CHAPTER 17.

The Imperial Family.

I had at last the pleasure of seeing that monarch, equally absolute

by law and custom, and so moderate from his own disposition. The

empress Elizabeth, to whom I was at first presented, appeared to me

the tutelary angel of Russia. Her manners are extremely reserved,

but what she says is full of life, and it is from the focus of all

generous ideas that her sentiments and opinions have derived

strength and warmth. While I listened to her, I was affected by

something inexpressible, which did not proceed from her grandeur,

but from the harmony of her soul; so long was it since I had known

an instance of concord between power and virtue. As I was conversing

with the empress, the door opened, and the emperor Alexander did me

the honor to come and talk to me. What first struck me in him was

such an expression of goodness and dignity, that the two qualities

appear inseparable, and in him to form only one. I was also very

much affected with the noble simplicity with which he entered upon

the great interests of Europe, almost among the first words he

addressed to me. I have always regarded, as a proof of mediocrity,

that apprehension of treating serious questions, with which the best

part of the sovereigns of Europe have been inspired; they are afraid

to pronounce a word to which any real meaning can be attached. The

emperor Alexander on the contrary, conversed with me as statesmen in

England would have done, who place their strength in themselves, and

not in the barriers with which they are surrounded. The emperor

Alexander, whom Napoleon has endeavoured to misrepresent, is a man

of remarkable understanding and information, and I do not believe

that in the whole extent of his empire he could find a minister

better versed than himself in all that belongs to the judgment and

direction of public affairs. He did not disguise from me his regret

for the admiration to which he had surrendered himself in his

intercourse with Napoleon. His grandfather had, in the same way,

entertained a great enthusiasm for Frederic II. In these sort of

illusions, produced by an extraordinary character, there is always a

generous motive, whatever may be the errors that result from it. The

emperor Alexander, however, described with great sagacity the effect

produced upon him by these conversations with Bonaparte, in which he

said the most opposite things, as if one must be astonished at each,

without thinking of their being contradictory. He related to me also

the lessons a la Machiavel which Napoleon had thought proper to give

him: "You see," said he, "I am careful to keep my ministers and

generals at variance among themselves, in order that each may reveal

to me the faults of the other; I keep up around me a continual

jealousy by the manner I treat those who are about me: one day one

thinks himself the favorite, the next day another, so that no one is

ever certain of my favor." What a vulgar and vicious theory! And

will there never arise a man superior to this man, who will

demonstrate its inutility? That which is wanting to the sacred cause

of morality, is, that it should contribute in a very striking manner

to great success in this world; he who feels all the dignity of this

cause will sacrifice with pleasure every success, but it is still

necessary to teach those presumptuous persons who imagine they

discover depth of thinking in the vices of the soul, that if in

immorality there is sometimes wit, in virtue there is genius. In

obtaining the conviction of the good faith of the emperor Alexander,

in his relations with Napoleon, I was at the same time persuaded

that he would not imitate the example of the unfortunate sovereigns

of Germany, and would sign no peace with him who is equally the

enemy of people and kings. A noble soul cannot be twice deceived by

the same person. Alexander gives and withdraws his confidence with

the greatest reflection. His youth and personal advantages have

alone, at the beginning of his reign, made him be suspected of

levity; but he is serious, even as much so as a man may be who has

known misfortune. Alexander expressed to me his regret at not being

a great captain: I replied to this noble modesty, that a sovereign

was much more rare than a general, and that the support of the

public feelings of his people, by his example, was achieving the

greatest victory, and the first of the kind which had ever been

gained. The emperor talked to me with enthusiasm of his nation, and

of all that it was capable of becoming. He expressed to me the

desire, which all the world knows him to entertain, of ameliorating

the state of the peasants still subject to slavery. "Sire," said I

to him, "your character is a constitution for your empire, and your

conscience is the guarantee of it." "Were that even the case,"

replied he, "I should only be a fortunate accident."* Noble words!

The first of the kind, I believe, which an absolute monarch ever

pronounced! How many virtues it requires, in a despot, properly to

estimate despotism! and how many virtues also, never to abuse it,

when the nation which he governs is almost astonished at such signal

moderation. At Petersburg especially, the great nobility have less

liberality in their principles than the emperor himself. Accustomed

to be the absolute masters of their peasants, they wish the monarch,

in his turn, to be omnipotent, for the purpose of maintaining the

hierarchy of despotism. The state of citizens does not yet exist in

Russia; it begins however to be forming; the sons of the clergy,

those of the merchants, and some peasants who have obtained of their

lords the liberty of becoming artists, may be considered as a third

order in the state. The Russian nobility besides bears no

resemblance to that of Germany or France; a man becomes noble in

Russia, as soon as he obtains rank in the army. No doubt the great

families, such as the Narischkins, the Dolgoroukis, the Gallitzins,

&c. will always hold the first rank in the empire; but it is not

less true that the advantages of the aristocracy belong to men, whom

the monarch's pleasure has made noble in a day; and the whole

ambition of the citizens is in consequence to have their sons made

officers, in order that they may belong to the privileged class. The

result of this is, that young men's education is finished at fifteen

years of age; they are hurried into the army as soon as possible,

and everything else is neglected. This is not the time certainly to

blame an order of things, which has produced so noble a resistance;

were tranquility restored, it might be truly said, that under civil

considerations, there are great deficiencies in the internal

administration of Russia. Energy and grandeur exist in the nation;

but order and knowledge are still frequently wanting, both in the

government, and in the private conduct of individuals. Peter I. by

making Russia European, certainly bestowed upon her great

advantages; but these advantages he more than counter-balanced by

the establishment of a despotism prepared by his father, and

consolidated by him; Catherine II. on the contrary tempered the use

of absolute power, of which she was not the author. If the political

state of Europe should ever be restored to peace: in other words if

one man were no longer the dispenser of evil to the world, we should

see Alexander solely occupied with the improvement of his country!

and in attempting to establish laws which would guarantee to it that

happiness, of which the duration is as yet only secured for the life

of its present ruler.

* (Note by the Editor)

* This expression has been already quoted in the third volume of the

Considerations on the French Revolution; but it deserves to be

repeated. All this, however, it must be remembered, was written at

the end of 1812.

(End of Note by the Editor.)

From the emperor's I went to his respectable mother's, that princess

to whom calumny has never been able to impute a sentiment

unconnected with the happiness of her husband, her children, or the

family of unfortunate persons of whom she is the protectress. I

shall relate, farther on, in what manner she governs that empire of

charity, which she exercises in the midst of the omnipotent empire

of her son. She lives in the palace of the Taurida, and to get to

her apartments you have to cross a hall, built by prince Potemkin,

of incomparable grandeur; a winter garden occupies a part of it, and

you see the trees and plants through the pillars which surround the

middle inclosure. Every thing in this residence is colossal; the

conceptions of the prince who built it were fantastically gigantic.

He had towns built in the Crimea, solely that the empress might see

them on her passage; he ordered the assault of a fortress, to please

a beautiful woman, the princess Dolgorouki, who had disdained his

suit. The favor of his Sovereign mistress created him such as he

showed himself; but there is remarkable, notwithstanding, in the

characters of most of the great men of Russia, such as Menzikoff,

Suwarow, Peter I. himself, and in yet older times Ivan Vasilievitch,

something fantastical, violent, and ironical combined. Wit was with

them rather an arm than an enjoyment, and it was by the imagination

that they were led. Generosity, barbarity, unbridled passions, and

religious superstition, all met in the same character. Even now

civilization in Russia has not penetrated beyond the surface, even

among the great nobility; externally they imitate other nations, but

all are Russians at heart, and in that consists their strength and

originality, the love of country being next to that of God, the

noblest sentiment which men can feel. That country must certainly be

exceedingly different from those which surround it to inspire a

decided attachment; nations which are confounded with one another by

slight shades of difference, or which are divided into several

separate states, never devote themselves with real passion to the

conventional association to which they have attached the name of

country.

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