[Illustration: THE CHILDREN OF THE TSAR
Grand Duchess Olga Grand Duchess Tatiana
Grand Duchess Marie Grand Duchess Anastasia
The Tsarevitch Alexis
_Photos: Boissonnas & Eggler, St. Petersburg_]
Behind the Veil at
the Russian Court
By Count Paul Vassili
With
Twenty-Three Illustrations in Photogravure
Cassell and Company, Limited
London, New York, Toronto and Melbourne
1913
PUBLISHER’S NOTE
Some thirty years ago considerable interest was aroused by the
publication, in the _Nouvelle Revue_, of Letters dealing with the
Society of the different European capitals. These letters were by Count
Paul Vassili.
They were clever, amusing, and, it must be owned, rather ill-natured
letters. People wondered at the extraordinary amount of truth which they
contained, at the secrets they revealed. The real name of their author
to this day has never been disclosed; yet Count Vassili existed. He held
an important post at the Russian Court, he had travelled widely, and
everywhere had been welcomed as befitted his rank in the world. Cynical,
intelligent, and wonderfully observant of everything that went on around
him, his greatest interest in life was to commit to the leaves of a
diary all that he saw or heard.
That diary, which stretches from the time of the Crimean War to the
present year, it was his intention to publish before he died. Alas,
death came too soon. The Count passed away a few months ago.
Nevertheless, the volumes which contained this diary became accessible,
and their contents are now given to the public with the conviction that
they will be read with the same interest that always attended the
writings of Count Vassili.
At the same time, we would warn the reader that the present volume is
not historical, but merely anecdotal. Yet sometimes anecdotes are also
history. They very often explain events wide in their influence over the
affairs of the world in general and Royal Houses in particular, which
at first sight seem extraordinary, whilst, in reality, they are but the
development of some small circumstance.
So far as we know there exists no chronicle of the Russian Court, and
true anecdotes concerning it are extremely rare. Much has been written
on the subject by outsiders upon hearsay; but here we have a book penned
by a man who spent his life in the _milieu_ which he describes, who knew
intimately the people he writes about, who was present at most of the
scenes which he describes. That alone would ensure an interest to this
volume. We therefore hope that it will amuse its readers, and perhaps
contribute in a small degree to reveal the truth concerning Russian
Society and the Imperial Family.
More we cannot say, except that we leave to Count Vassili the entire
responsibility of the judgments expressed and the facts divulged.
CONTENTS
PAGE
PUBLISHER’S NOTE v
BOOK I. 1855-1894
CHAPTER
1. NICHOLAS I. DIES 3
2. ALEXANDER II. ON THE THRONE 16
3. ANECDOTES OF THE IMPERIAL FAMILY 25
4. INFLUENCE OF THE GRAND DUCHESS HÉLÈNE PAVLOVNA 38
5. THE REFORMS OF ALEXANDER II. AND HIS MINISTERS 48
6. THE ADLERBERGS AND THE SCHOUVALOFFS 60
7. ST. PETERSBURG BEFORE THE WAR OF 1877-8 71
8. THE EASTERN WAR AND AFTERWARDS 79
9. THE BERLIN CONGRESS AND ITS CONSEQUENCES 89
10. ALEXANDER’S LOVE AFFAIRS 99
11. ASSASSINATION OF ALEXANDER II. 108
12. ALEXANDER III. AND HIS CONSORT 116
13. THE IMPERIAL FAMILY IN 1881 122
14. THE FRIENDS AND MINISTERS OF ALEXANDER III. 130
15. ALEXANDER III. IS CROWNED 143
16. ST. PETERSBURG SOCIETY, FROM 1883 TO 1894 152
17. THE FOREIGN POLICY OF ALEXANDER III. 163
18. ALEXANDER’S MINISTERS 171
19. THE POLICE UNDER ALEXANDER III. 179
20. THE TRUTH ABOUT BORKY 185
21. LAST DAYS AT LIVADIA 192
BOOK II. 1894-1913
CHAPTER PAGE
1. FUNERAL AND WEDDING BELLS 203
2. A CHARACTER SKETCH OF NICHOLAS II. 212
3. THE EMPRESS ALIX 224
4. THE IMPERIAL FAMILY TO-DAY 238
5. ZEMSTVO OF TVER INCIDENT AND WHAT CAME OF IT 250
6. THE ENTOURAGE OF THE EMPEROR AND EMPRESS 261
7. THE CORONATION OF NICHOLAS II. 270
8. THE SPRINGTIDE OF DISCONTENT 278
9. THE WAR WITH JAPAN 288
10. MUKDEN AND TSUSHIMA 296
11. THE BIRTH OF THE TSAREVITCH 308
12. THE DEATH OF MADEMOISELLE VIETROFF 320
13. THE BEGINNING OF THE REVOLUTION 324
14. PEACE WITH JAPAN; WAR AT HOME 334
15. THE FIRST TWO DUMAS 343
16. THE CAREER OF M. STOLYPIN 353
17. A CHARACTER SKETCH OF M. KOKOVTSOV 364
18. THE FOREIGN OFFICE UNDER NICHOLAS II. 375
19. ST. PETERSBURG SOCIETY AT THE PRESENT DAY 383
20. THE EMPRESS ALEXANDRA FEODOROVNA AND HER CHILDREN 392
21. THE 300TH ANNIVERSARY OF A DYNASTY 399
LIST OF PHOTOGRAVURES
THE IMPERIAL FAMILY OF RUSSIA, 1913 _Frontispiece_
_Facing page_
EMPEROR NICHOLAS I. 16
EMPEROR ALEXANDER II. 16
GRAND DUKE CONSTANTINE NICOLAIEVITCH 34
GRAND DUKE MICHAEL NICOLAIEVITCH 34
GRAND DUKE VLADIMIR ALEXANDROVITCH 34
GRAND DUKE ALEXIS ALEXANDROVITCH 34
EMPEROR ALEXANDER III. 116
EMPRESS MARIE FEODOROVNA 116
NICHOLAS II., TSAR OF RUSSIA 212
ALEXANDRA FEODOROVNA, TSARINA OF RUSSIA 225
THE WINTER PALACE, ST. PETERSBURG 342
PRINCE GORTSCHAKOV 364
COUNT IGNATIEFF 364
M. DE GIERS 364
M. KOKOVTSOV 364
M. STOLPYIN 364
GRAND DUCHESS OLGA 392
GRAND DUCHESS TATIANA 392
GRAND DUCHESS MARIE 392
GRAND DUCHESS ANASTASIA 392
THE TSAREVITCH ALEXIS 392
BOOK I. 1855-1894 BEHIND THE VEIL AT THE RUSSIAN COURT
CHAPTER I
NICHOLAS I. DIES
In the vast halls of the Winter Palace, on the 18th of February--the 2nd
of March according to the Gregorian Calendar--of the year 1855, a great
crowd was waiting amidst a profound silence and intense grief for news
it expected as much as it dreaded.
In the large square in front of the big building which had seen enacted
within its walls so many momentous events in the history of Russia and
the life of its Tsars, another crowd was gathered. The whole of the long
night it had stood there in the snow and cold, with its eyes fixed upon
a corner window--that of the room where all knew their Sovereign lay
dying. Women were seen weeping, for, in spite of what was said abroad,
Nicholas was beloved by his people, and they felt that his demise,
occurring as it did at a critical moment in the destinies of his Empire,
was an event fraught with mighty consequences.
Inside the Palace all the dignitaries of the Court and the Military
Authorities, as well as those of the Civil Service, also were keeping
watch: a sad vigil, which already had lasted two days--days full of
anxiety both for the present and for the future. From time to time a
door was opened to let in a new arrival, or to give passage to a
messenger from the sick-room. At once the messenger would be surrounded
by eager questioners, but all that he could say was that, so far, there
had been no change, though the doctors had not given up all hope.
Inside the dying monarch’s bedroom his family and a few trusted friends
were gathered round the small camp bed upon which he was lying, fighting
for breath. The Empress was sitting beside her Consort, holding his hand
in hers. At the foot of the bed the Heir to the Throne was standing, his
eyes fixed upon his father, and with tears slowly rolling down his
cheeks. They all waited--waited for the last words of the mighty
Sovereign for whom the gates of eternity were already opened. They all
hoped for a sign, a farewell, a recommendation as to what was to be done
when he would be no more; and in this sad watch they forgot time and
aught else, even the news from the distant Crimea, where Russian
soldiers were defending their country’s flag against an angry foe.
But the dying man had not forgotten. Slowly he raised himself upon his
hard pillow and beckoned to him one of his trusted friends; with gasping
breath he asked him: “Any news from Sebastopol?” and when answered that
none had come, “A messenger must have arrived this morning; go and ask
what news he has brought, and tell me--tell me everything.”
The friend went out; when he returned, his face was white, because he
knew that the message which he brought was one of woe. But one thing he
could tell, and that was that Sebastopol still held out, and that it
could resist longer than the enemy expected. That he told. Nicholas
listened in silence, and then in a clear voice, such as had not been
heard since the beginning of his short illness, he said:
“I send them my thanks, my blessing, my gratitude; tell them so.”
The Heir to the Throne came closer to his father, and knelt beside him.
“Hear me, my son,” spoke the dying man. “You are going to be a great
Emperor to-morrow. Love your people, do for them that which I was not
able to do; conclude peace if you can, but an honourable peace. Do not
trust to Austria, and do not forget its ingratitude for the help which I
gave it in 1848. Austria is our enemy, I see it too late.... Love your
mother, reverence her always, and do not allow your dreams to take the
upper hand. A Sovereign has no right to dream. He can only work, and
endure. I know you want to give the serfs their liberty; I have wished
it too, and you will find among my papers documents concerning this
subject; but, my son, take care: a nation easily abuses liberty if
granted to it too soon. Do not estrange yourself from the nobility: it
is the strength of Russia, together with our Holy Church; and remember
that if you show yourself too great a Liberal, you will only create
difficulties for yourself, and you will not die in your bed as I do; you
will fall under an assassin’s knife.”
Profound silence reigned in the room after these solemn words had been
spoken; the Empress was quietly crying, all the Imperial Family stood
gathered round her. Nicholas I. scanned all these sorrowful faces, and
sighed as if not seeing among them one whom he expected to be there, and
from his parched lips came out one word, a single name: “Barbara.” Then
the Empress got up, and going out of the room, returned soon in company
with a woman whom she was holding by the hand. She led her to her
husband’s bedside, saying softly: “Bid good-bye to him.”
“_Merci, madame_,” was the broken reply, as, bending down, Mademoiselle
Nélidoff kissed the Emperor’s hand, sobbing heartbrokenly as she did so;
and he repeated the words after her, “_Merci_, Charlotte,” thus calling
the wife of his youth by the name she bore in that past but not
forgotten time when he first knew her, before the Crown of All the
Russias had been put upon her head.
And that was all. The dying man only spoke to utter words of thanks to
the faithful servants who surrounded him, and then his voice was heard
no more, save to pray to the God to Whom he was about to give up his
soul.
A priest was called, who gave him a last blessing, and then calmly,
fearlessly, clinging to his wife’s hand and to a crucifix which he
pressed upon his breast, Nicholas I. breathed his last.
The doors of the bedroom were thrown open, and Alexander II. appeared
upon the threshold as he passed from the chamber of death into the
Throne Room, where his courtiers were gathered. To them he said with a
broken voice:
“_Au nom de mon père je vous remercie pour vos services, messieurs._”
And later on, when the emotion of the first moment had passed, it was
noticed and commented upon that the first words of the new Sovereign to
his people had been uttered in French, as if to lay claim to the
tendencies of which he had been suspected during his father’s reign.
At the same moment the large window opening on to the balcony
overlooking the square in front of the Winter Palace was unclosed. An
aide-de-camp general appeared, and addressing the crowd standing
outside: “Our Most Gracious Sovereign the Emperor Nicholas Paulovitch is
dead,” he said in a loud voice; “let us pray for his soul!”
The crowd fell upon their knees, and the chant of the solemn service
rose and fell in harmonious cadence amidst the noises of the street,
which were hushed as soon as the sad strains were heard.
So began a new reign.
The one that had thus come to a tragic close had been one of the most
eventful in Russian history. Nicholas I. was unmistakably a great
Sovereign, the last one of that autocratic type that had given to the
world Ivan the Terrible, Peter the Great, and, in a certain sense,
Catherine II.
He had ascended the Throne surrounded by solemn circumstances, amidst
almost overwhelming difficulties, with his Empire in the throes of a
rebellion that had for its leaders some of the greatest nobles in
Russia. The time was not yet forgotten when these nobles had dethroned
their emperors, and some of the assassins of Paul were still alive to
encourage by their example those inclined to follow in their footsteps.
Many, even amongst the people, did not believe that Alexander I. had
died in Taganrog; many others did not recognise the abdication and
surrender of his right to the Crown of the Grand Duke Constantine in
favour of his brother. They looked upon Nicholas as a usurper. When the
standard of rebellion was raised during that eventful month of December,
1825, it was the conspirators who were supposed to be fighting for the
right cause and the supporters of Nicholas for the wrong one. As for the
people, they understood so little what was going on that they believed
the famous Constitution, about which so many were speaking, was the work
of the Emperor Constantine, as he was supposed to be.
When the public anxiety and emotion in St. Petersburg was at its height,
when half of the troops had already gone over to the mutineers, Nicholas
I. showed of what stuff he was made. Entrusting his wife and children to
a few trusted followers, he appeared alone and unarmed on the square in
front of the Winter Palace, and in a thunderous voice commanded the
crowd to fall upon their knees and obey his orders. And such is the
strength of a really strong personality, in alliance with a fearless
disposition, that he was instantly obeyed, and soon an immense “Hurrah!”
greeted him from those same people who, a few short moments before, had
been ready to tear him to pieces.
In this manner was the rebellion crushed at once.
Its leaders were ruthlessly punished. A Prince Troubetzkoy, a member of
the illustrious family of Volkhonsky, a Muravieff apostle, the noblest
blood in Russia, saw themselves condemned and treated like vulgar
criminals. Siberia witnessed a long procession of chained convicts,
reminding it of the times when Menschikoff, Biren, and many others
expiated the misfortune of having fallen under Imperial disgrace. Women
gave a touching example of devotion to their husbands and to their duty.
The Princess Troubetzkoy, the Princess Volkhonsky, as well as the wives
of other conspirators, claimed as a favour the right to share their
husbands’ exile and prison. There, in the wilds of the Siberian woods,
they gave birth to children, who, later on, were to be restored to the
fortunes of their fathers and to their rank. And, strange to say, no
word of rebellion was said, no murmur was heard; they all suffered
bravely, thus showing that they were worthy of the great names which
they bore.
But this conspiracy of the 14th of December, as it is still called,
embittered the character of the Emperor Nicholas. It affected, also, the
gentle Empress, who contracted, from sheer fright for her dear ones, a
nervous affliction, which caused perpetual trembling of her head, of
which she never was cured.
The dreams which every new Sovereign indulges in when he ascends his
Throne were rudely dispelled from the very first, and since that sad day
the spectre of revolution never left the Emperor’s side. It influenced
all his actions, and it imparted to him a hardness absolutely foreign to
his original nature. He firmly believed himself to have been designed by
Providence to crush revolution, and he devoted all his energies to that
task.
Later events transpired which encouraged him still more in that decision
and confirmed his belief. He found himself confronted, immediately after
a long and difficult war with Turkey, by the Polish rebellion. That was
a bitter blow to his pride and heart. He had loved the Polish army, had
firmly thought he could do away with the prejudices that existed against
him and his nation in Poland; he had had himself crowned in Warsaw, and
had showered graces and gifts upon his Polish subjects. All that was
forgotten; he found himself surrounded by traitors, even among those
whom he thought he could trust, if only on account of the old French
proverb: “_Noblesse oblige_.” And they had turned against him--those
whom he had loved. Prince Sanguszko, who had been his personal
aide-de-camp; Prince Adam Tsartoryski, who had been the intimate friend
and confidant of Alexander I.--they all went over to the mutineers.
Personal ambition had a great deal to do with this action. It is said,
even, that Prince Tsartoryski addressed himself to Nicholas I., asking
him to recognise him as Viceroy of Poland, in return for which he would
undertake to put an end to the rebellion. The message did not reach the
Emperor, as the person who was asked to transmit it categorically
refused to do so. One can well fancy in what spirit it would have been
received had it come to the Emperor’s ears. But all the nobleness in the
character of Nicholas I. revolted at this base ingratitude, and, as a
result of these blows dealt him by fate, he became a hard and embittered
man, relentless sometimes, stern always. They say he rarely smiled, and
yet his was a gentle nature, full of kindness and generosity such as is
rarely met with in a Sovereign, and profoundly unselfish.
All those who knew him well, his family, his entourage, his children,
his servants, they all would have given up their lives for him with joy.
No one ever appealed to him for relief in vain. He loved to do good, to
help others. The only things which he could not forgive, because he
despised them, were ingratitude, or want of self-respect. He had
principles, and what is more, he lived up to them. He never would
consent to any compromise, and this perhaps was the primary cause of the
unfortunate Crimean War.
He had hurt the vanity of Napoleon III. by refusing him the title of
_Monsieur mon frère_, and so declining to admit him as an equal to the
circle of European Sovereigns.
He sent his troops to help the Austrian Government to subdue the revolt
of the Magyars because he believed it was his duty to do so, without any
illusion as to the reward which he would get for this act of chivalry.
Talking of this reminds me of an episode connected with that event. When
Nicholas had decided to send his troops to Hungary, he announced his
resolution in the town of Moscow, at the Kremlin Palace, to the nobility
and the notables of the ancient capital. His words were received with
immense enthusiasm, and a loud “Hurrah!” was the reply to them. The
Emperor looked round him, and suddenly noticed that one of his personal
friends, the same man who seven years later was to bring him for the
last time before he died news of Sebastopol, that that man alone kept
silent and in the background. When all was over and the Sovereign had
retired to his own rooms, he had him called and asked him: “Why did you
not shout ‘Hurrah!’ with the rest?” “Because I was thinking of the day
when Austria would astonish your Majesty with its ingratitude,” was the
unexpected reply. Nicholas sighed. “You may be right,” he said, after a
pause, “but I haven’t sent my troops to help Austria, I have sent them
to help a brother Sovereign.”
This anecdote gives the key to the character of this extraordinary
monarch, the Sir Galahad of crowned heads, who up to the last moment
would not believe that England and France would fight against him for
the interests of Turkey, and who never wavered in his trust in Queen
Victoria, whom he immensely admired since the visit which he had paid to
her at Windsor when she was quite a young wife, and whose portrait
adorned his writing-table to the last days of his life. Intensely as he
hated English politicians and politics, he made a distinction between
the Queen and her Ministers, and whilst distrusting the latter, had the
utmost respect for the former, though at the same time not being able to
understand the mechanism of constitutional government, nor how
impossible it was for an English Sovereign to go against her Parliament
or the opinion of her responsible advisers. He attributed to timidity on
the part of Queen Victoria the failure of his attempt to come to a
direct understanding with her, as he had tried to establish by means of
a correspondence, which had not relieved the tension existing between
the Court of St. James and that of St. Petersburg in regard to the
Eastern Question; and anyone who would have told him that his
personality was not sympathetic to the Queen would have profoundly
surprised him. In his opinion all Sovereigns ought to like one another,
and prejudice in regard to each other was a thing he would not admit,
any more than he would admit the right of intruders, such as, in his
opinion, were Napoleon III. and Louis Philippe, to hold their own
against monarchs “by the grace of God.”
Nicholas I. has been accused of being narrow-minded. This was not the
case at all, but he was extremely firm in his opinions, and not empty of
prejudices. His hatred of revolution was keen, because he held that one
never knew where it would lead to, nor how it would end. His mother, the
Empress Marie Feodorovna, had brought him up to feel a horror and
execration of the French Revolution, and that mother he worshipped. She
had been a visitor at the Court of France during the reign of Louis
XVI., and had formed an enthusiastic friendship for the unfortunate
Marie Antoinette, who had welcomed so heartily the Comte and Comtesse du
Nord during their journey to France. The fate of the hapless Queen was a
frequent subject of conversation among the Imperial Family in St.
Petersburg, and it is no wonder that it excited hatred against all the
instruments of it. Moreover, the French emigrants had been very well
received by the Empress Catherine, and they had rapidly spread their
prejudices against the new ideas among the Russian aristocracy, and at
that time it was the aristocracy alone who ruled public opinion. It
upheld all Nicholas’s prejudices, even outdid them, and certainly no one
was bold enough to tell him that they were, perhaps, stretched too far,
and that the world must advance on the road of progress and liberty.
But the Emperor, in spite of this shortcoming of his otherwise powerful
mind, was fully aware that his country ought to follow to a certain
point the development of science, literature and politics of the rest of
Europe. What he wanted was to regulate that development, and there was
his error. The human mind cannot be treated like a soldier at drill. It
must be left a certain latitude of criticism and liberty, if only to
neutralise its efforts at independence. This the Emperor did not admit.
He considered literary men in the light of pests, and was sensible to
the appreciations of the press when these were directed against his
Government, whilst totally indifferent when they touched his own person.
Curious mixture of haughtiness and sensitiveness, which no one who did
not know him well could understand.
In his private life Nicholas I. was, above all things, a gentleman. His
wife he loved tenderly, and always and upon every occasion treated her
with the utmost respect. He was not a ladies’ man like his son. Indeed
the only _liaison_ which he had, and which was known, and not merely
suspected in Society, was his love for Mademoiselle Nélidoff, a maid of
honour of the Empress, who had succeeded in captivating him by the
cleverness of her mind, and who loved him on her side as few men have
ever been loved by women.
Mademoiselle Nélidoff was a remarkable person. Few have been gifted with
such tact, such intelligence, such penetration, and such a spirit of
self-sacrifice as she showed during the whole of her long life. Her
intimacy with the Emperor lasted many years, and never once did she
allow herself to fail in the least mark of respect towards the Empress,
or to assert herself in any way. She was always humble in her demeanour
towards the latter, always submissive, never aggressive in the least.
Nicholas used to come to her rooms every afternoon to talk over the
events of the day; but the most bitter enemy of Mademoiselle Nélidoff
could not say that she ever mixed herself up in politics, or tried to
play a rôle in Society, as many so circumstanced would have done. She
maintained the dignity of her womanhood so well that the world, whilst
it knew, yet could not affirm that she had won the affections of her
Sovereign, who, in his turn, never showed to her in public any
particular attention. The only time that he ever did so was at the very
beginning of their _liaison_, during a review in the park of Tsarskoye
Selo. The Empress, as usual in such cases, drove in front of the troops,
in an open carriage with her lady-in-waiting, who happened on that day
to be Mademoiselle Nélidoff. The Emperor, who was on horseback,
accompanied the carriage, and with an affectation totally foreign to his
usual strict observance of the conventions of life, remained the whole
time beside the carriage, and bending from his saddle, talked with the
young maid of honour, who in her turn became white and red, and appeared
to be very unhappy. The Empress, too, was quite upset, and an
eye-witness of this occurrence related afterwards that she was with
difficulty restraining her tears. But apart from this single occasion,
never once did Nicholas show in public that he was interested in the
charm of character and conversation of Mademoiselle Nélidoff.
The latter contrived to keep the good graces of her Imperial mistress,
and ended by winning her heart by her tact and submissiveness. And when
the Emperor was dying, it was the Empress Alexandra Feodorovna herself
who had the generosity to bring to her husband’s bedside, for a last
farewell, the woman who had loved him so well.
Mademoiselle Nélidoff never appeared in Society after the Emperor’s
death. She continued living at the Winter Palace, and went on fulfilling
her duties to the Dowager Empress until at length the latter died. Then
gradually the name of the woman who had won the heart of Nicholas I. was
forgotten. She retired entirely from the world, and, save a very few
chosen friends, never received anyone, or ever spoke about the past. The
silence of the grave closed upon her long before she was dead. Her
constant visitors were her brother-in-law, the husband of her deceased
sister, and his two sons, whom she dearly loved, but even with them she
remained silent as to the great drama of her life. No word ever passed
her lips concerning those past years of her youth, no confidence was
exchanged with anyone as to what she had felt whilst her romance had
lasted. She died at a very advanced age a year or two before the closing
of last century, after having burned all the papers or letters which she
possessed. The newspaper notices that she had passed away was the first
intimation received by many of those to whom her name was familiar from
childhood, of the fact that she had not long before passed from the land
of the living to that of eternal peace and rest.
CHAPTER II
ALEXANDER II. ON THE THRONE
At the time he ascended the Throne Alexander II. was very popular.
People had begun to get tired of the despotic rule of his father, and
the Crimean War with its loss of life and prestige and the disasters
which it had brought upon the nation had, as is usual in such cases,
aroused discontent against the existing order of things. Many Russians
who had lived abroad, and witnessed the perturbations occasioned in the
whole of Europe by the Revolution of 1848, held the opinion that in
Russia, too, something ought to be done to meet the aspirations of the
intelligent classes of Society towards an improvement in the Government.
The great qualities of the Emperor Nicholas were not questioned, but it
was felt that a monarch could not be everywhere, nor see for himself all
the needs of the nation, and that with a Sovereign less conscientious
than he was a system of absolutism such as he had maintained was not
possible. The Heir to the Throne, on the contrary, was credited with the
desire to govern more or less according to constitutional principles, to
try and introduce into Russia some of the reforms that had gradually
permeated the rest of Europe. It was known that his great ambition was
to emancipate the serfs, that he was humane, kind, and not the partisan
of a tyrannical inquisition as to the opinions of his future subjects.
As is usual in Royal Houses, the Emperor and his son had been at
variance on many points, and all those who were
[Illustration: EMPEROR NICHOLAS I.]
[Illustration: EMPEROR ALEXANDER II.]
tired of Nicholas looked towards his successor to reform the many abuses
that were known to exist. The Crimean War had been opposed by him, and
this alone would have made him popular; and yet, when the event dreaded
by a few and desired by many had taken place, when the remains of
Nicholas had been laid to rest with those of his ancestors in the
fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul, it was felt that somehow a great
light had gone out, and that it remained a question whether the critical
condition of the country could be bettered by the efforts of his
successor. Alexander II. also had enemies; these for the most part were
men in power whom it was difficult to remove at such a moment of
national peril, and between them and his own personal friends, who
wanted to replace them at once, the new Sovereign found himself in a
most difficult and embarrassing position, from whence he had not
sufficient strength of will to extricate himself.
The young Emperor had a great defect, which, to a certain extent, is
inherited by his grandson, the present Tsar, and that is a lack of
firmness and endurance in his character. He was easily influenced,
easily led, and apt to be easily discouraged by the slightest
difficulty. Exceedingly sensitive, he never forgave an injury or
pardoned a criticism. At heart he was really more autocratic than his
father, but, having been brought up with immense care and by people
imbued with Liberalism as it was understood at that time in Russia, he
exhibited a curious mixture of despotic and revolutionary ideas. Some
may think it anomalous to apply the term “revolutionary” to a Tsar of
Russia, but was not the emancipation of the serfs a revolution? Not in
its fact, but in the way in which it was conducted. Nicholas had dreamed
about it, but he had realised that a reform of such magnitude could not
be rushed; he saw in it dangers of further conspiracies against the
Throne, such as that of December 14, but of greater possibilities,
because they would not be confined to the upper classes, but would be
the revolt of unknown forces of the nation against an authority which
for ages had refused to acknowledge their existence.
Alexander II. was devoid of the power of realising the consequences of
events, and only gave his attention to the difficulties of the moment.
There was in him a strange blending of superstition and recklessness
which he never lost during his whole life. He was humane, and at the
same time could become intensely cruel; he was vindictive--the greatest
defect that a Sovereign can have--and his vindictiveness persisted
throughout his life. He was intelligent, cultured, but not clever; he
had none of the qualities indispensable to a great statesman, and
depended for his opinions to a large extent on those by whom he was
surrounded, and of these the men who flattered him most had the greatest
influence. He was exceedingly vain, and the many mistakes that marked
the close of his reign arose in part from wounded vanity. He had
principles; indeed, it would have been impossible for his father’s son
to be without them, but he did not live up to them, and at times he
could act like the most unprincipled of men. Few understood him, and it
is doubtful whether he understood himself, but he had full consciousness
of his power, and of all that it gave him, whilst not overburthened with
the sense of the responsibility that it entailed, which Nicholas I. had
felt so acutely. With several of his father’s failings, he had none of
the grand traits of the latter’s character; he was the type of an
absolute Sovereign, but not that of an autocrat; he could neither punish
nor forgive with dignity, and though he gave easily, yet his was not a
generous nature.
In the year of grace 1855, however, few were acquainted with the
character of Alexander II. That character, indeed, did not reveal itself
in its true light until after the disappointments of his reign had done
their work. At first the whole nation gave itself up to the task of
helping the Emperor, and when he received the solemn oath of allegiance
to his Crown from the principal dignitaries of the Empire, on the morrow
of his father’s death, he was greeted by them with very sincere
enthusiasm. The ceremony took place in the private chapel of the Winter
Palace, in the presence of the whole Imperial Family, including the
Empress Mother, who with indomitable courage was present in order to
support her son. She was dressed all in white, in accordance with the
Russian convention, which forbids the wearing of mourning at the
accession festivities of a Sovereign. The young Empress, too, appeared
in a white dress, unadorned, however, with a single jewel, and it was
noticed by everybody with what reverence she approached her
mother-in-law and kissed the latter’s hand, bending so low that her
knees almost touched the ground.
The Emperor every now and then wiped his eyes with the back of his hand,
and after the ceremony addressed a few words to the members of his
military household, thanking them for their past services and asking
them to show to him the same devotion that they had shown to his father.
He then also solemnly transmitted to them the touching message of
gratitude which Nicholas had caused to be inserted in his will, and
which was addressed by him to all those who had held office under him.
He added a few words of his own expressing the hope that peace,
_honourable peace_, would soon be concluded. The speech was delivered in
Russian, so as to be understood by all. It was very favourably received
both at home and abroad, and the European Bourses rose in consequence.
The general situation, however, was still felt to be full of danger and
anxiety; everyone knew that the task before the new Sovereign was
arduous in the extreme, and that it was impossible for him to begin
anything in the way of interior reforms until peace had been concluded.
At length the Congress met in Paris, thus increasing the prestige of the
Napoleonic dynasty which Nicholas had always refused to acknowledge, and
though Alexander II. did not like him, it was Count Orloff, the trusted
and intimate friend of his father, who was appointed by him as his
representative at this assembly, upon which the fate of Russia depended.
Count--afterwards Prince--Orloff was one of the curious figures of the
previous reign. He was a stern old man, even more autocratic perhaps
than his master, but kind at heart, and always careful not to abuse the
power which he wielded. He was the head of the famous “Third Section,”
as it was called, or the Department of the Secret Police, of the Empire,
and had the right to seek his Sovereign’s presence unannounced whenever
he thought it necessary. At that time it was usual for Court society to
carry all its family grievances to the foot of the Throne, and to ask
the Emperor to pronounce a final verdict upon them. That verdict always
depended on the report made by the head of the Third Section, and to
Count Orloff’s credit it must be said that he never profited by the
family secrets with which his office had made him familiar. He was the
type of an old Russian _grand seigneur_ or _barine_, as the Russian
peasantry say, with a dignity that never left him for a single moment,
even in the most trying circumstances; a man who fearlessly expressed
his opinion to his Emperor as well as to those with whom he came into
contact in his official position. He was intensely feared, but at the
same time immensely respected. The nation knew that its honour was safe
in his hands, and he was perhaps the only man in Russia with sufficient
authority to sign the Treaty of Paris; the humiliation of which would
never have been forgiven to anyone else.
Before he left for France he was received in audience by the young
Empress Marie Alexandrovna, and it was related then that she asked him
to notice particularly the Empress Eugénie and her manners and dresses.
The old man replied brusquely that he was not sent to the French Court
to pay any attention to a crowned adventuress, and, added he, “_Vous
devriez, madame, être la dernière à vous intéresser à ce monde là!_”
Of course, I do not vouch for the truth of the anecdote, but it was
related everywhere at the time.
Count Orloff received the title of Prince on his return from Paris, and
died not very long afterwards. He left an only son, who for a great
number of years represented his Government on the banks of the Seine,
under the Third Republic. His widow, _née_ Gérebtsoff, an exceedingly
clever woman, gifted with a very caustic wit, which made her rather
disliked in St. Petersburg, retired to Florence, where she possessed a
splendid palace, and passed her life there is quasi royal state. She was
a favourite with the Emperor Nicholas, who appreciated her austerity of
principles and her devotion to the Imperial House, but it was said that
the Empress stood in awe of her, and the Grand Dukes and Grand Duchesses
feared her exceedingly. Her verdicts in Society were dreaded, and either
made or marred worldly reputations. She execrated the Princess Lieven,
and used to declare that social spies--as she called people with the
political proclivities of the famous Princess--were just as contemptible
as those who did the dirty work of a spy for money. She could not
forgive meanness, and she considered it the worst of meannesses to
repeat what had been told one in confidence. Entirely trusted by her
husband, she knew more Imperial and social secrets than anyone else in
St. Petersburg, and never could she be accused of an indiscretion.
Princess Orloff was a great character; and it is to be regretted that
the type of woman she represented has almost ceased to exist.
The great event after peace had been concluded was the Coronation of the
new Emperor. Every European State sent representatives to attend it, and
it was the grandest ceremony witnessed for many years even in Russia.
France was represented by the Duc de Morny, Napoleon’s half-brother, and
to this day are related anecdotes of the mercantile spirit that
characterised that illegitimate descendant of a queen, and that made him
use his position, and the accruing privileges, to conduct financial
operations which turned out to be very profitable. For instance, he took
with him, under the diplomatic privilege which exempted him from Customs
dues, a whole cellar of the rarest wines, which he afterwards sold to
his acquaintances at prices perhaps higher than they would have paid to
a wine merchant. He also transported among his luggage his picture
gallery, already famous at the time, and he sold or exchanged some of
his art treasures under most favourable conditions. But he lavished on
Russian Society splendid hospitality, and won all his lady friends’
hearts by the amiability with which he brought them dresses and hats
from Paris. His mission was most successful, because his tact was great,
and his appreciation of men and things generally a true one, based as it
was on shrewd observation as much as on personal intuition. Before he
left Russia he married the young Princess Troubetzkoy, whom rumour said
was a favourite of Alexander II. Her mother had served as a
lady-in-waiting to the Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, and was the subject
of much Court gossip when Prince Troubetzkoy gallantly stepped in, and
made her his wife. The Duchesse de Morny was their only daughter.
Austria was represented at the Coronation of Alexander II. by Prince
Esterhazy, whose wonderful diamonds, with which his Hungarian costume
was trimmed, excited an immense sensation; England’s representative was
Lord Granville, whose ball was one of the most splendid given during the
time of the festivities. Belgium had dispatched the Prince de Ligne,
who, though the first personage of the kingdom, was not perhaps so
warmly welcomed as would have been the case had his wife not been a Pole
by birth, a Princess Lubomirska; Prussia had sent Prince Frederick
William, who in later years was to become the first Crown Prince of
United Germany. In truth, nothing was lacking to make this pageant a
memorable one in the fullest sense of the term.
Fair women also graced it with their presence, and foremost among them
were the two sisters of the Emperor, the Grand Duchesses Marie and Olga
Nicolaievna, the latter married to the Crown Prince of Würtemberg, and
his sister-in-law, the lovely Princess Alexandra of Saxe-Altenburg,
married to the Grand Duke Constantine. Pictures can give but a faint
idea of her extreme beauty, and her marvellous grace. For years she was
a conspicuous figure at Court, where her husband also had a prominent
position and great influence over his brother, who frequently took his
opinion and advice. He was supposed to be the promoter of Liberal
reforms, and consequently was disliked by the Old Russian party. In
spite of certain apprehensions the Coronation festivities passed off
quite brilliantly, and without the slightest hitch. They had in a
certain sense helped to allay the state of tension that had existed
between the Cabinets of Paris and St. Petersburg ever since the
accession of Napoleon to the French Throne. The Duc de Morny had
succeeded in ingratiating himself in the good graces of Alexander II.,
who was always keenly sensitive to those gifts of small talk and
conversation that the half-brother of the ruler of France possessed to
such perfection. He would have liked Morny permanently as Ambassador in
St. Petersburg, and Prince Gortschakov--who at that time was already at
the head of Foreign Affairs in Russia--would have felt pleased had this
been the case. The relations between the two statesmen remained always
cordial, even when those of their respective countries suffered again an
alteration owing to the unfortunate Polish mutiny in 1863. It was at
that time that De Morny wrote to the Imperial Chancellor in the
following terms:
“_29 Novembre, 1863._
“MON CHER PRINCE,
“_Votre lettre m’a fait plaisir et peine; plaisir pour ce qui me
concerne personnellement, peine pour ce qui a rapport aux relations
entre nos deux pays. Enfin, j’espère toujours qu’elles
s’amélioreront, et vous pourrez compter sur moi pour y
travailler._”
Unfortunately for himself, and perhaps for France, the Duc de Morny was
not destined to see the improvement in French relations which eventually
resulted in the Franco-Russian alliance.
CHAPTER III
ANECDOTES OF THE IMPERIAL FAMILY
When Alexander II. ascended the Throne the Imperial family was composed
of his three brothers, two sisters, his aunt the Grand Duchess Hélène
Pavlovna (widow of the youngest brother of the Emperor Nicholas I.) and
her daughter the Grand Duchess Catherine (married to Duke George of
Mecklenburg, and living with her husband in St. Petersburg) and of
Prince Peter of Oldenburg, the son of the Grand Duchess Catherine
Pavlovna, the youngest daughter of the late Emperor Paul.
We shall refer to all these august personages in turn, but will begin by
mentioning the two Empresses, the wife and the mother of the new Tsar.
The Empress Marie Alexandrovna was a fair, slight woman, very delicate
in health, who during the first years of her marriage had led a
singularly quiet existence in which her numerous babies played an
important part. Her husband had fallen in love with her, much to the
surprise of everybody. He had been sent to Germany with the idea of
marrying him to a German princess of higher rank than the daughter of
the Duke of Hesse, but the latter had appealed to him by her meek manner
and kindness of disposition. She had led a most unhappy life at home,
and therefore looked upon her marriage with the Grand Duke Alexander
quite as much as a means of escape from that as a brilliant match, such
as reasonably she could not have hoped for; and her feeling of intense
gratitude towards him made her later on bear with an extraordinary
patience his numerous infidelities.
Whilst her mother-in-law lived, Marie Alexandrovna never asserted
herself in the least, but later on she developed a great interest in the
numerous charitable institutions placed under her patronage, and
especially in the education of young girls belonging to the poorer
nobility. So long as her health permitted her to do so, she regularly
visited the various institutions where they were brought up, and
personally superintended the yearly examinations, knowing the
schoolgirls by name and later on following them in their future careers.
She was very reserved, very religious, very good, excessively
conscientious, and devoted to everything Russian and orthodox. During
the months preceding the Turkish War of 1877, she openly supported the
Slavonic party, and was very much under the influence of a certain
coterie, of which the most prominent members were her confessor, Father
Bajanov, and one of her ladies-in-waiting, the Countess Antoinette
Bloudoff, about whom we shall have something more to say later on. Very
unhappy in her married life, she sought in religion a comfort for the
deceptions which she felt very bitterly, but nevertheless was too proud
to admit. Extremely cultured, she used to read a great deal, and was _au
courant_ with everything that went on either in the literary or the
scientific world. Politics interested her greatly, though she would
never express a political opinion in public.
Few princesses have controlled a Court to the degree of perfection that
she did, and her manner, in that respect, never left anything to be
desired; nevertheless, her receptions were always cold, and it was
difficult to feel at one’s ease in her presence. She was extremely
respected, but she never unbent, though full of sympathy for the woes or
joys of others. At first she had tried to be of use to her husband, but
soon found out that he had very little time to give to her, and that her
constant ill health bored him to the extreme. All her hopes and
ambitions, therefore, had turned and were centred upon her eldest son,
the Grand Duke Nicholas, to whose education she had attended with the
greatest care, going so far as to read the same books that he did, and
to practically follow with him his course of studies. She loved him
passionately, and her affection was fully justified, for the young man
was not only attractive in the extreme, but also gifted with the rarest
qualities of heart and mind. There is no doubt that had his life been
spared he would have made a remarkable Sovereign, but he died at the
early age of twenty-two years, from the results of a fall from his
horse, which caused a disease of the spine. He was about to be married
to the Princess Dagmar of Denmark. The Empress never recovered from this
blow, and from then her own health began steadily to decline. She grew
silent and melancholy, and her sadness increased still more after her
only daughter’s marriage with the Duke of Edinburgh, and consequent
departure to live in England. Then came further disappointments,
political anxieties, all the terrors of Nihilism and its constant menace
to the Emperor. Domestic sorrows, too, ensued--the association of
Alexander II. with the Princess Dolgorouky; and at last, when the poor
Empress died, it was more from a broken heart than from the illness from
which she had suffered for a number of years.
Marie Alexandrovna was strict upon all matters of etiquette, and during
her reign precedence was observed at Court in the most rigid manner. She
was not very popular among Royal circles in Europe, partly on account of
that devotion to ceremonial, which became almost an obsession with her.
She had a very high opinion of her rank as Empress of Russia, and it is
said that when she went to England on the occasion of the birth of the
first child of the Duchess of Edinburgh, she was not satisfied with the
reception she had there, and declared that she would never return to a
country where they did not appreciate the honour that she had conferred
upon it by her presence. Her great delight were her visits to Darmstadt,
where she had built for herself, in the neighbourhood of the town, a
castle called Heiligenberg, which she left in her will to her brother
Prince Alexander of Hesse, who was her great favourite, notwithstanding
his unequal marriage with Mademoiselle von Haucke. That marriage nearly
caused the banishment of the Prince from the Russian Court, so incensed
was the Emperor Nicholas, not so much at the marriage itself, but at the
circumstances that had attended it. Mademoiselle Julie von Haucke was a
maid of honour to the Empress; the Prince fell in love with her, and the
romance was accidentally discovered one day during an official dinner,
when the young girl suddenly fainted. The Prince was ordered by the Tsar
to marry her, and both were exiled from the Court, in spite of the tears
of the Tsarevna.
Mademoiselle von Haucke was in her turn granted the title, first of
Countess, and, later on, of Princess of Battenberg, and she remained
always upon good terms with her Imperial sister-in-law.
The Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, the consort of Nicholas I., was most
incensed at this escapade of the brother of her daughter-in-law, and the
relations between the two ladies became very strained in consequence. In
fact, they had never been very cordial, because the Empress, in spite of
her great kindness and amiability, imposed upon the Tsarevna and rather
crushed her. The young timid girl never felt at her ease before the
elder lady, with her grand eighteenth-century manners. Even after she
became Empress she was always nervous in presence of her mother-in-law,
whom, nevertheless, she continually treated with the utmost respect.
Alexandra Feodorovna was extremely liked among St. Petersburg Society,
into the interests of which she had entered almost from the first day of
her arrival in Russia. She knew everybody, had learned by heart the
different family alliances and the genealogy of all the people who were
introduced to her. Without being regularly beautiful like her mother the
famous Queen Louise of Prussia, she had an extraordinary charm of manner
and wonderful grace in all her movements. It is said that when she
entered a room it was with such quiet dignity that everybody felt awed,
but at the same time delightfully impressed. She liked Society, and was
always surrounded by her friends. Every evening a few people were
invited to take tea with her and the Emperor, who in that way learned to
know persons and to hear what was going on through other channels than
his Ministers. Even after her widowhood, the Empress continued to
receive guests in a quiet way, until her health, which had always been
extremely delicate, forbade it. Then she used to get the members of her
family to gather round her, and amuse her with their tales and stories
as to what was going on in the world. Her favourite brother was Prince
William of Prussia, afterwards the Emperor William I., and in him she
used to confide whenever she found any difficulty in her path. The two
remained close friends until the Empress’s death, and the friendship was
continued by Alexander II., who was always upon intimate terms with his
Prussian uncles, and nearly always favoured the policy of a
_rapprochement_ with Germany.
As I have said already, the Emperor Alexander had three brothers. The
elder of them, the Grand Duke Constantine Nicolaievitch was a very
remarkable man. Singularly clever, he had been most carefully educated,
and with zeal that is rare among members of Royal Houses, had profited
by this education, and developed the gifts which nature had showered
upon him. He had strong Liberal leanings, and was the adviser of his
brother in the great reforms which followed upon the emancipation of the
serfs. It can safely be affirmed that without him the emancipation would
not have taken place so soon. It was he who brought to the Sovereign’s
notice the men who were able to help him to put his generous intentions
into operation, and supported them in spite of the violent opposition
which they encountered. It was he who called into existence the
different commissions over which he presided, and induced the Emperor to
appoint to a responsible post in the Ministry of the Interior Nicholas
Milioutine, the brother of the future Field-Marshal Count Dmitry
Milioutine. To the efforts of the former, seconded by the famous
Samarine and by Prince Tcherkassky, were due the principal reforms which
marked the reign of Alexander II.
At one time the Grand Duke was the most praised and the most hated man
in the whole of the Empire. The Old Russian or Conservative party
declared him to be a dangerous Radical, whilst the Liberals praised
without limit the courage he showed in prompting his brother to lead
Russia on the path of necessary reforms, and to continue the work of
Peter the Great by bringing her into line with other European nations.
At his house could be met all the intelligent men in Russia, no matter
whether or not they had an official rank. He was the first to try to
break through that circle of bureaucracy in which the country was
confined, the first to attempt to do away with the _Tchin_, that plague
of Russia. He had the instincts of a statesman, though through the
tendency of his education he did not admit that a statesman could
influence his nation against the wishes of its ruler, and held that it
was that ruler alone who could decide as to what was good or bad for it.
In his heart of hearts, he secretly envied his brother, and would fain
have been in his place. He was, indeed, accused by his enemies of having
ambitious designs against his lawful Sovereign; but that was an
absurdity, for the Grand Duke was above everything else a Romanoff, who
only cared for the welfare of his House, and had its respect for its
head. What he certainly would have liked would have been to be granted
more official authority than was the case.
At last, however, the governmental talents of the Grand Duke were put to
a test. He was sent as Viceroy to Warsaw, when revolutionary trouble was
brewing. It was hoped that by the introduction of Liberal reforms, and a
kind of autonomy, under the guidance of a member of the Imperial House,
the threatened storm would be averted. Constantine went to Warsaw, and
with his beautiful wife he held a Court there; they both tried to make
themselves popular with all classes, going so far as to call a son that
was born to them by the Polish name of Viatcheslav. Further, to give
more significance to the mission of peace he had undertaken, he called
to the head of his Ministry one of the rare Poles who really understood
the needs of their country, the Marquis Vielopolski.
It was all in vain; the insurrection broke out, Vielopolski was
compelled, amid execrations and curses, to fly from Warsaw, the Grand
Duke himself was fired upon, and had to acknowledge that his essay of a
constitutional government on the banks of the Vistula had failed. He
went back to St. Petersburg, to find his influence with his brother
singularly diminished, and himself looked upon as a revolutionary to
whose policy was due all the horrors and difficulties which followed
upon the unfortunate rebellion of 1863. His political career was ended.
He then concentrated all his efforts upon the Navy. He was High Admiral
and Commander-in-Chief of all the naval forces, but there again
misfortune pursued him. His was a great mind, capable of great
conceptions, but quite unable to grapple with details. His
administration was not a success, and he carried his neglect so far that
rumours went about that a great proportion of the secret funds granted
to the Navy had found their way into his pockets.
The war with Turkey in 1877 revealed the unsatisfactory condition of the
Navy, but Alexander II. was still too fond of his brother to deprive him
of his post, and it was only after the Emperor’s assassination that the
Grand Duke Constantine, whose relations with his nephew the new Tsar
were most unsatisfactory, himself resigned his various offices. The
Grand Duke was fond of spending money, and was in his later years
essentially _un homme de plaisir_. After having been passionately in
love with his wife, the Princess Alexandra of Saxe-Altenburg--who
certainly was one of the most beautiful women of her day--he ended by
completely neglecting her; they scarcely saw each other until the last
illness, which prostrated the Grand Duke, when his consort, forgetting
old grievances, went to nurse him in the distant Crimea, where he had
retired.
His eldest son, the Grand Duke Nicholas Constantinovitch, was the hero
of a scandal which resulted in his exile to Taschkent, where he remains
to the present moment, having married there the daughter of a police
officer.
As for the other children of the Grand Duke Constantine Nicolaievitch,
one daughter is the Dowager Queen of Greece, who is so beloved
everywhere, and whose popularity in her adopted country is as great as
it is in her own; the other, the Grand Duchess Wéra, died a short time
ago, the widow of Duke Eugène of Würtemberg. The second son, Constantine
Constantinovitch, is the cleverest man in the Imperial Family; he has
written several volumes of verses, and is President of the Imperial
Academy of Sciences. His youngest brother, the Grand Duke Dmitri, is a
keen sportsman, and one of those happy creatures that have no history.
The second brother of Alexander II., the Grand Duke Nicholas
Nicolaievitch, was a very handsome man, whose features closely resembled
those of the Emperor Nicholas. But with this resemblance the likeness
ended. He was not stupid in the strict sense of the word, but ignorant,
self-opinionated, stubborn, and very vindictive, a trait he shared in
common with his elder brother. There is a curious anecdote about him,
for the authenticity of which I can vouch. He was once president of a
commission, one of the members of which was a great personal friend of
the Sovereign, a man who always had his _franc parler_, and whose
opinion had often been taken into consideration by the stern Nicholas I.
This man disliked the Grand Duke, and having suddenly noticed that the
latter counted under the table upon his fingers whilst discussing
certain credits for the Army, interrupted brusquely with the remark:
“_Monseigneur, quand on sait settlement compter sur ses doigts, on se
tait._”
The scandal can be imagined.
In spite of this deficiency in his arithmetical attainments, the Grand
Duke was entrusted with various military commands, and was
Commander-in-Chief of the Army during the war with Turkey. It is well
known how utterly incompetent he showed himself in that capacity and the
disasters which were due to his obstinacy and want of foresight. Public
opinion was very bitter against him for his incapacity. He died only a
few months before his brother, the Grand Duke Constantine, and his
splendid palace was acquired by the Crown for the purposes of a college
for young girls, which is known as the Xenia Institute, and which was
founded by the late Emperor at the time of his eldest daughter’s
marriage.
The Grand Duke Nicholas left two sons, both of whom are married to
daughters of the King of Montenegro.
The youngest brother of Alexander II., the Grand Duke Michael
Nicolaievitch, died only quite recently, and was always very highly
thought of and deeply respected by all the Imperial Family. Even his
stern nephew the Emperor Alexander III. reverenced him, and frequently
turned to him for advice. He had occupied for many years the responsible
position of Viceroy of the Caucasian provinces, and had filled it to
general satisfaction. His wife, the Grand Duchess Olga Feodorovna, by
birth a Princess of Bade, was one of the most cultured princesses in
Europe, and a woman of brilliant intellect, kind heart, and charming
manners. She was the type of the _grande dame_ of past days, full of
gentleness and dignity, and altogether an exception to the general mould
after which princesses are fashioned. Her conversation was exceptional,
and her powers of assimilation quite remarkable. When she liked she
could win all hearts, even those of her enemies.
On her return from the long absence in the Caucasus her house became the
rendezvous of all the intellectual and artistic elements of St.
Petersburg Society, and she was rather feared by the other ladies of the
Imperial
[Illustration: BROTHERS OF ALEXANDER II.
Grand Duke Constantine Nicolaievitch Grand Duke Michael Nicolaievitch
BROTHERS OF ALEXANDER III.
Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovitch Grand Duke Alexis Alexandrovitch
]
Family for her authoritative manners and domineering spirit.
The Grand Duke distinguished himself during the Turkish War, where he
won the Grand Cross of St. George and the baton of Field-Marshal. He was
a tall man, with the characteristic features of the Romanoffs, a long
beard, and altogether the look of a thorough _grand seigneur_. He kept
in favour during three reigns, and was extremely regretted when he died,
especially by the Dowager Empress. His wife had predeceased him by a
number of years; she died on her way to the Crimea from the shock which
she sustained when she heard of her second son’s marriage with the
Countess Torby.
The grand ducal couple had a large family--six sons and one daughter,
who is now Dowager Duchess of Mecklenburg-Schwerin.
Of the three daughters born to the Emperor Nicholas I. and the Empress
Alexandra Feodorovna, the second, Alexandra, died a few months after
marriage; she was extremely beautiful, and it is said that her mother
never recovered from the blow caused by her death. The youngest--the
Grand Duchess Olga, with whom an Austrian Archduke had been in love, and
whose proposed marriage had failed on account of religious
questions--became Queen of Würtemberg, and had neither a happy nor a
pleasant life. She also was extremely beautiful, and possessed of her
mother’s grand manner, a Sovereign every inch of her, with that born
dignity which it is next to impossible to acquire. Her husband was her
inferior in everything, and no children were born to her in whom she
could have forgotten her other disappointments. She died after a
lingering illness, very much regretted by those who knew her well, but
almost a stranger to the country over which she had reigned.
Not less lovely, but with a very different disposition, was her eldest
sister, the Grand Duchess Marie Nicolaievna, who married the son of
Prince Eugène de Beauharnais and Princess Amelia of Bavaria. Clever,
with a shade of intrigue, wonderfully gifted, but of a passionate, warm
disposition, she made a very inferior marriage, from sheer
disappointment at having missed a brilliant alliance which her coquetry
had caused to be abandoned. Extremely fascinating, a fact of which she
was perfectly aware, she was a general favourite in society, and so much
beloved that by a kind of tacit agreement everybody united their efforts
to hide from her stern father her numerous frailties. When at length the
Duke of Leuchtenberg wanted to make a scandal and separated from his
wife, the Emperor interfered, and granted to his daughter’s children the
title of Prince (or Princess) Romanovsky. She afterwards married Count
Gregoire Strogonoff, but lacked the courage to tell the fact to the
Emperor, and Nicholas I. died in ignorance of it. There is no doubt he
would never have forgiven her, though the Strogonoffs rank among the
great nobles of Russia. The union, indeed, was only acknowledged by
Alexander II. after a long struggle. The Grand Duchess bought a villa in
Florence, and spent there a great part of the year, surrounded by
artists and indulging in her taste for painting and sculpture. She had
been elected President of the Academy of Arts in St. Petersburg, and her
efforts were certainly directed towards the development of artistic
activity in her native country. She died in Russia, whither she had
wished to be brought back when it became evident that she was attacked
by an incurable disease. By her first husband she left two daughters and
four sons, one of whom was killed during the Turkish campaign. By her
second marriage she had one daughter, called Hélène, who was the
favourite of the present Dowager Empress; she was twice married, first
to a Colonel Scheremetieff, and secondly to an officer named
Miklachevsky, and died not long ago. She bore an extreme likeness to her
grandfather, the Emperor Nicholas I., and, though a very great lady in
manner, was not a favourite in St. Petersburg Society, which found her
haughty and stiff.
The magnificent palace of the Grand Duchess Marie Nicolaievna, which had
been given to her as a wedding present by her father when she was united
to the Duke of Leuchtenberg, was sold to the Crown by her children after
her death. It is at present the seat of the Council of the Empire, and
except the walls nothing is left to remind one of the lovely woman who
was once the mistress of it, nor of the festivities of which it was the
scene for so many long years.
CHAPTER IV
THE INFLUENCE OF THE GRAND DUCHESS HÉLÈNE PAVLOVNA
Among the remarkable women whom it has been my fortune to meet, the
Grand Duchess Hélène Pavlovna certainly holds the first place. For a
long series of years she was the most important member of the Russian
Imperial family, and her influence was exercised far and wide, and even
outbalanced that of the reigning Empress. She was not only a leader of
society, but a serious factor in both foreign and home politics. It was
she who gave to her nephew, the Emperor Alexander II., the first idea of
the emancipation of the serfs, and more than that, it was she who gave
him the first hint as to how this reform could be accomplished. Assisted
by the advice of several remarkable men, such as Nicholas Milioutine,
Prince Tcherkassky, and others, she gave their liberty to the peasants
of her property of Karlovka in the Government of Poltava. This event
sounded the first knell of the old regime, and it is to the everlasting
honour of the Grand Duchess that it came to be heard through her
generous initiative.
She was no ordinary person then, this Princess, who, after a childhood
spent at the small Court of Stuttgart, was suddenly introduced to all
the splendours of that of St. Petersburg. Left a widow at a
comparatively early age, she could not, so long as her brother-in-law
the Emperor Nicholas reigned, aspire to a political rôle. Yet her
serious mind was tired of the vain and empty life she was condemned to
lead, so she contrived to make her palace the centre of artistic and
literary Russia. Every author, painter or sculptor was welcomed there,
and every politician too. It was murmured, and even related, that the
report of the liberty which was indulged in the conversations held at
these gatherings reached the Emperor himself, who once remonstrated with
his sister-in-law on the subject and received from her the proud reply:
“_Il vaut mieux pour vous, Sire, qu’on cause chez moi tout haut, plutôt
que de conspirer chez les autres tout bas_.”
Nevertheless, she was obliged to restrain herself in the expression of
her opinions after these remarks were made to her, and it was not until
her nephew ascended the throne that she began to play an open part in
politics, and to acquire real influence in that direction. Her palace
soon became a centre of Liberalism, as it was understood at the time,
and it is certain that her evening parties, to which everyone of
importance in Russia, with or without Court rank, was invited, were of
great use to Alexander II., who found it convenient to meet at his
aunt’s house people whom it would have been next to impossible for him
to see anywhere else.
The Grand Duchess Hélène, among her great qualities, possessed the rare
one of being able to discover and appreciate people of real merit.
“_Elle se connait en hommes_,” was the judgment passed upon her by
Bismarck, who also knew how to judge the merits of individuals. Her
clear brain was unaffected by prejudice, although she appreciated the
important part it plays in the judgments of the world. She was
altogether superior to these judgments, even when they were passed upon
herself. Thus she never wavered in her friendship for Nicholas
Milioutine, who, in spite of the cruel insinuations that were made in
St. Petersburg Society regarding that friendship--insinuations that the
high moral character of the Princess ought to have preserved her from.
Strange to say, the person who most warmly defended the Grand Duchess
against these calumnies was the Empress Marie Alexandrovna herself. She
did not like her aunt, nor sympathise with her opinions, but she had a
strong sense of justice, and, moreover, felt that, as the first lady in
the Empire, it was her duty to protect the second one from unmerited
disgrace. She therefore consented to meet Milioutine one evening, and
after he had been presented to her she received him with kindness, and
even discussed with him a few points concerning the emancipation of the
serfs that was then the topic of the day, and the mere suggestion of
which had brought such a storm about the heads of those who were in
favour of it. It was upon that occasion that the Empress expressed the
judgment which was considered so true at the time, and sounds so strange
to-day: “_Il m’a toujours semble que ces grands mots de conservateurs,
de rouges, de revolutionnaires n’avaient pas de partis_.” Poor Empress!
Subsequent events were to afford a terrible contradiction!
So long as the Liberal reforms were on the _tapis_, the salon of Hélène
Pavlovna retained its importance. People used to try their utmost to be
received by her, because they knew that it offered them the possibility
of meeting and even speaking with the Sovereign. All the Ministers of
Alexander II., General (afterwards Count) Milioutine, M. Abaza, M.
Valouieff, the famous Samarine, were habitués of her evening parties. It
was at her instigation that the question of compulsory military service
was first mentioned to the Emperor. It was during a dinner which she
gave to Prince Tcherkassky, before the latter’s departure for Poland,
that the reform of the Legislative Code was first discussed, and the
introduction of the _juges de paix_, in imitation of those of France,
was decided.
Whenever a step was made in the road of progress and Liberalism, it was
the Grand Duchess Hélène who was the first to notice it, and to show her
appreciation of it. Ofttimes she carried her enthusiasm too far, and
harmed instead of doing good to the causes which she had taken to heart.
Gossip began to accuse her of intrigues, which, if the truth be said,
were not absolutely foreign to her nature. She liked to make herself
important, to be thought the principal personage in Russia, to be
considered as the person who had the greatest influence over her nephew
Alexander II. It was a very innocent little weakness, but it made her
sometimes ridiculous, and certainly her opinions would have had greater
weight had she not talked so much, and especially restrained her friends
from talking so much, about her influence and her importance. She
aspired to the position of a Richelieu, and did not realise that it was
rather as that of his councillor, the famous Père Joseph, she could have
attained more easily her goal, which was that of governing and reforming
Holy Russia.
With all this, however, she exercised a great influence on St.
Petersburg Society; she was a really great lady, a princess of the old
style, pure and proud, who looked upon the world from an ivory chair,
who never allowed herself any meanness, any petty vengeance, or
forgetfulness of the position she filled in the world. She was an
incomparable hostess, though her evening parties were thought dull by
those whose powers of conversation were limited, or who cared only for
small talk. No one knew better than she how to receive her guests or to
put them at their ease, and though slander or gossip were excluded from
her conversation, yet she sometimes unbent, and would relate with much
spirit anecdotes concerning her arrival in Russia, and the first years
of her married life. This reminds me of one occasion when she told us
the following amusing story of the Emperor Nicholas’s sternness in all
questions of military service. It was so funnily related that I entered
it in my diary as soon as I got home, and I will repeat it now, as I
heard it from her lips on that day. The conversation had centred by
accident on the Emperor, and someone said that he had been capable of
very cruel things. The Grand Duchess instantly protested with energy.
“The Emperor was not cruel,” she said; “he punished when it was
necessary, but I never remember his punishing anyone unjustly, or having
done any really cruel act. He was, with all his severity, the kindest of
men. The only time that I have heard of his having been cruel was on one
occasion”--and she smiled at the remembrance of what she was going to
relate--“and that was as follows: The Emperor very often used to drive
out quite alone through the streets of St. Petersburg to see what was
going on. At that time there was a guard-house close to the Alexander
Nevski Convent. Now it was the custom when the Emperor--and for the
matter of that any member of the Imperial Family--happened to pass
there, for the guard to come out and present arms, and if the officer in
command had been obliged for some reason or other to remain indoors, the
senior non-commissioned officer came out in his place. Now on that
particular occasion the officer on guard happened to be a certain
Captain K----, who, thinking that no one would ever hear about it, had
simply undressed and gone to bed, leaving his subordinate to see to
things during the night. The Emperor had slept badly, and went out at
the early hour of six o’clock. When he passed the guard-house and saw
that the officer did not come out, he had his carriage stopped, and
inquired where the officer was. Upon receiving the reply that he was
indoors, the Emperor went in. The first sight that met his eyes was
Captain K----, sleeping upon the camp bed which was reserved for the
officer in case of need, and completely undressed. The Sovereign shook
him by the arm. One can fancy the feelings of the unfortunate man when
he saw who it was that was awakening him. ‘Get up,’ said the Emperor,
‘and follow me. No; don’t dress yourself--come _as you are_.’ And he
dragged him _as he was_, without even the most indispensable garment on,
and ordered him to sit beside him in his carriage. Thus, completely
undressed, he brought him back to the Winter Palace, whence he ordered
him to be sent, still undressed, to the Caucasus, where he was degraded
to the rank of a common soldier. That was the only cruel deed I knew the
late Emperor to do,” added the Grand Duchess, “and then he very soon
pardoned Captain K---- and restored him to his favour. It is certain
that the captain would in time have made a career, in spite of this
unfortunate incident, had he not been killed during the Hungarian
campaign.”
I repeat this story to afford some idea of the conversation at these
celebrated evening parties at the Palais Michel, as the home of the
Grand Duchess Hélène was called, and to show that, with all her
reputation of a blue-stocking, she was not above repeating a funny
anecdote to amuse her guests. It is therefore a mistake to say that her
conversation was pedantic, and that outside of politics nothing ever
amused her. She could laugh, in spite of her stiffness, which was more
apparent than real, and her ceremonious manners proceeded rather from
her education than from the haughtiness with which she was credited.
After the Polish mutiny of 1863, the importance of the Grand Duchess
Hélène decreased. A certain reaction had already set in, after the
enthusiasm which had accompanied the manifesto of February 19th, 1861,
granting liberty to the serfs, and the old Conservative party had
succeeded in proving to the Emperor that he had underestimated the
difficulties of the reform, especially in its connection with the
agrarian question. At the same time the disappointment which attended
the essay in constitutional government in Poland by the Grand Duke
Constantine was causing acute irritation. It had been whispered at these
weekly gatherings at the Palais Michel that if the Emperor’s brother
succeeded in Warsaw something of the same kind might be tried in St.
Petersburg, and a responsible Cabinet instituted on the lines of those
of Western Europe. The attempt having failed, its discredit fell on the
promoters of it, primarily on the Grand Duke and his aunt, whose advice
he had been credited with following. Several councillors of the Emperor,
like old Count Panine, represented to him that too much latitude had
been allowed the Grand Duchess Hélène, and that she ought to be reminded
that in Russia it was not allowed to discuss the actions of the
Sovereign, and still less to disapprove of them. After this a certain
coolness existed between aunt and nephew, and the journeys abroad of the
Grand Duchess became longer and more frequent; but when she was in St.
Petersburg she did not change her habits, and continued to receive her
friends, to give her parties, and to express her opinions. Gradually,
however, the tone of her salon changed, and artistic matters were more
to the front than had been the case before. She also gave her attention
to charitable and scientific institutions, and the hospital of
experimental medicine which bears her name testifies to the present day
of the interest with which she followed the progress of medical science.
She died at a relatively advanced age, in the beginning of the year
1873.
Her daughter, the Grand Duchess Catherine, tried to follow in the
footsteps of her mother, but though kind-hearted, she had not the
brilliancy of the Grand Duchess Hélène, and so did not succeed in
replacing her. Her dinners and parties, even when the same people
attended them, lacked the animation, and especially the ease, which had
distinguished the former gatherings at the Palais Michel.
The Grand Duchess Hélène had as friend and helper her lady-in-waiting,
the Baroness Editha Rhaden. Just as remarkable a person in her way as
her august mistress, she was the life of the Palais Michel. Extremely
clever, and still more learned, she made it her business to read
everything that was worth reading, to know everybody worth knowing, and
to study every question worth studying. She was also the channel through
which news of the outside world and the opinions of the various
political circles of the capital used to reach the Grand Duchess. She
attended to her correspondence, and often replied to the letters which
the latter received or transmitted her orders to those who looked to the
aunt of the Sovereign for direction in matters of State. A curious note
sent to Nicholas Milioutine testifies how thoroughly the Baroness Rhaden
was identified with the aspirations of the party which had put its hopes
under the patronage of the Grand Duchess Hélène. It was written in the
month of October, 1860, just at the time when the commission which was
elaborating the project of the emancipation of the serfs was bringing
its work to a close, and when unexpected difficulties had suddenly
cropped up. I give it here in its original French, together with a
translation:--
“_Je suis chargée de vous annoncer une bonne nouvelle, secrète encore,
c’est que le grand duc Constantin est nommé president du grand comité,
et qu’à son retour l’Empereur présidera lui-même. Avais-je raison ce
matin de croire à une Providence spéciale pour la Russie, et pour nous
tous?_”
(I have been asked to give you some good news, which is as yet secret,
and that is that the Grand Duke Constantine has been appointed President
of the Grand Committee, and that after his return here the Emperor will
himself preside. Was I not right this morning in thinking that there
existed a special Providence for Russia, and for us all?)
Editha Rhaden was a charming person, rather given, perhaps, to exuberant
enthusiasm, which prevented her from appreciating the real worth of
things as well as of people, but with real intelligence, sound
principles, and brilliant conversational powers. She was perhaps
slightly _poseuse_ and rather given to exaggerate both her own and her
Imperial mistress’s importance. A great stickler for etiquette, she
contrived to give a ceremonious appearance to the smallest gathering,
and she was famed for the magnificence of her curtseys whenever a
crowned head came into a room. She lived only within the atmosphere of a
Court, and when absent from it seemed lost and utterly out of her
element; but she was thoroughly genuine, incapable of a mean act, and
very much liked even by those who smiled at her innocent foibles. After
the death of the Grand Duchess Hélène, whom she did not survive very
long, she continued to receive those who had been habitués of the Palais
Michel, and held a small Court of her own, whose importance she
overvalued. When she died she was generally regretted, for she had tried
to do all the good she possibly could, and no one could reproach her
with a bad action or a bad use of the influence which at one time she
unquestionably possessed.
Another important member of the Imperial Family was Prince Peter of
Oldenburg, the cousin of the Emperor. His entire existence was given up
to deeds of charity, or to questions of education. He was the founder of
a school which has given to Russia some of its most distinguished
citizens, and which to this day is considered to be one of the best in
the Empire. The Mary Magdalen Hospital was also due to his initiative.
He was almost venerated by all classes of society, and when he died even
the cab-drivers of St. Petersburg were heard to mourn him as one of
their best friends. His son, Prince Alexander, married the Princess
Eugénie of Leuchtenberg, the daughter of the Grand Duchess Marie
Nicolaievna by her first husband, the son of Eugène de Beauharnais, of
Napoleonic fame. He is also a very distinguished man.
CHAPTER V
THE REFORMS OF ALEXANDER II. AND HIS MINISTERS
When Alexander II. ascended the Throne, it was known--and, what is more,
it was felt--that by the force of circumstances alone his reign was
bound to be one of serious reforms. It was known also both at home and
abroad that these reforms would be strenuously opposed by all his
father’s friends, Ministers, and advisers. People wondered whether the
young Sovereign would prove to have sufficient energy to change an order
of things which it was to the interests of many old servants of the
Imperial regime to retain as they were. Public opinion, however, was
soon enlightened as to the intentions of the Emperor, because when he
received deputations of the nobility, on the occasion of his Coronation,
he publicly declared to them his intention to grant liberation to the
serfs. His announcement caused a great sensation, but as time went on
and the great reform, though discussed everywhere, was delayed, it was
thought that the Government and Alexander himself feared the
consequences of such a revolutionary measure. The problems which it
raised were of the most serious character and threatened to shake the
very foundations of the empire. The matter was especially complicated in
its agrarian aspect, for the very right of property, as it had hitherto
been understood in Russia, was jeopardised. One cannot wonder,
therefore, that even a Liberal monarch hesitated before making the
fateful stroke of his pen that would irrevocably settle the matter.
As is usual in Russia, a committee was appointed to study the question,
and, thanks to the efforts of Prince Gortschakov, who was one of his
strongest supporters, Nicholas Milioutine was appointed, under General
Lanskoi, to bring into order the different propositions submitted to the
committee; he was to endeavour to evolve a scheme that would be
acceptable both to the enthusiastic supporters and the indignant
opponents of the reform, the principle of which, nevertheless, the
latter felt could not be avoided any longer.
It is not within the limits of this book to deal with the individuality
of Milioutine, nor of the influence exercised by him during the eventful
years which followed the accession of Alexander II. to the Throne. He
was a most remarkable man, both as regards intellect and character, but
he was one of the most disliked personages in Russia. By a strange
stroke of destiny, after having borne the reputation of being an extreme
Radical, and being under suspicion of the Emperor himself, who for a
long time refused to employ him, Milioutine, thanks to the protection of
the Grand Duchess Hélène and of Prince Gortschakov, found himself called
to collaborate with the Sovereign in the most important act of his
reign. Later on, as soon as the reform over which they had both worked
had become an accomplished fact, Milioutine fell once more under his
Sovereign’s displeasure and was rudely dismissed before he had been able
to show what he could do towards regulating the machine which he had set
in motion.
The dismissal of Milioutine was typical of Alexander II. and of the
indecision which was one of the defects in his character. He never had
the patience nor the necessary endurance to wait for the natural
development of events and for the consequences of his actions; he
considered that they were bound to be successful, simply because he
wished them to be so. His was a nature that expected praise and
gratitude not only from individuals but from nations. He had nursed big
dreams of glory, and would have been perfectly happy had the enthusiasm
with which he was greeted by his subjects on that eventful day of
February 19th, 1861, lasted for ever. That it did not do so made him
angry, all forgetful of the fact that the brightest day is sometimes
followed by the blackest night.
Alexander, indeed, had a great deal of childishness in his character. As
a child breaks his playthings, so he would treat people who had ceased
to please him; and this fatal trait of character, which so often made
him withdraw to-day what he had given yesterday, was one of the many
causes that shattered the popularity which at one time seemed so deep
and lasting.
No one who was in St. Petersburg at the time of the emancipation of the
serfs will ever forget the morning of that great day in February, 1861.
The excitement in the capital was intense. Up to the last moment people
had doubted whether the Sovereign would have the courage to put his name
to the measure. Even the most Liberal among the upper classes, those who
for a long time had wished for the day when slavery would be abolished,
were fearful of the manner of its accomplishment. It must not be
supposed that the old Russian nobility were entirely against the
emancipation. What they objected to was the lines upon which the Emperor
wanted it to be brought about, and the forced expropriation of what
belonged to the landlords in order to give it to the peasants. Those who
knew these peasants well felt how very dangerous it was to imbue these
ignorant people with the idea that the Sovereign could take from his
nobles lands to give to the peasants. Events have proved that these
adversaries of the great reform were right; it was this fatal mistake
that spoiled the great work which, conducted differently, would have
immortalised Alexander II. not only as a humane, but also as a wise
Sovereign.
All this was discussed on the eve of that February 19th, and everybody
knew that frantic efforts were being made on both sides to delay or to
hasten the important decision. It was said that some of the promoters of
the projected reform, in order to break down the last hesitations of the
Sovereign, had tried to frighten him with the threat of an insurrection
of the masses if it was not promulgated. A curious note from the Grand
Duchess Hélène to Milioutine shows us the apprehensions felt in high
quarters as to what might follow a deception of the hopes raised among
the peasant class.
“I think it right to warn you that my servants have told me that if
there was nothing for the 19th, the _tchern_ (populace) would come
before the Palace and ask for a solution. I think one ought to pay some
attention to that piece of gossip, because at the present moment a
demonstration would be fatal for our hopes.”
As a matter of fact, no demonstration was ever planned, or could have
taken place in view of the precautions taken by the police; but this
apprehension of the Grand Duchess was typical of the nervous excitement
among the upper classes at the time.
The Emperor, however, had made up his mind, though it seems that at the
very last moment some kind of fear had taken hold of him. On February
18th, the anniversary of his father’s death, he had driven to the
fortress and for a long time prayed at his father’s tomb. Did he
remember then the words spoken by the dying Nicholas when, with that
sense of prophecy given to people at their last hour, he had told his
son that if he brought about all the Liberal measures of which he was
dreaming he would not die in his bed? On his return to the Winter
Palace, however, Alexander II. seemed unusually grave and silent.
Whether he slept or not no one knows, and the next morning was brought
to him the famous manifesto composed by the Metropolitan of Moscow, the
venerable Philaret, which began with the words, “Make the sign of the
Cross, thou Russian people.” When Count Lanskoi, then Minister of the
Interior, handed the momentous document to the Emperor, he took it from
him with hands that trembled in spite of his efforts to remain calm, and
asked to be left alone for a few moments.
What passed in his mind during those minutes? Did he see, as in a dream,
the past and his father’s wishes and his father’s hopes, and the future
with its hideous end, the day when, maimed and bleeding, he would be
brought back to that same room to die, struck by one of those whom his
hand was going to free? He never told anyone the struggles of his soul
on that day, and when he recalled Lanskoi there was no sign of emotion
on his face. He signed the manifesto with a firm hand, and it was at
once made public.
A few hours later Alexander II. left the Winter Palace in a victoria,
alone and without escort. The square in front of the old building was
crowded with people, and when the Sovereign appeared, such a cry of
greeting arose as Russia had never heard until that day. The enthusiasm
cannot be described, people surrounded the Imperial carriage and pressed
round their liberator, women sobbed and children wept, and even among
the onlookers emotion was intense. Many had come there attracted by mere
curiosity to witness the scene, many who deplored the occasion that had
given rise to it, and even they were seized with the general emotion.
One lady alone kept cool. It was the old Countess Koutaissow, whose
sister had been the mistress of Paul I., who was the representative of
the old Conservative element in St. Petersburg society, and bitterly
opposed to the reforms of the new reign. When asked whether she had not
felt affected by the general enthusiasm she replied, quietly: “No; I
only rejoiced that I am too old to see the masses that have just been
emancipated rise against their Sovereign and his successors, and I
mourned the fate of my children who will see the consequences of
to-day’s folly.”
None of the reforms which marked the reign of Alexander II. was
completed, but it is certain that, notwithstanding their faults, they
signalled the dawn of a new era in which it was no longer possible to
step back; but they brought neither peace to the country nor glory to
the Sovereign, who had believed, in his ignorance of men and things,
that they would ensure him a place among the rulers of his country next
to that of the Great Peter. But Peter had a will of his own, and
Alexander II. had merely fancies.
It cannot be denied, however, that at the beginning of his reign he was
surrounded by clever men and by gentlemen, which is more than can be
said of his two successors. _La noblesse_, to use the old French word,
had still something to say, and it is doubtful whether Alexander would
have accomplished what he did had he not been helped by a section of
that much maligned class of society.
Foremost among his Ministers was the brother of Milioutine, to whose
efforts the emancipation of the serfs owed so much, General Dmitry
Alexieievitch Milioutine, who for more than twenty years held the
portfolio of War Minister. To his efforts was due the reorganisation of
the Army, as well as the introduction of compulsory military service,
another of the measures that raised a storm of indignation throughout
the whole country. Milioutine was perhaps the most remarkable
personality in the group of men who thought to immortalise themselves
together with the Sovereign whom they served. He was a small, quiet
individual, with sad, grey eyes, and with an iron will beneath his frail
appearance. He was the only one among Alexander II.’s advisers that came
to power with a definite plan, from which, in all justice it must be
said, he was never known to swerve aside. He had at heart the welfare
not only of his country but also of the soldier whose fate lay in his
hands. He tried to ameliorate that fate, and to him must be ascribed the
abolition of corporal punishment in the Army and a whole list of
measures which had for their purpose the training and education of the
soldier. Military schools were one of his principal cares; he wanted to
establish a regular system of training not only for officers, but for
the non-commissioned officers, who in his opinion were the pillars of a
proper organisation of the Army. He was an indefatigable worker, who
entered into every detail, and who never neglected the most
insignificant points. Had he been ably seconded, there is no doubt that
the beginnings of the war of 1877 would not have been so disastrous as
they were, but the Grand Duke Nicholas was his enemy, and did all that
he could to counteract the measures adopted by the Minister, who often
had to do, in obedience to the Emperor’s personal orders, what he
secretly disapproved.
Milioutine was not liked. All the old generals who had fought during the
previous reign reproached him for what they called his “revolutionary
ideas,” and the younger generation, who through his reforms found itself
burthened with new and unpleasant duties, was vigorously opposed to him.
The old warrior, however, paid no attention to the outcry raised, and
allowed the personal attacks of which he was made the subject to pass
unnoticed. He never tried to revenge himself on his foes; never made
use of the power which he wielded to harm anyone, and always listened to
criticism, being of opinion that one can always learn something from it.
He was hated by the Heir to the Throne, and when Alexander III.
succeeded his father in the tragic circumstances which everybody knows,
it was felt that Milioutine’s days as Minister were numbered. He knew it
himself, and had the situation been less grave he would at once have
offered his resignation. A few short months, however, saw it become an
accomplished fact, when the Liberal Cabinet, headed by Count Loris
Melikoff, of which he was a member, had to retire before the autocratic
programme which M. Pobedonostseff had induced the young Emperor to
adopt.
Milioutine never returned to St. Petersburg after that day. He retired
to the Crimea, where he possessed a villa, and never more turned his
attention towards public affairs, preserving a dignified silence both as
to his wrongs and to his political activity in the past. The present
Sovereign made him a Count, and later on conferred upon him the dignity
of Field-Marshal. When the Count was in the Crimea, Nicholas II. never
forgot to visit the old veteran, living so quietly amongst his roses and
the many flowers of his garden. There he died at the beginning of 1912,
two days after his wife, at the advanced age of ninety-four, having kept
unimpaired to the last his brilliant qualities and his remarkable
intelligence. Few statesmen have had the dignity of Count Milioutine;
few have known better how to behave when in power, and to live when out
of it.
Of a different type from the General was Count Panine, who at the time
of the emancipation of the serfs held the portfolio of Justice. He was a
_grand seigneur_ in the fullest sense of the term, _un homme
d’autrefois_ immutable in his principles, and who, when he saw he could
no longer please his Sovereign, retired rather, as he himself said,
“than bow his grey head before the idol of progress.” Panine was the
embodiment of that type of Russian functionary that will not admit a
change of regime, and that look upon every reform as a danger. He was
thoroughly retrogressive in all his opinions, and Liberalism or Liberty
meant for him merely Revolution. He firmly believed that every
concession made to the spirit of modern times was a danger to the
Throne, and he was perhaps the only man who had the courage to tell
Alexander II. so, and to retire from power rather than lend his hand to
what he considered to be the degradation of that system of autocracy
which he had defended during the whole of his long life.
By a strange freak of destiny, and one of those contrasts one only meets
with in Russia, his only son was one of the first to adopt the new ideas
of Liberalism. Together with some of his University comrades, he was
arrested in 1861 under an accusation of Nihilism. Released on account of
his father’s services, Vladimir Panine married a charming woman,
Mademoiselle Maltseff, and imbued her with his own revolutionary
opinions. When he died quite young, leaving an only daughter, who found
herself the sole heiress of the enormous fortune of the old Count
Panine, the widow of the latter implored the Emperor to take the child
away from her mother and to have her confided to her own care. In spite
of the tears of the young Countess Panine, her daughter was taken
forcibly away from her and placed in the institute for girls at Smolna,
whence she was allowed to go out only to visit her grandmother. The
relatives of the heiress tried to instil into her entirely different
ideas from those of her father and mother. When out of sheer isolation
the Countess Vladimir Panine married a young doctor named
Petrounkevitch, whose Liberal opinions were in accordance with her own,
everything possible was done to compromise both, and to effect thus the
complete separation of little Sophie Panine from her mother. The latter,
with her second husband, was forbidden to visit the capital, and they
settled in Odessa. Meanwhile the heiress grew up, and, as so often
happens in such cases, retained in the depths of her heart a perfect
adoration for her mother and a thorough dislike for her father’s
sisters, who were among those who had tried most to isolate her from
everything that was not in accordance with the principles in which they
wanted her to be brought up. At length the child who had been the object
of all this strife was married at seventeen to a very rich man, not,
perhaps, her equal by birth, but whose financial position put him above
the suspicion of having wanted her for her money. After a few years the
couple were divorced, and the Countess Sophie Panine, by special
permission of the Emperor, was allowed to resume her maiden name. She
still lives in St. Petersburg, entirely devoted to good works; the
revenues of her immense fortune are consecrated to the relief of poor
students and to the building of cheap kitchens and night refuges. During
the troubled times of 1905 it was rumoured that the Countess Sophie
Panine was seriously compromised; and it was even said that she had been
arrested. This proved to be incorrect, but it is evident that, in spite
of the efforts made to imbue her with strict Conservative principles,
the granddaughter of the most autocratic Minister of Alexander II. is in
open sympathy with the very ideas against which he fought during the
whole of his long life.
Prince Lieven and M. Valouieff were also remarkable personalities of the
time of which I am writing. The former fell into terrible disgrace under
Alexander III., and was ordered to leave St. Petersburg. This event
caused a great scandal at the time, for the Prince and Princess were
both prominent in society. For the Princess the blow was a terrible one,
and she did not scruple openly to attack the new Sovereign until it was
made evident to her that she had better refrain.
M.--afterwards Count--Valouieff and M. Abaza had a better fate. The
first of these gentlemen, who for a long time had held the portfolio of
Home Affairs, exchanged it for that of the Imperial Domains, and though
he lost his influence he retained his position. He had the common sense
not to try to go against the tide, and to give up of his own accord the
power which otherwise would have been snatched from him. He was a
pleasant, quiet man, and generally liked.
M. Abaza for some time was a very considerable personage in St.
Petersburg society. He was one of the intimate friends of the Grand
Duchess Hélène and of Baroness Editha Rhaden, and it was their influence
that brought him before the notice of Alexander II. He was supposed to
be a great authority on all financial matters, and twice had the
portfolio of that department entrusted to his care. He was one of those
who had submitted to the influence of the Princess Dolgorouky; and when
she became the Sovereign’s morganatic wife and received the title of
Princess Yourievsky, Abaza tried to induce her to persuade the Emperor
of the necessity of granting a Constitution to the nation. Ryssakoff’s
bomb put an end to those dreams in the most shocking and unexpected
manner. With the death of Alexander II. the duties of his Ministers came
to an end. His successor never forgave M. Abaza, not only his Liberal
principles, but also his friendship with the Princess Yourievsky; and
though he continued to be a member of the Council of State, and presided
over many commissions, though he was granted orders and dignities, and
even often consulted in grave matters of State, yet the political career
of M. Abaza was practically ended on that eventful March 1st, 1881. When
he died, many years later, leaving an enormous fortune, the event was
noticed by only the usual obituary in the newspapers, and a remark made
by Alexander III., who, having been told that the Princess Ouroussoff,
daughter and heiress of the deceased statesman, inherited seven
millions, said, “Only that! I thought he had stolen much more!”
CHAPTER VI
THE ADLERBERGS AND THE SCHOUVALOFFS
The two most prominent families during the reign of Alexander II. were
those of Count Adlerberg and Count Schouvaloff. The former, of German
origin, did not boast of many ancestors, but had for two generations
enjoyed the confidence of their Sovereigns. Old Count Vladimir
Adlerberg, who received the title from Nicholas I., was not only
Minister of the Imperial Household, but a personal friend of that
monarch. His son Alexander was educated with the Emperor’s sons, and in
his turn was entrusted with the same post as his father had occupied,
after the latter’s death. No one could have filled that delicate
position with more tact, more intelligence, and more kindness than he
did. Admirably educated, he possessed a perfect knowledge of the French
and German languages, and it was he who generally had the task of
composing the letters which Alexander II. had occasion to address to
other Sovereigns on important political matters. It was said that Count
Alexander Adlerberg knew more secrets, both State and private, than any
other man in Russia, and his discretion was beyond all praise. No lips
were ever more securely sealed than his, and no man ever had his talent
to forget what he had heard or seen. For the whole quarter of a century
that the reign of Alexander II. lasted, that friend of his youth never
left him; and although during the last months of the Emperor’s life
their relations became strained through the influence of the Princess
Yourievsky, yet the Emperor would not dispense with the Count’s
services, so well did he appreciate the fact that nowhere would he find
such a devoted and true friend. How devoted, the world perhaps did not
guess. It could not have imagined that an occasion would arise when
Count Adlerberg, who was supposed to have acquired his great position
owing to flattery, would through his affection for his Sovereign risk
his position in telling him the truth in a matter most near to his
heart. Yet so it befell. When, after the death of the Empress Marie
Alexandrovna, Alexander decided to unite himself in marriage to his
mistress the Princess Dolgorouky, he asked Count Adlerberg to be present
at the ceremony. The old statesman refused, and earnestly begged
Alexander II. to abandon the idea. The Emperor was greatly incensed, and
for a time it was thought that the Minister’s position was shaken. He
was urged by the entourage of the Tsar to give way, and as he could
prevent nothing, at least to acquiesce to what was about to become an
accomplished fact; but he remained firm in his resolution, declaring
that his duty as Minister of the Imperial Household made it imperative
for him to maintain the dignity of the Crown, and that he believed this
was going to be compromised by the step which the Emperor was about to
take.
Alexander II. was very vindictive, as all know, yet whatever he might
have thought, he did not, save by a certain new reserve of manner,
express his displeasure at Adlerberg’s conduct. Perhaps even the reasons
which the latter had given to him against the marriage had some weight,
for when his valet asked him what uniform he wanted to wear for the
ceremony, he told him to put out plain evening clothes, which he never
wore save when he was abroad, adding that as his marriage was a private
affair, he wanted to give it a private appearance. This incident was
very differently commented upon at the time, and some saw in it a desire
to reassure Count Adlerberg as to the intentions of the Sovereign and
his determination not to put the Crown of the Romanoffs on the head of
the woman for whom he had so deeply offended his first wife and all her
children. But the shrewd Minister well knew that such a resolution, if
really taken, would not be kept, and, as a matter of fact, it was only
the intervention of death that prevented the justification of his
opinion.
Count Adlerberg had married a lady of considerable culture, and one who
never used her great position except to do good. She was by birth a
Mademoiselle Poltawtsoff, the sister of Madame Skobeleff, the mother of
the famous general. Countess Adlerberg at one time kept open house, and
her parties were quite a feature of the St. Petersburg winter season.
She was a great lover of music, and generally all the famous singers
that visited the northern capital were to be heard at her Tuesday
receptions. These were brilliant and animated, attended by all the
wealth, beauty and fashion of the city. Invitations to them were eagerly
sought, and as eagerly accepted. The hostess had for everybody a
pleasant smile and word, and no one could have believed that the day
would come when the very people who crowded her lofty rooms would desert
them and would forget the many kindnesses which they had accepted at
those receptions.
So it was, however, for Count Adlerberg’s preferment lasted only as long
as Alexander II. lived. His successor had always hated the Minister of
the Imperial Household with a bitter hatred. Well informed people
ascribed it to an incident in the life of the Grand Duke, in which the
young Princess Mestchersky had played a part. This lady--who was maid
of honour to the Empress--had inspired a violent passion in the Grand
Duke, who at the time had no prospect of ever ascending the Throne, and
he proposed to marry her. The death of his brother, however, with the
change in his position that it entailed, put an end to all these plans.
Count Adlerberg was the first one to represent to the Emperor the
necessity for his eventual successor to make a match in conformity with
his rank, and strongly urged the accomplishment of the last desire of
the dead Tsarevitch, to see his brother united to the Princess Dagmar of
Denmark, whom he had been about to marry himself when his illness
intervened and made havoc of all his plans. The Count did more. He
induced a very rich man, well known in society, M. Paul Demidoff, to
marry the Princess Mestchersky, to whom he also explained the necessity
for sacrificing herself for the welfare of Russia and of the Imperial
Family. The young lady understood, and in spite of the entreaties of the
Grand Duke Alexander, allowed herself to be united to Demidoff. She died
in child-birth the next year, and the Heir to the Throne consented at
length to be married to the Princess Dagmar, whom later on he was to
love so tenderly; but he never forgave Count Adlerberg his intervention
at the time, and his first care when he became Emperor was to dismiss
the old servant of his father and grandfather. Moreover, he did this
with the utmost brutality.
It was quite unnecessary to send a messenger ordering the Count to
return at once all the documents of State which he had in his
possession; or, worse insult still, to appoint a Commission to inquire
into the financial state of the Privy Purse of the late Emperor, which
the Count had administered. Those who advised Alexander III. to this
course were only covered with confusion, for affairs were found to be
in perfect order; indeed, the late Minister of the Imperial Household
had effected economies amounting to 380 millions of roubles. But the
news that such an inquiry was about to take place was sufficient excuse
for all those who had spent their lives in the Adlerbergs’ house to turn
their backs upon them and never again to visit them. The Count, who knew
human nature better than most men, was not affected by this change, and
no one could have borne himself with greater dignity.
He lived six years or so after leaving the political arena, yet he was
never heard to utter one single word of complaint as to the treatment
which he had received. When he died his body was barely cold when a
legal functionary from the Emperor arrived to seal up all the papers of
the former Minister, and his widow was hardly given the necessary time
to remove herself from the house where she had lived since her marriage.
Under a clause in the will of Alexander II., the Count had been given
the right to use the house during his lifetime, and people were of
opinion that this right might have been continued to his widow. It is
certain that Alexander III. was neither just nor generous in his
treatment of one of the foremost among the statesmen of his father’s
reign, and of one whose devotion to his Imperial master had never been
questioned.
The Countess Adlerberg resented the treatment bitterly, and allowed
herself to make remarks about the ingratitude of Sovereigns in general,
and of Alexander III. in particular. She tried to gather around her all
the elements of opposition to the new regime, but this did not succeed.
She was aunt to General Skobeleff and to the Duchess of Leuchtenberg,
who was a great favourite with the new Empress, and she thought that
these alliances would give her back some of the importance she had lost.
When the “White General” was recalled to St. Petersburg after his Paris
speech, the Countess went to meet him at the station with an immense
bouquet of flowers, and thereby made herself ridiculous, and added to
the resentment which was cherished against her in Court circles. It was
her last public manifestation. Very soon after that her nephew died
suddenly in Moscow, and after Skobeleff’s disappearance the name of the
Countess Adlerberg disappeared also from the public ken. She was one of
the _Dames à Portrait_ of the Empress, and took her place at Court when
it was necessary, but she soon left off doing even that, and at last
settled in Tsarskoye Selo, near St. Petersburg, where she died in 1910,
utterly forgotten by the world over which she had queened it for so
long.
The Schouvaloffs also played an important part, and had considerable
influence, during the reign of Alexander II.--influence which, in the
case of Count Paul at least, continued under his successor. They were
nobles belonging to the proudest in Russia, who had always ranked among
favourites of the Sovereign. In the latter part of last century this old
family was represented by two brothers, Count Paul and Count Peter
Schouvaloff, who were among the most influential personages of the
Empire. Count Paul married, in his early youth, a Princess Belosselsky,
the sister of the celebrated Princess Lison Troubetzkoy--so well known
in Paris during the first years of the Third Republic, when she passed
for being the “Egeria” of M. Thiers. He followed a military career, and
was in command of the Corps de la Garde when the Turkish War broke out.
Against the wish of the Emperor, who would have liked him to stay in St.
Petersburg, where his corps remained, Count Paul volunteered for a
command at the front, where soon he obtained immense popularity and won
great distinction. He was an extremely pleasant and cultured person, a
man of the world, full of tact, and gifted with singular diplomatic
instincts.
When relations between Russia and Germany became strained after the
Berlin Congress, and the two Ambassadors who had been sent there, M.
d’Oubril and M. Sabouroff, had failed to improve them, Prince Orloff was
asked to leave Paris in order to try to mend matters. He was well known
to Prince Bismarck, who had expressed the desire to see him appointed to
the German Court; but Prince Orloff, when he reached Berlin, was already
attacked with the illness, to which he succumbed a few months later, and
the post was vacant once more.
It was felt on all sides that upon the judicious choice of a successor
to Prince Orloff depended the continuation of good relations between the
two countries. The old Emperor William expressed the wish that a general
should be appointed. The difficulty was to find one. It was then that
Alexander III., with his usual common sense, said: “Let us send Paul
Andrieievitch; he is a real soldier and a thorough gentleman.”
This choice was entirely successful, and Count Schouvaloff very soon
made for himself quite an exceptional position in Berlin. He was a
_grand seigneur_ of that old school in which William I. had himself been
brought up; he had tact, and he knew how to hold his own, as well as
maintain the dignity of his Court and of his country. During the long
years that he remained in Germany he made for himself many friends, and
managed to come with honour out of many a difficult situation. He was
generally respected and liked in all circles, military as well as
diplomatic, and when he was recalled and appointed Governor-General of
Warsaw and the Polish provinces there was general regret at the
departure of Count and Countess Schouvaloff.
The latter, a Mademoiselle Komaroff, whom the Count had married as his
second wife, is still alive, and Mistress of the Household of the
widowed Grand Duchess Vladimir. As for the Count, very soon after his
appointment in Warsaw he was struck with apoplexy, and thenceforward
dragged out a sad existence, incapable of moving, and yet retaining all
the clearness of his intelligence and all the vivacity of his mind. He
died one year later, and was generally mourned as one of the last
gentlemen of that apparently bygone time, when gentlemanly deportment
was considered before everything else to be indispensable.
His eldest son, who had married a daughter of Count Worontzoff Dachkoff,
the present Viceroy of the Caucasian provinces, fell a victim to the
Nihilist movement, being murdered in Moscow, where he held the position
of Governor. He was a charming young man, who promised to follow in his
father’s footsteps, and his tragic end created a great sensation at the
time.
Very much like his brother in appearance, and yet totally different in
disposition, was Count Peter Andrieievitch Schouvaloff, whose career was
even more brilliant. He was a very superior man, more of a statesman
than Count Paul, and with larger views, a keener sense of the importance
of events, and with more independent opinions. He had, moreover, a
quality very rare in Russia, that of not hesitating to take the
responsibility for his actions, and of caring nothing for the judgment
passed upon them by the public. He had been for years at the head of the
famous Third Section, or secret police of the Empire, and it so happened
that during his administration of that department the Nihilist troubles
began. Actually he had been accused of having caused them by his
extreme severity and acute sense of autocracy. I do not think that this
accusation was a just one. If Schouvaloff kept the flag of absolutism
aloft in Russia it was because he sincerely believed that it was the
only way to prevent all the forces, known or unknown, which the reforms
of Alexander II. had let loose from bursting out in an unreasoned, wild
revolt against Society in general. In his difficult position he had
shown admirable tact, and on several occasions had been an efficacious
intermediary between the Throne and the people. Many a delicate affair
had been confided to him, and many a social scandal had been avoided or
hushed up through his intervention, which had ever been tactful and
wise. But when a wave of Liberal ideas apparently swept away the
remnants that were left of common sense in the entourage of Alexander
II., the days of Count Peter Schouvaloff became numbered. The Emperor
had to yield to the public feeling that would have it that the Count had
served his day and epoch, and that his removal from the post of head of
the Third Section was a necessity. But as it was out of the question to
deprive the State of the services of so useful a man, he was appointed
Ambassador to the Court of St. James’s, where a Russian Princess, the
Grand Duchess Marie Alexandrovna, the only daughter of the Emperor, was
about to take her place as the wife of the second son of Queen Victoria.
This was the turning point in Count Schouvaloff’s career. After he left
England he filled the place of second Russian plenipotentiary at the
Congress of Berlin, and then disappeared altogether from the political
arena. He had allowed himself to be outwitted by Lord Beaconsfield upon
the question of Cyprus, and in the opinion of the Russian public, as
well as of the Russian press, had not upheld sufficiently Russian
interests during the Congress. He was made by an unjust public the
scapegoat for all the mistakes of others, which he could neither foresee
nor repair. Gifted with an exceedingly keen perception, he had realised
that Russia had not the means whereby to retain the advantages of the
war; and when he yielded to the necessities of the situation, it was
with the knowledge that this would not be forgiven to him, but as a real
patriot he had the moral strength to accept the responsibility for evils
which he had not personally brought about.
His position in Berlin had been most painful and difficult. He was, as
it were, between two fires. On the one hand he had to fight against the
quiet but firm determination of Lord Beaconsfield, who would have gone
to war rather than allow Russia to occupy Bulgaria and annex that
province, and, on the other, he had to follow the instructions of Prince
Gortschakov, whose extreme vanity blinded him to the difficulties of the
situation. No one knew better than Count Peter Schouvaloff the state of
public opinion in Russia; no one understood more thoroughly that after
he had signed his name at the foot of the Berlin Treaty, he would never
more be called upon to serve his country, but would end his days in an
undeserved ostracism. Yet he did not hesitate, and courageously assumed
the responsibility of an act that no one deplored more thoroughly than
he did himself.
After his return to Russia he lived in St. Petersburg, and there
continued to see his numerous friends, but never again took part in
public life. Even when he died attacks against him did not cease, and I
never remember more bitter criticisms uttered over a newly opened grave
than those that were showered upon him.
It would be difficult to find a pleasanter man socially than was Count
Peter Schouvaloff; not only was he liked by all those who had the
privilege of his acquaintance, but he had many successes with women,
who were quickly won by his chivalrous manner and the courtly grace with
which he approached them. He had married a widow, the Countess Orloff
Denissoff, but the marriage did not turn out so successfully as the
courtship that preceded it, and the Count and Countess lived as much
apart as might be without a formal separation. Physically, Count Peter
Schouvaloff was extremely handsome; he had most aristocratic features
and a wonderful bearing. I shall never forget him during the Berlin
Congress, when he certainly was the most picturesque figure there, with
his _allures de grand seigneur_, and a certain regality of manner that
made everyone step aside to allow him to pass whenever he entered a
room. Altogether, though I have met more intelligent men than Count
Schouvaloff in the course of my life, I have not seen a more remarkable
one.
CHAPTER VII
ST. PETERSBURG BEFORE THE WAR OF 1877-8
When, after several years of residence abroad, I returned to St.
Petersburg, early in March, 1876, I found that during my long absence a
considerable change had taken place in Society. For one thing, people
talked more and discussed more freely upon subjects which had been
merely whispered before I had left the banks of the Neva. They had got
into that habit during the period when the projected and
half-accomplished reforms which had heralded the new reign had been the
subject not only of conversations, but also of discussion, an unknown
thing at the time of the Emperor Nicholas. The Government itself had
invited criticism by appealing to the country and asking it to express
its opinions by the voice of the _zemstvos_, or local county councils in
every Government.
This establishment of the zemstvos had been received with a general joy.
Young men belonging to the best families of the Empire had expressed not
only their willingness but even their earnest desire to be appointed
members of these assemblies, in the hope that they would thus be allowed
to participate in the administration of the country. For a short time
everything had gone off brilliantly, just as the introduction of the
_juges de paix_, or _mirovoy soudias_, as they are called in Russian,
gave universal satisfaction. However, very soon the Administration
became alarmed at the independence showed by these zemstvos, and began
to try to eliminate the independent members, who worked not from
necessity, but from conviction that by doing so they were making
themselves useful to the country in general. Governors of the different
provinces, who in Russia are always taken out of the class of the
regular functionaries, or _Tchinownikis_, as one calls them, were given
secret instructions, which they but too gladly followed, of watching the
deliberations of the zemstvos and of hindering any attempt made by these
assemblies to bring about local self-government, which was particularly
dreaded in Court circles, where the system of centralisation of the
Government in the hands of the few is to this present day strongly
supported and established. But the upshot of it all was that these
men--who in the enthusiasm of the first moment had eagerly embraced the
opportunities which they imagined had been given to them to serve their
country otherwise than by wearing a uniform--returned to St. Petersburg,
and began to relate all that they had seen or heard, and thus their talk
accustomed the public to hear discussion on questions that had slumbered
before. Then the Universities began to move, and the Liberal papers
abroad controlled by the Russian political refugees--who by an admirable
feeling of patriotism had kept silent in order to allow the Emperor to
have a free field for his projected reforms--began to get tired of
waiting for a change that never came, though it had been pompously
announced; and they once more assumed the task of enlightening the
public as to what in their opinion ought to be done. In a word, it was
felt that the new system had failed, because no one had been found to
carry on loyally the experiment which might have led to something, had
it only been tried long enough.
One satisfactory result accrued, however--that of accustoming people to
talk and to discuss, and to give up the sleepiness under which Russia
had suffered for the previous twenty-five years, although people who
were experienced in the political conditions of other countries were
soon aware of a certain incoherence of thought and aim in the
discussions, which resulted more often than not in confusion and even in
absurdities. But one fact was evident, and that was that conversation
was no longer confined to Society gossip, but turned on what was being
done, or would be done, by the Government.
This did not quite please the Emperor. He did not like to know that his
actions were discussed. He could not well say so, but he made his
Ministers feel that such was the case, and they, desirous of meeting
with his approbation, attempted to bring about a return to the old order
of things, and when they found this was no easy task, they looked about
to see whether something else could not be found to engross public
opinion and form the subject of its conversations.
It is to this cause, and to this alone, that the war with Turkey, which
broke out in 1877, can be attributed. It was engaged upon against the
wishes of the Sovereign and the desires of the country, simply because
an outlet had to be found for the ebullitions of public opinion, weary
of waiting for an indefinite something which did not materialise,
something which all wanted, but which no one could explain beyond saying
that “it had to come.” What was implied by this expression was precisely
what nobody knew.
Just at this moment, by ill chance, broke out the insurrection in Bosnia
and Herzegovina. Immediately a campaign, on purely religious lines, was
begun in Russia against the Turks. The press began saying that Russia
had a mission to perform in the Balkans, that it was her duty to help
the Orthodox subjects of the Sultan, persecuted in their faith as well
as in their nationality. The Slavophil party was started, and God alone
knows the harm that it has done to the country.
At first it enjoyed high and even august protection in St. Petersburg.
The Empress Marie Alexandrovna, very pious, almost inclined to
fanaticism, put herself unofficially at the head of the movement, with
which it soon became known that she was thoroughly in sympathy, and it
was her lady-in-waiting and intimate friend, the Countess Antoinette
Bloudoff, who, with an energy worthy of a better cause, came forward to
lend the weight of her name and of her position to the promoters of the
liberation of the Slavs from the Turkish yoke.
I must digress for a moment to refer more particularly to the Countess
Bloudoff. She was a most remarkable woman. Many statesmen might have
envied, and few of them have possessed, the clarity of her often
mistaken view as to political events and their consequences. She was the
daughter of one of the leading members of the Government during the
reign of the Emperor Nicholas I., Count Dmitry Andrieievitch Bloudoff,
for many years Procurator of the Holy Synod, and invested with the
entire confidence of the monarch, who often used to say: “Bloudoff is
the only man who will always do what I wish, in the way I want it done.”
He was a man of strong principles, of stronger convictions; often
passionate, sometimes unjust, but never mean, never above owning himself
to be in the wrong when it was proved to him to be the case, and with a
loyalty such as is no longer met with. He was possessed of independence,
even with his Sovereign, and was known to have opposed Nicholas on grave
questions where he thought him to be wanting either in prudence or in
justice. He had plenty of adversaries and but few enemies, which latter
he disdained. He died as he had lived, a faithful servant of the Crown,
and his daughter inherited the favour which he had enjoyed. She was
very much like him in character and even in appearance. Beauty she had
none, yet she did not lack charm; while intelligence she possessed in no
small degree. She was the only great lady who held a _salon_, such as
was understood by the term in France under the old regime, and that
_salon_ was at one time of immense importance. It was there that the
idea of sending volunteers to Servia was first broached, and it was she
who assured these volunteers that the Emperor would shut his eyes to
their departure. It was she who kept the standard of public opinion at a
high level; she who persuaded some leading men in Moscow, such as Ivan
Aksakoff, to organise these volunteers, and to begin in his paper a
campaign in favour of the Orthodox brothers of Holy Russia, done to
death by murderous Bashi Bazouks.
Altogether the Countess Antoinette was an enthusiast, an exalted patriot
according to old Russian ideas, when nationality and religion meant the
same thing. Still her zeal outran her discretion upon many occasions,
and she came later on--after the failure of those hopes which she had
been the first to raise and the last to give up--to regret the energy
which she had expended in trying to realise a programme which was not in
accord either with the needs or the desires of her country, and which
only brought upon it disaster, both moral and material. She was
compelled, much against her wishes, to be convinced that neither
Bulgarians, nor Serbs, nor Greeks were worthy of interest; that the
majority of them--at that epoch, at least--were grabbing, money-loving,
unscrupulous people, full of ingratitude, who never for one single
moment thought of admitting Russian influence, which they rejected just
as much as they had opposed Turkish rule.
But at the time to which I am referring the Countess Antoinette was in
the enthusiastic period of her life and of her political activities. It
was to her one went to receive the latest news as to the development of
Eastern affairs. She kept up an active correspondence with General
Ignatieff, at that time Russian Ambassador in Constantinople; sharing
alike his ambitions and his desires to see the Crescent replaced by the
Cross on the minarets of St. Sophia. Continually she made reports to the
Empress as to what she had heard, and used to explain to that Sovereign
that it was her duty to influence her husband not to reject the great
mission given to Russia--that of driving back to the confines of Asia
Minor the Turk who had dared to raise his tents in the city founded by
Constantine the Great and destined by him to remain the bulwark of the
Christian faith in the East.
Alas, alas, for all these dreams! Poor Countess Bloudoff survived them,
and when she ended her days, long after all of them had been forgotten,
she might well have felt all the bitterness of a life’s disappointment.
But this was not the case--at least outwardly. She was far too clever
not to admit her defeat, but she maintained that her failure had been
due to circumstances only, and that one day Russia would fulfil the
mission which she had been given by the Almighty. She remained ever the
same bright, clever woman, always deeply interested in politics, in
literature, in art, even in current gossip, though in a most kindly way.
For she was indeed kind--that small, short woman with the piercing eyes
and the quick flash of sympathy in them, which made them glisten every
time that she was being told something that interested her. Easy to
move, she never refused a service, and at the time when her very name
was a power she tried always to do good, to bring to the notice of her
Imperial mistress every case in which the latter could help, either by a
word spoken in season or by money given just when and where it was
needed. Towards the end of her life she grew very infirm, and could
hardly leave her arm-chair; but she loved seeing people, though her
rooms were no longer thronged as during the time when she was
all-powerful. She had kept a small circle of old friends, who came to
see her almost daily, and through them she remained in touch with that
social world in which she had been a leader.
Countess Bloudoff had one _bête noire_, and that was the famous Mme.
Olga Novikoff. Poor “O.K.” never guessed the antipathy which she
inspired, and always imagined that her activity in favour of the Slav
cause, and her influence over Mr. Gladstone, were highly appreciated by
the Countess Antoinette; but the latter had too keen a sense of humour
not to feel that Mme. Novikoff was making herself ridiculous, and, what
was worse, was involving in that ridicule her country itself. “_Je
déteste ces ambassadeurs volontaires en jupon_,” she used to say, and
she was not far wrong. The rôle played by the too celebrated Princess
Lieven needs a very great lady, and one with a very large fortune or a
great position, not to give rise to calumny and to ironical smiles and
comments, and “O.K.” had none of these advantages. It is still a
question whether the Princess Lieven could to-day have made for herself
a position such as the one she enjoyed in London and in Paris. Society
was different then, and fewer outsiders had entered its fold; people
well born, and belonging to the upper ten thousand, could still pretend
to influence, simply by reason of their being within that charmed
circle. Now that classes are mixed, a person like Mme. Novikoff, who is
merely a gentlewoman, runs a great risk of being considered in the light
of a simple journalist in need of copy, and such only wield that
measured influence which they delude themselves into believing they
possess. Countess Antoinette knew all this well, and she disliked
intensely women of the style of her famous compatriot, about whom she
once made the most bitter remark I ever heard her utter against anyone:
“_Cette femme là fait de la politique_,” she said, “_comme une
saltimbanque ses tours de passe passe_.”
These reminiscences have caused me to diverge far from the subject of
this chapter. What I wanted to say was that the war of 1877-8 was the
natural result of the activity which the ill-executed reforms of
Alexander II. had awakened in the country; an activity which a certain
circle of St. Petersburg Society, headed by the Countess Bloudoff and
the little coterie of the Empress Marie Alexandrovna--in which her
confessor, Father Bajanov, was a leading figure--helped to divert from
the channel towards which it had been directed: that of the internal
administration of the country. The Government, that never for one single
instant admitted the possibility of defeat, secretly encouraged this
diversion, and, thanks to all these circumstances, the Emperor, who was
the only person who sincerely wished that peace might not be disturbed,
found himself drawn into a war the consequences of which were to be the
disastrous Treaty of Berlin, the extraordinary development of Nihilism,
and finally his own assassination. Dark days were about to dawn for
Russia, and when again I left St. Petersburg I was far from anticipating
the changes that its Society would experience between the day of my
departure and that of my return to the capital, when everything was
different and another Sovereign upon the Throne.
CHAPTER VIII
THE EASTERN WAR AND AFTERWARDS
I do not think that the Eastern War of 1877 was so popular as people
were fain to represent, even at its beginning. The Slav movement, which
had sent thousands of volunteers to Servia to help the Christian
subjects of the Sultan against their oppressors, was very popular at the
moment of its inception, but as soon as the volunteers began to return
home and the public heard something about “these Slav brothers” it had
been eager to defend, there was a violent reaction. People began to ask
what good it was to sacrifice Russian blood for the needs of people who
turned out to be not only cowards but brigands as bad as the Bashi
Bazouks of whose cruelties they complained. Had the Emperor declared war
during the summer of 1876, before the battle of Alexinatz had been
fought and lost, the enthusiasm certainly would have been great; but by
April, 1877, public opinion had had time to cool, and serious people
were apprehensive as to the result of what, after all, was nothing but
an adventure unworthy of a great nation.
The army itself, that for months had been kept at Kichinev on a war
basis, was beginning to tire of its armed inaction; and, what was worse,
the incapacity of those in command had already become evident,
demoralising the troops and breeding discontent among them. The Grand
Duke Nicholas, who was in supreme command, had never been very popular,
and the measures he had taken in view of the approaching campaign were
severely criticised. One wondered why men with a serious military
reputation--such, for instance, as Todleben, the defender of
Sebastopol--had not been called upon to give at least their advice as to
what should be done. The officers, more competent to form an opinion as
to the _morale_ of the soldiers than the Staff of the Grand Duke, knew
very well that their men did not believe in the walk-over that was
promised to them, and they knew also that the many refugees who had
crowded to the Russian camp from Bulgaria and Servia had made anything
but a good impression as to the qualities of their nations on their
would-be liberators.
When, therefore, the war began in earnest, it was with far less
enthusiasm among the army than was confidently expected and had been
promised to the Emperor. When the Imperial manifesto was read announcing
that war had been declared, and concluding with the words: “We order our
faithful troops to cross the frontiers of Turkey,” it was noticed that
the hurrahs that greeted them proceeded more from the officers than from
the ranks, where they were but faintly echoed. It was only after the
Danube had been crossed that anything like animation became evident in
the army. To stimulate it a religious propaganda was started, and all
the old legends concerning Constantinople and the mosque of St. Sophia,
destined to become again a Christian church thanks to the efforts of
Russia, were revived. That was a mistake of which the future was to
prove the abysmal extent.
At length came the first battle of Plevna. It was there that Skobeleff,
“the White General,” “Ak Pasha” as the Turks called him, won immortal
fame. The mention of his name always recalls to my mind that sad and
bloody day of the 30th of August, 1877, when the fortress was stormed
for the third time in response to the mad idea of the Grand Duke
Nicholas to present it as an offering to his brother on his name-day. It
was a beautiful summer morning, with the roses blooming in the fields,
and a clear blue sky lighting up what was so soon to become a scene of
horror. The Turkish town lay in a valley, all surrounded by hills, each
of which was a redoubt whence the enemy’s artillery was directed against
our troops. They were ordered to storm it, and valiantly did they
attempt to do so at three different times through that morning. As each
regiment rushed to the attack, it was decimated by the deadly fire of
the Turkish guns, thousands of men being mown down like ripe corn. At
length the Bender Regiment was told to advance. It was commanded by the
veteran Colonel Panioutine, to whom Skobeleff himself gave the orders to
march. Panioutine looked up at the fort, which he knew that he could not
by any possibility hope to wrest from the enemy, and simply answered
with the classical word of the Russian soldier, “_Slouchaious_” (I shall
obey); then he took off his cap and made the sign of the Cross. In dead
silence the whole regiment took off their caps and crossed themselves,
following the example of their commanding officer.
Skobeleff turned towards his staff and said: “If Panioutine is repulsed,
I will myself lead the troops to the attack.”
He did lead them forward--led them to their death and to his glory. To
his soldiers he appeared “the true god of war,” as Archibald Forbes
justly described him. The troops followed him with an enthusiasm which
made them forget their own danger, and the Turkish bullets whistling in
their ears, and their old commander falling on the field of honour
before their eyes. Skobeleff was the only object of their regard; and
they seemed to be asking him in mute supplication to show them the way
to conquer or to die.
When all was over, when the shades of night had fallen, and the sun gone
down upon the scene of carnage, the “White General” turned his steps
towards an ambulance where he had been told that one of his friends had
been carried wounded unto death. When he gazed upon Panioutine lying on
a straw couch, awaiting the eternal dawn, the hero, who unmoved had seen
men fall around him stricken by the bullets of the enemy, lost the calm
with which he had confronted death, and, bursting into sobs, exclaimed
in a broken voice, “And to think that all this has been in vain, all in
vain.”
The war continued, and at last Plevna fell, not, however, before old
Todleben had been called to the rescue; the veteran of Sebastopol, who
had been considered too old to be any good, was, when all seemed lost,
asked to come and repair the mistakes and follies of others. Then came
the day when Osman Pasha gave up his sword, and the fortress which he
had defended so stubbornly fell into Russian hands. It was a bleak
November day, with a cruel wind blowing from the Balkans, freezing men’s
souls as well as their bodies. The Grand Duke Nicholas went in an open
carriage to meet the vanquished Turkish general, greeting him with the
respect and courtesy which his bravery had deserved. The Russian troops,
seeing the old warrior sitting by their commander’s side, burst into
acclamations, which were but homage to the courage of their vanquished
opponents.
Then followed the passage of the Balkans, the battles of Shipka, when
General Raiovski so bravely crossed the murderous passes of these famous
mountains, and finally San Stefano, which we did not have the courage to
defend against Europe, incensed at our successes, and the treaty to
which General Ignatieff and M. Nélidoff were to put their names.
Much has been written about that famous treaty, but now that years have
passed since it was signed we may well ask ourselves whether our
occupation of Constantinople would have been so dangerous to the peace
of the world as was thought at the time, and what result a war with
England would have had for us. Our diplomats were too weak either to
understand our position or to see farther than the needs of the moment.
The Emperor felt himself bound by the declaration which, in an unguarded
moment, he had made to Lord Augustus Loftus, that he did not seek
territorial compensations in the Balkans. He also did not like it to
appear that he had abandoned the chivalrous position he had taken up
when he declared that he had only gone to war to free from the Turkish
yoke the Christian subjects of the Sultan, and not for his own personal
satisfaction. The Emperor, indeed, carried this vanity--for it was
nothing else--so far that he sacrificed to it the interests of his own
people, and the desires of his army. Less of a politician than Prince
Bismarck--who had so well understood in 1870 the importance of giving
satisfaction to the wishes of the troops and to the _amour propre_ of
the nation by insisting upon the Germans entering Paris for a few hours
at least--Alexander II. thought it beneath him to take his soldiers
before St. Sophia, and to allow some of the regiments quartered at San
Stefano to enter Constantinople. He had neither the consciousness of his
own power nor a just comprehension of the recognition which everybody,
be they individuals or nations, must have for accomplished facts. He
allowed himself to be bluffed by Lord Beaconsfield, and did not
understand that when England threatened it was because she knew that she
had--at that time at least--no other means than threats of enforcing her
wishes. Much later, during the Berlin Conference, I asked the English
Prime Minister what he would have done had we not heeded his menaces
and entered Constantinople. He replied to me in the following memorable
words: “I would have achieved my greatest diplomatic triumph in getting
you out of it without going to war.”
Alexander II. did not realise this, and when it was pointed out to him
upon his return to St. Petersburg from Bulgaria, before the Treaty of
San Stefano had been signed, he said that he could not run any risk--as
though risks were not the only means through which nations can
accomplish their task in history!
Perhaps no war has been so disastrous to Russia as this unfortunate
Turkish campaign, disastrous in spite of the victories which attended
it, because it sounded the knell of our influence in the East, and gave
birth to the Bulgarian, Servian, Montenegrin, and Roumanian kingdoms.
These small States are destined one day to be absorbed by the strongest
and most cunning among them, who will reap the benefits of our efforts
and bring the Cross once more over the minarets of St. Sophia, thus
entirely destroying the old tradition that it was Russia who was
destined to erect it and to replace the Greek Emperors upon the throne
of old Byzantium.
San Stefano reminds me of Count Ignatieff, and I will say a few words
concerning him. He had great defects, but at the same time he possessed
what so many of our politicians lack--a keen sense of duty to keep both
the Russian flag and Russian prestige well aloft. He was a patriot in
the full sense of the term, and would never admit the possibility of
returning along a road once entered upon. He wanted other nations to
fear Russia, and he well knew that, in Turkey especially, the moment
that one did not domineer over one’s colleagues of the diplomatic corps,
one was lost in the eyes of the Government to which one was accredited.
Throughout the long years during which he was Russian Ambassador in
Constantinople, Russian influence was paramount. The Embassy was a
centre not only of social activity, but also of political power.
The Turks were very well aware that Ignatieff would never have hesitated
to take the most energetic measures if one of his countrymen had been
made the object of an indignity of any kind. In that he followed the
example of England, who always maintains the interests of her citizens
abroad. In Russia, on the contrary, it seems almost a fundamental
principle for diplomats to show themselves as disagreeable as possible
to those of their countrymen who happen to get into difficulties abroad,
and to refuse them either aid or protection. One has only to see what
happens in Paris, where both Embassy and Consulate treat worse than dogs
Russians who apply there for assistance, and instead of protecting them,
seem to do all that is possible to make their position even more
unpleasant.
Count Ignatieff was the only Russian Ambassador who made it his duty to
show not only every civility, but every protection to Russians in
Turkey, and he thus sustained the prestige of his country. He had, what
only great politicians have, a gift of foreseeing the future, and
realising the consequences of even the most insignificant events. His
conceptions of the results which the Berlin Treaty was bound to have
were quite extraordinary, and it would be curious, if his family ever
publishes the interesting memoirs which he has left, to read the note
which he addressed upon that subject to Alexander II. In this he clearly
proved that an autonomous principality of Bulgaria would inevitably
become independent, and transform itself into a kingdom that would claim
the succession to the Greek Emperors, to which Russia had all along
aspired.
It is a great pity that the genius of Count Ignatieff was marred by a
deplorable love for intrigue that had become, as it were, a second
nature to him. Long accustomed to dealing with Asiatic natures--to whom
a lie more or less is of no consequence--and with whom he had, when
quite a young man, concluded a treaty which was to prove most
advantageous for Russia; and still more used to Turks and to the various
political trickeries for which Constantinople was ever famous, he seemed
to think that similar tactics could be employed with success in European
diplomacy. He apparently thought he could hoodwink Western diplomats as
he had hoodwinked the Ministers of Sultan Abdul Aziz. Of course he made
a vast mistake, and did not realise that in view of the reputation which
he had acquired on the Bosphorus, his only chance was to keep a rigid
guard upon every word he uttered. Hence, at the very time he was staying
at Hatfield House, he incensed Lord Salisbury by entering into an
intrigue against him with Austria.
It was thought that the failure of Russian diplomacy at the Berlin
Conference would put an end to the career of Count Ignatieff, but to
general surprise Alexander III. recalled him to power in the responsible
position of Minister of the Interior, after he had parted with his
father’s Liberal councillors under the influence of M. Pobedonostseff.
In that capacity Ignatieff again gave a proof of his political
foresight, and at the same time of the mistaken nature of the methods he
employed to realise his conceptions of Government.
This occasion arose, I should say here, after the assassination of
Alexander II. had struck terror all over Russia, and when everyone felt
that only a strong hand could stay the spread of the revolution. At the
same time, it was also felt that an outlet had to be given to the
impatience of certain circles of society, who were clamouring for a
change, and screaming that the promulgation of a Constitution was the
only means to save Russia from disaster. Ignatieff was too clever not to
see that, sooner or later, such a Constitution would have to be granted,
and perhaps granted under conditions and in such circumstances that it
would appear to have been snatched by force instead of bestowed
voluntarily. He then evolved the idea of reviving the old Russian
institution called the _Zemski Sabor_, which existed before the iron
hand of Peter the Great had transformed into an autocracy the old
monarchy of Ivan the Terrible. He thought that under a wise Sovereign
such as Alexander III. this calling together of the clever and honest
men of each Government--especially if this choice of men was left to the
Emperor--might have a beneficial influence over the destinies of the
country. In this attempt, however, he failed, for he found armed against
him not only the chief counsellor of the Tsar, the redoubtable
Pobedonostseff, but also the Sovereign himself, who feared that by
accepting the proposal of Count Ignatieff people would be led to think
that he departed from these principles of absolute government which he
had made up his mind to maintain. Ignatieff was sacrificed, and had to
tender his resignation, and this time his political career came
definitely to an end.
Many years later I discussed with him the circumstances that had
attended his fall, and he explained to me what had been his idea. Events
had crowded upon us; Alexander III. was no more, and the disaster of
Tsushima--in which the Count had lost a son--a disaster indeed such as
Russia had never suffered before, had taken place. Everything was
changed in the country, and the first Duma called together by Nicholas
II. had just been dismissed. I asked Ignatieff his opinion of the
general political condition of the country. He then began to talk of
the time when he was Minister of the Interior, and expressed his regret
that his plan of calling together the _Zemski Sabor_ had not met with
success: “I am sure that it would have proved a safety valve for the
country,” he said. “You see, we were bound to come to some such
solution, and it would have been infinitely better for Russia had people
got accustomed to take part in political life under a monarch who had
enough authority to direct that necessary adoption of Occidental forms
of Government, which we could not escape _à la longue_. Under a weak
Sovereign--and who can deny that Nicholas II. _is_ weak?--a Duma can
very easily assume the shape of a Convention such as the one that sent
Louis XVI. to the scaffold in 1793. It only requires one energetic man
to do that, and what guarantee have we that such a man will not be
found?”
I have often thought of these words, and wondered whether they would
ever come true--whether they were the utterance of a discontented
politician, or revealed the foresight of a real statesman.
CHAPTER IX
THE BERLIN CONGRESS AND ITS CONSEQUENCES
I do not propose to write a history of the Berlin Congress. First it
would be painful; then again, to a certain degree, it has lost its
interest. But I will say a few words as to some of the plenipotentiaries
to whom was entrusted the task of drawing out the famous Treaty, which
is certainly discussed to the present day, yet is no more understood
than at the time of its conclusion.
Russia was represented at this celebrated assembly by Prince
Gortschakov, Count Schouvaloff, and M. Oubril, at that time Russian
Ambassador at the Court of Berlin. To tell the truth, it was the second
of these gentlemen, together with some officials from our Foreign
Office, such as M. de Jomini and Baron Hamburger, who did all the work.
M. Oubril was a mute personage, whose rôle was entirely passive; while,
on the other hand, Prince Gortschakov, who believed himself to be the
leading light of the Congress, only hindered others from coming to a
practical solution of the many difficulties that rendered the situation
so strained. Had he not been there, it is probable that Russia would
have obtained better conditions than those that were imposed upon her,
and certainly she could have made more out of the Convention which Count
Schouvaloff had concluded with the Cabinet of St. James’s before his
departure from London to attend the Congress.
It is to be questioned, indeed, what could have been done to satisfy
the inordinate vanity of the Russian Chancellor, had not Baron Jomini
been there to smooth matters with his unfailing tact. Very few people in
Russia realise what the country owes to Baron Jomini, to his capacity
for work, his conscientious way of looking at facts, the clearness of
his mind, which allowed him always to marshal things in their right
order, to view them with common sense--the quality which our diplomacy
most lacks--and his perfect knowledge of diplomatic traditions, as well
as the character of his immediate chiefs. He also was the most perfect
French scholar in the department of Foreign Affairs, and, indeed, of all
the plenipotentiaries assembled in Berlin, with the exception, perhaps,
of Lord Odo Russell; and this advantage allowed him to give certain
turns to certain phrases which made them sound less offensive to the
parties concerned than would otherwise have been the case.
Baron Hamburger was a very different type from Baron Jomini. He was
supposed to be a great favourite with Prince Gortschakov, and had a
rather indifferent reputation. But he, too, was a good worker and,
moreover, a modest man, who never put himself forward on any occasion,
but was, nevertheless, suspected of sometimes pouring oil on a fire
which perhaps would have gone out of itself had it not been for his
intervention.
The chief attention of the Congress was concentrated upon the English
plenipotentiaries and upon Count Andrassy, the Austrian Minister for
Foreign Affairs. The latter was supposed to rank among Russia’s
principal foes, owing to his position as a Hungarian noble, and the part
he had taken in the rebellion of 1848, which had only been subdued by
the intervention of the Emperor Nicholas and Russian troops.
Count Andrassy was said to be a very clever man; I think he was more
than that--a clever politician. Nevertheless, he was no statesman. His
was the narrow view which the French call _la politique de clocher_, or
the politics of “the parish pump,” as the English have it. All his
thoughts were concentrated upon Hungary, and all his judgments were
Hungarian--not even Austrian. Profoundly ignorant, as is generally the
case with the aristocracy in the realm of the Hapsburgs, he had all the
insolence of the _grand seigneur_ that he undoubtedly was, as well as
the obstinacy of a narrow mind that believes itself to be a great one.
He had all the prejudices of his class, all the arrogance of the
Austrian character, and all the unscrupulousness that has always
distinguished Austrian politicians.
Andrassy had arrived in Berlin with only one fixed idea, and that was to
humiliate Russia, as much as was humanly possible, and to make her
expiate the crime of having obliged the rebel Gyorgyi to lay down his
arms before the Russian army. Had it not been for that circumstance, he
might have proved more tractable. As it was, he had sworn to his
countrymen to return to them with triumph over the hated foe, and he
used unmercifully the advantages that circumstances gave to him.
Prince Bismarck had need of Andrassy, and consequently lent him
assistance that he would not have extended under different
circumstances; but the German Chancellor well knew that the one
inevitable result of the Congress would be a coolness in German
relations with Russia, and the resentment of the latter country against
the Berlin Cabinet and the leaders of its policy. He also was well aware
that certain circumstances had got beyond his control, and so all his
efforts were directed towards bringing the work of the Congress to a
close, whether successful or not, at any rate to a close that would not
damage German interests. He played the part of the “honest broker,” as
he had called himself, and in a sense he succeeded. He did not,
however, attain a tangible result with regard to the establishment of a
_modus vivendi_ between Vienna and St. Petersburg, and the fault of it
lay entirely with Count Andrassy; the latter’s haughtiness and
narrowness of mind unfitted him for the work of diplomacy.
In comparison with the impatience of Count Andrassy, the dignity of the
English plenipotentiaries stood out as something quite unique and
wonderful. Lord Salisbury, that worthy descendant of Elizabeth’s great
Minister, imposed the weight of his powerful personality, and every
single word he uttered was pregnant with the earnestness which pervaded
his whole character. Never aggressive, courteous even when it was
necessary to oppose or contradict those with whom he was discussing, he
showed firmness without insolence, and amiability without weakness.
There was no meanness about this truly great man, great in every sense:
in his convictions, his resolutions, the knowledge of which he never
boasted, but of which he knew very well how to make use when he found it
necessary to do so.
Lord Beaconsfield was a perfect contrast, not only to his English
colleagues, but to everyone else in Berlin. His was the figure that was
scanned with the greatest amount of curiosity, and his strongly marked
Oriental features contrasted with his suave manners, that reminded one
of the days of the old French Court of Louis XV. He was perhaps the one
man who thought the most during all the deliberations of the Congress,
and his thoughts were as much for himself as for his country.
He was also the only one who could afford to laugh at the anxieties with
which other people were watching the turn of events. He alone knew the
amount of bluff that had been needed to persuade the world that England
had come to the Congress with the firm intention of going to war if her
wishes were not granted, or her interests unconsidered. He was the only
one who feared that Count Schouvaloff’s perspicacity would see through
the comedy which he had been playing, and advise his Sovereign to
disdain British threats; and as I have already said, he was meditating
upon the best way to drive the Russians out of Constantinople in the
event of their entering it, without having to fire a single shot.
One evening, at a party given by the Austrian Ambassadress, the Countess
Karolyi--who, later on, was to create such a sensation in
London--Beaconsfield began talking with me, and grew quite animated in
explaining how satisfied he felt at the success of his policy. He then
told me the following amusing story: “When I was a little boy I loved
sugar plums, but was strictly forbidden to eat any. My schoolfellows,
who knew this, were constantly teasing me about it and the severity of
my parents. One day I became angry and made a bet that I would bring
some of these cherished sweets and eat them before the whole school. The
bet was accepted, but I found it was not so easy as I thought to win it.
I had no money to buy sugar plums, and those I asked to make me a
present of some refused, saying that my parents would not like it. I did
not know what to do, when suddenly the thought occurred to me to use
some imitation sweets which I had found among my toys. I therefore
brought them triumphantly to school, and, nasty as they proved to be,
ate them in public, so as to show that I had been able to get what I
wanted. I was horribly ill afterwards, but this little adventure was a
lesson to me for the rest of my life, and I made up my mind always to
appear to succeed even when such was not the case. The world never asks
you whether you eat real or imitation sugar plums; it only notices that
you have got the plums, and admires you for having had the pluck to take
them.”
Lord Beaconsfield did not speak any other language than English, and
this, in a measure, placed him at a disadvantage with the other
plenipotentiaries. Most of them, it is true, understood English, but
nevertheless he would often have been embarrassed had he not been most
ably seconded by his colleague, Lord Odo Russell.
The latter was certainly a unique personality. Few people have been
gifted with more tact, more gentle but firm urbanity; few men have
possessed such strong common sense allied with such bright intelligence,
such keen sense of humour, and such statesmanlike views. He was a
_persona grata_ everywhere, with Queen Victoria as well as with her
Ministers, no matter to what party they belonged; with Prince Bismarck,
as well as with that section of Berlin Society that was opposed to the
Iron Chancellor. Together with his clever and charming wife, the
daughter of the late Lord Clarendon, he had made his house in Berlin a
perfect centre of all that was clever, interesting, and amusing in the
German capital. He was trusted by the Crown Prince and by the Crown
Princess of Germany, and nevertheless contrived never to fall under
suspicion of a political intrigue of any kind, which would have been
more than easy, considering the gossip that rendered life so very
difficult in Berlin. He did not commit a single indiscretion during his
long diplomatic career, and never was guilty of a blunder. His knowledge
of humanity was amusing because of its accuracy, and the quiet, dry
remarks in which he sometimes indulged revealed the wit that had given
them birth. He certainly contributed in no small degree to the success
of the Congress from the social point of view. It was impossible to
resist his politeness and amiability, and under their pleasant influence
most bitter adversaries of the Conference would be conciliated whilst
dining or having tea in the hospitable rooms of the British Embassy
after the most desperate differences a few hours earlier. Without Lord
Odo Russell, the Congress might not have ended so quickly, and certainly
not so well. He knew how to elude difficulties, to pass over painful
subjects, and to show the best points in every question. At his death
England lost her most brilliant diplomat.
Lord Odo was sometimes very amusing in the anecdotes which he related,
or the remarks which he made. One that he told me concerned the late
Lord Salisbury, who, as everyone knows, shared with the rest of his
family the defect of being rather _négligé_ in his dress and general
appearance. One evening Lord Odo and I were chatting about this--not
ill-naturedly, for it is doubtful which of us had the greatest
admiration for the remarkable statesman in question--and he laughingly
mentioned to me his surprise when, one day after the dinner-bell of the
Embassy had been ringing, he found Lord Salisbury, who was living there,
still busy at work in his study. “He rushed out,” said the Ambassador,
“and before I had had time to put aside the papers on the table,
literally in _three_ minutes was back again ready for dinner. Now in
that time he could not even have washed his hands, yet there he was in
his evening clothes! I was so thunder-struck that I felt compelled to
ask him how he managed to dress so quickly. Do you know what reply I
got?--and the Ambassador’s mouth showed a malicious smile: ‘Oh, my dear
Russell, changing one’s coat is done at once, and I had black trousers
on already.’”
Another hit of Russell’s was made apropos of the famous Princess Lison
Troubetzkoy, the friend of Thiers, who had played an important part at
the début of the Third Republic, when her salon in Paris was supposed to
be a _succursale_ of the Elysée. This enterprising lady, who lived only
for politics, and who had made herself so thoroughly ridiculous in St.
Petersburg, had arrived in Berlin, fully persuaded--Heaven knows by whom
other than herself--that the Congress could not get on without her, and
that her presence and knowledge of politics were indispensable to Prince
Gortschakov. Someone said in presence of Odo Russell that it was
extraordinary how a clever man like Thiers could have been taken in by
the Princess, who did not even possess the instinct for intrigue, but
was only a very vain woman desiring to pass for what she was not.
“It is very simple,” Russell replied. “Princess Lison has always been
envious of the position which the Princess Lieven at one time occupied
in Paris society, Thiers was always jealous of Guizot; they both
imagined that by imitating their friendship for one another they could
replace them in importance. But, you see, they forgot that one must have
also _le physique de l’emploi_. Guizot was a tall and dry old man, and
Madame de Lieven a thin, hard, old woman, whereas Thiers is small and
bright and Princess Troubetzkoy short and lively. So you see, that
though things may be the same, _c’est pourtant plus petit_,” he ended in
French, with an inimitable twinkle in his eye.
France had sent to Berlin as her first representative M. Waddington, who
at the time was presiding at the Foreign Office, and the second
plenipotentiary was the Comte de St. Vallier, then occupying the post of
Ambassador at the Court of the Emperor William. The latter was a very
remarkable man, perhaps as remarkable as his chief, and without the
former’s phlegmatic nature and quietness which he owed to his English
origin. M. Waddington’s influence was beneficial in many ways. He was a
perfect gentleman, and though perhaps slow and pompous, he was a keen
observer, a man of tact, and one who knew how to make the best of
circumstances. He was watchful to seize every possible opportunity to
raise the prestige of his country and impress others with the conviction
that, though Prussia had been victorious in 1870, the defeat had not
deprived France of her place in the great European concert. It was
impossible to show more dignity than he did, nor to combine it with
greater firmness and courtesy.
He was well seconded by the Comte de St. Vallier, who was the very first
French statesman to see the possibility--nay the probability--of a
Russo-French alliance as an outcome of the Berlin Congress. He had
guessed that public opinion in St. Petersburg would never forgive
Russian diplomacy for its failure to obtain real advantages from the war
just ended, and that it would also cherish a terrible resentment against
Germany and Prince Bismarck for not having assisted Russia after her
neutrality had enabled Prussia to accomplish the conquest of the eastern
provinces of France in 1871 and to compel that country to sign the
Treaty of Frankfort. The Count realised at once the consequences of the
Russian irritation, and doubtless there is still in the pigeon-holes of
the Foreign Office in Paris a report which he addressed on that subject
to his Government. Therein he firmly insisted that the time had come to
consider the possibility of a friendly understanding with the Cabinet of
St. Petersburg, and of working towards the completion of an alliance
which circumstances would render indispensable to both countries, and
from which both might derive enormous benefits.
Of all the plenipotentiaries assembled in Berlin, those of Turkey played
the saddest part. Méhémet Ali, a German by birth, felt ill at ease in
the country upon which he had turned his back, and whose religion he had
spurned; Karatheodori Pasha was a Christian, and as such was not the
proper person to defend the interests of Mussulman Turkey. They both
felt that whatever they might do or say they could not conquer
circumstance nor avert the fate that had decreed that Turkey should
emerge from the conflict diminished in prestige and territory. They
lived a very retired life in Berlin, seldom leaving their hotel other
than to attend the sittings of the Congress.
During the month the Congress lasted, no one followed its deliberations
with more interest and greater anxiety than the Emperor Alexander II.
When he agreed to Germany’s proposal for its assembly he hoped much from
his beloved uncle, the Emperor William, upon whose gratitude he relied
for the tacit help which Russia had given Prussia by its
non-intervention in France after Sedan. Unfortunately for these hopes,
his uncle was disabled from taking any part in public affairs at this
critical moment. A few days before the opening of the Congress the
attempt of Nobiling on the life of William I. took place, and the
illness which followed upon the severe wound which he received obliged
him to delegate the Regency to his son, and Russia was deprived of her
best friend at a time when she needed him the most.
I have said already that Alexander II. was very vindictive. He had not
enough political sense to distinguish between foreseen and unforeseen
events, and not enough shrewdness to fix responsibility where it really
belonged. He became bitter, not only against Germany generally, but
against the Prussian Royal Family, and though he afterwards met his
uncle at Skiernievice and Alexandrovo, their relations were never so
cordial as they had been before. Alexander II. never visited Berlin
again, though he once sent his son the Tsarevitch with his wife on a
courtesy visit, in return for his uncle’s attempts to re-establish the
old family ties which the Berlin Congress had so rudely shattered.
CHAPTER X
ALEXANDER’S LOVE AFFAIRS
Alexander II. was always susceptible to feminine charms. From his early
youth women had exercised a great attraction for him, and the recipients
of his favours were many. When quite a young man, and long before his
marriage, he had been in love with Mademoiselle Sophie Dachkoff, a maid
of honour to the Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, and his attentions became
so marked that Society began to talk about the matter. The young lady,
however, displayed a strength of will rare at her age--she was scarcely
eighteen--and sought an explanation with the Grand Duke, when she told
him plainly that as she could not be his wife his attentions were not
desirable. She then married Prince Gregory Gagarine, the nephew of the
celebrated Madame Svetchine, and for a number of years settled with him
abroad. Prince Gagarine was a distinguished man, a great artist, who
subsequently became Director of the Academy of Fine Arts in St.
Petersburg. When he returned to the capital with the Princess she had
already passed her first youth, and the history of her romance with the
then Emperor was nearly forgotten. She lived to an advanced age,
extremely respected by all, and held in high esteem by the Imperial
Family. At the Coronation of the present Sovereign she was appointed
_Dame à Portrait_, the highest feminine distinction at the Court of
Russia, and enjoyed for some years the advantages attached to that
position.
Some little time after his marriage Alexander II. sought companionship
with persons better able to enter into his interests and to comprehend
his thoughts than the Tsarevna, who was too timid and too cold even to
attempt to exert influence over her husband. Later on when she became
Empress, and especially after the death of her mother-in-law, Alexandra
Feodorovna, she began to assert herself, but it was too late; and though
the Emperor always showed her in public the greatest respect, he had
become accustomed to live his life without her. Later still, when the
influence of the Princess Yourievsky became stronger, he failed even in
the outward marks of deference to his Empress.
So long as Nicholas I. lived, however, the conduct of the Tsarevitch in
public left nothing to be desired. He had flirtations without number,
but no one could accuse him of having a _maîtresse en titre_.
One whom he held in high esteem was a daughter of the noble house of
Dolgorouky, the Princess Alexandra, later on to become the wife of
General Albedynsky. The Princess Alexandra was the daughter of a most
clever, intriguing mother, who had from the first decided to use the
beauty of her children as a stepping-stone to their fortunes. The
Princess Dolgorouky was at one time a very considerable personage in St.
Petersburg Society. She was clever, unsparing in her criticisms, and she
managed to inculcate in all her family a spirit of solidarity such as
one rarely meets with nowadays. This quality enabled them to make
themselves very prominent people indeed. So long as their mother lived
she ruled them with a rod of iron, and insisted on their coming to her
for advice, even in the smallest of matters. When she died she had seen
the fortunes of her numerous children established on quite an
unassailable footing.
Her eldest daughter, the Princess Alexandra, helped her in that task to
the utmost. She was an unusually intelligent and at the same time
extremely kind woman, whose quiet manner and soft low voice impressed
others most favourably. She was on very friendly terms with Alexander
II. and was consulted by him on many occasions when faced with
embarrassing questions. She always gave her opinion in a fearless,
honest way, and considered his advantage above everything. She was the
instrument of her husband’s career. He, though an extremely ordinary
individual, reached the highest dignities, became _aide-de-camp général_
and Governor of the Polish provinces. Madame Albedynsky reigned a
veritable queen in Warsaw for a considerable time, where she succeeded
in making herself liked in spite of the strong prejudices that existed
there against Russian functionaries. When she became a widow, she lived
for some years in St. Petersburg, and at last settled abroad for the
benefit of her health. During the whole of Alexander II.’s lifetime,
whenever she wanted to see him or to speak to him about some important
matter, she used to drive to the Winter Palace and have herself
announced by the valet-in-waiting without any further ceremony. The
Empress herself often had recourse to her influence to obtain things
that she did not dare to ask for herself, and all the entourage of the
Sovereign held her in awe, but also in esteem.
Of her three brothers, one--Prince Alexis--settled in England, where he
married, and is a well-known figure in London Society. The eldest,
Prince Alexander, wedded a rich heiress, Countess Schouvaloff, and died
recently, having reached the position of Grand Marshal of the Imperial
Court. He was known to his friends by the name of Sandy, and was perhaps
the handsomest man of his day and a great favourite. His influence was
great, and he kept in favour through three reigns, and died at the
zenith of his power.
His youngest brother, Prince Nicholas, “Nicky,” as he was called, was
scarcely less handsome than he, and enjoyed the special favours of
Alexander II. He, too, reached the highest dignities. He was for some
time attached to the person of the German Emperor in Berlin, where he
did not succeed in making himself liked, was sent as Minister to Persia,
and later as Ambassador to Rome, where he died in April, 1913.
Madame Albedynsky had three sisters. They were all beautiful, and all of
them at one time leaders of the smart set of St. Petersburg. The eldest,
however, the Countess Marguerite Steinbock Fermor, who died not so very
long ago, had very delicate health, and retired from Society after the
marriage of her two daughters. The second one, Princess Annette, was
wedded to perhaps the richest man in Russia, Prince Soltykoff, and has
recently been widowed. She was without doubt one of the loveliest women
of her time.
Her sister, the Princess Marie, was also unusually handsome. She,
however, had a more eventful life than any other member of her family.
She was married in her early youth to a cousin, also a Prince
Dolgorouky, and when he died some years afterwards, to Count
Benckendorff. Her husband was appointed Head of the Household of the
present Emperor, and she was made a Lady of the Order of St. Catherine.
So much for having been, as the old French proverb says, careful in the
choice of one’s parents.
But however much Alexander II. might have been in love in his early
years, he was destined to fall the victim to a stronger passion, and one
which was to lead him upon a path which might have compromised his crown
had fate and Ryssakoff’s bomb not interfered. I refer to his love for
the Princess Catherine Michailovna Dolgorouky, whom he was to make his
wife after the death of the Empress Marie Alexandrovna.
She and her elder sister were the daughters of Prince Michael
Dolgorouky, who had been brought up together with the sons of the
Emperor Nicholas, and who upon his death-bed had confided his two girls
to the care of Alexander II., who had just then ascended the Throne. He
accepted that charge, and had the little girls sent to the Institute of
St. Catherine for daughters of the nobility, recommending them specially
to the Lady Superintendent. Now the Sovereign was always fond of
visiting the various educational establishments of the capital. He liked
to see children crowding round him, and used to caress them as if they
were his own little ones. He often called to his side the little
Dolgorouky girls and examined them as to their studies and their doings,
and admired them for their beauty. At length, when the eldest was
eighteen, he appointed her one of the maids of honour to the Empress,
and took her to live at the Winter Palace.
It was not long before gossip was rife, and it must be said in justice
to St. Petersburg Society that its sense of decency and honour was
revolted at this forgetfulness of a most sacred trust by the Emperor.
Some representations, indeed, were made to him upon the subject, amongst
others by Count Adlerberg and Count Schouvaloff, whose position, as Head
of the Third Section, brought him in touch with all that was being said
concerning the Emperor Alexander II.
About two years afterwards the younger of the Dolgorouky girls,
Catherine Michailovna, in her turn appeared at the Imperial Court, and
her arrival there sounded the death-knell of her sister’s favour. Prince
Mestchersky, an aide-de-camp of the Emperor, was persuaded to marry
Mary Dolgorouky. The Emperor gave her a large dowry, and as a wedding
present a lovely house on the English Quay.
Prince Mestchersky was killed during the Turkish War, and his widow
afterwards married the nephew of the Viceroy of Poland, Count George
Berg, one of the most charming men in St. Petersburg Society. She had
kept upon excellent terms with her sister, and they both settled later
in Nice, where they lived together in the same villa. The Countess Berg
died some four or five years ago.
Princess Catherine Dolgorouky was a tall, fair, placid looking person,
with lovely blonde hair, a slight figure, with unmistakably graceful
movements and the best possible taste in dress, a quality to which
Alexander II. was particularly susceptible. Intelligence she had little;
tact even less; but she had enough sense to know that on this road which
was to lead her towards the Throne of All the Russias she needed the
help of someone more intelligent than herself, and with more knowledge
of the world. That person she found in a distant cousin, Mademoiselle
Schébéko.
The latter was one of those master minds that at once recognise the weak
as well as the strong sides of every position. She directed her
batteries with consummate skill towards the aim she had in view. She
persuaded Catherine Michailovna to play the part of the woman capable of
giving everything up for love, of resigning herself to any misfortune,
and to any humiliation rather than being parted from the man to whom she
wanted to devote her life. No one could have played that difficult part
better than did the Princess, under the guidance of Mademoiselle
Schébéko, and when it came to asking anything from the Emperor, it was
always the latter, and never Catherine Michailovna, who did so. She used
only to accept with astonishment, and with a gratitude that apparently
savoured of pain, all the presents with which the Emperor loaded her,
and she always complained that he was doing too much for her.
By and by the two ladies exercised such an influence that Ministers
began to take it into account and to ask themselves where it would lead
to. Politics, which at first had played no part in the alliance, became
a prominent matter of discussion, and the Emperor began to meet people
at the Princess’s house whom it was inconvenient to receive at the
Winter Palace.
Every afternoon the Emperor used to go and visit Catherine Michailovna
at the house which belonged to the Princess Mestchersky, her sister, and
in which she lived together with Mlle. Schébéko. There he used to spend
hours, and there it was that the three children of the Princess
Dolgorouky were born. Their birth only consolidated the ties between the
parents. When the Emperor travelled to Ems the Princess followed him
there, and once stayed at the Russian Embassy in Berlin, much to the
indignation of the Empress Augusta of Germany. Later on, when the
Nihilist movement became so terribly active, and it became unwise for
the Emperor to drive about in the streets alone, Princess Dolgorouky
removed with her children to the Winter Palace. Her rooms were situated
exactly above those of the dying Empress, who could hear the clatter of
little children’s feet over her head.
When at length Marie Alexandrovna expired, it was with no one by her
side to close her eyes, save her devoted daughter the Duchess of
Edinburgh, who had arrived from England to be with her mother during the
last days of her life. Owing to the indignation of the Duchess at the
presence of the Princess Dolgorouky in the Palace, the latter removed to
Tsarskoye Selo, whither the Emperor followed her, and where he was
still when the Empress breathed her last.
Forty days after the death of the Empress, Alexander II. married
Catherine Michailovna Dolgorouky, and created her Princess Yourievsky.
The little popularity which remained to the Emperor disappeared after
this mad act. St. Petersburg was incensed, and discontent was openly
expressed at this outrage on the conventions of life.
Catherine Michailovna, nevertheless, had her partisans. All the Liberal
element in the country turned to her, and expected through her influence
to obtain the promulgation of a Constitution. Count Loris Melikoff, M.
Abaza, and all their friends thought the moment favourable to persuade
the Emperor that the time had come when it was his duty to put the
topstone to the reforms for which his reign had been remarkable, by
granting the blessings of Constitutional government. They explained to
him that such a measure would do away with the discontent that his
marriage had raised, that the nation would bless the woman to whose
influence liberty had been given to it, and would see with pleasure that
woman raised to the rank of Empress.
Among the Imperial Family discontent prevailed. The Heir to the Throne
and his wife openly put themselves at the head of the party of those who
repudiated every possibility of a further triumph of Catherine
Michailovna. They had to see her every Sunday at mass, where she
appeared and stood near the Emperor, in the chapel of the Winter Palace,
but beyond that official meeting they paid no attention to her. The
Emperor was furious, and in his turn began to be as unpleasant as he
possibly could towards his children and his family; and it is matter for
surmise whether a revolution of a different character would not have
taken place had not the tragic event of March 1st destroyed the hopes of
those who had played their last card on the strength of a woman’s
influence.
Count Loris Melikoff was the staunchest friend of the Princess
Yourievsky. He it was who advised and encouraged her to persuade the
Emperor to enter upon the road to the most important of all the reforms
of his reign. He it was who told the Sovereign that Russia would admire
his courage in raising to the Throne an Empress who was a Russian, and
thus following the example set by the old rulers of Muscovy, who had
looked for wives among the daughters of their great nobles. He it was
who had already issued orders for the coronation of the wife of
Alexander II. in the Cathedral of the Assumption at Moscow, after the
first anniversary of the death of the Empress Marie Alexandrovna had
passed.
But alas for human wishes and human plans! Sophie Perovska and Ryssakoff
took upon themselves the solution of the problem that had agitated so
many minds, and with the murder of Alexander II. the ambitions of his
second wife were extinguished.
The new Sovereign showed infinite tact in his relations with his
father’s morganatic widow. All the wrongs which he had suffered at her
hands were in appearance forgotten by him. He paid her an official visit
of condolence, had a beautiful house bought for her to retire to, after
she had left the Winter Palace, and settled an enormous allowance upon
her and her children. If ever the “Vanity of Vanities” of the Preacher
was exemplified in human life, it is in that of Catherine Michailovna
Dolgorouky, Princess Yourievsky, who but for an unforeseen crime would
have had the crown of a Russian Empress placed upon her brow.
CHAPTER XI
ASSASSINATION OF ALEXANDER II.
Begun so brilliantly, the reign of Alexander II. ended in sorrow and
sadness. All the bright hopes which had greeted it had been shattered,
and the love of his people for the person of the Emperor was shattered
too. It was realised that he was a disappointed, vindictive man, more
irresolute even than he had been in his youth, and who whilst always
wanting much from others, yet gave too little himself, or even took back
what he had already granted. His reign had not given satisfaction to a
single party, nor quieted any discontent. It was evident everywhere that
after a whole quarter of a century had passed nothing useful had been
done, and that everything would have to be begun over again. The old
fear of offending the Sovereign which had formerly existed in Russia had
vanished, and unfortunately the respect for his person was gone too.
People, moreover, had got into the habit of discussing, and had
forgotten how to work, and for a nation there is nothing worse than
unnecessary or idle discussions.
After several attempts upon his life had followed in quick succession,
Alexander II. became more and more disgusted--and in a certain sense
rightly so--at what he considered ingratitude against himself, and
against the good intentions with which he had ascended the Throne. He
knew quite well that mistakes without number had been made, but he could
not determine exactly what these mistakes were. He called one person
after another to explain to him what ought to be done to repair these
mistakes, but no one could tell him anything definite or seriously worth
listening to. On the one hand, the Conservative party was urging him to
return to the old system of repression under which Russia had been great
and peaceful, and, on the other, minds more clear and more imbued with
Occidental ideas of Government told him that it was impossible to go
back on the road upon which he had entered, and that the country would
only be restored to order when it should be given a share in its
administration.
Political and Court intrigues surrounded the unfortunate monarch. His
wife, who hoped to obtain from the Liberal party the recognition of that
title and dignity of Empress after which her whole soul hungered, used
to explain to him that if he granted a Constitution, Nihilism would
disappear, robbed of its very _raison d’être_, and that at least his
life would be safe. On the other hand, he was well aware that his son
and successor, who would be called upon to bear the brunt of any false
step which he might make, strongly disapproved of any concession to what
he called “the exigencies of the mob.” Feeling, perhaps, that his days
were numbered, he hesitated to saddle his inheritance with new
difficulties and new duties. But at length, as is usually the case,
feminine influence conquered, and Alexander ordered Count Loris Melikoff
to draw up a scheme for a Constitution.
Count Loris, by one of those freaks of Imperial favour which can only
happen in Russia, had found himself one fine day the foremost man in the
country and a veritable dictator, without having done anything to
justify that appointment. He was an Armenian by birth, who had
distinguished himself during the Turkish War. He was a favourite of the
Grand Duke Michael, the Emperor’s youngest brother, who had recommended
him to the Sovereign as a capable and energetic man. Later on he had
been sent to the Government of Astrakhan when the plague broke out
there, and had succeeded in quieting an exasperated mob. This success
had created the impression that he was a resolute character who would
show no hesitation in fulfilling his duties or executing whatever orders
he received. But, as is usual in Russia, where one puts a man _à toute
sauce_, and believes that if he can sweep a room well he can also
furnish it, and that one can transform a servant into a statesman, he
had not one of the capacities indispensable to the position to which he
had been raised. He had all the qualities of his race, a spirit of
intrigue, acuteness, and a _finesse_ that did not hesitate at the means
to be employed, or the wilful disguising of the truth. He began by
promising all kinds of things which he could not perform, and with that
shrewdness which is a characteristic of the Oriental mind, he thought
that by simple diplomacy he could appease the revolutionary movement in
the country, completely overlooking the fact that it was anarchical, and
that the shedding of blood was the only solution which it believed to be
acceptable, and with which it would content itself.
Loris Melikoff knew very well that he was intensely disliked by a
certain portion of Society, as well as by the party that was headed by
the Heir to the Throne. He had even at the time of his greatest favour
felt himself to be in an insecure position; and when he heard applied to
himself that odious expression _wremientschik_ (i.e. favourite of the
moment), which from time immemorial in Russia has designated the
temporary favourites of the Tsars, he could not honestly think that it
was misapplied in his case. He therefore sought to make friends with the
one person whose protection could help him in case of need--the Princess
Yourievsky. Thus, from the union of these two interests, that of an
ambitious, vain woman and of a grasping, clever, and cunning man, came
the scheme upon which the welfare of the nation so much depended.
In view of these facts, one must consign to the limbo of fables the
rumour that at one time was universally believed, that Count Loris had
asked the Princess Yourievsky to persuade the Emperor not to go out on
that fatal Sunday, March 1st. In view of the importance of the events
then impending, it is more than likely that had the Minister really
suspected danger of any kind he would not only have taken measures to
prevent it, but also that his warning would not have been disregarded,
either by Alexander II. or by his wife.
The latter was quiet and content. She was beginning to feel the ground
firmer under her feet. The violent outcry raised at the time of her
marriage had begun to subside. The Emperor had tried to bring her into
contact with several people belonging to the most select Society of the
capital. Ladies had still been chary of meeting the Princess, but men,
who could not very well refuse Imperial invitations, had been asked to
dine with the Sovereign and his wife. For her part, she was beginning to
practise her rôle as Empress, and, thanks to the advice of her cousin,
Mademoiselle Schébéko, she was performing it with tact and discretion.
On the eve of the day which proved to be his last, the Emperor had had a
few friends to dinner, among whom were old Admiral Heyden and M. Abaza,
Minister of Finance at the time. The party had been kept up until a late
hour, and Alexander had told his guests that the next morning, after the
usual Sunday review, he was going to lunch with his cousin, the Grand
Duchess Catherine. He told M. Abaza to come to him in a day or two to
discuss together with Count Loris several points of the manifesto which
he was going to issue to the nation. Princess Yourievsky advised him not
to tire himself, as he had been suffering from a slight cold. He put his
hand caressingly upon her shoulders, and said in French to his guests:
“_Vous le voyez, messieurs, je dois obéir, et me retirer._” They were
the last words which these two were ever to hear from him.
The next morning dawned bright and sunny. The Emperor, as usual,
attended mass in the private chapel of the Winter Palace. His children
were all there, save the wife of the Grand Duke Vladimir, who, being a
Protestant at that time, did not attend the Greek services. It was
noticed that when the Tsarevna came up to her father-in-law to take
leave of him after mass was over, he rudely thrust her aside with the
words “_Dites donc adieu à la Princesse_,” and he indicated the Princess
Yourievsky. The Heiress to the Throne made a profound curtsey to the
Sovereign and silently withdrew, after merely bending her proud little
head in the direction of Alexander II.’s morganatic wife.
This angered the Emperor, and it was afterwards remarked that during the
review, which took place every Sunday in the riding school known as the
“Manège Michel,” he appeared in a bad temper and spoke but little.
However, he drove to luncheon with his cousin, and there seemed to
recover his spirits, remaining with her longer than was his wont.
In consequence of the numerous attempts that had been made against his
life, the Emperor was always escorted on his drives by a squadron of
Cossacks, and, as a further precaution, the head of the St. Petersburg
police--at that time General Dvorgetsky--drove in advance in an open
_droschky_ on the fatal Sunday. The close carriage in which Alexander
II. was sitting was driven by an old and trusted coachman, and upon
leaving the palace of the Grand Duchess Catherine--since converted into
the Emperor Alexander III. Museum--he took the road by the canal that
leads to the Nevski Prospekt and to the Winter Palace. The carriage had
scarcely turned into it when a shot was fired and a bomb exploded in
front of the vehicle. A terrible moment of confusion followed, several
Cossacks were seen to fall from their horses, and the _droschky_ in
which the Head of the Police was riding was overturned, the General
himself being thrown wounded upon the road. Alexander commanded his
coachman to stop. The latter begged and implored him to allow him to go
on, swearing that he would take him in safety to the Palace; but the
Emperor would not hear of it, and got out to see after the wounded
members of his escort. Some passers-by had noticed that a young man was
standing on the ice on the canal with something in his hand; they threw
themselves upon him. It proved to be Ryssakoff who had thrown the first
bomb.
He was led before the Sovereign, and then uttered these memorable words,
which ought to have been taken more seriously than they were by the
listeners. The Emperor, in reply to an anxious question of one of the
officers of his escort as to whether or not he was hurt, had said, “No,
thanks be given to God,” when Ryssakoff exclaimed, “It is too early yet
to say ‘thank God.’”
At that very moment the second explosion took place, and Alexander II.
fell mortally wounded.
He was taken back, still alive, to the Winter Palace, followed by his
brother, the Grand Duke Michael, who had also lunched with the Grand
Duchess Catherine, and, hearing the first explosion, had hastened out
with the presentiment of a misfortune. He arrived upon the terrible
scene too late to see anything else but the bloody body of the Emperor,
and to hear his last words, “Take me to the Palace ... to die there.”
Two hours later the doors of the dead Tsar’s rooms were thrown open, and
the new Sovereign came out, with his Consort leaning on his arm. He
gravely saluted the members of the Household and military authorities
that had hastily gathered there, and passed into an inner room to give
vent to the emotion that was overpowering him.
His brothers and uncles followed him, and a few hasty resolutions were
taken. The troops of the St. Petersburg garrison were ordered at once to
swear fidelity to the new Emperor. Count Loris, despairing and silent,
was simply wringing his hands, and by the body of the murdered man
remained only the Princess Yourievsky, weeping and despairing, and his
faithful valet, who was tearing his hair in his grief.
At that moment Mademoiselle Schébéko approached Catherine Michailovna.
“The manifesto,” she said; “where is it? Have you taken it? It is
already signed, and it may be of use.”
The Princess rushed to the writing-table which was in the room where the
dead body of the Emperor was lying. With a trembling hand she was about
to open the drawer when, upon the threshold, appeared the huge figure of
the Grand Duke Vladimir, the eldest brother of the new Sovereign. He
slowly went up to his stepmother and took the key from her hands; he
turned the lock, and then in courteous tones asked her to leave the room
whilst the last duties were rendered to the remains of the murdered
monarch.
That same night a conference was held between Alexander III., his two
eldest brothers, and one trusted adviser in whom the Emperor had the
utmost confidence; then, beside the body of his murdered father, he
opened the drawer which had attracted the Princess Yourievsky, and took
out the topmost document. It was the manifesto granting the Constitution
of which people had talked for so long a time. He was going to read it,
when the friend to whom I have referred approached him, and, taking the
document from his hands, tore it into a thousand fragments.
“Now, your Majesty,” said he, “you can punish me, but at least it cannot
be said that you stepped upon the Throne of Russia with tied hands.”
Thus began the reign of Alexander III.
CHAPTER XII
ALEXANDER III. AND HIS CONSORT
The Empress Marie Alexandrovna had been heard to say, during the last
years of her life, that she bitterly repented of having allowed herself
to be entirely absorbed by her affection for her eldest son to the
detriment of her other children, and that God had punished her for it by
taking that son away from her. There was a certain amount of truth in
the remark, for it is an unmistakable fact that the care and attention
bestowed upon the Grand Duke Nicholas Alexandrovitch had not been given
either to the education or training of his brothers. The Grand Duke
Alexander had felt this very much when he became unexpectedly the Heir
to the Throne, and suffered from it in proportion to his extreme sense
of duty to his country.
He was in his own odd way a most remarkable man; not brilliant by any
means, perhaps not even clever, but extremely intelligent, and gifted
with a sound common sense that made him rarely commit mistakes in
important questions. He had tried as much as he could to perfect his
defective education, and had studied as much as his military duties
would allow him, when he found himself faced with new duties and future
grave responsibilities. His greatest quality was frankness, united with
an honesty such as is rarely met with. Once he had given his word,
nothing could make him break it. He was a great patriot, and “All for
Russia” became his motto. He differed from his father in that he always
knew what he wanted, and
[Illustration: EMPEROR ALEXANDER III.]
[Illustration: EMPRESS MARIE FEODOROVNA]
never hesitated in doing what he considered to be right. He asked his
Ministers to tell him the truth even in cases where it might be
unpalatable, and he realised that there was yet time for a strong hand
to save Russia from the chaos into which she had fallen. That strong
hand he possessed, and he used it with tact and kindness, but with a
perfect understanding as to the needs of the country and the necessity
for replacing the indecisions of yesterday by the firmness of to-day.
He did not often speak in public, but whenever he was compelled to do so
it was to the point, in a few short words that never left any doubt as
to their meaning. His address to the peasants gathered in Moscow on the
occasion of his Coronation was a notable example of his directness of
utterance, and it at once disposed of the rumours spread by the
anarchists that the Sovereign contemplated taking away lands from the
nobles to distribute them to the peasantry. Alexander III. distinctly
explained to the representatives of the rural classes that he would
never sanction such spoliation, and that he meant to have the rights of
property respected above everything. After that, everything was quiet,
and the danger of an insurrection of the peasantry was entirely averted.
The nation got to love the simple, earnest, quiet, conscientious man,
who never forgot the duties that Providence had put before him, and who
tried in all humility to be the father of his people. His views on
politics and government were straightforward, as his whole character was
straightforward. He read every document that was brought for his
signature; he tried to understand it, and when he did not succeed, then
he had it explained to him by responsible people.
When he ascended the Throne, it was with a deep sense of the horrors of
war, born of his experiences in the Balkans, where he had commanded an
army corps and seen the sufferings of the soldiers as well as the
mistakes of the officers. His first thought, when he found himself in a
position to realise his plans, was to work at the reorganisation of the
Army, to ameliorate the conditions of the soldier, and to try to develop
the industries and trade of Russia. He had a programme of his own, and
he meant to be master, and to do what he himself considered to be right.
Strong as was his character, it was devoid of vindictiveness and
obstinacy. He brought his common sense to bear on decisions he gave, and
it rarely failed him. He succeeded in making Russia a great nation,
feared and respected by all, and that without the firing of a single
shot during the thirteen years that he occupied the Throne.
He believed in autocracy, but was not an autocrat by nature. With all
his unusual strength of character, he had no tendency to tyranny, and he
made himself feared simply because everybody knew that what he meant to
do he would do, and that thoroughly and well.
His children adored him, and all who approached him professed for him a
feeling akin to reverence. Everybody believed in his justice, and though
during his reign Nihilism was entirely crushed, yet very few were those
who suffered for their political opinions. After the leaders of the
conspiracy that led to the murder of the Emperor Alexander II. had paid
the penalty of their crime, the execution of political offenders--that
had been almost a daily occurrence during the former reign--was not
heard of.
Alexander III. was essentially Russian. Sometimes he called himself in
jest the “first _moujik_” of his empire. He had something of the
strength of the moujik in his appearance, which was commanding, but
exceedingly good-natured. He had also the simplicity of the moujik, and
his humble faith in God and the Saints. The Emperor was a great
believer, and his trust in Divine Providence was sincere and touching in
the extreme.
Strange as it may appear, there was a time, when he was still Heir to
the Throne, when Alexander III. held Liberal tendencies, of which he did
not care to be reminded in after life. A curious anecdote throws a light
on that side of his character. The celebrated Russian historian,
Bilbassoff, whose work on the life and reign of the Empress Catherine
II. has become a classic, began his career as Professor at the
University of Kieff. The authorities noticed that he entertained close
relations with some Polish noblemen known for their anti-Russian
opinions, and he was forced to resign his position. He then came to St.
Petersburg and became editor of the _Golos_. It was owing to his efforts
and to the relations which he entertained with Count Loris Melikoff and
with the Heir to the Throne, that the paper, which later on was
suppressed by the orders of Count Tolstoy, became so famous. When its
existence was threatened, Bilbassoff, fearing that his own position
would be compromised, wrote to the Emperor Alexander III. to ask his
protection, and in his letter used the phrase: “I have had until now the
happiness of enjoying the favour of Your Majesty.” The Tsar returned the
letter to Count Woronzoff, after having written in pencil across it:
“Unfortunately this is true.”
I have already referred to his early romance and his subsequent marriage
with the Princess Dagmar of Denmark. The patience, the grace, the
winning nature, and the many endearing qualities of the young Grand
Duchess did their work, and conquered the heart of her spouse, until he
came to love her with all the strength of affection that was in him, to
trust her entirely, and to find in her not only a devoted companion, but
also a wise counsellor and a true friend in the difficult and serious
moments in his life.
Marie Feodorovna was once called by the Emperor “the Guardian Angel of
Russia,” and in that, as in everything else, he spoke the truth. Few
queens have grasped to the extent which she did a queen’s power of doing
good. Few have possessed her gift of mercy and the desire to be merciful
and kind. No prayer found her indifferent, no misery was brought to her
notice without being instantly relieved. Her lovely smile, the gentle
look of her eyes--those great, luminous black eyes, that seemed to read
into one’s very soul--brought more friends to her husband than millions
spent, or years of effort, would have done. Whenever she appeared,
whether it were in a ball-room surrounded by Imperial pomp and adorned
with the Crown jewels, or in a humble cottage, wherever one saw her, she
took with her light and joy and consolation. Unceasing were her efforts
in the cause of charity, innumerable the evils she contrived to repair,
and the good deeds she performed, all without ostentation, and moved
thereto by the gentleness and sweetness of her charming nature. As wife
and mother, as Empress and woman, Marie Feodorovna was an example to
all. From the heights of the Throne upon which she sat with such
dignity, she instilled into the Russian nation a respect for the private
life of its Sovereigns that hitherto had been unknown. Political
influence over the Emperor she possessed to an enormous extent, and yet
no one ever guessed it, so cleverly did she hide from the world that she
ever mixed up with politics.
The Empress was intensely fond of society and of dancing and pretty
dresses. Alexander III. hated parties, but, desirous to please his wife,
he not only good-humouredly consented to her giving all the balls she
wished during the winter season, but also accompanied her to receptions
given in their honour by various hostesses in St. Petersburg. Marie
Feodorovna danced to her heart’s content, and by going about in this
way not only imparted animation to the season, but also helped to make
the Sovereigns popular and acquainted with Society. I have never seen a
prettier sight than a ball at the Winter Palace during those years, with
the crowd of lovely women, the glitter of magnificent jewels, the
artistic gowns, and, above all, the enjoyment that was visible
everywhere.
The Emperor used to play a rubber of whist whilst his consort was
waltzing or going through a quadrille. Sometimes, when the hour was
late, he would quietly order the musicians to leave one by one, until
there remained but one to play a last tune; then the Empress, laughingly
remarking that it was time to go to bed, took leave of her guests.
CHAPTER XIII
THE IMPERIAL FAMILY IN 1881
At the time of the accession of Alexander III. the Imperial family
consisted of his uncles--to whom I have already referred, and who, with
the exception of the Grand Duke Michael Nicolaievich, were to disappear
entirely from both the political and social horizons of St.
Petersburg--and of his four brothers and only sister the Duchess of
Edinburgh. I do not mention the Grand Duchess Catherine and her
children, nor the Leuchtenberg and Oldenburg families, as they were more
distantly related to the new Sovereign. The children of the Emperor’s
uncles were too young at the time to be of any importance, but his
brothers were to give him more trouble than he expected.
The Grand Duke Vladimir, who was the eldest, had always, even when he
was a mere boy, been considered the most intelligent member of the
Imperial Family, thanks to an impudent pertness which prompted him to
put in his word upon every possible occasion. He was undoubtedly clever,
with that cleverness which consists in appropriating other people’s
ideas or repeating other people’s words as if they were one’s own; but
at the same time he was in reality very ignorant, ambitious, and
intriguing. His memory was good, his wit and conversation brilliant, but
it was all superficial, and he was a perfect illustration of the old
proverb “_Grattez le russe_,” etc. He was considered to be possessed of
a forceful character, whilst he was only brutal, as being _empressé_ and
_galant_, towards women, whilst he was nothing but vicious. He had
mastered one of the secrets of success nowadays, the art of
self-advertisement, and he never missed an opportunity to apply it.
At the same time the Grand Duke Vladimir was capable of generous
actions, especially when the honour of his ancestors was in question. As
an example of this fact, I mention the following: When Count Adlerberg
had to retire from his position as Minister of the Imperial Household,
he was heavily burdened with debts. Alexander III. would not agree to do
anything for him. A friend of the Count’s, whose position enabled him to
approach the members of the Imperial Family, went to Vladimir
Alexandrovitch and asked him to speak to the Emperor, and to plead the
cause of Count Adlerberg, adding that the Count had rendered such
important services to Alexander II. that he ought not to be left in the
precarious position brought about by his dismissal from office. The
Grand Duke instantly replied that not only would he speak with the
Emperor, but that if the latter refused to grant his petition he would
pay the debts himself, and induce his other brothers to help him do so.
The debts were eventually paid out of the private purse of the
Sovereign.
When his father was murdered, and the Grand Duke Vladimir saw his eldest
brother, who in the schoolroom had always been under his influence, step
to the Throne, he at first imagined he could go on leading him, and
become thus in reality the first man in the Empire. He less than anyone
expected that Alexander III. would suddenly develop a spirit of
independence and shake off the bonds of diffidence. In the first moment
of confusion, after Alexander II. was brought back dying to the Winter
Palace, the Grand Duke Vladimir assumed a certain authority and issued
directions concerning the immediate swearing-in to the new Sovereign of
the troops of the St. Petersburg garrison, of whom he was the commander;
he retained his presence of mind in that trying hour to a remarkable
degree, whilst his brother, overcome by the sudden burden so
unexpectedly thrown upon his shoulders, sat quite overwhelmed and unable
to think of anything else but grief for his father’s death.
A change soon occurred, however. On the evening of that same eventful
March 1st, Alexander III. returned to the Anitchkov Palace--where he
continued to reside until the end of his life--in an open sledge, with
the young Empress sitting by his side, and without any escort. An
immense and respectful crowd greeted him and lined the whole way.
Scarcely a shout was raised, and a grim earnestness pervaded this first
meeting of the new Tsar and his people, but there were few dry eyes
among those who watched the scene.
At the Anitchkov Palace all his household was waiting for him in the
hall, and an old valet, who had attended the Tsar from his babyhood,
presented him with the traditional bread and salt which is always
offered in Russia upon such occasions, and asked him in a few broken
words to be the “Little Father” of his people. Alexander’s blue eyes
kindled with a hitherto unknown light, and he gravely replied, “Yes, I
will try to be the father of my people.”
The very next day he started upon that task. When he appeared in the
chapel of the Winter Palace, and stood in front of his brothers, he did
so with all the air of a Sovereign of long standing, and not of one of
yesterday, and he issued his orders with a quietness and comprehension
of what he wanted that astonished everyone, and no one more so than the
Grand Duke Vladimir.
The Grand Duke endeavoured to resist this unexpected independence of
Alexander III., and even went so far as to oppose him in certain
dispositions he had made. The Emperor looked at him, and merely said, “I
want this done in the way I have said.” That was all; but from that
moment none of the Grand Dukes attempted to contest the will of the
Emperor.
In a measure, that will was opposed to them. The young Sovereign had
been witness during the war of 1877 of many abuses and mistakes
committed by his uncles, and he had made up his mind to raise a barrier
between the Grand Dukes and the affairs of the State. He held the
Oriental idea that the younger members of every Royal House are the
first to dispute its authority and rise in rebellion against it, so he
decided to keep his relations strictly in their place, and to make them
feel that they had above them an authority it was not wise to thwart.
This infuriated the members of the Imperial Family, but none more so
than the Grand Duke Vladimir and his wife, who from that moment started
a policy of opposition to the Government, and especially to the
Sovereign and his wife, to whose influence they ascribed the many
unpleasantnesses that became their portion. The first of these was the
issue of a new Family Statute which considerably reduced the rights and
income of the relations of the Emperor--one of the first acts of his
reign.
The Grand Duchess Vladimir, by birth a princess of Mecklenburg-Schwerin,
was thoroughly German in tastes, and entirely devoted to German
interests. She was not popular in Russia, partly on account of her
having refused to enter the Greek Church, as until then had been the
rule for all princesses who married into the Imperial Family. At the
present day the matter would not be deemed of importance, but in 1874,
when the Empress Marie Alexandrovna was still alive, the question was a
burning one.
The Grand Duke Alexis was a very different man from his brother. A _bon
vivant_, fond of cards, wine, and women, he had nevertheless more
_tenue_, more earnestness, and especially a greater indifference to the
actions of others. In his early youth he had fallen in love with the
daughter of his father’s tutor, and he had married her in defiance of
the Emperor’s orders, though the marriage was subsequently annulled. The
Grand Duke, however, did not again contract the marriage tie.
At the outbreak of the Japanese War the Grand Duke Alexis was
Commander-in-Chief of the Fleet, an appointment he received from his
brother the late Emperor, and it was publicly said that he had no
control whatever over the department of which he was head. Though it is
certain that carelessness may be imputed to him, he cannot, I think, be
held altogether liable for the disaster of Tsushima. His hands also had
been tied, and the Navy, like the Army, was no more ready in 1904 than
it had been ten years earlier, at the time of the Emperor Alexander’s
death.
The Grand Duke was an extremely handsome man, with a great likeness to
his brother the Emperor; he had dignity when he liked, was a great
admirer of art in every form or shape, and had made a remarkable
collection of old silver, tapestries, and other articles. His greatest
failing was that terrible love _de faire la noce_ that so many Russians
possess. But when necessary he could put on his grandest airs, and could
represent his country to perfection when called upon to do so on State
occasions. He was fond of reading, and knew his classics well.
The Grand Duke Sergius, almost immediately after his father’s death,
married his cousin, the lovely Princess Elizabeth of Hesse, and became a
person of importance when his nephew, the present Emperor, ascended the
Throne, in view of the fact of his having married the sister of the new
Empress. But even during his brother’s lifetime he acquired more
importance than other Grand Dukes, through his appointment as
Governor-General of Moscow. That appointment was due to the dismissal of
Prince Dolgorouky, who had held the post for more than forty years, and
was so popular that it was feared his removal would excite the anger of
the ancient capital, already too disposed to look askance at everything
that came from St. Petersburg. In the hope of making some measure of
atonement for the removal of their beloved Governor, it was decided to
replace him with a member of the Imperial House, and as just about that
time the Grand Duchess Elizabeth had declared her conversion to the
Greek faith, it was thought that this appointment would appease the
Muscovites.
The plan was good, and it succeeded so far as Elizabeth Feodorovna was
concerned. She very soon endeared herself to all classes in Moscow, but
with regard to the Grand Duke it was another matter. In Society he was a
very charming man, cultured, clever, and of all the sons of Alexander
II. he was the one who was most like his father. Unfortunately, however,
he was under the influence of officials who abused their power, and he
was called upon to execute measures--such as the expulsion of the Jews
from Moscow--for which he was not responsible, but which brought him
into unpopularity with a very powerful party.
The Leuchtenberg family was composed of the three sons of the Grand
Duchess Marie Nicolaievna and her two daughters. The elder daughter had
married a Prince of Baden, and paid but rare visits to Russia; the
second, Princess Eugénie, was wedded to Prince Alexander of Oldenburg,
and was one of the most cultured and amiable women that could be met
with. She was a universal favourite. Her _salon_, where a few chosen
friends used to meet, was a centre of literary, philanthropical, and
scientific activity from which charity was not excluded, for it is due
in part to the initiative of the Princess Eugénie that the Red Cross
Society has been developed in Russia and established with such
perfection. She was a very learned woman, and one who kept herself
constantly _au courant_ with every manifestation of science or art in
the world. She did not go out much, partly through delicate health, but
she liked entertaining in a quiet way at home, and was intensely
popular. Her husband, Prince Alexander, was also a clever man, who in
all questions of education followed in the footsteps of his father, the
late Prince Peter of Oldenburg.
As for the Grand Duchess Catherine, she was a lady of the old type, who
had endeavoured to sustain the _salon_ of her mother, the Grand Duchess
Hélène Pavlovna, but she had not the latter’s activity of mind or
spirit, and her parties were extremely dull. Nevertheless she was a
personality, and one felt oneself in a royal atmosphere the moment one
had passed her doorstep, and when she died a whole epoch was buried with
her.
The Duchess of Edinburgh, the only daughter of Alexander II., in spite
of her marriage and the years which she spent away from Russia, retains
her affection for the land of her birth to a remarkable degree. She was,
and is, in a way a very remarkable person, clever without being
brilliant, extremely well read, and gifted with a strong amount of
common sense. She was her father’s favourite child, and an amusing story
is related of her childish days. The little girl was, it must be owned,
indolent by nature, and tried by every means possible to avoid her
lessons. In order to escape from these she used to run into the
Emperor’s room even whilst he was working with his Ministers. He loved
the child, and, taking her on his knee, would keep her there. At last
the Countess Tolstoy, who was entrusted with the education of the Grand
Duchess, seeing that she could do nothing, spoke to the Empress, who
begged her husband to send Marie Alexandrovna away when she invaded his
room. This was done, very much to the sorrow of the spoilt child.
Countess Tolstoy was the best person who could have been chosen to guide
the education of the Emperor’s daughter. She was kind in the extreme,
just, and absolutely unselfish. She knew how to appeal to the best
instincts of her pupil, and inspired her with a strict feeling of duty,
compassion for the miseries of the world, truth, soundness of judgment,
and love of occupation, which was perhaps the greatest triumph of all,
as she had in her nature the laziness inherent to the Romanoff family.
The present Dowager Duchess of Coburg never forgot her old teacher, and
so long as the latter lived used to go and see her every day whenever
she went to St. Petersburg. Gratitude was amongst the qualities which
the latter had taught her.
Marie Alexandrovna remained upon good terms with all her family, and
especially with the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna. She is full of
tact, a really great lady, and a princess of the old school, with whom
allegiance to the head of one’s House is considered a paramount duty.
CHAPTER XIV
THE FRIENDS AND MINISTERS OF ALEXANDER III.
One of the foremost qualities in the character of Alexander III. was
that of knowing how to choose his friends. Of all whom he honoured with
his confidence, or called upon to share with him the burden of
government, few turned out to be failures, and perhaps with one
exception all were gentlemen and men of honour. He held that those who
came of good stock, with honourable ancestors, and who belonged to the
upper classes, ought to be employed in preference to any others, and
though of course there were some exceptions to this rule he had laid out
for himself, still among his personal and private friends there was not
one who could not boast of a name well known in the annals of the
Russian nobility.
That nobility was the object of the Emperor’s special care; he viewed
with distaste that rising tide of democracy which during the last years
of his father’s reign had invaded all departments of the Government. He
was indignant, too, at the evident decline of the good old Russian
_dvoranstvo_, or nobility, which had followed upon the emancipation of
the serfs, and he did all in his power to raise it from its fallen
state. His creation of a bank for the nobility was a great scheme, which
averted disaster from hundreds of homes which, but for it, would have
fallen under the hammer of the auctioneer. He refused, whenever it was
possible, to invest with Court dignities men who did not belong to the
old and well-known families. In a word, “_Il protégeait la noblesse
seulement_,” as was once said by one of his detractors, who was stopped
by the lady in whose house this was told, just as he was going to add,
“_et au détriment des autres classes_,” which would have been entirely
untrue. Before his accession the Emperor had not many friends, but his
position then had been rather peculiar. He knew he was suspected by his
father of entertaining political views opposed to those of his advisers,
and, always respectful of his father’s wishes, he had refrained from any
active expression of opinion, and tried to avoid any appearance of
opposition to the official party. His one great personal friend was
Count Woronzoff Dachkoff, who, as soon as Alexander ascended the Throne,
was to replace Count Adlerberg as Minister of the Imperial Household.
Count Woronzoff belonged to one of the oldest families in Russia, whose
name was written almost upon every page of its history. He was
enormously rich, perfectly independent, not a mere courtier, but a man
who had the courage to say what he considered to be right, and never to
hide the truth from his Sovereign. His reputation was blameless, and his
moral character stood so high that no one even dared to question it.
Though his qualifications as a statesman were not great, his sound
common sense--so greatly appreciated by the Emperor because it tallied
with his own--never allowed him to go far wrong. In all the high posts
which he occupied, he always showed himself to be a real _grand
seigneur_ of the old school, incapable of a mean action or of petty
revenge. His nature was indolent, his love of his own comfort perhaps
excessive, his indifference to praise or blame sometimes carried too
far; but he was the best friend a well-intentioned, straightforward
monarch could have had.
Count Woronzoff was a perfect man of the world, with a rare tact and
most polished manners. He sincerely loved the Emperor, and his devotion
to him was unbounded and has never been questioned. He remained at the
head of the Imperial Household the whole time Alexander III. reigned. In
that delicate position he had sometimes to run counter to members of the
Imperial Family, who became incensed at the authority with which, in the
Emperor’s name, he reproved them. He seldom went into Society, living
for the most part at home in his own family circle; but whenever he
visited he was always welcomed with respect and eagerness--an eagerness
due not so much to his position, as might have been suspected, but to
his own personality.
After the Coronation of the present Tsar, Count Woronzoff retired from
his position of Minister of the Household--a step upon which he had
decided when Alexander III. died. Soon afterwards he was appointed
Viceroy of the Caucasian provinces, an office which he still holds. He
is very much liked in Tiflis, and though some criticise him for lack of
energy, yet it is very much to be questioned whether anyone else could
or would have displayed more, and it is certain that if he retired
scarcely anyone would be found in the whole of Russia who could replace
him.
Count Woronzoff married the Countess Schouvaloff, one of the greatest
heiresses in Russia, sister to pretty Madame Balaschoff, whose husband
inherited the vast domains of the last Prince Paschkievitch, son of the
field-marshal who crushed the Polish mutiny in 1863.
Beside Count Woronzoff, Alexander III. had another intimate friend in
the person of the late General Tchérévine, who, as chief of the
political police and the _Okhrana_, or personal guard of the Sovereign,
was perhaps the most powerful man in the Russian Empire. Occupying a
position which was as dangerous as it was delicate, he yet secured a
wide circle of friends, and made no enemies. He had been on very
friendly terms with the Tsarevitch and his wife, and he had for the
latter a chivalrous affection, of which he was to give her the most
devoted proofs until the end of his life. Extremely clever, with more
statesmanlike qualities than Count Woronzoff, he was perhaps more
popular among the Society of the capital than the latter. He had, above
everything, a cool, quiet courage, combined with a certain element of
fatalism in his character which made him face death and danger with the
utmost indifference. Twice his life was attempted, and on both occasions
he disarmed the would-be murderer with an ease which astonished even
those who knew him well. Few people have been more universally liked
than General Tchérévine. His political adversaries respected him, and
knew very well that once he had given his word he would keep it,
notwithstanding any difficulties which might arise. During the period he
held office Nihilism was entirely subdued, and that without resort to
the rigorous measures that had been so distasteful during the last days
of the preceding reign.
General Tchérévine never left the Emperor, save for two weeks’ annual
holiday in the autumn. In St. Petersburg he rented a modest flat in the
house now occupied by the Austrian Embassy, but at Gatschina or Peterhof
he lived in the palace. There he dined every day with the Imperial
Family, amusing the Empress with anecdotes which he related with much
humour, and with stories as to what was going on in town; but he was
never known to have repeated a single item of ill-natured gossip. He
knew better than any man alive how to keep a secret, and to baffle any
inquiries made of him. He did good all around him, and did it without
any ostentation, being as modest as he was clever.
He was always consulted whenever any important political decision was to
be taken. Alexander III. valued his political abilities, and his clear
outlook on events, as well as his dislike of every kind of intrigue.
When Count Ignatieff had been obliged to leave the Ministry of the
Interior, Tchérévine had not hesitated to say that the step was
indispensable; not that he cherished any animosity towards the Count,
but because he shared the Sovereign’s opinion that the day had not
dawned when a _Zemski Sobor_, which was but a Duma in disguise, could be
summoned.
It is probable that had he lived he too would have resigned his
functions after the Coronation in virtue of the old saying that a
Sovereign’s favourites never get on with his successor; but death
claimed him a very few months after Alexander III. In him Russia and the
Imperial Family, especially the Empress Dowager, lost a truly devoted
friend and servant.
The most remarkable among the politicians who governed the Empire during
the reign, however, were M. Pobedonostseff, Procurator of the Holy
Synod, and Count Dmitry Andrieievitch Tolstoy. The former had been the
tutor of the Emperor. He was of clerical origin, had studied law, and
was considered one of the best jurisconsults in Europe. His great work
on Roman Law has become classical. In appearance he was a lean old man,
with a long nose, and sharp eyes half hidden under spectacles. He could
be very pleasant, was a most agreeable talker, and was wonderfully
learned and well read. He was a Russian of the old school, who saw no
salvation for the country outside of absolutism, autocracy or orthodoxy,
but he was not the narrow-minded individual he has been so often
represented. He hated democracy, and used to maintain that its growth
was particularly dangerous in Russia, where education had not had time
to influence in any marked degree the intelligence of the masses. He
would have liked to augment the number of elementary and village
schools, and held strongly the opinion that the number of students
accepted for the higher schools and Universities should be restricted,
and in that he showed a singularly keen knowledge of the country and of
its moral and intellectual condition.
When Alexander III. ascended the Throne, he found in power men of the
most Liberal opinions, such as Count Loris Melikoff, at whose
instigation the famous Constitution which Alexander II. had signed on
the morning of his death had been drawn up; M. Abaza, not less Liberal
than his chief; and Count Milioutine, who, though in a less degree, was
of the same opinion as his colleagues, that the time had come when some
kind of liberty ought to be granted to the country. At first the new
Emperor tried honestly to work with them; but when he found that their
opinions were incompatible with what he considered to be the right
course to follow, he called in his old tutor M. Pobedonostseff to assist
him. The latter drafted the famous manifesto in which were clearly
announced the intentions of the Emperor to rule according to the strict
principles of autocracy, of which he believed himself to be the
responsible guardian.
The Ministers at once sent in their resignations, and then it was that
Alexander called in Count Ignatieff, who had lived in semi-disgrace
since the Eastern War. Unfortunately, the two men did not agree.
Ignatieff had an intense admiration for the Emperor, and considered him
the ideal of what a Russian Sovereign should be, but at the same time he
had lived too long abroad not to have become imbued with European ideas;
and he, too, thought that the people of a great empire ought not to be
left without some knowledge of the way in which it is governed. He
therefore prepared a scheme of reform which he hoped would please the
Emperor and appease the democratic party, but the Emperor saw in it an
attempt to weaken his rule as an autocrat, and angrily dismissed Count
Ignatieff.
The man who was to succeed him was probably at the time the most
unpopular in the country. He, too, was a great noble, a perfect
gentleman, and a man of strong character. For many years he had held the
post of Minister of Education, and exercised such an iron rule in that
capacity that he had raised against himself a perfect storm of hatred.
His name stood for a system of repression which crushed every
intellectual aspiration of the people. He had been compelled to retire
from this position through the general indignation against him, and a
hymn of praise had been sung when this had taken place. And this was the
man, whom it was thought had vanished for ever from public life, who was
called back to take a leading position in the government of a nation
that had nothing but execration for him and his methods.
It required the strong will of the Emperor to face this indignation, but
he never flinched. In my opinion he was right. No choice could have been
wiser than that of Count Tolstoy to restore order out of chaos. He was
an honest man, one who could listen to reason, a statesman by nature and
by education. He had what so many lacked in Russia, a plan of
government, a clear insight as to the necessities which were paramount
to the welfare of the country; he knew that in order to make it powerful
it ought to be quieted, that the revolutionary instincts of the peasants
ought to be checked, the spirit of revolt in the Universities subdued,
and the Army and finances strengthened. When he expressed these opinions
to the Emperor, he is credited with having told him that he must not
expect a glorious, but a useful reign, and that if he succeeded in
this, he would deserve the gratitude of the country more than if he won
a hundred battles.
Alexander III. could understand and appreciate this, and these two men
planned, thought, and worked together, and succeeded in raising the
moral standard of Russia until it became a Great Power, and its
Sovereign looked upon as the arbiter of Europe. It was a great work,
done in a very short time, if we consider that the reign of Alexander
lasted only thirteen years, and that Count Tolstoy preceded him to the
grave.
It was a work for which posterity ought to be grateful to them, even
though in great part its effects have been effaced by the misfortunes of
the Japanese War and of the Revolution that followed upon it.
The Empress, too, had friends with whom she shared sorrows and joys, and
she also was fortunate in her choice of them. I have already referred to
the Countess Woronzoff, and in addition to her I may mention the
Countess Apraxine, who had been the first lady-in-waiting to welcome the
young Tsarevna upon her arrival into her new country, and who later on
became the Princess Vladimir Obolensky. The Princess was a sure and
faithful friend to her Imperial mistress, whose favour she enjoys to
this day. Her husband was for many years at the head of the private
household of the Heir to the Throne, and remained in that position after
the Emperor’s accession--until his death, indeed, which occurred in the
Crimea three years before that of Alexander. Then there were Count and
Countess Sergius Scheremetieff, worthy representatives of the old class
of Russian _boyars_ that have made the country great; and then again
there was Madame Scheremetieff, by birth a daughter of the mighty house
of Strogonoff, whose mother had been the Grand Duchess Marie Nicolaiena,
the sister of Alexander II. The two principal figures of the Empress’s
Court, however, were Prince John Galitzine and the Princess Hélène
Kotchoubey.
Prince John Galitzine was perhaps the most popular man in St. Petersburg
Society. Few have been more amiable, more charming to receive as guests
in one’s house, and more discreet to have for one’s friend. No one knew
more than he about all the scandals of St. Petersburg Society, and no
one was ever more silent concerning them. He had manners recalling those
of the old French Court, was conversant with all questions of
ceremonial, had most remarkable diplomatic qualities, and was for the
young Empress not only a devoted friend and servant, but also a sure
guide in all social questions. He it was who used to tell her about the
people who were presented to her; who prevented her from falling into
error as to what she ought to say to them; who replied to all inquiries,
and who smoothed away, with never failing tact, all the little
difficulties which crop up in a Court where rivalry and jealousy are
keen.
The Princess Hélène Kotchoubey was one of the remarkable women of the
nineteenth century. She was twice married: first to Prince Belosselsky,
by whom she was mother of the present Prince of that name, of the
Countess Schouvaloff, and the Princess Lise, or Lison, Troubetzkoy. By
her second husband she had one daughter, who was one of the leaders of
St. Petersburg Society, and was married to a millionaire, General
Dournoff. The Princess Hélène had in her youth played an important part
in the social world of the Russian capital; she was clever, not exactly
beautiful, but possessed, even in extreme old age, a wonderful charm,
and was one of the most admired women of her day. Her enormous riches
had allowed her to keep open house and dispense a semi-royal hospitality
to her friends. Her palace on the Nevski Prospekt--which ultimately
became the home of the Grand Duke Sergius and his wife--was the scene of
most splendid balls, which rivalled even the Imperial entertainments.
The Princess Hélène had travelled more than was usual among Russians at
that time; she had visited every Court in Europe, was everywhere
welcome, and knew etiquette like that Duchesse de Noailles whom poor
Queen Marie Antoinette had nicknamed “Madame l’Etiquette.” No one could
uphold the dignity of a Court in the way that she did, and no one could
walk with such majesty of bearing, or enter a room with such authority.
When one saw her, one understood the part played by the old aristocracy
in the times of the French kings, when it was considered a privilege and
an honour to be in attendance upon the Sovereign.
The Princess Kotchoubey, during her long journeys abroad, had become a
friend of Queen Louise of Denmark. When the Princess Kourakine, who had
been Mistress of the Household of Marie Feodorovna, died--an event that
happened just after the accession of the Empress--the Queen recommended
to her daughter the Princess Hélène Kotchoubey for that difficult
position, who, as she well knew, was the one woman who could win for the
new Sovereign of Russia the sympathies of the Courts and reigning Houses
of Europe. This choice was one of the most successful that could have
been made. The Princess Hélène was for the Empress a sure guide in all
social and Court matters; she signalled to her the people she ought to
see, and brought to her notice every fact to which her attention ought
to be drawn. When foreigners arrived in St. Petersburg she knew who they
were, and whether they ought to be received or not, and was a stickler
for etiquette such as Russian Society had never seen. Her knowledge of
the _Almanach de Gotha_, which she had learned by heart, prevented her
from ever making a blunder; and whilst she lived the dignity of the
Court and of the Imperial Household was managed and maintained with
something that was akin to art. No one who saw her at a State function
could ever forget her. It was a poem to watch her enter a room, or to
precede or follow the Empress; she was quite small, and yet appeared
taller than many tall women, for not only had she a perfect carriage,
but an elasticity in all her movements that at once attracted attention.
With a soul above intrigue, she yet gloried in the exercise of
influence, being always ready to tell the Sovereigns what she thought it
was necessary for them to know, and free in her language with them, yet
perfectly respectful; very diplomatic with those with whom she came in
contact, she was often entrusted with missions abroad, especially in
regard to the old Emperor William, who had a very high opinion of her
abilities. Her receptions were attended not only by all the élite of the
capital, but also by the crowds of people from the provinces who flocked
to St. Petersburg every winter. It was there that one could admire the
tact and knowledge of the world which the Princess possessed. She knew
exactly every _nuance_ with which she ought to receive either this or
that person; she showed each individual the right chair he was to
occupy, and the moment he sat upon it, the friends of the Princess
Kotchoubey became aware of the importance in which she held him. When
she had to administer rebukes, she did so with such tact that no one
could be offended, and yet they were sometimes very bitter. I shall
always remember one afternoon when a young officer, who was introduced
to her for the first time, and who, as he belonged to a family worthy of
her attention, she had seated next to herself, did not rise for an old
general who arrived a few moments later. The Princess, seeing that the
young man did not move, and that the general had humbly appropriated
another seat, rose, and taking a small chair, carried it next to him,
and began chatting, leaving the offending youth solitary on his sofa.
Another amusing episode of Princess Kotchoubey’s career at Court
occurred when the daughter and son-in-law of Baron Alphonse de
Rothschild, M. and Madame Ephrussi, arrived in St. Petersburg. They came
on a financial mission, for it was just at the time when a new foreign
loan was in question. Madame Ephrussi, a lovely woman, knew a good many
Russians, who had been warmly welcomed in her house in Paris, but, alas!
her husband was a Russian subject, and as such had not the privilege to
be admitted to Court or invited to an Imperial ball. Nevertheless, the
invitation was sent without the knowledge of Princess Kotchoubey, who
rose up in arms against it. She stormed, she raged, and at last
declared, with pinched lips, that she would not present Madame Ephrussi.
Prince John Galitzine tried in vain to persuade her to yield, and she
finally declared that she would rather give up her position than consent
to such a breach of ceremonial, which it was her duty to respect. “_Sa
Majesté peut faire ce qui lui plait_,” she repeated; “_mais moi je ne
présenterai pas Madame Ephrussi_.” Prince Galitzine at last, in despair,
went to consult the Empress, who in her turn was terribly embarrassed,
as she did not like to offend the daughter of the mighty Baron Alphonse,
and, on the other hand, she was afraid to act contrary to her Mistress
of the Robes. At last she thought of a way out of the difficulty.
“_Voilà ce qu’il faut faire_,” she said. “_Vous me nommerez Madame
Ephrussi, dans une porte lorsque je la traverserai._”
And it was done in the way suggested. With the greatest of trouble, the
amiable and tactful Prince Galitzine hustled Madame Ephrussi between two
doors, and whilst the Empress was passing, stopped her with the words,
“_Madame, voici Madame Ephrussi_.” The Empress bowed, and murmured a few
words; and the thing was done to the relief of everybody.
With the death of Princess Kotchoubey the old traditions of a _dame
d’honneur_, such as it was understood in the Royal Households of older
days, came to an end. She has never been replaced. After she died her
position was given to the Countess Strogonoff, and at the Court of the
present Empress the post was filled first by the Princess Mary
Galitzine, and is now held by Madame Narischkine, who has tried to
revive its glories, but in vain. Times have changed, and the old Court
ceremonial and etiquette have been relegated, with much else, to the
lumber-room of forgetfulness.
CHAPTER XV
ALEXANDER III IS CROWNED
It was with a certain amount of apprehension that the public in Russia
prepared itself for the Coronation of Alexander III. March 1st was not
yet forgotten, and though little had been heard of Nihilists or
anarchists in the two years that had elapsed, yet everyone knew that the
movement still existed, and that the danger of yesterday might easily
become the peril of to-day. One person, perhaps, in the whole country
had no apprehension, and that was General Tchérévine, who was very well
aware that the precautions which he meant to take would be sufficient,
and that the person of the Emperor was in no danger whatever. These
precautions, indeed, were so well planned that the numerous people who
arrived in Moscow for the memorable event suffered far less
inconvenience from the police measures inseparable from such occasions
than those who thirteen years later were to attend the Coronation of
Nicholas II.
When it is necessary to do so, no Court in the world can display more
pomp and splendour than the Russian, but it must be acknowledged that
the magnificence of the sight witnessed in Moscow during the month of
May, of the Year of Grace 1883, surpassed all expectations. The pageant
began with the solemn entry of the Emperor and Empress into Moscow,
previous to the Coronation ceremony. I witnessed it from the window of a
house overlooking the famous chapel of the Iverski Virgin, the patron
saint of Moscow. We sat from nine o’clock in the morning until nearly
one before the procession began to appear, but no one thought for one
moment that he had waited too long, so intensely interesting was it to
watch the crowd which filled the streets behind the soldiers that lined
both sides of it. From time to time a superior officer was seen on
horseback, passing from one place to another, and saying, as the
occasion demanded, a word or two to another officer on duty. Then,
again, a member of the high clergy appeared, and, robed in cloth of
gold, entered the chapel, from the steps of which he was to welcome the
two Sovereigns. Or, again, a Cossack of the escort in his red uniform
went to and fro, looking for somebody who was not to be found, or a
Court official, with a cocked hat decked with white plumes, and in his
hand a stick surmounted by a knot of pale blue ribbon, disposed the
various deputations massed at the entrance of the chapel, or gave a
direction to the choristers standing in their long tunics of raspberry
red, braided with gold. It was a never-ending pleasure to look upon this
varied sight, so quaint and so unlike anything one had ever seen before;
and when at length the first gun was fired announcing that the cortège
had left the Petrovsky Palace outside the town, where the Emperor had
passed the night, expectation became so intense that it was almost
painful.
Another gun, and then another, and three more in quick succession; and
then, after another half-hour, appeared in the distance the first troops
that heralded the approach of the procession. One regiment after another
filed before the sacred chapel, the officers saluting it with their
swords, and took up their position beyond its gates on the big square
opposite the Kremlin. Then came the Gentlemen of the Imperial Household
on horseback, in their gold-laced uniforms; then again masters of the
ceremonies, in gilded carriages lined with red velvet, and then troops
again; deputations sent from the Asiatic dominions of the Tsar, also on
horseback, in most original Eastern costumes, among which the head-dress
of a Buddhist Lama attracted great attention. It was a kind of gold cap,
reminding one in its shape of the historical coiffure of the Venetian
Doges. The Emir of Bokhara, with his suite, also on horseback, came
next, and at length, riding a small white horse, surrounded with a
brilliant staff, and followed by his brothers and all the foreign
princes present in Moscow, appeared the Emperor. He rode slightly in
advance of the others, and when he arrived in front of the chapel he
stopped his horse. Endless hurrahs greeted him whilst he slowly
descended from his steed and waited until the heavy gilt carriage, drawn
by eight milk-white horses, in which the Empress was riding, accompanied
by her little daughter, drew up. Alexander himself opened the door of
it, waving back the equerry who was about to do so, and helped Marie
Feodorovna to alight. For one moment she stood there, dressed all in
white, a big diadem of brilliants on her head, innumerable diamonds
round her neck and on the bodice of her dress, clothed in cloth of
silver and with a cloud of delicate white lace enveloping her graceful
figure, the loveliest of smiles playing round her mouth, whilst tears of
emotion were glistening in her sweet eyes. With one of those impulses
which made her always do the right thing, even when it was not imposed
by the ceremonial, she turned round and saluted the crowd that was
staring at her, lost in admiration before her beauty. Then together with
the Emperor she advanced towards the chapel, her train held up by pages,
and listened with reverence to the few words of greeting of the bishop
who, with cross in hand, was waiting to bless the Imperial pair on the
steps of the chapel. They entered the chapel for a few moments of
silent prayer, and then the Emperor helped his Consort to re-enter her
carriage, himself remounted his horse, and the procession started again.
It was an imposing sight, in spite of the narrowness of the way to which
it was confined. The carriage of the Empress was the chief object of
attraction; a heavy coach, dating from the times of Elizabeth of Russia,
with her monogram in diamonds on the doors; it was lined with pure white
velvet, and through the glass sides the figures of the Empress and her
little daughter could distinctly be seen. Then came other carriages just
as magnificent and imposing, in which rode the Grand Duchesses and other
princesses, all in magnificent dresses and Court trains and splendid
jewels. Then other vehicles not so gorgeous, perhaps, but still gilded
and glorious with red velvet and golden laces, which contained the
ladies of the Imperial Court, foremost among whom was seen the
_kokochnik_, or old Russian head-dress embroidered with pearls, of the
Princess Hélène Kotchoubey. Then troops again, the Cossacks of the
private escort of the Emperor in red tunics, the _chevaliers gardes_ in
their golden cuirasses and big helmets surmounted by the Imperial Eagle
with outstretched wings, and the big guns of the artillery; and finally
a timid little boy who had followed the procession from the very gates
of the Petrovsky Park accompanied by a small black dog, that seemed just
as lost in bewilderment at all that was happening as was his master.
The boom of the last gun had advised the crowd that for that day at
least the pageant was over, and the Emperor had reached the Kremlin
Palace. Everything had passed off to perfection without a single
incident to disturb the splendour of the ceremony; and now came three
days of waiting, until that fixed for the Coronation dawned.
It was a rainy morning to which, unusually early, we awoke, for one had
to be in the cathedral by eight o’clock. All Moscow was in a fever of
expectation, and I believe very few people slept that night. Inside the
Kremlin itself the excitement was intense. The whole of the pavement of
the inner courtyard in which stand the three cathedrals, with that of
the Assumption in the farther background, and the palace with its famous
so-called “red staircase” in front of the belfry of Ivan Weliki, was
covered with scarlet cloth, and tribunes were erected around it. On each
step of the staircase was stationed alternatively a Cossack from the
private escort in red tunic, and a _chevalier garde_ with his shining
gold cuirass. A crowd of chosen representatives of the merchant and
peasant classes was standing in that open space and examining with
curiosity the occupiers of the tribunes, all of them people belonging to
the highest society of the two capitals.
The sky was grey, and a drizzling rain was falling at intervals. Inside
the Cathedral of the Assumption were gathered the highest military and
civil officers of the Crown, ladies of high rank and the heads of the
foreign embassies. A common excitement, such as no one had experienced
before, prevailed among all these people, the one anxiety being as to
how the ceremony would proceed. At last the clergy left the cathedral in
solemn procession to sprinkle with holy water the path which the
Sovereigns were to tread from the Kremlin to the church. Then one saw
slowly approaching the foot of the staircase a heavy canopy held by
officers belonging to the higher ranks. It was stationary for a few
minutes, and then a long train of gentlemen-in-waiting issued from the
gallery which leads from the inner apartments of the palace to the “Red
Staircase.” They were followed by chamberlains, masters of the
ceremonies, and at last by a procession headed by the Queen of Greece,
Olga Constantinovna, first cousin to the Emperor, walking with a young
boy, in whom everyone recognised Nicholas Alexandrovitch, the Heir to
the Throne, arrayed in the full uniform of Chief Ataman of the Cossack
army. They were followed by all the foreign princes and princesses, and
the members of the Russian Imperial Family, and entered one after
another the precincts of the cathedral to await the arrival of the
Emperor and the Empress.
Another few minutes of almost breathless silence, and then shouts and
acclamations announce the coming of the Sovereigns, and on the top of
the staircase they appear together, he with bared head, in full uniform
of a general; she in a white gown all silver and lace, but with nothing
on her head, whence lovely curls and locks of hair fall on to her neck;
Alexander III. leading by the hand Marie Feodorovna. He is calm but very
pale; she, on the contrary, looks extremely agitated, and her lovely
eyes seem full of tears, whilst red spots upon her cheeks testify to her
emotion. Slowly they descend together the long flight of stairs, and
slowly also, under the big canopy with its ostrich plumes hovering above
their heads, proceed to the cathedral. On the threshold of the ancient
church, the Metropolitan of Moscow, surrounded by his clergy, awaits
their coming. For a few minutes they stand thus face to face, the Head
of the State and the Representative of the Church, and then all this
splendour disappears within the gates of the oldest of antique Moscow’s
shrines.
As they proceeded to their seats, clergy, high dignitaries, and
Sovereigns, the choristers burst forth into a chant of joy, at first
subdued, then breaking out into a sound of triumph, and thunder their
welcome to the Tsar of All the Russias.
Then the imposing ceremony began. At first the Metropolitan read
prayers, and then the Crown was brought to him--that great Imperial
Crown, the very sight of which inspires terror to the onlookers, so
perfectly does it represent the weight of responsibility which rests
upon its wearer. The clergy blessed it, and then Alexander III. stepped
forward and with firm hands took it and put it upon his head. The sun
then shone for the first time on that eventful morning, and its rays lit
up the big diamonds and the fair, massive head beneath the beautiful
diadem. Then the sound of the guns broke the silence, proclaiming from
their iron throats to all the world that the Chief of the House of
Romanoff has assumed the Crown which his ancestors had first won in that
ancient city of Moscow. One after another the reports fall on the ears
of the crowds outside the cathedral, and they too shout “Hurrah!” and
“Hurrah!” until the walls of the Kremlin ring with the echo.
Whilst the choristers intoned with their sweet voices the _Te Deum_,
generals approached the Sovereign, bringing the Imperial Mantle in cloth
of gold heavily embroidered with black eagles and lined with ermine, and
tied it around his shoulders; he took the Sceptre in his right hand and
the Orb in his left, and then the whole assembly fell upon their knees,
whilst he alone remained standing, arrayed with all the attributes of
his Imperial power, and a prayer for him was read; and after all the
people assembled to witness his triumph had prayed for him, he, the
Tsar, began in his turn to recite aloud the Nicene Creed, which has
never varied since the day it was first composed, and which is treasured
by the Orthodox Church as the fundamental stone of its whole edifice.
When one looked at him there, with the Crown shining upon his head and
the Sceptre grasped in his firm hand, one was reminded of those
beautiful lines by Longfellow:
“Dost thou see on the rampart’s height
That wreath of mist, in the light
Of the midnight moon? O hist,
It is not a wreath of mist;
It is the Tsar, the White Tsar,
Bayuschka! Gosudar!”
Then, in her turn, the Empress advanced and knelt down at the feet of
her Imperial spouse, with the folds of her silver dress falling around
her, its white shimmer adding brilliancy to her whole figure. He, the
mighty Emperor, slowly took a pretty small crown of diamonds, and
carefully, with loving movements, set it on her bowed head. At that
moment the Empress raised her beautiful, expressive eyes towards his
face, and one could see that between the two there passed one of those
fugitive minutes of intense emotion which occur but once in a human
life, and which are sufficient to fill up the rest of it, with its
remembered joy. He raised her in his arms, and, forgetful of the world
around them both, pressed her close to his heart in one long and
passionate embrace. And the choir chanted once more the words of a hymn
of thankfulness, a _Te Deum_ of reverent gratitude.
After the Empress in her turn had been robed in her Imperial mantle and
received from the hands of the Metropolitan the blue ribbon of the Order
of St. Andrew, a solemn thanksgiving mass was celebrated; and when that
was over the doors of the cathedral were thrown open, and the Imperial
procession appeared once more upon the threshold. This time Alexander
wore the Crown and stepped alone under the canopy, his regal mantle
trailing behind him, and, followed by the Empress, whose hands are
joined together as if in prayer, he passed before his subjects, on
towards the ancient Cathedral of the Archangels, and to the other
churches of the Kremlin. The bells rang, and the belfry of Ivan Weliki
sent forth its grave, solemn tones, and all the guns posted on the other
side of the river added their vociferation to that of the crowd, and the
hurrahs with which it greeted its crowned Sovereigns. The sun that had
remained hidden, save for some few minutes, at length broke through the
clouds, adding its splendour to the magnificent scene. Alexander III.
appeared before his people, splendid in appearance, the image of that
mighty Empire at whose head he found himself, which he was to lead on to
peace and to prosperity, such as no one had even dreamt of on that sad
day when he ascended his bloody throne.
Festivity upon festivity followed through the succeeding three weeks,
and then came the sensational moment of all, when the Emperor declared
to the assembled peasants, come to greet him with the traditional bread
and salt, that they were to return to their homes, and say that he would
always care for their welfare, but would never consent to a new
distribution to them of the lands belonging to the rural proprietors. To
this firm speech can certainly be attributed the quietude which Russia
enjoyed with regard to agrarian questions, until the Revolution which
followed upon the reverses of the Japanese War opened the era of new
troubles, of which we have not yet seen the end.
CHAPTER XVI
ST. PETERSBURG SOCIETY FROM 1883 TO 1894
During the winter that followed the Coronation, Society in St.
Petersburg began to settle down, and to assume the aspect which was to
continue during the whole of the reign of Alexander III. As usual, the
Court took the lead, and the programme of the season’s festivities was
generally drawn up to accord with that approved by the Empress for the
Winter Palace; this, as a rule, varied only in exceptional
circumstances, but depended upon the time of the year at which Easter
was celebrated.
After his father’s murder it was deemed advisable for the new Emperor
not to reside in St. Petersburg. Alexander hated Tsarskoye Selo--where
the Princess Yourievsky had queened it for the previous ten years or
so--and Peterhof being uninhabitable in winter, it was decided that the
Court should reside at Gatschina, a magnificent but totally isolated
palace, which boasted of an immense park and many discomforts.
The latter did not prevent the Emperor from liking the place, which he
considerably improved, and where he resided for the greater part of each
year until his death. He was able to enjoy there a certain amount of
liberty, which was impossible for him in St. Petersburg; he could take
the exercise indispensable to his health without being disturbed, and
have some mild shooting without going out of his park. He really loved
Gatschina, and so did his children; but it cannot be said that this
affection was shared by his Household, who were always sighing whenever
they returned to it, and rejoicing when the month of January took the
Court back to St. Petersburg.
Life at Gatschina was very quiet, and more like that of a private
country squire than that generally supposed to be led by a Sovereign.
The Ministers used to come in turns to present their reports to the
Emperor, after which he generally kept them for lunch. Officers of high
rank, functionaries called upon to present themselves to the Sovereign,
were also received in the morning; but these did not enjoy the favour of
sharing his meal. In the afternoon Alexander generally took a long walk
of some two hours, accompanied either by one of his sons or by the
Empress, and in the evening a few members of the suite dined with the
Imperial couple, after which the Emperor remained for an hour or so in
the small drawing-room of his Consort, chatting pleasantly and smoking a
few cigarettes. He then retired to his study, where he worked until very
late in the night.
Such was the life that went on day after day with but very little
variation. Whenever anything of importance occurred in the capital, and
to every regimental feast--of which there are so many in Russia--the
Emperor and Empress went to St. Petersburg. The latter, kind and
considerate as she always was upon these days, used to receive at the
Anitchkov Palace the ladies desirous of presenting their respects to
her, and also before the beginning of each season the débutantes of the
year, together with their mothers, so as to save them the tedious
journey to Gatschina in winter. At Christmas there are generally
Christmas trees lighted for all the members of the Household, and also
for the soldiers of the regiments quartered at Gatschina, as well as for
the children of all the Imperial servants, from which presents were
distributed by Marie Feodorovna with her own hands. On New Year’s Eve
the Imperial Family removed to St. Petersburg to remain there until the
beginning of Lent.
On New Year’s morning, after mass, there was a great reception in the
Winter Palace. Everybody that was anybody was present, and though it was
most trying for ladies to dress in full Court dress and trains at the
early hour of ten o’clock, yet not one of those who composed the élite
of St. Petersburg would have missed it. They were all but too eager to
present their good wishes to their beloved Empress, who always received
them with a beaming smile and the kindest of welcomes. Generally,
immediately after mass, she received, with the Emperor, the members of
the Corps Diplomatique, without their wives, as only Russian ladies were
admitted to the Palace upon that day; then Marie Feodorovna passed into
another room, where she smiled her New Year’s wishes upon her own
feminine subjects. It was a long and trying day for her, but never did
she show the slightest sign of fatigue or weariness, and she generally
left everyone who had been allowed the happiness to approach her upon
that morning, delighted with her kindness and affability.
On New Year’s Day the official rewards for the year were granted, and it
was amusing to watch the faces of those that had received some sign of
Imperial favour, and the disappointment of the less honoured ones. The
Winter Palace, indeed, on the morning in question, afforded to students
of psychology a wonderful opportunity to study human nature; whilst the
simple observer also could amuse himself by watching the display of pomp
that this unique reception presented. It is still held, and once more is
regularly attended, for Marie Feodorovna again presides at it, owing to
the continued ill-health of the young Empress.
On January 6th there was another reception at the Winter Palace, without
ladies this time, for the blessing of the waters of the Neva. This sight
was also viewed by the members of the Diplomatic Corps, with their wives
and daughters, and the foreigners of distinction present in the capital,
who were introduced by their respective Ambassadors or Ministers. After
the ceremony there was a luncheon, the honours of which were undertaken
by the Mistress of the Robes to the Empress, and the ladies-in-waiting.
It was not until after these two functions that the official winter
season was considered to have begun.
The first ball of the year generally took place on or about January
10th. It was essentially an official function, inasmuch as invitations
were sent only to personages belonging to the first four classes of the
_Tschin_, as it is called, or to members of the Imperial Household, with
their wives and daughters, and to ladies who before their marriage had
borne the diamond initial of the Empress and the rank of maid of honour.
There were generally some seven or eight thousand invitations
distributed for this festivity, at which the most extraordinary figures
appeared, who only showed themselves upon that one day, whilst many
smart people, whose presence was an ornament at all the small balls of
the Empress, were absent from this particular one, owing to their not
having the necessary rank to be admitted to it. Provincials arrived in
town for the occasion; governors of distant countries, functionaries who
would not have been admitted to any smart drawing-room, mustered in full
force. It may have been they were more attracted by the supper, which
was always the feature of this particular ball, than for the pleasure of
seeing the Sovereigns, who, owing to the immense crowd, could not
possibly be seen by every one of the numerous guests at this
extraordinary function. Marie Feodorovna literally blazed with diamonds
when she entered the ball-room with the Emperor, for on her slender
person were displayed all the Crown gems. She was generally dressed in
white satin or velvet upon that day, with the blue ribbon of St. Andrew
across her shoulder, and an enormous diadem, the middle stone of which
was a huge pink diamond. The Grand Duchesses followed her, but the
Imperial Family did not dance much on this occasion beyond the one
official quadrille, in which the Ambassadors and their wives were
invited to participate.
I have referred to the supper served at this ball. The menu of it was
classical, and spoken of in all those inferior circles of St. Petersburg
Society for whom asparagus and lobster represented the _ne plus ultra_
of luxury. Each of these figured upon the menu, and were supposed to be
brought fresh from Paris at great trouble and expense. The expense, of
course, is less now than when the custom was inaugurated, but the
tradition remains, and how often have I heard one or other of the
remarkable old ladies who, with their feathers and flounces, came out of
their retirement to attend the ball of the “Salle Nicolas,” as it is
called, remark, “_Mon cher, il y avait des asperges fraiches pour tout
le monde_.”
Though asparagus might be there for everybody, it is certain, however,
that there was not enough room for this heterogeneous assembly, and that
the crush at these receptions surpassed everything that could be
imagined. There was hardly elbow room, and to enjoy oneself was quite
out of the question.
With the ball once over, the Empress was free to receive her friends in
the way she liked best, and generally three, or sometimes
four--according to the time left before the beginning of
Lent--receptions were given in what was called the “Concert Room” of
the Winter Palace. These balls were certainly unique from every point of
view. They were never crowded, as rarely more than eight hundred
invitations were issued, and the supper was served in the Nicholas Hall,
a splendid apartment which was transformed into a winter garden. Each
small table was laid for eight to ten people, having in the middle of it
a big palm tree, at the foot of which was a parterre of roses and other
flowers. Under the portrait of the Emperor Nicholas I., which hangs in
the centre of one wall, was a kind of parterre of hyacinths, mixed with
tulips, opposite which stood the supper table of the Empress, to which
were invited, apart from the Grand Duchesses, the Ambassadors, and some
other important personages, and which was literally covered with the
most splendid exotics. The Emperor never sat down to supper, but used to
walk round the different tables, speaking a word here and there to the
people whom he knew, and seeing to the comfort of his guests, as any
other master of the house would do.
These balls were the great feature of the St. Petersburg season, and the
brilliance of the dresses and jewels displayed at them was quite
remarkable. The Empress used to dance every dance, and contrived in the
intervals to speak with her friends, or give a word of encouragement to
young débutantes, who were always the object of her special care, and
whom she loved to see enjoy themselves.
In addition to these balls at the Winter Palace, Marie Feodorovna gave
small dances at the Anitchkov Palace. To those she invited only her most
intimate friends, to the number of three hundred at the most; and, with
the exception of the Danish Minister, no diplomat was ever seen there.
It was quite a private reception, and it lasted generally until the
small hours of the morning. Another small ball, the invitations to which
were confined within a very narrow circle, was the one given at the
Hermitage, where supper was served in the brilliantly illuminated
picture gallery, where one could admire the many _chefs d’œuvre_ which
this famous collection contains, whilst talking with one’s partner.
Finally, on the last Sunday in Carnival, there was a reception at Court,
which was generally held in the Yelaguine Palace, on the island of that
name. Luncheon was followed by dances, which lasted, with an
interruption for dinner, until twelve o’clock, when the Empress took
leave of her friends until the next season, and left immediately for
Gatschina, whither the Court returned that same night.
With a few exceptions this programme was carried out regularly during
the thirteen years of Alexander III.’s reign. The Emperor and his
Consort used also to attend the receptions and balls of foreign
Ambassadors, as well as those of some members of the Russian
aristocracy, such as Count Scheremetieff, Prince Volkhonsky, Count
Woronzoff, and M. Balashoff, and Count and Countess Steinbock Fermor.
The last-mentioned gave one ball which to this day is remembered in St.
Petersburg Society, so very magnificent was it. Then there were the
receptions of Prince and Princess Menschikoff, which were always graced
by the Imperial presence, as well as those of Count Orloff Davydoff and
of the old Prince Youssoupoff.
Lent was generally spent in Gatschina, and for Easter the Imperial
Family returned to town for a few days. In June they moved to Peterhof,
on the Baltic Sea, and in July made an excursion to Finland on their
yacht. In August the great summer manœuvres took place, after which the
Emperor and Empress generally went to Denmark with their children. That
was the time which Alexander III. considered his real vacation. There he
could live quite like a private person surrounded by congenial people;
there he could for a few solitary moments forget that he was the Tsar of
All the Russias, and enjoy life in the way that he liked best.
Of course, there were some variations to this yearly routine. Visits to
be paid to or received from foreign monarchs, or journeys into the
interior of the Empire; but, generally speaking, the description I have
given represents the existence led by the Imperial Family at that time.
Naturally St. Petersburg Society was influenced by all this. It
underwent a certain change from its established customs of the former
reign. For one thing it danced more, and for another it criticised less.
Salons belonging to what one would call in England the Opposition
gradually closed their doors. Somehow, it was felt they were out of
place. Social scandals were for the most part discussed only among the
coterie of the Grand Duchess Marie Pavlovna, or in reference to that
coterie. Politics ceased to interest the public, because it was
felt--without its having been ever said--that this was a subject which
the Sovereign liked to reserve to himself. Of course, people
talked--this can never be prevented--but with one difference: when blame
was heard anywhere, it was always connected with this or that Minister,
and never attributed to the Emperor, whilst in the time of his father it
had been the contrary: it was the Monarch who was criticised or taken to
task, and his Ministers held blameless.
Morals also underwent a transformation. Ugly scandals became rare, and I
cannot now remember one of flagrant character. Among the leaders of
Society at the time were the Countess Olga Lewachoff, the Countess Marie
Kleinmichel--noted for her political proclivities--a reputation which
she shared with Madame Nélidoff. The latter was sister to General
Annenkoff, who constructed the Transcaspian Railway, and cousin to the
late Russian Ambassador in Paris. Count and Countess Pahlen were also
very considerable personages in the social horizon of St. Petersburg. He
had been Minister of Justice during the reign of Alexander II., and she
was a _Dame à Portrait_ of the Empress. They represented the German
element at Court, but were highly esteemed and very much respected by
the Emperor. The Countess Strogonoff, Mistress of the Robes in
succession to Princess Hélène Kotchoubey, was a great lady who, before
her appointment, had always lived a retired life, and retained her
provincial tastes and manners. She was very timid, and took a great deal
of time to get used to her position. Her receptions, given in a most
magnificent house, were dull to the extreme, but very decorous; she
never knew who attended them, and rarely could recognise anyone. The
attention of Society was forcibly drawn to her the first time that she
appeared in St. Petersburg after her appointment as maid of honour. It
was at a performance at the French theatre, and a rude young man, rather
the worse for drink, Prince V----, seeing an old frump sitting modestly
in a corner of a box, went up and put out his tongue at her. One can
imagine the scandal that followed. The hero of it was nearly turned out
of his regiment, and probably would have been had not the good-natured
Countess herself pleaded for his forgiveness. She was a kind woman, very
stiff, very prim, but full of good qualities and intentions.
Another maid of honour, of more social consequence than the Countess
Strogonoff, was the Princess Elizabeth--or Betsy, as everybody called
her--Bariatinsky. She was a really great lady, who knew her place, and
filled it to perfection; her receptions were visited by the best people
of St. Petersburg Society, whom she welcomed with a quiet dignity.
I cannot take leave of my old friends among these ladies without
mentioning the Princess Lise Volkhonsky. She was the wife of Prince
Michael Volkhonsky, whose father had taken part in the conspiracy of
December 14th that nearly cost Nicholas I. his throne. Prince Michael
was born in Siberia, whither his mother had elected to follow her
husband, and at his majority was restored to his title and rank in the
_noblesse_. He had risen to a very high position, and had married a
cousin--the Princess Volkhonsky--beautiful, clever, charming, with
exquisite manners and most attractive personality. She frequently used
to receive the Emperor and Empress, and though she seldom visited at
other houses, yet she received a number of people in her own. Before her
death she fell under the influence of the philosopher Vladimir
Solovieff, and, partly owing to that influence, she was converted to the
Roman Catholic faith. The event was not made public until her death,
when difficulties ensued through the fact that Prince Volkhonsky wished
the funeral to be conducted in accordance with the rites of the Orthodox
Church. M. Pobedonostseff, the Procurator, interposed, and decided that
since the Princess had seceded from Orthodoxy, the funeral ceremony must
be conducted by the ministers of the religion she had adopted. A violent
discussion ensued, the end of which was that the Procurator of the Holy
Synod was severely blamed for the so-called “fanaticism,” which, after
all, had only secured what the Princess Volkhonsky would probably have
herself preferred.
Among the most exciting social events of the period was the matrimonial
venture of the Grand Duke Michael Michailovitch. When the young Grand
Duke began his social career it was thought that his marriage would
take place with a certain beautiful and accomplished young countess, but
to the surprise of everyone he went abroad, whence it was announced he
had wedded the young Countess Merenberg.
Society talked extensively, of course, and the excitement was
intensified by the news of the sudden death of the Grand Duchess Olga at
Kharkoff, on her way to the Crimea. The Emperor deprived the Grand Duke
of his rank at Court, and in the Army, and forbade him to return to
Russia. He settled with his wife in Cannes, and she received from the
Grand Duke of Luxemburg the title of Countess Torby. The present Emperor
has, however, forgiven them, and Michael Michailovitch is sometimes seen
at Court festivities in St. Petersburg.
CHAPTER XVII
THE FOREIGN POLICY OF ALEXANDER III.
One of the questions that occupied public attention, both in Russia and
abroad, when Alexander III. succeeded his father, was as to the policy
he would adopt with regard to foreign affairs. Prince Gortschakov was
still alive and officially at the head of the Ministry; but its real
leader was M. de Giers, who was to remain in control of it until his
death. In appearance he was an insignificant little man, walking with a
peculiar droop of one of his shoulders, and with as mild a manner as
diplomat ever bore. He was supposed to foster German sympathies, and to
be strongly inclined towards an anti-French policy. The Emperor, on the
other hand, was known to be antagonistic to Teuton influences, and it
was wondered what direction the Cabinet of St. Petersburg would take
under the new regime.
A strange little incident helped to excite the curiosity of St.
Petersburg Society. It is nearly forgotten by now, but I must mention it
because it had an undoubted influence on the spirit of distrust which
Alexander III. entertained until his death towards Germany and its
intrigues.
It was well known that the Grand Duchess did her utmost to give
prominence to everything German, and to try to give the policy of the
Russian Government an inclination towards Berlin. She was also believed
to have personal communication with Prince Bismarck and to keep him _au
courant_ of everything that was going on in St. Petersburg. She had
been a great favourite with Alexander II., and was the only member of
the Imperial Family that had condescended to visit and be upon good
terms with the Princess Yourievsky. This last circumstance gave her an
opportunity to keep herself well informed concerning the foreign policy
pursued by the Government, and it is certain that she tried her best to
smooth down the differences that had arisen between the Cabinets of
Berlin and St. Petersburg subsequent to the Congress of 1878.
When Alexander II. was murdered the position of his daughter-in-law
underwent a change. The new Sovereign was the last man capable of
consulting or confiding in a woman on matters of State. The Grand
Duchess found herself thrust aside, and experienced from this inevitable
change a keen feeling of disappointment and of anger.
It would appear that one day she wrote fully upon these matters to
Prince Bismarck, mingling in her letter not only complaints, but also
bitter criticisms directed against the Emperor, his views, opinions, and
future plans, such as she imagined them to be. Now comes the tragic side
of the story. The letter fell into the hands of an aide-de-camp of the
Grand Duke Vladimir, Count C----, but how was never told. The Grand
Duchess openly accused him of having stolen it, whilst he replied that
he had found it in a place where it had no business to be, and had
thought it his duty to appropriate it. I leave the reader to judge
whether this explanation was justifiable or not; it is certain that the
letter was placed by the Count in the hands of the Minister of the
Imperial Household and was submitted by him to the Sovereign. The
scandal was great, and, for a wonder, was not hushed up. The Grand
Duchess was the first to speak about it, and to complain of the
indelicacy of her husband’s aide-de-camp. In this it has always seemed
to me that she was right, for there is no excuse for such a mean thing
as stealing a letter. The Count was dismissed by the Grand Duke, but
immediately received the appointment of aide-de-camp to the Emperor,
which set tongues wagging with more energy than ever. No one knows what
would have happened had not the Grand Duchess fallen dangerously ill and
been sent abroad to complete her recovery. When she returned the scandal
had blown over, but its effects were not so easily forgotten. Alexander
III. was disgusted to find that he had German spies even among the
members of his own family, and the relations between the two Governments
became more strained every day, in spite of the tact displayed by the
German Ambassador in St. Petersburg, General von Schweinitz, and the
military attaché, General von Werder, who were both great favourites
with the Tsar. Thanks to their efforts, a kind of _modus vivendi_ was
established, and the public had no knowledge that relations between the
two nations were not as cordial as they had been before.
It was not, however, the case, as some people have thought, that because
of this breach between Russia and Germany the new Emperor at once turned
his thoughts towards a French alliance. France as a country was not
sympathetic to him, and he hated Republican governments almost as
energetically as did his grandfather Nicholas I. Furthermore, the Tsar
was not entirely convinced of the stability of the French Republic, but
his was a mind which prompted him to look round and to convince himself
where lay the real interests of his own beloved Russia before taking a
step which would be definitive. During this interval of waiting and
making up his mind as to what was to be done, a Minister such as M. de
Giers proved himself to be most useful.
The aim of the Emperor was to restore to the country the quietness of
which it had been deprived for some years previous to his accession. He
wanted a prosperous Russia from the economical, as well as from the
industrial point of view. Already he had in his mind the great scheme
which will immortalise his name--the construction of the Trans-Siberian
Railway, which was to unite Europe with his vast Asiatic dominions, and
he well knew that in order to achieve such a gigantic enterprise peace
was indispensable; that without it all his plans would be futile.
He consequently waited, making no sign as to his intentions, and he
became furious whenever an untoward event disturbed his plans and shook
the edifice of peace he was labouring to construct.
One can therefore imagine the anger with which an episode such as that
connected with the two speeches of General Skobeleff was received by
him. The comments of the German press on this regrettable incident
increased the Tsar’s passion, because he saw himself indirectly accused
of having approved this intemperate language. It was, therefore, an
imperative order which he sent to “the White General” to leave Paris
immediately and report himself at St. Petersburg.
I will here mention a fact of which, I believe, very few living people
are aware. When Skobeleff received this message, or rather this command,
his first thought was to resist, and he wrote in that sense to a friend
in St. Petersburg, saying that he would not submit to be treated like a
naughty schoolboy after all he had done for the country. It was the
first time that friend had heard him mention his own services, and he
thought it was not the moment to do so, when a numerous and powerful
party was accusing him of trying to provoke a war for his own personal
satisfaction.
“Do not make any mistake,” he replied to the General. “If you disobey,
you will not find in the whole of Russia a single man who will not judge
you harshly for so doing. It is not for one so great as you to assume
the right to give others an example of disobedience to one’s Sovereign
and to one’s flag. Come back, explain yourself, and you will find that
you will thus disarm your most bitter enemies. Rightly or wrongly, you
have been represented as an ambitious man, who even dreams sometimes of
putting upon his own head the crown of the Romanoffs. Show them that you
are made of other stuff, that before everything you are a true Russian
and as such a faithful servant of the Crown. The time for military
revolutions is past, never to return, and the Army is no longer a power
standing face to face with the Sovereign, but a tool for the realisation
of his wishes and a support for his Throne.”
Whether this letter had or had not an influence over Skobeleff I cannot
say, but it is certain that after receiving it he returned to St.
Petersburg and on the very next day presented himself to Alexander III.
What passed during that interview no one knows. Neither the Tsar nor
“the White General” ever mentioned the conversation which took place
between them, but Skobeleff changed considerably after this eventful
journey of his; he left the capital very soon after and returned to
Minsk, where his army corps was stationed. Four months later, in the
very prime of life, and at the zenith of his reputation, he died quite
suddenly, and in circumstances which some people persist to this day in
thinking mysterious, whilst in reality they were only unmentionable.
With him disappeared the last Sir Galahad that Russia will ever see--a
legendary hero, whose exploits will be the subject of popular ballads
which will be remembered and sung by women and children after we are
dead and forgotten.
It is useless to attempt to conceal the fact that the death of
Skobeleff, which was a national misfortune, caused something like a
feeling of relief abroad, especially in Germany, where the conviction
held that he wanted to provoke a war, and in Turkey, where he was
considered to be dreaming of becoming Prince of Bulgaria at the first
opportunity, with ambitions which might ultimately lead him to
Constantinople. As for the Emperor, he regretted the loss of the
General, but he was not sorry, if one can make such a distinction. War
was far from his mind, and he could not help considering whether such a
strong man, as Skobeleff undoubtedly was, would not become as dangerous
in time of peace as he was useful on a battlefield.
After the Coronation the foreign policy which Alexander III. meant to
pursue became more evident. People understood that it would be directed
towards the maintenance of peace so long as it was necessary for Russian
interests. “All for Russia” became the motto, not only of the Emperor,
but also of all his Ministers. The spirit of nationalism which had been
dormant for so long began to revive, and gradually the world came to
recognise that Alexander would have no other consideration than the
welfare of his own country, in which the interests of his neighbours
would have no part. In spite of his anti-German feelings, he had too
much common sense not to understand that it was essential for both
nations to live in peace with each other, and even when he was most
incensed with the policy of Prince Bismarck, he did not contemplate a
war with Germany, from which he well knew that no possible advantage to
Russia could result.
It is now the time to say one word as to those famous forged Bulgarian
documents about which so much fuss was made. No one knows to this day by
what channel they reached the Emperor, but it is certain that he once
remarked, when talking with one of his rare friends and confidants about
that strange episode and the denial of Prince Bismarck of any knowledge
of the papers in question, “_Tout mauvais cas est niable_.” There is no
question that he entertained feelings of suspicion against the
Chancellor, and never quite believed that the documents were not
genuine. Perhaps this conviction proceeded from his knowledge of the
person from whom he had received them, and whom he probably considered
as one who would not have stooped to such a means of revenge as helping
to impose upon him such a gross fabrication. Of course, he was bound to
accept the explanations offered by the German Chancellor, but it is to
be questioned whether he believed in them implicitly. However, he
appeared to dismiss the incident from his attention, but, nevertheless,
it was to lead to great results, because in the course of time the idea
of a Russo-French alliance was suggested by the very people who had
brought these Bulgarian papers to the Emperor and at last succeeded in
interesting in their cause no less a person than the Procurator of the
Holy Synod, the all-powerful M. Pobedonostseff.
It was he who convinced Alexander that, without going so far as an open
and acknowledged alliance, some kind of tacit understanding might be
arrived at with the French Republic, an understanding that would have
for consequences a complete change in the political equilibrium of
Europe, and might serve as a useful check on Austrian ambitions and
designs in the Near East.
It was upon this basis that the French fleet was sent to Cronstadt and
that of Russia to Toulon. The festivities which attended both occasions,
and which originally were intended to be purely military in character,
were transformed into manifestations of real friendship. So completely
was prejudice swept away before these national displays that the Tsar at
length consented to the “Marseillaise” being played in the halls of the
Peterhof Palace, on the day that the French Admiral and officers dined
there, and on its being sung in the streets of St. Petersburg itself.
“_Nous avions fait du chemin_,” as the French say.
Whether Alexander III. would have gone to Paris is a question that would
be difficult to answer. It is certain that the visit would not have been
sympathetic to him; it is equally certain he would not have hesitated
from it had he thought it was necessary as a guarantee of a long period
of peace for Russia. That peace was his most earnest desire, and no
Sovereign has ever had so much at heart the peaceful development of his
nation than this mighty ruler of 160,000,000 people. If ever one earned
the glorious title of “Peacemaker,” it was the father of the present
Tsar.
CHAPTER XVIII
ALEXANDER’S MINISTERS
One of the first cares of Alexander III. when he began to reign was the
financial condition of Russia. It was far from cheerful at that
particular moment. The expenses of the Turkish War had not been paid;
taxes were coming in most irregularly; the value of the paper rouble had
gone down considerably; and foreign credit was not easy to obtain. It
was impossible to do without the latter, for the national deficit could
not be met from the resources of the country alone. At length, after
endless trouble, a loan was arranged, but under terrible conditions,
imposed by the Jewish banking world of Paris and Berlin. With this loan
the Rothschilds absolutely refused to have anything to do, on account of
the massacres of Jews that had taken place in the south of Russia,
especially in Kischinev.
The situation was serious, and needed an energetic and clever man to
face it. In the year 1889 the official world of St. Petersburg was
surprised to read that the Director of the Technological Institute of
that capital, M. Wischnegradsky, had been appointed Minister of
Finances.
If ever an “outsider” gained a foremost position, it was M.
Wischnegradsky. He was unknown to the fashionable world, and hitherto
Ministers had been looked for in that charmed circle. No one knew him,
no one had heard anything definite about him, except that he had been
Chairman of the South-Western Railway, and succeeded in re-establishing
order and prosperity to that enterprise, which had far from a good
reputation when he was called upon to save it from bankruptcy. He was
also credited with great tact, great learning, and an excellent
knowledge of financial matters and problems. He was no longer young, but
full of energy and determination. Beyond these superficial facts, no one
could tell anything concerning him, or even make speculations as to
whether or not he was fitted for the important post to which his
Sovereign had called him.
There were people in St. Petersburg who said that it was M.
Pobedonostseff who was responsible for the appointment. This assertion
was absolutely untrue. It was the personal act of the Emperor, who had
been greatly struck by a pamphlet written by M. Wischnegradsky on the
Public Debt of Russia, which had quite accidentally fallen into his
hands. He sent for the author of the pamphlet, and had two long
conversations with him, after which the world was stunned by the news
that Ivan Alexieievitch Wischnegradsky had been appointed to the task of
repairing the shattered finances of the Russian Empire.
Difficult though that task was, it was crowned with success. At least,
M. Wischnegradsky put matters so far right that his successors only had
to reap the benefit of his almost superhuman work. In his ideas as to
the best way of restoring the credit of the country he showed himself a
great statesman as well as a great financier. He overcame difficulties
almost insurmountable at first sight; he induced the Rothschilds once
more to smile upon a land in which their “co-religionists” were
persecuted and trodden upon. He persuaded them, as well as other
financial powers in Europe, that Russia had unknown resources within its
limits, which only needed developing for the good of the whole of the
industrial world. He above all things obeyed his Imperial master’s
orders, which consisted in trying to convince public opinion that so
long as he reigned peace would never be endangered, and that Russia
would follow a policy of industrial progress and peaceful development of
her resources towards one goal, that of becoming a rich nation rather
than a conquering one.
For years M. Wischnegradsky worked at this task, and he lost his health
and ultimately his life in bringing it to an issue. His first care was
to consolidate the value of the paper money by gathering enough gold to
guarantee the redemption of any issue that the Government thought it
necessary to make. When he took in hand the direction of the Treasury,
the amount of gold in the cellars of the Imperial Bank was scarcely
sufficient to serve as security for the foreign loans with which the
country was saddled, and all payments were made in paper. When he was
compelled to retire from the public service, gold was beginning to be
the common currency, and now one finds more of it in Russia even than in
France, and the scarcity is in paper money.
Wischnegradsky well knew that it was only a future generation that would
reap the benefit of his policy, but this did not deter him from carrying
out the programme which he had in his mind, in spite of his numerous
enemies who howled at him because they did not perceive any immediate
amelioration in the conditions which he had undertaken to transform from
bad to good.
Ivan Alexieievitch was a charming man from the social point of view,
full of fun and amusing anecdotes, which he freely distributed in the
course of conversation. In spite of the enormous burden of work which he
had taken upon his shoulders, he found the necessary time to keep
himself cognisant of everything that was going on in the world, and I
do not think that any remarkable work of science or of literature was
published without his finding time to glance at it, so as to be
conversant with its most important points. He realised that it is
essential for a statesman to keep himself posted as to the state of
public opinion, not only at home but abroad, so as to be able to see to
the needs of his own country through the criticisms addressed to it by
the foreign press. Light was the thing he most valued, and of light he
never found enough around him nor around the Emperor; the latter, he
used to say, ought to be spared petty criticisms and details, but should
be kept informed as to the essential points of weakness in his
dominions, no matter even if they became a source of painful
disillusionment or of sorrow.
He loved Alexander III. sincerely, and with a devotion such as is rarely
met with in a Minister. He appreciated his honesty and the
straightforwardness of his intentions, and above all he respected the
love for Russia which animated his Sovereign; he would have induced the
Tsar to make the greatest sacrifices if only they were conducive to the
prosperity of the Russian people.
When the famine of 1892 brought the population of twelve of the most
fertile Governments in the Empire to the verge of starvation, it was
Wischnegradsky who spoke to Alexander III. of the misery that this
famine was causing and would cause to Russia. This in spite of the
recommendations of the then Minister of the Interior, M. Dournovo, who
had succeeded Count Tolstoy in that responsible post, and who, being
above everything a flatterer, did not like to tell the Emperor the true
state of things. Wischnegradsky even went so far as to have sent to the
Tsar a piece of the terrible bread, made of grass and straw, that the
peasants in certain localities were eating, in order to convince His
Majesty of the distress; and he, who was supposed to be so very
economical, insisted upon enormous credits being opened in order to
relieve the stricken provinces. The burden of this arduous
responsibility, and the strain of this gigantic work, told at last on
the constitution of Ivan Alexieievitch, and one day in spring, whilst at
Gatschina, where he had gone to submit his weekly report to the Emperor,
he was stricken with an attack of what at first sight appeared to be
apoplexy, and was with difficulty taken home.
It was at that particular moment there appeared upon the political scene
a person who ever since has occupied a considerable position in the
history of Russia, Sergius Ioulievitch Witte, now Count Witte, whose
signature stands at the foot of the Portsmouth Treaty of Peace with
Japan.
Count Witte, about whom so much has been written, comes of a good family
of German origin, which settled in Odessa many years ago. He studied
well, but through lack of means had not been able to obtain any
appointment, except of an inferior kind. For a number of years he was
station-master at Popielna, a small station on the South-Western
Railway, not very far from Kieff. It was there that M. Wischnegradsky,
at that time chairman of the railway, saw him, and was struck with his
abilities, and appointed M. Witte manager of the rolling stock of the
company. Once in a position from which there was a chance of promotion
and distinction, Witte showed to their best his unquestionable ability
and knowledge of financial matters. When M. Wischnegradsky was called to
the Ministry of Finance he at once brought Witte to St. Petersburg and
made him chief of one of the most important departments of the Treasury.
The rest became easy, and doubtless many of the reforms carried out by
Wischnegradsky were due in part to his _alter ego_, Sergius Ioulievitch
Witte. Wischnegradsky continually praised his subordinate to the
Emperor, saying that without him he would never have been able to
accomplish what he had, and when the Ministry of Communications became
vacant, he proposed to the Sovereign to appoint M. Witte to the post. On
the morning of the day of that fateful journey to Gatschina, Ivan
Alexieievitch had felt unwell, and seeing Sergius Ioulievitch, asked him
to accompany him. It was Witte who brought back to town his former
chief, and during the sad days that followed he was continually in the
house helping the bereaved family and taking all the trouble he possibly
could from their shoulders, so as to leave them free to attend upon the
sick man.
About a week after the attack that had prostrated the Minister of
Finance a letter was sent to the Emperor; it opened in a most humble
tone, and with the assurance that the writer was prompted only by a
sense of duty, but the interests of Russia were dearer to him even than
the ties of a grateful friendship. And then it went on to state that the
health of M. Wischnegradsky was such that there was no hope of his ever
again fulfilling the duties of his responsible post, and that this
contingency ought to be provided against, or the interests of the
country would suffer. Even whilst this letter was being written the
Minister was slowly mending and looking forward to the day when he would
be able to take up his work again.
The Emperor showed this letter to General Tchérévine, who urged him not
to take any immediate action, and offered himself to go and see how
matters stood. He did so, and was able to assure the Tsar that there was
nothing to warrant the assumption that Wischnegradsky would not get
better, and that in any case it would be better to wait before making a
decision that would certainly break the heart of the old man, who was
conscientious enough to resign his duties if he saw himself unfit to
perform them.
After a long illness, followed by a longer leave spent in the Crimea,
Ivan Alexieievitch returned to St. Petersburg, and once more took up his
duties; but the old activity was gone, and gone with it, too, was the
energy, as well as the power to work, for which he had been so famed.
After a few months he asked to be relieved of his duties, tired perhaps
also of the many intrigues against him, prompted by the desire to see
his successor installed. Before leaving his post, at a last interview
with the Emperor, he recommended the appointment of M. Witte in his
place. He retired into private life, and died two years later, deeply
regretted by all who knew him, and leaving behind him the reputation of
one of the most disinterested servants the Crown had ever had.
Even before death had claimed M. Wischnegradsky, M. Witte had become one
of the foremost men in official Russia. Clever to an uncommon degree, of
great intellectual ability and statesmanlike views, he knew what he
wanted, and in Russia that is the quality which is seldom met with. He
was ambitious; he desired power, and was one of the few men who knew how
to use it. Above all, he had a keen knowledge of humanity, of its
defects, and of its meannesses. Free from prejudices, he was not a man
to be hampered by convention, and during the course of his career he had
given striking examples of this disdain for public opinion. If not a
Napoleon or a Bismarck, he was unquestionably a strong man, with the
capacities, perhaps, of a Richelieu, who rose to his high position
because a king helped him, and not because he helped a king.
At the present moment Count Witte is, without doubt, the cleverest
statesman that Russia possesses, though it is very doubtful whether he
will ever return to power with the weight of the Treaty of Portsmouth
hanging round his neck.
I cannot end this chapter without saying a few words about another of
the Ministers of Alexander III., who played an important part in public
affairs owing to the transformation which he effected at the Ministry of
Justice. Nicholas Valerianovitch Muravieff was a character out of the
common. He was Public Prosecutor at the trial of the murderer of
Alexander II., and had risen to fame by the very able manner in which he
conducted this difficult case. When he became Minister, principally
through the influence of General Tchérévine, who considered him one of
the ablest of public men, he at once made his presence felt in his
department, into which he brought a degree of order previously unknown.
He was brilliant in the extreme, a quality which he shared in common
with all the Muravieffs, and especially with his cousin, who was
afterwards Minister for Foreign Affairs. After the Japanese War he
resigned his position and accepted the post of Ambassador in Rome, where
he died quite suddenly and in mysterious circumstances very soon
afterwards. Apart from his sterling qualities, he was one of the most
interesting and charming men of his time. He left some curious memoirs
relative to the events which accompanied the murder of the Emperor
Alexander II., and the development and crushing of the Nihilist
movement. If ever these memoirs are published they will prove an
interesting contribution to the history of Russia during the last
quarter of the nineteenth century.
CHAPTER XIX
THE POLICE UNDER ALEXANDER III.
It is impossible, when writing about Russia, to avoid reference to the
police. The general idea abroad is that visitors to the country have a
policeman at their heels at every moment, and run the risk of being sent
to Siberia at the slightest provocation, or even without any provocation
at all. They are exceedingly surprised when they arrive in St.
Petersburg to find that the police are never seen anywhere except in the
streets, and that their presence is not felt in any offensive way.
During the reign of Alexander III. the Russian police system, especially
that of the capital, was organised to a degree of absolute perfection,
but at the same time the members of it were never obtrusively in
evidence.
The force was divided into three sections. The political police, to
which belonged the special corps known as the “_corps des gendarmes_,”
was controlled from the Ministry of the Interior, and its ramifications
spread over the whole of Russia. The second section confined its
operations to St. Petersburg and was under the command of the Prefect of
the city; and, thirdly, there was the _Okhrana_, or special police,
employed in guarding the Sovereign, to which section the others were
subordinate. The Chief of the _Okhrana_ was General Tchérévine, to whose
able care the most difficult matters connected with the organisation of
these different branches of the service were entrusted, and who had the
last word to say in regard to them.
The Prefect of St. Petersburg was General Gresser, a most able,
trustworthy, and vigilant officer, full of energy, tact, and discretion,
who not only had secured the most perfect order in the city, but was
also most watchful as to any political manifestation that might occur.
The _corps des gendarmes_ was commanded by General Orgewsky, a personage
of a certain importance, if only on account of the number of enemies he
had managed to make.
General Orgewsky commenced his career in the crack regiment of the
_chevaliers gardes_, and though not a favourite, yet was a prominent
personage in St. Petersburg Society. He had been transferred to Warsaw
as Colonel of the gendarmes at a time when Warsaw was supposed to be
infested with revolutionaries and Nihilists, and had fulfilled his
duties there to the general satisfaction of everybody. Further, he had
married a lady honoured with the particular friendship of the Empress
Marie Feodorovna, a friendship which she thoroughly deserved, being a
most charming, amiable, and good woman. When the question arose of
finding a suitable man to take over the command of the political police,
and act as adviser to the Minister of the Interior, General Orgewsky was
selected for the post.
The General was a stern man, of a harshness of character that bordered
on cruelty, and he set himself to perform his duties in the most
relentless way. No one could boast of having succeeded in arousing his
indulgence or the slightest feeling of mercy when what he considered to
be his duty was in question. He was, indeed, oversensitive on the point
of duty, and jealous to a painful degree of the power which he wielded.
It was this jealousy that brought him into disgrace. About four years
after the accession of Alexander III. there were rumours of a Nihilist
plot against his life. The police had an inkling of it, but could not
ascertain anything definite concerning it. General Orgewsky took the
matter into his own hands, and wanted to send men to St. Petersburg to
make investigations. General Gresser objected to this, saying that his
agents were already on the track of the conspirators, and that as _he_
was responsible in the city for the safety of the Sovereign, he was not
going to have _his_ plans disturbed by other people, who were ignorant
of them. The quarrel at last became so bitter that it was carried to the
Emperor, who upheld General Gresser, adding that he “could find plenty
of men to fill the post of Chief of the Gendarmes, but that he could not
so easily replace General Gresser as Prefect of the capital.” Events
justified the Emperor’s confidence in the Prefect, for a few days
afterwards the city police arrested all the conspirators on the Nevski
Prospekt, where they were parading with bombs in their pockets, waiting
for the coming of the Emperor to the Commemoration Service in the church
of the fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul on the anniversary of his
father’s death.
After that there was no question of the supercession of General Gresser,
and until his death he retained the position of Prefect of St.
Petersburg in a manner that has never been equalled. He was everywhere,
and saw to everything; was present at every fire, and every day drove
all through the city to see that everything was in order. He knew
absolutely all that was going on, even down to the private love affairs
of prominent people in the capital, but never was he heard to utter a
single word that could have revealed his knowledge. His discretion was
supreme, and secrets secured by him were never revealed. After his death
he was succeeded by General----, and it became a common saying in town
that “Gresser knew everything and told nothing, while---- knew nothing
and told everything.”
When Count Tolstoy, under whom Orgewsky and Gresser served, was asked
why he had sacrificed Orgewsky instead of Gresser, he replied, “Gresser
is a subordinate who behaves as such; Orgewsky is also a subordinate who
has forgotten the fact. I have reminded him of it, and that is all I
have to say.”
General Gresser’s death at a comparatively early age was tragic in the
extreme. That a man so clever, so cynical in a certain sense, who knew
better than anyone the value which ought to be attached to quack
medicine advertisements, should have been victimised by one of these
specious charlatans is almost incredible. Yet it was the allurement of a
“youth restorer” that captured this astute chief of police. The drug was
administered by injection, and General Gresser submitted to several
doses; blood-poisoning ensued, and he died in terrible agony in the
course of three or four days.
When General Orgewsky retired from the responsible post of Chief of the
Gendarmes, he was appointed a senator, and lived for some years in St.
Petersburg. He was then appointed Governor-General of the Provinces of
Lithuania, and some little while later died at Wilna, after terrible
agony, from cancer.
The safety of the Sovereign and of his family was finally entrusted to
the _Okhrana_, but after the death of General Tchérévine, which occurred
during the present reign, the police arrangements were entirely changed.
Whether the present arrangement is more successful than the former I do
not know. One thing, however, is certain, and that is, in spite of what
may have been believed abroad, there were not many attempts on the life
of Alexander III. The most serious was the one to which I have already
referred. All the others were either of no consequence, or were nipped
in the bud by the police. The Emperor himself hated to be followed by
detectives, and whenever he noticed one about him would send him away,
almost rudely. He repeatedly told his Ministers that he believed in
Divine Providence, and knew he would not die one hour earlier than was
ordained, and that all the precautions which they took in regard to his
safety only made him ridiculous.
It was, therefore, extremely difficult to combine the measures that were
considered indispensable to the security of the Tsar with his own
orders, about which he was very particular, getting into a passion when
they were not obeyed.
An amusing instance of this occurred one afternoon when the Emperor was
walking in the park at Gatschina, accompanied only by his dog. He
suddenly saw a man hiding in the bushes as if afraid of being seen.
Alexander went towards him, but the man ran away, and whilst the Tsar
was still looking in the direction taken by the suspect, some detectives
appeared, and a wild chase began, which ended in the man being caught.
In view of the Emperor’s orders, not one of the police officials would
consent to take the culprit before him, until General Tchérévine
appeared upon the scene and gave the necessary directions. It then
turned out that the person who had been the cause of all this
disturbance was himself a detective who had been ordered to follow the
Emperor, but in such a way that the latter might not notice him. When he
saw that Alexander had discovered him, his only desire was to run away.
The incident caused a deal of amusement, but Alexander III. was furious,
and gave vent to his rage in a few most energetic expressions that
produced terror all round. For three days he would not speak to General
Tchérévine, whom he said was lacking in common sense in adopting such
childish measures for his safety. His straightforward nature hated all
this “unnecessary fuss,” as he called it, and he always used to say that
Providence was his best guardian angel, whom he trusted in preference to
all others.
CHAPTER XX
THE TRUTH ABOUT BORKY
Any account of Alexander III. would be incomplete without a reference to
the railway accident which happened at Borky and nearly cost the
Sovereign and his family their lives. Foreign papers have always
attributed it to an attempt made against his person, but I can say on
the authority of one who conducted the inquiry concerning it that the
incident at Borky _was an accident_, but an accident due to criminal
carelessness and the absurd principle that a monarch cannot be disobeyed
when he gives an order, even when that order is bound to end in disaster
to himself.
The manner of the accident was as follows:--
The Emperor and his family were returning from the first visit to the
Caucasus that they had paid since the accession. This visit had been
made the occasion of numberless ovations, and had been extremely
popular. The three weeks spent by the Imperial pair in this part of
their dominion formed a continual triumph, and the Empress in particular
had been excessively pleased and touched by the love which had been
expressed for her by the different classes of the population. Contrary
to the usual practice, the entire personal suite of the Sovereigns had
accompanied them during this journey, as well as all the Ministers.
Among the latter was Admiral Possiet, the Minister of Public Ways and
Communications, who had occupied that post for fifteen years and had
been a personal friend of the late Emperor. Upon him had fallen the
entire management of what was to prove a momentous journey. He it was
who had given instructions as to how the Imperial train was to be
watched and driven, and he had allowed no one to share with him this
responsibility. The Royal train was a very long and heavy one, but its
capacity was not equal to the demands of the increased entourage, and
carriages had to be coupled on to accommodate them. Two engines had also
to be employed, one of which was of recent construction and the other
almost obsolete in its antiquity, and totally unfit to be driven at the
same speed as the other. This oversight was in part the cause of the
accident. It is related that when the train passed Kharkoff an engineer
who happened to be at the station remarked that it would be a wonder if
no accident happened to it. The train was driven very slowly, so slowly
that the Emperor became impatient, and asked whether the speed might not
be accelerated. Admiral Possiet gave orders to that effect, but the
principal engineer of the line, who was also on the train, replied that
this could not be done, and pointed out to the Minister the reasons for
it. Possiet said that if the commands of the Emperor were not executed
he would ask for explanations, and that such explanations would involve
the blame of everyone concerned. He added that he would telegraph to the
next important station ahead, ordering another engine to be ready for
the Imperial train, and meanwhile nothing would happen. The engineer
kept silence, but gave instructions for a slight increase of speed; and
it was entirely due to his disregard of the Admiral’s order for greatly
increased speed that Alexander III. owed his life, for if the train had
been going faster not one person would have escaped the catastrophe. At
the time, the Imperial Family were sitting at lunch with the members of
their suite. Suddenly there was a jerk; it was when the leading--and
weaker--engine, was pushed was off the rails. At the same moment the
carriages at the end of the train, being lighter than those in front,
were also derailed. Before anyone could inquire what had happened the
roof of the Imperial saloon had fallen in, and the whole carriage
overturned, burying in its wreckage all who were in it.
The confusion which followed was indescribable. Not one of those who
escaped but believed himself to be the only one left alive to tell of
the catastrophe. The first person to emerge from under the broken
carriage was the Emperor, who, crawling on all fours, managed to emerge
from the mass of broken timber and iron that was crushing him. He called
for help, and himself began to remove the wreckage in an effort to save
the Empress. She was his first thought, and when at last, aided by two
soldiers who had run to his assistance, he managed to pull her out from
the ruins of the train, he was so thoroughly unnerved that he sat down
on a stone, and drawing her to his heart, exclaimed, “Mimi, Mimi, are
you sure that you are not hurt?”
In the meantime help had come, and an officer having heard the cries of
a child in the field close by, had run to its assistance, and brought
back the little Grand Duchess Olga, aged six, who had been thrown out of
the open window of the carriage into the field. Soon the other Imperial
children were found, and the survivors of this terrible accident were
able to estimate its effect.
The number of victims was considerable. Imperial servants, soldiers,
guards in charge of the train, cooks, maids, in all about forty-five
people were killed or injured. The telegraph poles had been damaged, and
it was impossible to summon medical help quickly. The Emperor’s own
doctor began to attend to the injured, and the Empress, forgetful of her
own slight contusions, helped him with all the devotion of a real sister
of charity. She carried water, made bandages with her own linen, which
she tore into shreds for the purpose, spoke to the injured, and
comforted them with all the sweet words that came to her lips. The
Emperor, in the meanwhile, was superintending the rescue and salvage
operations, and doing all he possibly could to hurry them on, and, above
all, to remove the wounded men and see to their being properly attended.
Then at last, after five weary hours of waiting in a drizzling rain that
added to the discomfort of the situation, a relief train arrived.
The Emperor had it driven to the next station, and there summoned the
village priest to conduct a service of thanksgiving for the living and
of memory for the dead in his presence, during which the tears streamed
down his cheeks, and when he returned to St. Petersburg it was noticed
that a great change seemed to have occurred in him: he was oppressed by
sadness, every sign of joyousness seemed to have departed from his
nature. This unfortunate accident at Borky without question laid the
foundations of the disease to which the Emperor was to become a victim.
In the joy of seeing him emerge from it safely and apparently uninjured,
people forgot to ask themselves whether it might not after all have
harmed his constitution. He looked such a picture of health that the
idea that something might be amiss did not even enter the minds of those
who surrounded the Emperor--not even that of the Empress. As a matter of
fact, he received an injury to his kidneys which might have been cured
if it had been treated immediately, but which, neglected, was to bring
him to an early grave. The weight of the wreckage under which he had
been pinned had crushed some nerves in his back, and chronic nephritis
ensued. Ultimately Bright’s disease developed, which was only discovered
when it was too late to attempt a cure. Though he had rallied
immediately from the shock of the accident, the Emperor soon after began
to find that he was not so well as formerly; he complained of headaches,
and that he could not secure a comfortable pair of shoes, always saying
that those he had were too narrow for him. This was attributed to
caprice, and it did not occur to anyone that the reason for it lay in
the fact that the Emperor’s feet were swelling rapidly.
In January of 1894, St. Petersburg was startled by the news that its
beloved Emperor was ill. It was almost on the eve of the first ball of
the season, and caused great excitement in Society. The ball was
countermanded, and it was officially announced that the illness was a
sharp attack of influenza complicated with a touch of pneumonia. For
three or four days the bulletins were rather alarming, and a celebrated
Moscow doctor, Professor Zakharine, was called in. But Alexander mended
wonderfully quickly, and very soon was out again. His daughter the Grand
Duchess Xenia was making her début, and he did not like to cancel any of
the Court festivities for which arrangements had been already made. The
first Court ball was postponed for a fortnight, and then was attended by
the Emperor, as were those that followed after. Apparently he was again
in good health, though in accordance with his doctors’ orders he worked
a little less hard. He was, nevertheless, looking so ill, and his
complexion had grown so sallow, that a few keen observers suspected that
something was radically wrong, but, of course, did not dare to give
expression to their fears. In July the Imperial Family started as usual
for its annual excursion in Finnish waters, and it was during this trip
that the Emperor’s health took a decided turn for the worse. A young
doctor who was accompanying him took upon himself to make certain
analyses, and was horrified to find as a result that the Sovereign was
suffering from albuminuria in an advanced stage and in an acute form.
He told the truth to the Empress, who at first would not believe him.
The Court was returning to Peterhof for the marriage of the Grand
Duchess Xenia with her cousin the Grand Duke Alexander Michailovitch,
and it was decided that nothing should be told the Emperor, until this
event was over, beyond the necessity to take certain remedies. The Tsar
felt keenly the parting from his eldest daughter, and though she was not
leaving the country, yet he well knew that, with her new interests, the
relations between them would no longer be the same. Then, too, the
betrothal of the Heir to the Throne with the Princess Alix of Hesse was
a subject of preoccupation to the Sovereign. The Grand Duke had spent a
part of the summer in England, where his future wife was residing at
Windsor Castle with her grandmother Queen Victoria, and had been
delighted with his stay there. But Alexander III., as a rule, did not
care for a member of his family to remain too long abroad, and he was
eager for his son to return to Russia, yet, on the other hand, he did
not like to say so; and altogether he was worried more than was good for
his health.
In September the Imperial Family left for the Castle of Bielowiege, in
the Government of Grodno, in the centre of the vast forest which is the
glory of that splendid domain. There Alexander seemed at first to rally,
but afterwards the worst symptoms of his disease developed, and it was
decided to summon from Berlin the famous Professor Leyden, supposed to
be the greatest living authority on the disease from which the Emperor
was suffering.
When Leyden saw him he recognised at once that a cure was impossible,
but he applied himself to minimise the sufferings and to prolong as far
as was possible the life of the sick man. His efforts were successful in
bringing a little ease to the invalid, and the suggestion was made that
he should go to a warmer climate than the damp one of St. Petersburg.
The Queen of Greece suggested Corfu; this seemed to please the Emperor,
and he laughingly remarked that in his cousin’s house he should still
feel at home. The King and Queen of Greece offered him the use of their
lovely villa “Mon Repos” at Corfu, and Alexander accepted it with an
eagerness which surprised his family, who were well aware of his dislike
of living anywhere but in his own house. The plans for the journey were
accordingly made, and servants and furniture sent in advance, so as to
have everything ready by the end of October, when it was decided that
the visit should take place. Professor Leyden was asked to accompany the
Emperor to Greece, and readily agreed. Alexander seemed so delighted
that apparently he began to pick up strength, and at length in the last
days of September he left Bielowiege for Livadia in the Crimea on the
first stage of his migration to Corfu. When he reached there he seemed
so much better that the Empress began to have hopes that after all the
doctors might be mistaken, and that her beloved husband would recover.
But about a fortnight after their arrival in the Crimea, Alexander had a
relapse, after which the thought of his being well enough to leave
Livadia had to be abandoned, and his family were warned to prepare for
the worst. The days of the best and wisest Sovereign that Russia ever
had were numbered.
CHAPTER XXI
LAST DAYS AT LIVADIA
It was a lovely autumn afternoon, almost summerlike in its beauty, when
the _Polar Star_, flying the Imperial standard, steamed into the harbour
of Yalta. All the local authorities had gathered there to await the
arrival of the Emperor and his family. They had not visited the Crimea
for three years, and as usual whenever they arrived in their southern
residence, the whole population turned out to receive them and express
their delight. Livadia was more a country house than a palace. It had
been built for the Empress Marie Alexandrovna--whose state of health had
often obliged her to spend the autumn and winter months in a warm
climate--and had been bequeathed by her to her eldest son. The Emperor,
however, did not share his mother’s affection for the place, and it was
not often that he visited it. On this occasion it was only after great
hesitation that he consented to stop at Livadia at all, for his desire
was to go straight to Corfu. He seemed to have a presentiment that the
place would be fatal to him, and even said so to the Empress.
Circumstances and the doctors, however, proved too strong for him, and
he was persuaded to see what the Crimean climate would do for him, and
to try and gather there some strength for the longer journey to which he
looked forward with an eagerness he had never been seen to display for
anything before.
When the Imperial yacht drew up at the pier of Yalta, Alexander did not
feel well enough to receive the authorities on board as was the custom
on such occasions. The Empress welcomed them with her usual kindness and
sweet smile, saying merely that the Emperor felt tired with his journey,
but that he was ever so much better, and that she hoped a few months’
stay in the lovely climate of the south coast would soon set him quite
right again. She spoke with a conviction which she could not have felt,
but perhaps in the effort to assure others she found comfort to herself,
some lightening of the dark shadow which was hovering over her. She
herself supported her husband when they landed, and did her best to
dissimulate her anxiety as well as the tottering steps of the Emperor.
The change in the latter’s appearance since his last stay in the Crimea
terrified all those who had assembled to greet him. He looked a perfect
ghost--pale, thin, and with the saddest of smiles upon his lips. He
spoke a few words to the Governor and the other authorities, but seemed
to be in a hurry to get home, and hastened to his carriage, in which he
was rapidly driven to the Palace.
The first few days passed quietly. The invalid spent most of his time
out of doors, and appeared more cheerful and more content with his
condition. He watched from the terrace the blue sea spreading beyond,
and the warships anchored in the harbour of Yalta, of which one, the
_Pamiat Merkuria_, newly built, was the object of his special interest
and attention, and he often spoke of it, saying that as soon as he felt
better he would go on board and examine it carefully. Alas! it was upon
this same ship that his mortal remains were taken to Sebastopol on their
way to St. Petersburg for burial.
By and by the whole Imperial Family gathered in the Crimea under one
pretence or another, so as not to allow the invalid to suspect that it
was anxiety for his health that had brought them there. But Alexander
was not deceived, and well understood the gravity of his condition. When
the Empress was not present he sometimes spoke of what was to be done
after he had gone, but the proposal which was made at that time to
celebrate quietly the marriage of the Heir to the Throne with the
Princess Alix of Hesse, in the private chapel of Livadia, did not meet
with his approval. He did not think, and said so, that the wedding of
the future Sovereign ought to be solemnised without the proper pomp and
ceremonies inseparable from such events. He did not even express the
desire to see his prospective daughter-in-law arrive in the Crimea
earlier than the time which had been originally fixed for her journey,
the last days of October, and yet he had not seen her since her
betrothal to the Tsarevitch. It seemed as though he was afraid of
exhausting his remaining strength in useless emotions, and wanted to
reserve it for the last parting with the wife he loved so well. She, on
her side, was heroic in the calm she displayed and the force of will
with which she dried her tears whenever she entered her husband’s room,
so that he might not perceive her agony. She surprised everybody by her
courage and Christian resignation to the will of the Almighty; never
once did she allow herself to give vent to her despair.
Only when her heart was wellnigh breaking did she send an urgent
telegram to her beloved sister, Alexandra, then Princess of Wales; the
appeal was responded to, for both the Prince and the Princess started
the same evening for Livadia.
The Grand Duke Alexis met them at Sebastopol. The first question the
Princess asked was, “Are we in time?” A mournful shake of the head was
the only reply she received, and she burst into tears upon hearing it.
When the Empress saw her sister her composure gave way for the first
time since her arrival at Livadia; and for the first time, too, she
seemed to realise the full extent of her terrible misfortune. Her agony
was piteous in the extreme to behold, and she sobbed for a long time,
shedding most bitter tears when the Princess of Wales was trying to
comfort her. Yet actually what could one say, what consolation could one
offer for such an awful blow, when all the earthly hopes, not only of a
family, but also of a whole nation, had been smitten to the ground?
Alexander III. had longed for the arrival of his brother-and
sister-in-law, and often spoke of their last visit to the Crimea, which
had been for the celebration of his own silver wedding. It is quite
certain that the thought that they would be there to support the Empress
in her trial was a last comfort for him, and though he died before they
could reach Livadia, yet he found sufficient strength to write a few
words of farewell to the Princess of Wales, to commend her sister to her
care. He had no illusions left as to his own condition, and he kept
asking eagerly for his cousin the Queen of Greece, who had always been
his great favourite.
When Olga Constantinovna arrived he used to keep her beside him for
hours, talking as much as his growing weakness allowed him to do, and
reminding her of their youthful and childish days. The Queen’s mother,
the Grand Duchess Alexandra Jossifovna, joined her daughter a few days
later, and she it was who suggested to the Emperor to call to his
bedside the famous Father John of Cronstadt, who was venerated
throughout Russia as a saint, and in whose prayers the people had
enormous faith. Alexander instantly consented. The Father was
telegraphed for, and when he arrived at Livadia the dying Sovereign had
him brought to his room, and at once asked him to pray for him. A
touching conversation took place between the mighty monarch and the
humble parish priest.
“My people love you,” said the Emperor.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” replied Father John; “your people love me.”
“And I also belong to the Russian people,” said Alexander. “I too love
you, and I want you to pray for me. I know I am dying, but I wish you to
know that I have always tried to do my best for all--for all,” he
repeated. “And I am not afraid--no, I am not afraid. And I wish you to
tell my people that I have no fear. Probably God thinks I have done
enough that He calls me. I am content to do what He wants.”
He asked that the last Sacrament might be administered to him, and after
the rite had taken place he seemed more peaceful. Resigned he had always
been, as well as ready to give an account of his stewardship to Him who
had entrusted him with it.
While these last scenes were taking place the Princess Alix of Hesse was
hastening to the Crimea. At Berlin the Emperor William came to greet her
at the railway station and to exchange a few words with her whilst the
train was stopping there. At Warsaw her sister the Grand Duchess
Elizabeth Feodorovna met her, and accompanied her to Livadia, where
already the whole of the Imperial Family had gathered. She was
introduced into the Emperor’s bedroom, but he was too weak to do
anything else but exchange a few words with her and to bless her; but he
did so with a solemnity which impressed the whole assembly, wishing her
every happiness, and adding that he wished Russia happiness through
her, and by her. When this was done the brave man knew that his earthly
task was over, and prepared himself for death.
He lingered for a few days longer, not suffering much, save from
suffocation, fits of which often troubled him. But he was even cheerful
and content, talking with his doctors and thanking them for their care
of him. He liked Professor Leyden, who had devised means to relieve his
sufferings, and often asked him whether the swelling of his legs could
not be lessened, as it troubled him much in his movements. He used to
leave his bed in the afternoon, and to have his arm-chair wheeled near
the window, or on to the terrace when the weather was quite warm, and he
watched the landscape and the sea, and often asked for flowers to be
brought to him, which he kept in his hands and then distributed to those
around him. His children often came to him, and he caressed them, but
seldom spoke, except to the Empress, whom he scarcely liked to have out
of his sight, as if he wanted not to lose a single one of the moments
left to him to be with her. Once he was heard to say, “Poor Mimi!” but
that was the only time that he seemed to give way. Otherwise his
resignation was perfect, his calmness wonderful, his faith in a life
everlasting entire and strong. He had cast all earthly thoughts aside,
trusting to Divine Providence to take care of his family and his nation,
and without a murmur was awaiting the dawn of his last day.
Through the night which preceded that fateful November 1st he was very
restless, but at length, towards the morning, fell asleep. The Empress
went into the next room and lay down for an hour, then returned to the
dying man. At about nine o’clock he awoke, but did not move, lying on
his back, supported by high pillows, and with his eyes wide open, with
a cheerful expression in them, as if looking into the great unknown.
Father John and his own confessor, Father Yanischeff, came to his
bedside, and asked him whether he would not like to receive the
Sacrament once more. He cheerfully consented, and after the ceremony was
over, he had the Heir to the Throne called to him, and talked to him
seriously for a few minutes; then he blessed his other children, and
added a few words of thanks to his servants and to those who surrounded
him. And he once more asked for the Queen of Greece. When she approached
him he took her hand, and merely said, “Olga Constantinovna!” looking at
her with his blue eyes that were already glazing over. The Queen knelt
beside him, with difficulty restraining her tears, and he pressed her
fingers with his own. Then he sank back in his pillows, as if unable to
bear any more.
Towards three o’clock he had himself dressed, put in his arm-chair, and
wheeled near the window, which he asked to be opened wide. The Empress
came and knelt beside him, supporting him with her arms, and the family
were called again. Alexander lay back quite calm, but his breathing was
getting more and more difficult. He kept pressing the hand of his wife,
and then, amidst a profound silence, not even broken by a sob, one last
deep sigh was heard and a great light went out.
The Empress remained immovable beside him whilst the doors were opened;
and the suite, household, and servants were brought into the room and
defiled for one last farewell before the dead man and his kneeling wife.
They reverently bent down and kissed the dead and the living hand, then
retired sobbing bitterly.
A witness of this heartrending scene, Prince Sergius Troubetzkoy, then
Head of the Imperial Household, made a sketch of it, which is preserved
by a few chosen friends, and no more precious memento exists than that
simple drawing, traced amidst all the anguish that accompanied that
solemn hour.
The body of Alexander III. had not yet been placed on his funeral bed,
when the ears of the inhabitants of Yalta, who through days of anguish
and suspense had waited for news from the Palace of Livadia, were
startled by the booming of the big guns of the _Pamiat Merkuria_; and as
they listened to these minute guns they understood that all was over,
and that it was the last farewell of the Black Sea Fleet to its dead
Sovereign.
That same evening, on the lawn opposite the entrance to the Palace of
Livadia, an altar was erected and Father Yanischeff, in golden
vestments, emerged from the gates and solemnly administered to a
numerous assembly the oath to the new Sovereign. Of all the pomp, the
glory, the hopes, that had embellished the reign of Alexander III.,
nothing was left except a woman’s broken heart and the tears of a whole
nation.
The body of the dead Emperor was taken to St. Petersburg, and laid to
rest beside those of his ancestors, in the Cathedral of St. Peter and
St. Paul. For days the population of the capital passed before the bier
to take a last look at the familiar features of its beloved Sovereign.
How small he was, covered almost entirely with the folds of his Imperial
mantle of gold and ermine--that same mantle he had so proudly worn on
his Coronation day in Moscow! The expression on his face was calm and
serene; he had truly entered into his rest.
All the countries of the world sent representatives to attend the
funeral; the whole of Russia prostrated itself at the foot of the
catafalque upon which Alexander lay. Nothing was wanted to make the
ceremony an event to remember for ever. But its chief feature was that
it was not a mere ceremonial time of mourning; there was displayed the
genuine grief of a great nation, the cry from the heart of a people: “We
have lost a Father, and there was no one greater or more virtuous than
this man in the whole of Israel!”
BOOK II. 1894-1913
CHAPTER I
FUNERAL AND WEDDING BELLS
It was a cold November afternoon. The guns of the fortress of St. Peter
and St. Paul in St. Petersburg were thundering their last salute to
Alexander III., whose remains were being lowered into the grave by the
Palace Grenadiers, whilst all the bells of the great city were tolling
mournfully a solemn farewell. Round the open vault his family were
kneeling, taking a last glimpse of the coffin as it slowly disappeared
from their sight. Sobs were heard from the widow and her children;
heartrending sobs, which merged into the low chant of the clergy, and
added poignancy to the scene.
Beside the grave the new Emperor was standing, a slight, small figure,
with indecision in his movements and a hunted, anxious expression in his
blue eyes. When the last rites were over he escorted the widowed Empress
to her carriage, which was awaiting her at a side entrance of the
cathedral, and then, after another look at the tomb which was being
closed, he went out of the church through the front door. He was alone,
and for a few seconds paused on the steps, as if dazed by the light
outside, after the half-darkness of the church.
As he appeared upon the threshold the troops massed on the large square
inside the fortress lowered their colours before him for the first time
since the day of his accession to the Throne of Russia, and for the
first time, also, the band played the National Anthem. The Army saluted
its new Chief, welcomed the new Sovereign. The reign of Nicholas II. was
beginning amidst manifestations of sympathy such as rarely had been
witnessed in the Empire over the destinies of which he was called upon
to preside.
People pitied him for his youth, his inexperience, and for those tragic
events so closely preceding his wedding. They pitied, too, his young
bride, whose advent into her new country was taking place at such a
mournful time. All these circumstances increased the general sympathy,
so that when he entered upon his new duties and responsibilities he
found everybody ready and willing to help him and anxious to make him
forget that the pealing of his wedding bells was mingled with the sounds
of tolling for the death of his father.
When, a few days later, the nuptials of Nicholas II. with the Empress
Alexandra Feodorovna were celebrated in the Winter Palace, a sympathetic
crowd again gathered in the vast halls of that historic residence. All
were eager to see the young bride, whose arrival had been preceded by
the reputation which she had acquired in her former country, of being
not only a clever woman, but also one possessing a high moral standard
and a strong character. One had heard she was kind, humane, cultivated
in the extreme, and imbued with all the humanitarian ideas for which all
the children and grandchildren of Queen Victoria had been so remarkable.
Moreover, she belonged to that House of Hesse which had already given
one Empress to Russia, in the person of the grandmother of Nicholas II.
The bride had further claim on the interest of the Russians from the
fact that she was the sister of a princess who had succeeded in making
herself extremely popular in the country--the Grand Duchess Elizabeth
Feodorovna, the consort of the Grand Duke Sergius. All these
circumstances put together would have been sufficient to ensure the
sympathies of the country, even if the personal appearance of Princess
Alix had not been such as to command them, and her extreme beauty only
added to the interest with which she was welcomed.
On the morning of that memorable November 26th which was to see the
Princess Alix of Hesse united to Nicholas II., the Winter Palace early
began to fill. The ceremony was fixed to take place at eleven o’clock,
but long before ten had struck people poured into the residence of the
Tsars. Representatives of all the different classes of society which
constituted the Empire were gathered within the Palace. One could see
deputations from the Army, the Navy; from the merchant and the
industrial classes, as well as from the rural population; from the
Cossack army and from the Asiatic populations owning allegiance to the
Romanoffs. One could witness the curious spectacle of the diamond tiara
of some Court beauty beside the caftan of some peasant, and the gold
embroidered uniform of a chamberlain or other high official contrasting
by its gorgeousness with the dark and plain tunic of a village mayor, or
the neatly attired officer of the reserve forces.
All necks were stretched to catch a glimpse of the Imperial procession
proceeding to the chapel, and a feverish excitement reigned amidst this
motley assemblage gathered together to see a spectacle which never
before had been witnessed in Russia--that of the marriage of a Reigning
Sovereign.
There was a long wait, and people already began to ask themselves
whether something had not happened to stop the ceremony, as twelve
o’clock struck, and still no sign of the bridal procession was to be
seen. The occasion was so exceptional that etiquette was for once
disregarded, and discussions eagerly went on as to the future of the
marriage about to be celebrated when the sounds of the prayers for the
dead over the remains of Alexander III. had hardly died away.
At last the thumping of a stick was heard--that of the Master of
Ceremonies, who heralded the approach of the procession. First appeared
various servants and officials of the Household. Then, amidst a hushed
silence and an intense emotion that brought tears to the eyes of many an
old servant and follower of the dynasty of the Romanoffs, one saw the
bridal couple advance.
Nicholas II. was dressed in the red uniform of his Hussar regiment, with
the white dolman slung across his shoulder. He still wore the epaulets
of a colonel of the Army. He had refused to assume the insignias of a
higher rank, saying that he would prefer to keep those that had been
conferred upon him by his father. He was leading his future Consort,
whose cheeks burned with excitement, and whose trembling hand rested
timidly in the one with which he was conducting her to the church.
“How beautiful she is!”
That exclamation followed her all along her path, and it is true that
her appearance was positively magnificent as she stood there in her
bridal array of silver cloth and old lace. Her unusual height helped her
to bear the weight of her dress and set off its splendour in its best
light. Her mouth quivered a little, and this relieved the habitual hard
expression that was the one defect of an otherwise perfectly beautiful
face, the straight, classic features of which reminded one of an antique
Greek statue. The glow upon her cheeks only added to the loveliness of
her countenance, and her eyes, modestly lowered, gave to her whole
figure a maidenly shyness that made it wonderfully attractive. She had
upon her head the diamond crown which all the Russian Grand Duchesses
wear at their marriage service, and from it descended a long white lace
veil, kept in its place by a few sprays of orange blossom and myrtle.
Her dress was of silver tissue, and from her shoulders descended a long
mantle of gold brocade lined with ermine, the train of which was carried
by eight high officials of the Court. That mantle had been the object of
many a discussion. Usually the Grand Duchesses of Russia wear on their
wedding day a mantle of crimson velvet, but here it was the bride of an
Emperor, and it was thought that some distinction ought to be made,
although there was no precedent for such an event. At last it was
decided to make the mantle of gold brocade, but not to embroider it with
the black eagles that adorn the Imperial mantle assumed by Sovereigns at
their Coronation.
Alexandra Feodorovna wore also, on her neck and the bodice of her dress,
the Crown diamonds which only the Consorts of Sovereigns have the right
to assume.
Behind the bridal pair came the Empress Dowager Marie Feodorovna, who,
always brave, had made this great effort to appear at her son’s wedding.
She was leaning on the arm of her father, the old King of Denmark. She
firmly stepped on the path of duty, ever mindful of her obligations as a
Sovereign; but her red eyes, and weary, despairing, tired look, told the
inward struggle which she was enduring. The King was bending tenderly
over her; it was a touching sight to see this old man trying to uphold
the courage of his afflicted child, and to sustain her in her great
sorrow.
After the Empress and her father came a long file of foreign Royalties,
foremost among whom were the Queen of Greece and the Prince and Princess
of Wales. The future King Edward of England had been most active during
the weeks that had elapsed since the death of Alexander III. He had
taken the direction of all the arrangements concerning the wedding of
his nephew the Tsar. It was he who had insisted upon its being
celebrated at once before the mourning for the late Emperor was at an
end. It was he who had taken the part of guardian towards his niece the
Princess Alix; and it was he--so it was whispered, at least--who had
tried to inculcate in Nicholas II. the principles which ought to govern
a Sovereign who wants to go with the age and not to keep an old regime
which even in Russia had grown out of date.
It was said that owing to his efforts the old and traditional enmity
which had divided the Russian and English Courts was to come to an end,
and that friendly relations between them would be the result of this
marriage which was going to unite the nephew of the Princess of Wales
with the granddaughter of the Queen of England.
The members of the Imperial Family walked after the foreign Princes and
Princesses, and the long procession was closed by the maids of honour of
the Empress and the other Court ladies. Immediately behind the bridal
couple were also to be seen the Minister of the Imperial Household in
attendance on his Sovereign, and the Mistress of the Robes of the young
Empress, the Princess Mary Galitzine, who was to become one of the most
important personages of the new regime.
At the entrance to the chapel the Metropolitan of St. Petersburg and the
members of the higher clergy were waiting for the procession. Holy water
was presented to the Emperor and to his bride, and then the marriage
ceremony began.
The chapel of the Winter Palace is quite small, and it would have been
impossible for all the people assembled there to enter; but one after
another those present peeped into it, just to see how things were going
on, and always reported to the less fortunate ones that the bride was
keeping her lovely head bowed down, and that, notwithstanding the
emotion under which she was seen to be labouring, she kept quite calm,
and made her responses in a firm though low voice. The bridegroom
appeared more agitated, and had to be prompted by the priest. The
Empress Marie was quite broken down by grief, and sobbed bitterly during
the ceremony. When it was over she folded her son in her arms in one
long and tender embrace, and also kissed most affectionately her new
daughter-in-law. Then all the Royal and Imperial personages present came
and offered their congratulations to the newly married couple, after
which mass was celebrated, the procession re-formed and proceeded once
more through the State rooms of the palace to the private apartments,
where lunch was served for the bride and bridegroom and their family.
It was then known why the marriage ceremony had been delayed. It seems
that an over-zealous police official had not allowed the _coiffeur_ who
was to fix the crown on the hair of the Imperial bride to enter the
Winter Palace on account of his having forgotten to provide himself with
the necessary entrance card. The unfortunate man protested and implored
to be allowed to pass, but it was of no avail; and whilst he was
discussing and protesting, Alexandra Feodorovna was sitting before her
dressing-table, wondering what had happened and what she was going to do
if he did not turn up.
At last he was discovered by one of the valets of the Emperor. But a
whole hour had been lost, and it was past twelve o’clock when at last
the bride was ready and able to proceed to church.
After lunch the Dowager Empress was the first one to leave the Winter
Palace for Anitchkov, where the young people were to reside with her
until their own apartments were ready to receive them. Half an hour
later Nicholas II. and his bride entered a State carriage, drawn by six
white horses. An immense and enthusiastic crowd cheered them as they
emerged from the gates of the Winter Palace on the way to Anitchkov. The
Empress kept bowing repeatedly, but she was so nervous that she appeared
to move her head mechanically, and her eyes were filled with tears which
she tried hard to restrain. It seemed as if she only then realised the
weight of the duties and responsibilities which were henceforward to
rest upon her shoulders, and, too, as if she shrank from them. Anxiety
was in her countenance, her smile had lost its sweetness, but
nevertheless her mien more than anything else, gave one the impression
of a great dignity, and she certainly seemed fitted for the high
position which had become hers.
The Sovereigns proceeded to the Kazan Cathedral, where they worshipped
at the shrine of the Virgin, who is one of the patron saints of St.
Petersburg. Next, they passed before the Roman Catholic church which is
situated on the Nevski Prospekt, where they found standing on its
threshold the Catholic Archbishop with his pastoral cross raised before
him. The Emperor ordered the carriage to stop, and he accepted with
reverence the wishes expressed for his happiness and that of his newly
wedded Consort. That interview created a precedent, for never before had
the Imperial House publicly acknowledged the existence of another
religion than the orthodox one in Russia. It was freely commented upon
at the time and taken as an indication of tolerance in the religious
opinions of the new monarch.
A few minutes later the doors of the Anitchkov Palace were opened to the
newly wedded couple. At the head of the staircase, waiting to welcome
them, stood the Dowager Empress, still clothed in her white gown. She
pressed to her heart her Imperial son and her new daughter-in-law, and
tenderly conducted them to the rooms prepared for them, which were those
the Emperor had occupied as a boy. They were quite small, and hardly
fitted to be the residence of a mighty Sovereign; but, such as they
were, the young couple settled in them, and there they spent the first
months of their wedded life. There began the new existence of Alexandra
Feodorovna; there commenced her career as an Empress, and there she
became acquainted with her first sorrows and her first joys as a wife.