CHAPTER 19.

Establishments for Public Education.--Institute of Saint Catherine.

We went to see the cabinet of natural history, which is remarkable

by the productions of Siberia which it contains. The furs of that

country have excited the cupidity of the Russians, as the Mexican

gold mines did that of the Spaniards. There was a time in Russia,

when the current money consisted of sable and squirrel skins, so

universal was the desire of being provided with the means of

guarding against the cold. The most curious thing in the museum at

Petersburg, is a rich collection of bones of antediluvian animals,

and particularly the remains of a gigantic Mammoth, which have been

found almost whole among the ices of Siberia. It appears from

geological observations, that the world has a much older history

than that which we know: infinity is fearful in all things. At

present, the inhabitants, and even the animals of this extremity of

the inhabited globe are almost penetrated with the cold, which makes

nature expire, a few leagues beyond their country; the color of the

animals is confounded with that of the snow, and the Dearth seems to

be lost in the ices and fogs which terminate this lower creation. I

was struck with the countenances of the inhabitants of Kamstchatka,

which are perfectly imitated in the museum at Petersburg. The

priests of that country, called Shamanes, are a kind of

improvisators; they wear, over their tunick of bark, a sort of steel

net, to which some pieces of iron are attached, the noise of which

is very great when the improvisator is agitated; he has moments of

inspiration which a good deal resemble nervous attacks, and it is

rather by sorcery, than talent, that he makes an impression on the

people. The imagination, in such dreary countries, is scarcely

remarkable but by fear, and the earth herself appears to repel man

by the terror with which she inspires him. I afterwards saw the

citadel, in the circumference of which is the church where the

coffins of all the sovereigns, from the time of Peter the Great,

are deposited: these coffins are not shut up in monuments; they are

exposed in the same way as they were on the day of their funeral,

and one might fancy one's self quite close to these corpses, from

which a single board appears to separate us. When Paul I. came to

the throne, he caused the remains of his father, Peter I. to be

crowned, who not having received that honor during his life, could

not be placed in the citadel. By the orders of Paul I. the

ceremonial of interment for both his father and mother was

recommenced. Both were exposed afresh: four chamberlains once more

kept guard over the bodies, as if they had only died the day before;

and the two coffins are now placed by the side of each other,

compelled to live in peace under the empire of death. Among the

sovereigns who have stayed the despotic power transmitted to them by

Peter I. there are several whom a bloody conspiracy has cast from

the throne. The same courtiers, who have not the strength to tell

their master the least truth, know how to conspire against him, and

the deepest dissimulation necessarily accompanies this kind of

political revolution; for they must load, with the appearance of

respect, the person whom they wish to assassinate. And yet, what

would become of a country governed despotically, if a lawless tyrant

had not to dread the edge of the poniard? Horrible alternative, and

which is sufficient to show the nature of the institutions where

crime must be reckoned as the balance of power.

I paid homage to Catherine II. by going to her country residence,

Czarskozelo. This palace and garden are arranged with great art and

magnificence; but the air was already very cold, although we Were

only at the first of September, and it was a singular contrast to

see the flowers of the South agitated by the winds of the North. All

the traits which have been collected of Catherine II. penetrate one

with admiration for her as a sovereign; and I know not whether the

Russians are not more indebted to her than to Peter I. for that

fortunate persuasion of their invincibility which has so much

contributed to their victories, The charm of a female tempered the

action of power, and mingled chivalrous gallantry with the

successes, the homage of which was paid to her. Catherine II. had,

in the highest degree, the good sense of government; a brilliant

understanding than hers would have less resembled genius, and her lofty

reason inspired profound respect in the Russians, who distrust their

own imagination, and wish to have it directed with wisdom. Close to

Czarskozelo is the palace of Paul I., a charming residence, as the

empress dowager and her daughters have there placed the

chefs-d'oeuvrefc of their talents and good taste. This place reminds

us of that admirable mother and her daughters, whom nothing has been

able to turn aside from their domestic virtues.

I allowed myself to indulge in the pleasure excited by the novel

objects of my daily visits, and I know not how, I had quite

forgotten the war on which the fate of Europe depended; the pleasure

I had in hearing expressed by all the world the sentiments which I

had so long stifled in my soul, was so strong, that it appeared to

me there was nothing more to dread, and that such truths were

omnipotent as soon as they were known. Nevertheless a succession of

reverses had taken place, without the public being informed of them.

A man of wit said that all was mystery at Petersburg, although

nothing was a secret; and in fact the truth is discovered in the

end; but the habit of silence is such among the Russian courtiers,

that they dissemble the day before what will be notorious the next,

and are always unwilling to reveal what they know. A stranger told

me that Smolensk was taken and Moscow in the greatest danger.

Discouragement immediately seized me. I fancied that I already saw a

repetition of the deplorable history of the Austrian and Prussian

treaties of peace, the result of the conquest of their capitals.

This was the third time the same game had been played, and it might

again succeed. I did not perceive the public spirit; the apparent

inconstancy of the impressions of the Russians prevented me from

observing it. Despondency had frozen all minds, and I was ignorant,

that with these men of vehement impressions, this despondency is the

forerunner of a dreadful awakening. In the same way, you remark in

the common people, an inconceivable idleness up to the very moment

when their activity is roused; then it knows no obstacle, dreads no

danger, and seems to triumph equally over the elements and men.

I had understood that the internal administration, that of war as

well as of justice, frequently fell into the most venal hands, and

that by the dilapidations which the subaltern agents allowed

themselves, it was impossible to form any just idea either of the

number of troops, or of the measures taken to provision them; for

lying and theft are inseparable, and in a country of such recent

civilization the intermediate class have neither the simplicity of

the peasantry, nor the grandeur of the boyars; and no public opinion

yet exists to keep in check this third class, whose existence is so

recent, and which has lost the naivete of popular faith without

having acquired the point of honor. A display of jealous feeling was

also remarked between the military commanders. It is in the very

nature of a despotic government to create, even in spite of itself,

jealousy in those who surround it: the will of one man being able to

change entirely the fortune of every individual, fear and hope have

too much scope not to be constantly agitating this jealousy, which

is also very much excited by another feeling, the hatred of

foreigners. The general who commanded the Russian army, General

Barclay de Tolly, although born on the territories of the empire,

was not of the pure Sclavonian race, and that was enough to make him

be considered incapable of leading the Russians to victory: he had,

besides, turned his distinguished talents towards systems of

encampment, positions, and manoeuvres, while the military art, which

best suits the Russians, is attack. To make them fall back, even

from a wise and well reasoned calculation, is to cool in them that

impetuosity from which they derive all their strength. The prospects

of the campaign were therefore the most inauspicious possible, and

the silence which was maintained on that account was still more

alarming. The English give in their public papers the most exact

account, man by man, of the wounded, prisoners and killed in each

action; noble candour of a government which is equally sincere

towards the nation and its monarch, recognizing in both the same

right to have a knowledge of what concerns the nation. I walked

about with deep melancholy in that beautiful city of Petersburg

which might become the prey of the conqueror. When I returned in the

evening from the islands, and saw the gilded point of the citadel

which seemed to spout out in the air like a ray of fire, while the

Neva reflected the marble quays and the palaces which surround it, I

represented to myself all these wonders faded by the arrogance of a

man who would come to say, like Satan on the top of a mountain, "The

kingdoms of the earth are mine." All that was beautiful and good at

Petersburg appeared to me in the presence of approaching

destruction, and I could not enjoy them without having these painful

ideas constantly pursuing me.

I went to see the establishments for education, founded by the

empress, and there, even more than in the palaces, my anxiety was

redoubled; for the breath of Bonaparte's tyranny is sufficient, if

it approach institutions tending to the improvement of the human

race, to alter their purity. The institute of St. Catherine is

formed of two houses, each containing two hundred and fifty young

ladies of the nobility and citizens; they are educated under the

inspection of the empress, with a degree of care that even exceeds

what a rich family would pay to its own children. Order and elegance

are remarkable in the most minute details of this institute, and the

sentiment of the purest religion and morality there presides over

all that the fine arts can develope. The Russian females have so

much natural grace, that on entering the hall where all the young

ladies saluted us, I did not observe one who did not give to this

simple action all the politeness and modesty which it was capable of

expressing. They were invited to exhibit us the different kinds of

talent which distinguished them, and one of them, who knew by heart

pieces of the best French authors, repeated to me several of the

most eloquent pages of my father's Course of Religious Morals. This

delicate attention probably came from the empress herself. I felt

the most lively emotion in hearing that language uttered, which for

so many years had had no asylum but in my heart. Beyond the empire

of Bonaparte, in all countries posterity commences, and justice is

shown towards those who even in the tomb, have felt the attack of

his imperial calumnies. The young ladies of the institute of St.

Catherine, before sitting down to table, sung psalms in chorus: this

great number of voices, so pure and sweet, occasioned me an emotion

of tender feeling mingled with bitterness. What would war do, in the

midst of such peaceable establishments? Where could these doves fly

to, from the arms of the conqueror? After this meal, the young

ladies assembled in a superb hall, where they all danced together.

There was nothing striking in their features as to beauty, but their

gracefulness was extraordinary; these were daughters of the East,

with all the decency which Christian manners have introduced among

women. They first executed an old dance to the tune of Long live

Henry the Fourth, Long live this valiant King! What a distance there

was between the times which this tune reminded one of, and the

present period! Two little chubby girls of ten years old finished

the ballet by the Russian step: this dance sometimes assumes the

voluptuous character of love, but executed by children, the

innocence of that age was mingled with the national originality. It

is impossible to paint: the interest inspired by these amiable

talents, cultivated by the delicate and generous hand of a female

and a sovereign.

An establishment for the deaf and dumb, and another for the blind,

are equally under the inspection of the empress. The emperor, on his

side, pays great attention to the school of cadets, directed by a

man of very superior understanding, General Klinger. All these

establishments are truly useful, but they might be reproached with

being too splendid. At least it would be desirable to found in

different parts of the empire, not schools so superior, but

establishments which would communicate elementary instruction to the

people. Every thing has commenced in Russia by luxury, and the

building has, it may be said, preceded the foundation. There are

only two great cities in Russia, Petersburg and Moscow; the others

scarcely deserve to be mentioned; they are besides separated at very

great distances: even the chateaux of the nobility are at such

distances from each other, that it is with difficulty the

proprietors can communicate with each other. Finally, the

inhabitants are so dispersed in this empire, that the knowledge of

some can hardly be of use to others. The peasants can only reckon by

means of a calculating machine, and the clerks of the post

themselves follow the same method. The Greek popes have much less

knowledge than the Catholic curates, or the Protestant ministers; so

that the clergy in Russia are really not fit to instruct the people,

as in the other countries of Europe. The great bond of the nation is

in religion and patriotism; but there is in it no focus of

knowledge, the rays of which might spread over all parts of the

empire, and the two capitals have not yet learned to communicate to

the provinces what they have collected in literature and the fine

arts. If this country could have remained at peace, it would have

experienced all sorts of improvement under the beneficent reign of

Alexander. But who knows if the virtues which this war has

developed, may not be exactly those which are likely to regenerate

nations?

The Russians have not yet had, up to the present time, men of genius

but for the military career; in all other arts they are only

imitators; printing, however, has not been introduced among them

more than one hundred and twenty years. The other nations of Europe

have become civilized almost simultaneously, and have been able to

mingle their natural genius with acquired knowledge; with the

Russians this mixture has not yet operated. In the same manner as we

see two rivers after their junction, flow in the same channel

without confounding their waters, in the same manner nature and

civilization are united among the Russians without identifying the

one with the other: and according to circumstances the same man at

one time presents himself to you as a European who seems only to

exist in social forms, and at another time as a Sclavonian who only

listens to the most furious passions. Genius will come to them in

the fine arts, and particularly in literature, when they shall have

found out the means of infusing their real disposition into

language, as they show it in action.

I witnessed the performance of a Russian tragedy, the subject of

which was the deliverance of the Muscovites, when they drove back

the Tartars beyond Casan. The prince of Smolensko appeared in the

ancient costume of the boyars, and the Tartar army was called the

golden horde. This piece was written almost entirely according to

the rules of the French drama; the rhythm of the verses, the

declamation, and the division of the scenes, was entirely French;

one situation only was peculiar to Russian manners, and that was the

profound terror which the dread of her father's curse has inspired

in a young female. Paternal authority is almost as strong among the

Russians as among the Chinese, and it is always among the people

that we must seek for the germ of national character. The good

company of all countries resembles each other, and nothing is so

unfit as that elegant world to furnish subjects for tragedy. Among

all those which the history of Russia presents, there is one by

which I was particularly struck. Ivan the Terrible, already old, was

besieging Novorogod. The boyars seeing him very much enfeebled,

asked him if he would not give the command of the assault to his

son. His rage at this proposition was so great, that nothing could

appease him; his son prostrated himself at his feet, but he repulsed

him with a blow of such violence, that two days after the

unfortunate prince died of it. The father, then reduced to despair,

became equally indifferent to war and to power, and only survived

his son a few months. This revolt of an old despot against the

progress of time has in it something grand and solemn, and the

melting tenderness which succeeds to the paroxysm of rage in that

ferocious soul, represents man as he comes from the hand of nature,

now irritated by selfishness, and again restrained by affection.

A law of Russia inflicted the same punishment on the person who

lamed a man in the arm as on one who killed him. In fact, man in

Russia is principally valuable by his military strength; all other

kinds of energy are adapted to manners and institutions which the

present state of Russia has not yet developed. The females at

Petersburg, however, seemed to be penetrated with that patriotic

honor which constitutes the moral power of a state. The princess

Dolgoronki, the baroness Strogonoff, and several others equally of

the first rank, already knew that a part of their fortunes had

suffered greatly by the ravaging of the province of Smolensko, and

they appeared not to think of it otherwise than to encourage their

equals to sacrifice every thing like them. The princess Dolgorouki

related to me that an old long-bearded Russian, seated on an

eminence overlooking Smoleusko, thus, in tears, addressed his little

grandson, whom he held upon his knees: "Formerly, my child, the

Russians went to gain victories at the extremity of Europe; now,

strangers come to attack them in their own homes." The grief of this

old man was not vain, and we shall soon see how dearly his tears

have been purchased.

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