CHAPTER LXIX.

THE TRIUMPH OF DIPLOMACY.

"I speak of Poland," said Kaunitz, with his accustomed indifference. "I

speak of those insolent Confederates, who, emboldened by the

condescension of your majesty and the emperor, are ready to dare every

thing for the propagation of their pernicious political doctrines. They

have been pleased to declare Stanislaus deposed, and the throne of

Poland vacant. This declaration has been committed to writing, and with

the signatures of the leading Confederates attached to it, has been

actually placed in the king's hands, in his own palace at Warsaw. Not

content with this, they have distributed thousands of these documents

throughout Poland, so that the question to-day, in that miserable

hornets' nest, is not whether the right of the Confederates are to be

guaranteed to them, but whether the kingdom of Poland shall remain a

monarchy or be converted into a republic."

"If this be true, then Poland is lost, and there is no hope for the

Confederates," replied the empress. "I promised them protection against

foreign aggression, but with their internal quarrels I will not

interfere."

"It would be a dangerous precedent if Austria should justify those who

lay sacrilegious hands upon the crown of their lawful sovereign; and,

for my part, my principles forbid me to uphold a band of rebels, who are

engaged in an insolent conspiracy to dethrone their king."

"You are right, prince; it will never do for us to uphold them. As I

have openly declared my sympathy with the Confederates, so I must openly

express to them my entire disapprobation of their republican

proclivities."

"If your majesty does that, a war with France will be the consequence of

your frankness. France has promised succor to the Confederates, and has

already sent Dumouriez with troops, arms, and gold. France is longing to

have a voice in the differences between Russia and Turkey, and she only

awaits cooperation from Austria to declare openly against Russia. She

will declare against ourselves, if, after your majesty's promises, we

suddenly change front and take part against the seditious Poles."

"What can we do, then, to avert war?" cried the empress, anxiously. "Ah,

prince, you see that the days of my youth and my valor are past! I

shudder when I look back upon the blood that has been shed under my

reign, and nothing but the direst necessity will ever compel me to be

the cause of spilling another drop of Austrian blood. [Footnote: The

empress's own words. F. V. Raumor, "Contributions to Modern History."

vol. iv., p. 419.] How, then, shall we shape our course so as to avoid

war?"

"Our policy," said Kaunitz, "is to do nothing. We must look on and be

watchful, while we carefully keep our own counsel. We propitiate France

by allowing her to believe in the continuance of our sympathy with the

Poles, while we pacify Russia and Prussia by remaining actually

neutral."

"But while we temporize and equivocate," cried the empress, with fervor,

"Russia will annihilate the Poles, who, if they have gone too far in

their thirst for freedom, have valiantly contended for their just

rights, and are now about to lose them through the evils of disunion. It

grieves me to think that we are about to abandon an unhappy nation to

the oppression of that woman, who stops at nothing to compass her wicked

designs. She who did not shrink from the murder of her own husband, do

you imagine that she will stop short of the annexation of Poland to

Russia?"

"We will not suffer her to annex Poland," said Kaunitz, slowly nodding

his head. "As long as we are at peace with Russia, she will do nothing to

provoke our enmity; for France is at our side, and even Prussia would

remonstrate, if Catharine should be so bold as to appropriate Poland to

herself alone."

"You are mistaken. The King of Prussia, who is so covetous of that which

belongs to others, will gladly share the booty with Russia,."

"Austria could never suffer the copartnership. If such an emergency

should arise, we would have to make up our minds to declare war against

them both, or--"

"Or?" asked the empress, holding her breath, as he paused.

"Or," said Kaunitz, fixing his cold blue eye directly upon her face, "or

we would have to share with them."

"Share what?"

"The apple of discord. Anarchy is a three-headed monster; if it is to be

destroyed, every head must fall. It is now devouring Poland; and I think

that the three great powers are strong enough to slay the monster once

for all."

"This is all very plausible," said Maria Theresa, shaking her head, "but

it is not just. You will never convince me that good can be born of

evil. What you propose is neither more nor less than to smite the

suppliant that lies helpless at your feet. I will have nothing in common

with the Messalina who desecrates her sovereignty by the commission of

every unwomanly crime; and as for Frederick of Prussia, I mistrust him.

He has been my enemy for too many years for me ever to believe that he

can be sincerely my friend."

"France was our enemy for three hundred years, and yet we are allied by

more than ordinary ties."

"Our alliance will soon come to naught if we walk in the path to which

you would lead us, prince. France will not be dear to the misery of

Poland. She will hear the death-cry, and come to the rescue."

"No, your majesty, France will wait to see what we propose to do until

it is too late, and she will perceive that a resort to arms will in no

wise affect a fait accompli. I, therefore, repeat that the only way to

prevent the Polish conflagration from spreading to other nations is for

us to preserve a strict neutrality, taking part with neither disputant."

"War must be averted," exclaimed Maria Theresa, warmly. "My first duty is

to Austria, and Austria must have peace. To preserve this blessing to my

subjects, I will do any thing that is consistent with my honor and the

dictates of my conscience."

"Ah, your majesty, diplomacy has no conscience; it can have but one

rule--that of expediency."

"You concede, then, that the policy you advocate is not a conscientious

one?"

"Yes, your majesty; but it is one which it is imperative for us to

follow. Necessity alone decides a national course of action. A good

statesman cannot be a cosmopolitan. He looks out for himself, and leaves

others to do the same. If Poland succumbs, it will be because she has

not the strength to live. Therefore, if her hour be come, let her die.

We dare not go to her relief, for, before the weal of other nations, we

must have peace and prosperity for Austria."

"But suppose that France should insist that we define our position?"

"Then we can do so--in words. It is so easy to hide one's thoughts,

while we assure our allies of our 'distinguished consideration!'"

The empress heaved a deep sigh.

"I see," said she, "that clouds are gathering over the political

horizon, and that you are resolved to shield your own house, while the

tempest devastates the home of your neighbor. Be it so. I must have

peace; for I have no right to sacrifice my people before the altars of

strange gods. This is my first great obligation, and all other claims

must give way to it.--

"THEY MUST GIVE WAY," continued the empress, slowly communing with

herself, "but oh! it seems cruel. I scarcely dare ask myself what is to

be the fate of Poland? Heaven direct us, for all human wisdom has come

to naught!"

Then, turning toward Kaunitz, she held out her hand.

"Go, prince," said she, "and be assured that what we have spoken to each

other to-day shall remain sacred between us."

The prince bowed, and left he room.

The empress was alone. She went to and fro, while her disturbed

countenance betrayed the violent struggle that was raging in her noble,

honest heart.

"I know what they want," murmured she. "Joseph thirsts for glory and

conquest, and Kautnitz upholds him. They want their share of the booty.

And they will overrule my sympathy, and prove to me that I am bound to

inaction. Poland will be dismembered, and I shall bear my portion of the

crime. I shudder at the deed, and yet I cannot raise my hand without

shedding my people's blood. I must take counsel of Heaven!"

She rang, and commanded the presence of her confessor.

"Perhaps he will throw some light upon this darkness, and the just God

will do the rest!"

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