PARIS, 1851-2.

[The _coup d'état_ took place on the 2nd, and Mr. Senior reached Paris on

the 21st of December.--ED.]

_Paris, December_ 23, 1851.--I dined with Mrs. Grot and drank tea with

the Tocquevilles.

[1]'This,' said Tocqueville, 'is a new phase in our history. Every

previous revolution has been made by a political party. This is the first

time that the army has seized France, bound and gagged her, and laid her

at the feet of its ruler.'

'Was not the 18th fructidor,' I said, 'almost a parallel case? Then, as

now, there was a quarrel between the executive and the legislature. The

Directory, like Louis Napoleon, dismissed the ministers, in whom the

legislature had confidence, and appointed its own tools in their places,

denounced the legislature to the country, and flattered and corrupted the

army. The legislature tried the usual tactics of parliamentary

opposition, censured the Government, and refused the supplies. The

Directory prepared a _coup d'état._ The legislature tried to obtain a

military force, and failed; they planned an impeachment of the Directory,

and found the existing law insufficient. They brought forward a new law

defining the responsibility of the executive, and the night after they

had begun to discuss it, their halls were occupied by a military force,

and the members of the opposition were seized in the room in which they

had met to denounce the treason of the Directory.'

'So far,' he answered, 'the two events resemble one another. Each was a

military attack on the legislature by the executive. But the Directors

were the representatives of a party. The Councils and the greater part of

the aristocracy, and the _bourgeoisie_, were Bonapartists; the lower

orders were Republican, the army was merely an instrument; it conquered,

not for itself, but for the Republican party.

'The 18th brumaire was nearer to this--for that ended, as this has begun,

in a military tyranny. But the 18th brumaire was almost as much a civil

as a military revolution. A majority in the Councils was with Bonaparte.

Louis Napoleon had not a real friend in the Assembly. All the educated

classes supported the 18th brumaire; all the educated classes repudiate

the 2nd of December. Bonaparte's Consular Chair was sustained by all the

_élite_ of France. This man cannot obtain a decent supporter.

Montalembert, Baroche, and Fould--an Ultramontane, a country lawyer, and

a Jewish banker--are his most respectable associates. For a real parallel

you must go back 1,800 years.'

I said that some persons, for whose judgment I had the highest respect,

seemed to treat it as a contest between two conspirators, the Assembly

and the President, and to think the difference between his conduct and

theirs to be that he struck first.

'This,' said Tocqueville, 'I utterly deny. He, indeed, began to conspire

from November 10, 1848. His direct instructions to Oudinot, and his

letter to Ney, only a few months after his election, showed his

determination not to submit to Parliamentary Government. Then followed

his dismissal of Ministry after Ministry, until he had degraded

the·office to a clerkship. Then came the semi-regal progress, then the

reviews of Satory, the encouragement of treasonable cries, the selection

for all the high appointments in the army of Paris of men whose infamous

characters fitted them to be tools. Then he publicly insulted the

Assembly at Dijon, and at last, in October, we knew that his plans were

laid. It was then only that we began to think what were our means of

defence, but that was no more a conspiracy than it is a conspiracy in

travellers to look for their pistols when they see a band of robbers

advancing.

'M. Baze's proposition was absurd only because it was impracticable. It

was a precaution against immediate danger, but if it had been voted, it

could not have been executed. The army had already been so corrupted,

that it would have disregarded the orders of the Assembly. I have often

talked over our situation with Lamoricière and my other military friends.

We saw what was coming as clearly as we now look back to it; but we had

no means of preventing it.'

'But was not your intended law of responsibility,' I said, 'an attack on

your part?'

'That law,' he said, 'was not ours. It was sent up to us by the _Conseil

d'État_ which had been two years and a half employed on it, and ought to

have sent it to us much sooner. We thought it dangerous--that is to say,

we thought that, though quite right in itself, it would irritate the

President, and that in our defenceless state it was unwise to do so. The

_bureau_, therefore, to which it was referred refused to declare it

urgent: a proof that it would not have passed with the clauses which,

though reasonable, the President thought fit to disapprove. Our

conspiracy was that of the lambs against the wolf.

'Though I have said,' he continued, 'that he has been conspiring ever

since his election, I do not believe that he intended to strike so soon.

His plan was to wait till next March when the fears of May 1852 would be

most intense. Two circumstances forced him on more rapidly. One was the

candidature of the Prince de Joinville. He thought him the only dangerous

competitor. The other was an agitation set on foot by the Legitimists in

the _Conseils généraux_ for the repeal of the law of May 31. That law was

his moral weapon against the Assembly, and he feared that if he delayed,

it might be abolished without him.'

'And how long,' I asked, 'will this tyranny last?'

'It will last,' he answered, 'until it is unpopular with the mass of the

people. At present the disapprobation is confined to the educated

classes. We cannot bear to be deprived of the power of speaking or of

writing. We cannot bear that the fate of France should depend on the

selfishness, or the vanity, or the fears, or the caprice of one man, a

foreigner by race and by education, and of a set of military ruffians and

of infamous civilians, fit only to have formed the staff and the privy

council of Catiline. We cannot bear that the people which carried the

torch of Liberty through Europe should now be employed in quenching all

its lights. But these are not the feelings of the multitude. Their insane

fear of Socialism throws them headlong into the arms of despotism. As in

Prussia, as in Hungary, as in Austria, as in Italy, so in France, the

democrats have served the cause of the absolutists. May 1852 was a

spectre constantly swelling as it drew nearer. But now that the weakness

of the Red party has been proved, now that 10,000 of those who are

supposed to be its most active members are to be sent to die of hunger

and marsh fever in Cayenne, the people will regret the price at which

their visionary enemy has been put down. Thirty-seven years of liberty

have made a free press and free parliamentary discussion necessaries to

us. If Louis Napoleon refuses them, he will be execrated as a tyrant. If

he grants them, they must destroy him. We always criticise our rulers

severely, often unjustly. It is impossible that so rash and wrong-headed

a man surrounded, and always wishing to be surrounded, by men whose

infamous character is their recommendation to him, should not commit

blunders and follies without end. They will be exposed, perhaps

exaggerated by the press, and from the tribune. As soon as he is

discredited the army will turn against him. It sympathises with the

people from which it has recently been separated and to which it is soon

to return. It will never support an unpopular despot. I have no fears

therefore for the ultimate destinies of my country. It seems to me that

the Revolution of the 2nd of December is more dangerous to the rest of

Europe than it is to us. That it ought to alarm England much more than

France. _We_ shall get rid of Louis Napoleon in a few years, perhaps in a

few months, but there is no saying how much mischief he may do in those

years, or even in those months, to his neighbours.'

'Surely,' said Madame de Tocqueville, 'he will wish to remain at peace

with England.'

'I am not sure at all of that,' said Tocqueville. 'He cannot sit down a

mere quiet administrator. He must do something to distract public

attention; he must give us a substitute for the political excitement

which has amused us during the last forty years. Great social

improvements are uncertain, difficult, and slow; but glory may be

obtained in a week. A war with England, at its beginning, is always

popular. How many thousand volunteers would he have for a "pointe" on

London?

'The best that can happen to you is to be excluded from the councils of

the great family of despots. Besides, what is to be done to amuse these

400,000 bayonets, _his_ masters as well as ours? Crosses, promotions,

honours, gratuities, are already showered on the army of Paris. It has

already received a thing unheard of in our history--the honours and

recompenses of a campaign for the butchery on the Boulevards. Will not

the other armies demand their share of work and reward? As long as the

civil war in the Provinces lasts they may be employed there. But it will

soon be over. What is then to be done with them? Are they to be marched

on Switzerland, or on Piedmont, or on Belgium? And will England quietly

look on?'

Our conversation was here interrupted by the entrance of the Abbé

Gioberti, and of Sieur Capponi, a Sicilian.

_Paris, December_ 31, 1851.--I dined with the Tocquevilles and met Mrs.

Grote, Rivet, and Corcelle.

'The gayest time,' said Tocqueville, 'that I ever passed was in the Quai

d'Orsay. The _élite_ of France in education, in birth, and in talents,

particularly in the talents of society, was collected within the walls of

that barrack.

'A long struggle was over, in which our part had not been timidly played;

we had done our duty, we had gone through some perils, and we had some to

encounter, and we were all in the high spirits which excitement and

dangers shared with others, when not too formidable, create. From the

courtyard in which we had been penned for a couple of hours, where the

Duc de Broglie and I tore our chicken with our hands and teeth, we were

transferred to a long sort of gallery, or garret, running along through

the higher part of the building, a spare dormitory for the soldiers when

the better rooms are filled. Those who chose to take the trouble went

below, hired palliasses from the soldiers, and carried them up for

themselves. I was too idle and lay on the floor in my cloak. Instead of

sleeping we spent the night in shooting from palliasse to palliasse

anecdotes, repartees, jokes, and pleasantries. "C'était un feu roulant,

une pluie de bons mots." Things amused us in that state of excitement

which sound flat when repeated.

'I remember Kerrel, a man of great humour, exciting shouts of laughter by

exclaiming, with great solemnity, as he looked round on the floor,

strewed with mattresses and statesmen, and lighted by a couple of tallow

candles, "Voilà donc où en est réduit ce fameux parti de l'ordre." Those

who were kept _au secret_, deprived of mutual support, were in a very

different state of mind; some were depressed, others were enraged. Bédeau

was left alone for twenty-four hours; at last a man came and offered him

some sugar. He flew at his throat and the poor turnkey ran off, fancying

his prisoner was mad.'

We talked of Louis Napoleon's devotion to the Pope.

'It is of recent date,' said Corcelle. 'In January and February 1849 he

was inclined to interfere in support of the Roman Republic against the

Austrians. And when in April he resolved to move on Rome, it was not out

of any love for the Pope. In fact, the Pope did not then wish for us. He

told Corcelle that he hoped to be restored by General Zucchi, who

commanded a body of Roman troops in the neighbourhood of Bologna. No

one at that time believed the Republican party in Rome to be capable of a

serious defence. Probably they would not have made one if they had not

admitted Garibaldi and his band two days before we appeared before their

gates.'

I mentioned to Tocqueville Beaumont's opinion that France will again

become a republic.

'I will not venture,' he answered, 'to affirm, with respect to any form

whatever of government, that we shall never adopt it; but I own that I

see no prospect of a French republic within any assignable period. We

are, indeed, less opposed to a republic now than we were in 1848. We have

found that it does not imply war, or bankruptcy, or tyranny; but we still

feel that it is not the government that suits us. This was apparent from

the beginning. Louis Napoleon had the merit, or the luck, to discover,

what few suspected, the latent Bonapartism of the nation. The 10th of

December showed that the memory of the Emperor, vague and indefinite, but

therefore the more imposing, still dwelt like an heroic legend in the

imaginations of the peasantry. When Louis Napoleon's violence and folly

have destroyed the charm with which he has worked, all eyes will turn,

not towards a republic, but to Henri V.'

'Was much money,' I asked, 'spent at his election?'

'Very little,' answered Tocqueville. 'The ex-Duke of Brunswick lent him

300,000 francs on a promise of assistance as soon as he should be able to

afford it; and I suppose that we shall have to perform the promise, and

to interfere to restore him to his duchy; but that was all that was

spent. In fact he had no money of his own, and scarcely anyone, except

the Duke, thought well enough of his prospects to lend him any. He used

to sit in the Assembly silent and alone, pitied by some members and

neglected by all. Silence, indeed, was necessary to his success.

_Paris, January 2nd_, 1852.--I dined with Mrs. Grote and drank tea with

the Tocquevilles.

'What is your report,' they asked, 'of the President's reception in Notre

Dame. We hear that it was cold.'

'So,' I answered, 'it seemed to me.'

'I am told,' said Tocqueville, 'that it was still colder on his road. He

does not shine in public exhibitions. He does not belong to the highest

class of hypocrites, who cheat by frankness and cordiality.'

'Such,' I said, 'as Iago. It is a class of villains of which the

specimens are not common.'

'They are common enough with us,' said Tocqueville. 'We call them _faux

bonshommes_. H. was an instance. He had passed a longish life with the

character of a frank, open-hearted soldier. When he became Minister, the

facts which he stated from the tribune appeared often strange, but coming

from so honest a man we accepted them. One falsehood, however, after

another was exposed, and at last we discovered that H. himself, with all

his military bluntness and sincerity, was a most intrepid, unscrupulous

liar.

'What is the explanation,' he continued, 'of Kossuth's reception in

England? I can understand enthusiasm for a democrat in America, but what

claim had he to the sympathy of aristocratic England?'

'Our aristocracy,' I answered, 'expressed no sympathy, and as to the

mayors, and corporations, and public meetings, they looked upon him

merely as an oppressed man, the champion of an oppressed country.'

'I think,' said Tocqueville, 'that he has been the most mischievous man

in Europe.'

'More so,' I said, 'than Mazzini? More so than Lamartine?'

At this instant Corcelle came in.

'We are adjusting,' said Tocqueville, 'the palm of mischievousness.'

'I am all for Lamartine,' answered Corcelle; 'without him the others

would have been powerless.'

'But,' I said, 'if Lamartine had never existed, would not the revolution

of 1848 still have occurred?'

'It would have certainly occurred' said Tocqueville; 'that is to say, the

oligarchy of Louis Philippe would have come to an end, probably to a

violent one, but it would have been something to have delayed it; and it

cannot be denied that Lamartine's eloquence and courage saved us from

great dangers during the Provisional Government. Kossuth's influence was

purely mischievous. But for him, Austria might now be a constitutional

empire, with Hungary for its most powerful member, a barrier against

Russia instead of her slave.'

'I must put in a word,' said Corcelle,[2] 'for Lord Palmerston. If

Lamartine produced Kossuth, Lord Palmerston produced Lamartine and

Mazzini and Charles Albert--in short, all the incendiaries whose folly

and wickedness have ended in producing Louis Napoleon.'

'Notwithstanding,' I said, 'your disapprobation of Kossuth, you joined us

in preventing his extradition.'

'We did,' answered Tocqueville. 'It was owing to the influence of Lord

Normanby over the President. It was a fine _succès de tribune_. It gave

your Government and ours an occasion to boast of their courage and of

their generosity, but a more dangerous experiment was never made. You

reckoned on the prudence and forbearance of Austria and Russia. Luckily,

Nicholas and Nesselrode are prudent men, and luckily the Turks sent to

St. Petersburg Fuad Effendi, an excellent diplomatist, a much better than

Lamoricière or Lord Bloomfield. He refused to see either of them,

disclaimed their advice or assistance, and addressed himself solely to

the justice and generosity of the Emperor. He admitted that Russia was

powerful enough to seize the refugees, but implored him not to set such

an example, and--he committed nothing to paper. He left nothing, and took

away nothing which could wound the pride of Nicholas; and thus he

succeeded.

'Two days after, came a long remonstrance from Lord Palmerston, which

Lord Bloomfield was desired to read to Nesselrode, and leave with him. A

man of the world, seeing that the thing was done, would have withheld an

irritating document. But Bloomfield went with it to Nesselrode.

Nesselrode would have nothing to say to it. "Mon Dieu!" he said, "we

have given up all our demands; why tease us by trying to prove that we

ought not to have made them?" Bloomfield said that his orders were

precise. "Lisez donc," cried Nesselrode, "mais il sera très-ennuyeux."

Before he had got half through Nesselrode interrupted him. "I have heard

all this," he said, "from Lamoricière, only in half the number of words.

Cannot you consider it as read?" Bloomfield, however, was inexorable.'

I recurred to a subject on which I had talked to both of them before--the

tumult of January 29, 1849.

'George Sumner,' I said, 'assures me that it was a plot, concocted by

Faucher and the President, to force the Assembly to fix a day for its

dissolution, instead of continuing to sit until it should have completed

the Constitution by framing the organic laws which, even on December 2

last, were incomplete. He affirms that it was the model which was

followed on December 2; that during the night the Palais Bourbon was

surrounded by troops; that the members were allowed to enter, but were

informed, not publicly, but one by one, that they were not to be allowed

to separate until they had fixed, or agreed to fix, the day of their

dissolution; and that under the pressure of military intimidation, the

majority, which was opposed to such a dissolution, gave way and consented

to the vote, which was actually carried two days after.'

'No such proposition was made to me,' said Tocqueville, 'nor, as far as I

know, to anybody else; but I own that I never understood January 29. It

is certain that the Palais Bourbon, or at least its avenues, were taken

possession of during the night; that there was a vast display of military

force, and also of democratic force; that the two bodies remained _en

face_ for some time, and that the crowd dispersed under the influence of

a cold rain.'

'I too,' said Corcelle, 'disbelieve Sumner's story. The question as to

the time of dissolution depended on only a few votes, and though it is

true that it was voted two days after, I never heard that the military

demonstration of January 29 accelerated the vote. The explanation which

has been made to me is one which I mentioned the other day, namely, that

the President complained to Changarnier, who at that time commanded the

army of Paris, that due weight seemed not to be given to his 6,000,000

votes, and that the Assembly appeared inclined to consider him a

subordinate power, instead of the _Chef d'État_, to whom, not to the

Assembly, the nation had confided its destinies. In short, that the

President indicated an intention to make a _coup d'etat_, and that the

troops were assembled by Changarnier for the purpose of resisting it, if

attempted, and at all events of intimidating the President by showing him

how quickly a force could be collected for the defence of the Assembly.'

_Sunday, January_ 4.--I dined with the Tocquevilles alone. The only

guest, Mrs. Grote, who was to have accompanied me, being unwell.

'So enormous,' said Tocqueville, 'are the advantages of Louis Napoleon's

situation, that he may defy any ordinary enemy. He has, however, a most

formidable one in himself. He is essentially a copyist. He can originate

nothing; his opinions, his theories, his maxims, even his plots, all are

borrowed, and from the most dangerous of models--from a man who, though

he possessed genius and industry such as are not seen coupled, or indeed

single, once in a thousand years, yet ruined himself by the extravagance

of his attempts. It would be well for him if he would utterly forget all

his uncle's history. He might then trust to his own sense, and to that of

his advisers. It is true that neither the one nor the other would be a

good guide, but either would probably lead him into fewer dangers than a

blind imitation of what was done fifty years ago by a man very unlike

himself, and in a state of society both in France and in the rest of

Europe, very unlike that which now exists.'

Lanjuinais and Madame B., a relation of the family, came in.

Lanjuinais had been dining with Kissileff the Russian Minister. Louis

Napoleon builds on Russian support, in consequence of the marriage of his

cousin, the Prince de Lichtenstein, to the Emperor's daughter. He calls

it an _alliance de famille_, and his organs the 'Constitutionnel' and the

'Patrie' announced a fortnight ago that the Emperor had sent to him the

Order of St. Andrew, which is given only to members of the Imperial

family, and an autograph letter of congratulation on the _coup d'état_.

Kissileff says that all this is false, that neither Order nor letter has

been sent, but he has been trying in vain to get a newspaper to insert a

denial. It will be denied, he is told, when the proper moment comes.

'It is charming,' said Madame de Tocqueville, 'to see the Emperor of

Russia, like ourselves, forced to see his name usurped without redress.'

Madame B. had just seen a friend who left his country-house, and came to

Paris without voting, and told those who consulted him that, in the

difficulties of the case, he thought abstaining was the safest course.

Immediately after the poll was over the Prefect sent to arrest him for

_malveillance_, and he congratulated himself upon being out of the way.

One of Edward de Tocqueville's sons came in soon after; his brother, who

is about seventeen, does duty as a private, has no servant, and cleans

his own horse; and is delighted with his new life. That of our young

cavalry officers is somewhat different. He did not hear of the _coup

d'état_ till a week after it had happened.

'Our regiments,' said Lanjuinais, 'are a kind of convents. The young men

who enter them are as dead to the world, as indifferent to the events

which interest the society which they have left, as if they were monks.

This is what makes them such fit tools for a despot.'

_Thursday, January 8, 1852_.--From Sir Henry Ellis's I went to

Tocqueville's.

[3]'In this darkness,' he said, 'when no one dares to print, and few to

speak, though we know generally that atrocious acts of tyranny are

perpetrated everyday, it is difficult to ascertain precise facts, so I

will give you one. A young man named Hypolite Magin, a gentleman by birth

and education, the author of a tragedy eminently successful called

"Spartacus," was arrested on the 2nd of December. His friends were told

not to be alarmed, that no harm was intended to him, but rather a

kindness; that as his liberal opinions were known, he was shut up to

prevent his compromising himself by some rash expression. He was sent to

Fort Bicêtre, where the casemates, miserable damp vaults, have been used

as a prison, into which about 3,000 political prisoners have been

crammed. His friends became uneasy, not only at the sufferings which he

must undergo in five weeks of such an imprisonment in such weather as

this, but lest his health should be permanently injured. At length they

found that he was there no longer: and how do you suppose that his

imprisonment has ended? He is at this instant at sea in a convict ship on

his way to Cayenne--untried, indeed unaccused--to die of fever, if he

escape the horrors of the passage. Who can say how many similar cases

there may be in this wholesale transportation? How many of those who are

missing and are supposed to have died at the barricades, or on the

Boulevards, may be among the transports, reserved for a more lingering

death!'

A proclamation to-day from the Prefect de Police orders all persons to

erase from their houses the words 'Liberté,' 'Êgalité,' and 'Fraternité'

on pain of being proceeded against _administrativement_.

'There are,' said Tocqueville, 'now three forms of procedure:

_judiciairement, militairement_ and _administrativement._ Under the first

a man is tried before a court of law, and, if his crime be grave, is

sentenced to one or two years' imprisonment. Under the second he is tried

before a drumhead court-martial, and shot. Under the third, without any

trial at all, he is transported to Cayenne or Algiers.'

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