CHAPTER 7.

Residence at Vienna.

I arrived at Vienna on the 6th of June, very fortunately just two

hours before the departure of a courier whom Count Stackelberg, the

Russian ambassador, was dispatching to Wilna, where the emperor

Alexander then was. M. de Stackelberg, who behaved to me with that

noble delicacy which is so prominent a trait in his character, wrote

by this courier for my passport, and assured me that within three

weeks I might reckon on having an answer. It then became a question

where I was to pass these three weeks; my Austrian friends, who had

given me the most amiable reception, assured me that I might remain

at Vienna without the least fear. The court was then at Dresden, at

the great meeting of all the German princes, who came to present

their homage to the emperor of France. Napoleon had stopped at

Dresden under the pretext of still negociating there to avoid the

war with Russia, in other words, to obtain by his policy the same

result as he could by his arms. He would not at first admit the king

of Prussia to his banquet at Dresden; he knew too well what

repugnance the heart of that unfortunate monarch must have to what

he conceives himself obliged to do. It is said that M. de Metternich

obtained this humiliating favor for him. M. de Hardenberg, who

accompanied him, made the remark to the emperor Napoleon, that

Prussia had paid one third more than the promised contributions. The

emperor turning his back to him, replied: "An apothecary's bill,"--

for he has a secret pleasure in making use of vulgar expressions,

the more to humble those who are the objects of it. He assumed a

sufficient degree of coquetry in his way of living with the emperor

and empress of Austria as it was of importance to him that the

Austrian government should take an active part in his war with

Russia. In a conversation with M. de Metternich, I have been assured

that he said, "You see very well that I can never have the least

interest in diminishing the power of Austria, as it now exists; for,

first of all, it suits me that my father-in-law should be a prince

of great consideration: besides, I have more confidence in the old

than in the new dynasties. Has not General Bernadotte already taken

the side of making peace with England?" And in fact, the Prince

Royal of Sweden, as will be seen in the sequel, had courageously

declared himself for the interests of the country which he governed.

The emperor of France having left Dresden to review his armies, the

empress went to spend some time at Prague with her own family.

Napoleon himself, at his departure, regulated the etiquette that was

to subsist between the father and the daughter, and one may

conjecture that it was not very easy, as he loves etiquette almost

as much from suspicion as from vanity, in other words, as a means of

isolating individuals among themselves, under the pretence of

marking the distinction of their ranks.

The first ten days, which I passed at Vienna, passed unclouded, and

I was delighted at thus finding myself again in a pleasing society,

whose manner of thinking corresponded with my own; for the public

opinion was unfavorable to the alliance with Napoleon, and the

government had concluded it without being supported by the national

assent. In fact, how could a war, the ostensible object of which was

the re-establishment of Poland, be undertaken by the power which had

contributed to the partition, and which still retained in its hands

with greater obstinacy than ever the third of that same Poland?

Thirty thousand men were sent by the Austrian government to restore

the confederation of Poland at Warsaw, and nearly as many spies were

attached to the movements of the Poles in Gallicia, who wished to

have deputies at this confederation. The Austrian government was

therefore obliged to speak against the Poles, at the very time that

it was acting in their cause, and to say to her subjects of

Gallicia: "I forbid you to be of the opinion which I support." What

metaphysics! they would be found very intricate, if fear did not

explain every thing.

The Poles are the only nation, of those which Bonaparte drags after

him, that create any interest. I believe they know as well as we do,

that they are only the pretence for the war, and that the emperor

does not care a fig for their independence. He has not even been

able to refrain from expressing several times to the emperor

Alexander his disdain for Poland, solely because she wishes to be

free: but it suits his purposes to put her in the van against

Russia, and the Poles avail themselves of that circumstance to

restore their national independence. I know not if they will

succeed, for it is with difficulty that despotism ever gives

liberty, and what they will regain in their own cause, if

successful, they will lose in the cause of Europe. They will be

Poles, but Poles as much enslaved as the three nations upon whom

they will no longer depend. Be that as it may, the Poles are the

only Europeans who can serve under the banners of Napoleon without

blushing. The princes of the Rhenish Confederation think to find

their interest in it by the loss of their honor; but Austria by a

combination truly remarkable, at once sacrifices in it both her

honor and her interest. The emperor Napoleon wished the archduke

Charles to take the command of these thirty thousand men; but the

archduke fortunately saved himself from this insult; and when I saw

him walking alone in a brown coat, in the alleys of the Prater, I

recovered all my old respect for him.

The same subaltern diplomatist who had so unworthily advised the

abandonment of the Tyrolese, was entrusted, during the absence of

Prince Metternich from Vienna, with the police of foreigners, and he

acquitted himself as you shall see. The first few days he allowed me

to remain undisturbed; I had formerly passed a winter at Vienna, and

been very well received by the emperor and empress, and by the whole

court: it was, therefore, rather awkward to tell me that this time I

would not be received, because I was in disgrace with the emperor

Napoleon; particularly as this disgrace was partly occasioned by the

praises which I had bestowed in my book on the morality and literary

genius of the Germans. But what was much more awkward was to run the

risk of giving the least umbrage to a power, to which it must be

confessed, they might very well sacrifice me, after all they had

already done for it. I suppose, therefore, that after I had been

some days at Vienna, the chief of the police received some more

exact information of the nature of my situation with Bonaparte, and

in consequence thought it necessary to watch me; and this was his

method of inspection. He placed spies at my gate in the street, who

followed me on foot, when my carriage drove slowly, and got into

cabriolets in order not to lose sight of me, when I took an airing

into the country. This method of exercising the police appeared to

me to unite both the French machiavelism, and German clumsiness. The

Austrians have persuaded themselves that they have been beat,

because they had not so much wit as the French, and that the wit of

the French consists in their police system; in consequence they have

set about making a methodical espionage, organizing that ostensibly

which should it all events be concealed; and although destined by

nature to be very honest people, they have made it a kind of duty to

imitate a state which unites the extremes of jacobinism and

despotism.

I could not help, however, being uneasy at this espionnage, when

the least common sense was sufficient to see that flight was now my

only object. They tried to alarm me about the arrival of my Russian

passport; they pretended that I might have to wait several months

for it and that then the war would prevent me from passing. It was

easy for me to judge that I could not remain at Vienna after the

French ambassador returned to it; what would then become of me? I

intreated M. de Stackelberg to give me some means of passing by

Odessa, to repair to Constantinople. But Odessa being Russian, a

passport from Petersburg was equally necessary to go there; there

therefore remained no road open but the direct one to Turkey through

Hungary; and this road passing on the borders of Servia was subject

to a thousand dangers. I might still reach the port of Salonica by

going across the interior of Greece; the archduke Francis had taken

this road to get into Sardinia; but the archduke Francis is a good

horseman, and of that I was scarcely capable: still less could I

think of exposing so young a person as my daughter to such a

journey. I was obliged, therefore, although the idea was most

painful to me, to determine on parting with her, and sending her by

the way of Denmark and Sweden in the charge of persons in whom I

could confide. I concluded at all hazards an agreement with an

Armenian to take me to Constantinople. From thence I proposed to

pass by Greece, Sicily, Cadiz, and Lisbon, and however hazardous was

this voyage, it offered a fine perspective to the imagination. I

addressed the office for foreign affairs, directed by a subaltern

during the absence of M. de Metternich, for a passport which would

enable me to leave Austria by Hungary, or by Gallicia, according as

I might go to Petersberg or to Constantinople. I was told that I

must make my election; that they could not give me a passport to go

by two different frontiers, and that even to go to Presburg, which

is the first city of Hungary, only six leagues from Vienna, it was

necessary to have an authority from the committee of the States.

Certainly I could not help thinking that Europe, which was formerly

so open to all travellers, is become, under the influence of the

emperor Napoleon, like a great net, in which you get entangled at

every step. How many restraints and shackles there are upon the

slightest movements! And can it be conceived that the unhappy

governments which France oppresses, console themselves for it by

making the miserable remains of power which has been left them, fall

heavy in a thousand ways upon their subjects!

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