LETTER XII.

PARIS, September, 1805.

MY LORD:--A general officer, who has just arrived from Italy, has assured

me that, so far from Bonaparte’s subjects on the other side of the Alps

being contented and attached to his person and Government, were a

victorious Austrian army to enter the plains of Lombardy a general

insurrection would be the consequence. During these last nine years the

inhabitants have not enjoyed a moment’s tranquillity or safety. Every

relation or favourite whom Napoleon wished to provide for, or to enrich,

he has saddled upon them as in free quarters; and since 1796, when they

first had the honour of our Emperor’s acquaintance, they have paid more

in taxes, in forced loans, requisitions, and extortions of every

description, than their ancestors or themselves had paid during the one

hundred and ninety-six preceding years.

Such is the public spirit, and such have been the sufferings of the

people in the ci-devant Lombardy; in Piedmont they are still worse off.

Having more national character and more fidelity towards their Sovereign

than their neighbours, they are also more cruelly treated. Their

governor, General De Menou, has caused most of the departments to be

declared under martial law, and without right to claim the protection of

our happy constitution. In every city or town are organized special

tribunals, the progeny of our revolutionary tribunals, against the

sentences of which no appeal can be made, though these sentences are

always capital ones. Before these, suspicion is evidence, and an

imprudent word is subject to the same punishment as a murderous deed.

Murmur is regarded as mutiny, and he who complains is shot as a

conspirator.

There exist only two ways for the wretched Piedmontese to escape these

legal assassinations. They must either desert their country or sacrifice

a part of their property. In the former case, if retaken, they are

condemned as emigrants; and in the latter they incur the risk that those

to whom they have already given a part of their possessions will also

require the remainder, and having obtained it, to enjoy in security the

spoil, will send them to the tribunals and to death. De Menou has a

fixed tariff for his protection, regulated according to the riches of

each person; and the tax-gatherers collect these arbitrary contributions

with the regular ones, so little pains are taken to conceal or to

disguise these robberies.

De Menou, by turns a nobleman and a sans-culotte, a Christian and a

Mussulman, is wicked and profligate, not from the impulse of the moment

or of any sudden gust of passion, but coldly and deliberately. He

calculates with sangfroid the profit and the risk of every infamous

action he proposes to commit, and determines accordingly. He owed some

riches and the rank of the major-general to the bounty of Louis XVI., but

when he considered the immense value of the revolutionary plunder, called

national property, and that those who confiscated could also promote, he

did not hesitate what party to take. A traitor is generally a coward; he

has everywhere experienced defeats; he was defeated by his Royalist

countrymen in 1793, by his Mahometan sectaries in 1800, and by your

countrymen in 1801.

Besides his Turkish wife, De Menou has in the same house with her one

Italian and two French girls, who live openly with him, but who are

obliged to keep themselves by selling their influence and protection,

and, perhaps, sometimes even their personal favours. He has also in his

hotel several gambling-tables, where those who are too bashful to address

themselves to himself or his mistresses may deposit their donations, and

if they are thought sufficient, the hint is taken and their business

done. He never pays any debts and never buys anything for ready money,

and all persons of his suite, or appertaining to his establishment, have

the same privilege. Troublesome creditors are recommended to the care of

the special tribunals, which also find means to reduce the obstinacy of

those refractory merchants or traders who refuse giving any credit. All

the money he extorts or obtains is brought to this capital and laid out

by his agents in purchasing estates, which, from his advanced age and

weak constitution, he has little prospect of long enjoying. He is a

grand officer of Bonaparte’s Legion of Honour, and has a long claim to

that distinction, because as early as on the 25th of June, 1790, he made

a motion in the National Assembly to suppress all former Royal Orders in

France, and to create in their place only a national one. Always an

incorrigible flatterer, when Napoleon proclaimed himself Ali the

Mussulman, De Menou professed himself Abdallah the believer in the

Alcoran.

The late vice-president of the Italian Republic, Melzi-Eril, is now in

complete disgrace with his Sovereign, Napoleon the First. If persons of

rank and property would read through the list of those, their equals by

birth and wealth, who, after being seduced by the sophistry of impostors,

dishonoured and exposed themselves by joining in the Revolution, they

might see that none of them have escaped insults, many have suffered

death, and all have been, or are, vile slaves, at the mercy of the whip

of some upstart beggar, and trampled upon by men started up from the mud,

of lowest birth and basest morals. If their revolutionary mania were not

incurable, this truth and this evidence would retain them within their

duty, so corresponding with their real interest, and prevent them from

being any longer borne along by a current of infamy and danger, and

preserve them from being lost upon quicksands or dashed against rocks.

The conduct and fate of the Italian nobleman and Spanish grandee,

Melzi-Eril, has induced me to make these reflections. Wealthy as well as

elevated, he might have passed his life in uninterrupted tranquillity,

enjoying its comforts without experiencing its vicissitudes, with the

esteem of his contemporaries and without reproach from posterity or from

his own conscience. Unfortunately for him, a journey into this country

made him acquainted both with our philosophers and with our philosophical

works; and he had neither natural capacity to distinguish errors from

reality, nor judgment enough to perceive that what appeared improving and

charming in theory, frequently became destructive and improper when

attempted to be put into practice. Returned to his own country, his

acquired half-learning made him wholly dissatisfied with his Government,

with his religion, and with himself. In our Revolution he thought that

he saw the first approach towards the perfection of the human species,

and that it would soon make mankind as good and as regenerated in society

as was promised in books. With our own regenerators he extenuated the

crimes which sullied their work from its first page, and declared them

even necessary to make the conclusion so much the more complete. When,

therefore, Bonaparte, in 1796, entered the capital of Lombardy, Melzi was

among the first of the Italian nobility who hailed him as a deliverer.

The numerous vexations and repeated pillage of our Government, generals,

commissaries, and soldiers, did not abate his zeal nor alter his opinion.

“The faults and sufferings of individuals,” he said, “are nothing to the

goodness of the cause, and do not impair the utility of the whole.” To

him, everything the Revolution produced was the best; the murder of

thousands and the ruin of millions were, with him, nothing compared with

the benefit the universe would one day derive from the principles and

instruction of our armed and unarmed philosophers. In recompense for so

much complacency, and such great patriotism, Bonaparte appointed him, in

1797, a plenipotentiary from the Cisalpine Republic to the Congress at

Rastadt; and, in 1802, a vice-president of the Italian Republic. As Melzi

was a sincere and disinterested republican fanatic, he did not much

approve of the strides Bonaparte made towards a sovereignty that

annihilated the sovereignty of his sovereign people. In a conference,

however, with Talleyrand, at Lyons, in February, 1802, he was convinced

that this age was not yet ripe for all the improvements our philosophers

intended to confer on it; and that, to prevent it from retrogading to the

point where it was found by our Revolution, it was necessary that it

should be ruled by enlightened men, such as he and Bonaparte, to whom he

advised him by all means never to give the least hint about liberty and

equality. Our Minister ended his fraternal counsel with obliging Melzi

to sign a stipulation for a yearly sum, as a douceur for the place he

occupied.

The sweets of power shortly caused Melzi to forget both the tenets of his

philosophy and his schemes of regeneration. He trusted so much to the

promises of Bonaparte and Talleyrand, that he believed himself destined

to reign for life, and was, therefore, not a little surprised when he was

ordered by Napoleon the First to descend and salute Eugene de Beauharnais

as the deputy Sovereign of the Sovereign King of Italy. He was not

philosopher enough to conceal his chagrin, and bowed with such a bad

grace to the new Viceroy that it was visible he would have preferred

seeing in that situation an Austrian Archduke as a governor-general. To

soften his disappointment, Bonaparte offered to make him a Prince, and

with that rank indemnify him for breaking the promises given at Lyons,

where it is known that the influence of Melzi, more than the intrigues of

Talleyrand, determined the Italian Consulta in the choice of a president.

Immediately after Bonaparte’s return to France, Melzi left Milan, and

retired to an estate in Tuscany; from that place he wrote to Talleyrand a

letter full of reproach, and concluded by asking leave to pass the

remainder of his days in Spain among his relatives. An answer was

presented him by an officer of Bonaparte’s Gendarmes d’Elite, in which he

was forbidden to quit Italy, and ordered to return with the officer to

Milan, and there occupy his office of Arch-Chancellor to which he had

been nominated. Enraged at such treatment, he endeavoured to kill

himself with a dose of poison, but his attempt did not succeed. His

health was, however, so much injured by it that it is not supposed he can

live long. What, a lesson for reformers and innovators!

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