; chasing his long strides; and
silence, in so dignified a man, would cloak whatever emotions there
were. [Adelung, iii. A, 154; &c. &c. _Guerre de Boheme,_ (silent about
the wig) admits, as all Books do, the perfect clearness;--compare,
however, _OEuvres de Frederic;_ and also Broglio's strange darkness,
twelve days later, and Belleisle now beside him again (_Campagnes des
Trois Marechaux,_ v. 190, 191, of date 17th June);--darkness due perhaps
to the strange humor Broglio was then in?] He rolled off, he and his,
straightway to Dresden, there to invite co-operation in the Budweis
Project; there also in vain.--"CO-operation," M. le Marechal? Alas,
it has already come to operation, if you knew it! Aud your Broglio
is--Better hurry back to Prag, where you will find phenomena!
June 15th, Friedrich has a grand dinner of Generals at Maleschau; and
says, in proposing the first bumper, "Gentlemen, I announce to you,
that, as I never wished to oppress the Queen of Hungary, I have formed
the resolution of agreeing with that Princess, and accepting the
Proposals she has made me in satisfaction of my rights,"--telling them
withal what the chief terms were, and praising my Lord Hyndford for his
great services. Upon which was congratulation, cordial, universal; and,
with full rummers, "Health to the Queen of Hungary!" followed by others
of the like type, "Grand-Duke of Lorraine!" and "The brave Prince Karl!"
especially.
Brevity being incumbent on us, we shall say only that the
Hyndford-Podewils operations had been speeded, day and night; brought to
finis, in the form of Signed Preliminaries, as "Treaty of Breslau,
11th June, 1742;" and had gone to Friedrich's satisfaction in every
particular. Thanks to the useful Hyndford,--to the willing mind of his
Britannic Majesty, once so indignant, but made willing, nay passionately
eager, by his love of Human Liberty and the pressure of events! To
Hyndford, some weeks hence, [2d August (_Helden-Geschichte,_ ii.
729).]--I conclude, on Friedrich's request,--there was Order of the
Thistle sent; and grandest investiture ever seen almost, done by
Friedrich upon Hyndford (Jordan, Keyserling, Schwerin, and the Sword of
State busy in it; Two Queens and all the Berlin firmament looking on);
and, perhaps better still, on Friedrich's part there was gift of a
Silver Dinner-Service; gift of the Royal Prussian Arms (which do enrich
ever since the Shield of those Scottish Carmichaels, as doubtless the
Dinner-Service does their Plate-chest); and abundant praise and honor to
the useful Hyndford, heavy of foot, but sure, who had reached the goal.
This welcome Treaty, signed at Breslau, June 11th, and confirmed by
"Treaty of Berlin, July 28th," in more explicit solemn manner, to the
self-same effect, can be read by him that runs (if compelled to read
Treaties); [In _Helden-Geschichte,_ i. 1061-1064 (Treaty of Breslau),
ib. 1065-1070 (that of Berlin); to be found also in Wenck, Rousset,
Scholl, Adeluug, &c.] the terms, in compressed form, are:--
1. "Silesia, Lower and Upper, to beyond the watershed and the
Oppa-stream,--reserving only the Principality of Teschen, with
pertinents, which used to be reckoned Silesian, and the ulterior
Mountain-tops [Mountain-tops good for what? thought Friedrich, a year or
two afterwards!]--Silesia wholly, within those limits, and furthermore
the County Glatz and its dependencies, are and remain the property of
Friedrich and of his Heirs male or female; given up, and made his, to
all intents and purposes, forevermore. With which Friedrich, to the
like long date, engages to rest satisfied, and claim nothing farther
anywhere.
2. "Silesian Dutch-English Debt [Loan of about Two Millions, better half
of it English, contracted by the late Kaiser, on Silesian security,
in that dreadful Polish-Election crisis, when the Sea-Powers would not
help, but left it to their Stockbrokers] is undertaken by Friedrich, who
will pay interest on the same till liquidated.
3. "Religion to stand where it is. Prussian Majesty not to meddle in
this present or in other Wars of her Hungarian Majesty, except with his
ardent wishes that General Peace would ensue, and that all his friends,
Hungarian Majesty among others, were living in good agreement around
him."
This is the Treaty of Breslau (June 11th, 1742), or, in second more
solemn edition, Treaty of Berlin (July 28th following); signed,
ratified, guaranteed by his Britannic Majesty for one, [Treaty of
Westminster, between Friedrich aud George, 29th (18th) November, 1842
(Scholl, ii. 313).] and firmly planted on the Diplomatic adamant (at
least on the Diplomatic parchment) of this world. And now: Homewards,
then; march!--
Huge huzzaing, herald-trumpeting, bob-majoring, bursts forth from all
Prussian Towns, especially from all Silesian ones, in those June days,
as the drums beat homewards; elaborate Illuminations, in the short
nights; with bonfires, with transparencies,--Transparency inscribed
"FREDERICO MAGNO (To Friedrich THE GREAT)," in one small instance, still
of premature nature. [_Helden-Geschichte_ (ii. 702-729) is endless
on these Illuminations; the Jauer case, of FREDERICO MAGNO (Jauer in
Silesia), is of June 15th (ib. 712).]
Omitting very many things, about Silesian Fortresses, Army-Cantons,
Silesian settlements, military and civil, which would but weary the
reader, we add only this from Bielfeld: dusty Transit of a victorious
Majesty, now on the threshold of home. Precise date (which Bielfeld
prudently avoids guessing at) is July 11th, 1742; "M. de Pollnitz and I
are in the suite of the King:--
"We never stopped on the road, except some hours at Frankfurt-on-Oder,
where the Fair was just going on. On approaching the Town, we found the
highway lined on both sides with crowds of traders, and other strangers
of all nations; who had come out, attracted by curiosity to see the
conqueror of Silesia, and had ranged themselves in two rows there. His
Majesty's entry into Frankfurt, although a very triumphant one, was far
from being ostentatious. We passed like lightning before the eyes of the
spectators, and we were so covered with dust, that it was difficult to
distinguish the color of our coats and the features of our faces. We
made some purchases at Frankfurt; and arrived safely in the Capital
[next day], where the King was received amidst the acclamations of his
People." [Bielfeld, ii. 51.]
Here is a successful young King; is not he? Has plunged into the
Mahlstrom for his jewelled gold Cup, and comes up with it, alive,
unlamed. Will he, like that DIVER of Schiller's, have to try the feat a
second time? Perhaps a second time, and even a third!--