CHAPTER XVI.

"The Supper of Beaucaire".

Revolutionary Madness -- Uprising of the Girondists --

Convention Forces Before Avignon -- Bonaparte's First

Success in Arms -- Its Effect upon His Career -- His

Political Pamphlet -- The Genius it Displays -- Accepted and

Published by Authority -- Seizure of Toulon by the Allies.

[Sidenote: 1793.]

It was a tempestuous time in Provence when on June thirteenth the

Buonapartes arrived at Toulon. Their movements during the first few

months cannot be determined; we only know that, after a very short

residence there, the family fled to Marseilles.[35] Much, too, is

obscure in regard even to Napoleon, soldier as he was. It seems as if

this period of their history had been wilfully confused to conceal how

intimate were the connections of the entire family with the Jacobins.

But the obscurity may also be due to the character of the times.

Fleeing before the storms of Corsican revolution, they were caught in

the whirlwind of French anarchy. The Girondists, after involving the

country in a desperate foreign warfare, had shown themselves

incompetent to carry it on. In Paris, therefore, they had to give way

before the Jacobins, who, by the exercise of a reckless despotism,

were able to display an unparalleled energy in its prosecution.

Against their tyranny the moderate republicans and the royalists

outside of Paris now made common cause, and civil war broke out in

many places, including Vendée, the Rhone valley, and the southeast of

France. Montesquieu declares that honor is the distinguishing

characteristic of aristocracy: the emigrant aristocrats had been the

first in France to throw honor and patriotism to the winds; many of

their class who remained went further, displaying in Vendée and

elsewhere a satanic vindictiveness. This shameful policy colored the

entire civil war, and the bitterness in attack and retaliation that

was shown in Marseilles, Lyons, Toulon, and elsewhere would have

disgraced savages in a prehistoric age.

[Footnote 35: The memoirs of Joseph and Lucien,

supported by Coston and the anonymous local historian of

Marseilles, all unite in declaring that the Buonaparte

family landed there; on the other hand, Louis, in the

Documents historiques sur la Hollande, I, 34, asserts

categorically in detail that they took up their abode in

La Valette, a suburb of Toulon, where they had landed.]

The westward slopes of the Alps were occupied by a French army under

the command of Kellermann, designated by the name of its situation;

farther south and east lay the Army of Italy, under Brunet. Both these

armies were expected to draw their supplies from the fertile country

behind them, and to coöperate against the troops of Savoy and Austria,

which had occupied the passes of lower Piedmont, and blocked the way

into Lombardy. By this time the law for compulsory enlistment had been

enacted, but the general excitement and topsy-turvy management

incident to such rapid changes in government and society, having

caused the failure of the Sardinian expedition, had also prevented

recruiting or equipment in either of these two divisions of the army.

The outbreak of open hostilities in all the lands immediately to the

westward momentarily paralyzed their operations; and when, shortly

afterward, the Girondists overpowered the Jacobins in Marseilles, the

defection of that city made it difficult for the so-called regulars,

the soldiers of the Convention, even to obtain subsistence and hold

the territory they already occupied.

The next move of the insurgent Girondists of Marseilles was in the

direction of Paris, and by the first week of July they had reached

Avignon on their way to join forces with their equally successful

friends at Lyons. With characteristic zeal, the Convention had created

an army to meet them. The new force was put under the command of

Carteaux, a civilian, but a man of energy. According to directions

received from Paris, he quickly advanced to cut the enemy in two by

occupying the strategic point of Valence. This move was successfully

made, Lyons was left to fight its own battle, and by the middle of

July the general of the Convention was encamped before the walls of

Avignon.

Napoleon Buonaparte had hastened to Nice, where five companies of his

regiment were stationed, and rejoining the French army, never faltered

again in his allegiance to the tricolor. Jean Duteil, brother of the

young man's former patron, was in the Savoy capital, high in command.

He promptly set the young artillerist at the work of completing the

shore batteries. On July third and eighth, respectively, the new

captain made written reports to the secretary for war at Paris, and to

the director of artillery in the arsenal of Toulon. Both these papers

are succinct and well written. Almost immediately Buonaparte was

intrusted with a mission, probably confidential, since its exact

nature is unknown, and set out for Avignon. He reached his destination

almost in the moment when Carteaux began the investment of the city.

It was about July sixteenth when he entered the republican camp,

having arrived by devious ways, and after narrow escapes from the

enemy's hands. This time he was absent from his post on duty. The

works and guns at Nice being inadequate and almost worthless, he was

probably sent to secure supplies from the stores of Avignon when it

should be conquered. Such were the straits of the needy republican

general that he immediately appointed his visitor to the command of a

strong body of flying artillery. In the first attack on the town

Carteaux received a check. But the insurgents were raw volunteers and

seem to have felt more and more dismayed by the menacing attitude of

the surrounding population: on the twenty-fifth, in the very hour of

victory, they began their retreat.[36] The road to Marseilles was thus

clear, and the commander unwisely opened his lines to occupy the

evacuated towns on his front. Carteaux entered Avignon on the

twenty-sixth; on the twenty-seventh he collected his force and

departed, reaching Tarascon on the twenty-eighth, and on the

twenty-ninth Beaucaire. Buonaparte, whose battery had done excellent

service, advanced for some distance with the main army, but was

ordered back to protect the rear by reorganizing and reconstructing

the artillery park which had been dismantled in the assault on

Avignon.

[Footnote 36: These are the most probable reasons for

the retreat. Several local chroniclers, Soullier, Audri,

and Joudou, writing all three about 1844, declare each

and all that Buonaparte with his battery followed the

right bank of the Rhone as far as the Rocher de Justice

where he mounted his guns and opened fire on the walls

of the city. His fire was so accurate that he destroyed

one cannon and killed several gunners. The besieged

garrison of federalists were thrown into panic and

decamped. Neither the contemporary authorities nor

Napoleon himself ever mentioned any such remarkable

circumstances. In fact, a passage of the "Souper de

Beaucaire" attributes the retreat to the inability of

any except veteran troops to withstand a siege. Finally,

Buonaparte would surely have been promoted for such an

exploit. Dommartin, a comrade, was thus rewarded for a

much smaller service.]

This first successful feat of arms made a profound impression on

Buonaparte's mind, and led to the decision which settled his career.

His spirits were still low, for he was suffering from a return of his

old malarial trouble. Moreover, his family seems already to have been

driven from Toulon by the uprising of the hostile party: in any case

they were now dependent on charity; the Corsican revolt against the

Convention was virtually successful, and it was said that in the

island the name of Buonaparte was considered as little less execrable

than that of Buttafuoco. What must he do to get a decisive share in

the surging, rolling tumult about him? The visionary boy was transformed

into the practical man. Frenchmen were fighting and winning glory

everywhere, and among the men who were reaping laurels were some whom

he had known and even despised at Brienne--Sergeant Pichegru, for

instance. Ideas which he had momentarily entertained,--enlistment in

the Russian army,[37] service with England, a career in the Indies,

the return of the nabob,--all such visions were set aside forever, and

an application was sent for a transfer from the Army of Italy to that

of the Rhine. The suppression of the southern revolt would soon be

accomplished, and inactivity ensue; but on the frontier of the north

there was a warfare worthy of his powers, in which, if he could only

attract the attention of the authorities, long service, rapid

advancement, and lasting glory might all be secured.

[Footnote 37: The Archive Russe for 1866 states that in

1788 Napoleon Buonaparte applied for an engagement to

Zaborowski, Potemkin's lieutenant, who was then with a

Russian fleet in the Mediterranean. The statement may be

true, and probably is, but there is no corroborative

evidence to sustain it.]

But what must be the first step to secure notoriety here and now? How

could that end be gained? The old instinct of authorship returned

irresistibly, and in the long intervals of easy duty at Avignon,

where, as is most probable, he remained to complete the task assigned

to him, Buonaparte wrote the "Supper of Beaucaire," his first literary

work of real ability. As if by magic his style is utterly changed,

being now concise, correct, and lucid. The reader would be tempted to

think it had enjoyed a thorough revision from some capable hand. But

this is improbable when we note that it is the permanent style of the

future. Moreover, the opinions expressed are quite as thoroughly

transformed, and display not only a clear political judgment, but an

almost startling military insight. The setting of this notable repast

is possibly, though by no means certainly, based on an actual

experience, and is as follows: Five wayfarers--a native of Nîmes, a

manufacturer from Montpellier, two merchants of Marseilles, and a

soldier from Avignon--find themselves accidentally thrown together as

table companions at an inn of Beaucaire, a little city round about

which the civil war is raging. The conversation at supper turns on the

events occurring in the neighborhood. The soldier explains the

circumstances connected with the recent capture of Avignon,

attributing the flight of the insurgents to the inability of any

except veteran troops to endure the uncertainties of a siege. One of

the travelers from Marseilles thinks the success but temporary, and

recapitulates the resources of the moderates. The soldier retorts in a

long refutation of that opinion. As a politician he shows how the

insurgents have placed themselves in a false position by adopting

extreme measures and alienating republican sympathy, being cautious

and diplomatic in not censuring their persons nor their principles; on

the other side there is a marked effort to emphasize the professional

attitude; as a military man he explains the strategic weakness of

their position, and the futility of their operations, uttering many

sententious phrases: "Self-conceit is the worst adviser"; "Good

four-and eight-pound cannon are as effective for field work as pieces

of larger caliber, and are in many respects preferable to them"; "It

is an axiom of military science that the army which remains behind

its intrenchments is beaten: experience and theory agree on this

point."

The conclusion of the conversation is a triumphant demonstration that

the cause of the insurgents is already lost, an argument convicting

them of really desiring not moderation, but a counter-revolution in

their own interest, and of displaying a willingness to imitate the

Vendeans, and call in foreign aid if necessary. In one remarkable

passage the soldier grants that the Girondists may have been outlawed,

imprisoned, and calumniated by the Mountain in its own selfish

interest, but adds that the former "were lost without a civil war by

means of which they could lay down the law to their enemies. It was

for them your war was really useful. Had they merited their early

reputation, they would have thrown down their arms before the

constitution and sacrificed their own interests to the public welfare.

It is easier to cite Decius than to imitate him. To-day they have

shown themselves guilty of the worst possible crimes; have, by their

behavior, justified their proscription. The blood they have caused to

flow has effaced the true services they had rendered." The Montpellier

manufacturer is of opinion that, whether this be true or no, the

Convention now represents the nation, and to refuse obedience to it is

rebellion and counter-revolution. History knows no plainer statement

than this of the "de facto, de jure" principle, the conviction that

"might makes right."

At last, then, the leader had shown himself in seizing the salient

elements of a complicated situation, and the man of affairs had found

a style in which to express his clear-cut ideas. When the tide turns

it rises without interruption. Buonaparte's pamphlet was scarcely

written before its value was discerned; for at that moment arrived

one of those legations now representing the sovereignty of the

Convention in every field of operations. This one was a most

influential committee of three--Escudier, Ricord, and the younger

brother of Robespierre. Accompanying them was a commission charged to

renew the commissary stores in Corsica for the few troops still

holding out in that island. Salicetti was at its head; the other

member was Gasparin. Buonaparte, we may infer, found easy access to

the favor of his compatriot Salicetti, and "The Supper of Beaucaire"

was heard by the plenipotentiaries with attention. Its merit was

immediately recognized, as is said, both by Gasparin and by the

younger Robespierre; in a few days the pamphlet was published at the

expense of the state.[38] Of Buonaparte's life between July

twenty-ninth and September twelfth, 1793, there are the most

conflicting accounts. Some say he was at Marseilles, others deny it.

His brother Joseph thought he was occupied in collecting munitions and

supplies for the Army of Italy. His earliest biographer declares that

he traveled by way of Lyons and Auxonne to Paris, returning by the

same route to Avignon, and thence journeying to Ollioules near Toulon.

From the army headquarters before that city Salicetti wrote on

September twenty-sixth that while Buonaparte was passing on his way to

rejoin the Army of Italy, the authorities in charge of the siege

changed his destination and put him in command of the heavy artillery

to replace Dommartin, incapacitated for service by a wound. It has

been hinted by both the suspicious and the credulous writers on the

period that the young man was employed on some secret mission. This

might be expected from those who attribute demonic qualities to the

child of destiny from earliest infancy, but there is no slightest

evidence to sustain the claim. Quite possibly the lad relapsed into

the queer restless ways of earlier life. It is evident he was thwarted

in his hope of transfer to the Army of the Rhine. Unwilling as he was

to serve in Italy, he finally turned his lagging footsteps thither.

Perhaps, as high authorities declare, it was at Marseilles that his

compatriot Cervoni persuaded him to go as far at least as Toulon,

though Salicetti and Buonaparte himself declared later that they met

and arranged the matter at Nice.

[Footnote 38: The very first impression appears to have

been a reprint from the Courier d'Avignon: it was a

cheap pamphlet of sixteen pages in the same type and on

the paper as that used by the journal. The second

impression was in twenty pages, printed by the public

printer as a tract for the times, to be distributed

throughout the near and remote neighborhood.]

In this interval, while Buonaparte remained, according to the best

authority, within reach of Avignon, securing artillery supplies and

writing a political pamphlet in support of the Jacobins, Carteaux had,

on August twenty-fifth, 1793, taken Marseilles. The capture was

celebrated by one of the bloodiest orgies of that horrible year. The

Girondists of Toulon saw in the fate of those at Marseilles the lot

apportioned to themselves. If the high contracting powers now banded

against France had shown a sincere desire to quell Jacobin bestiality,

they could on the first formation of the coalition easily have seized

Paris. Instead, Austria and Prussia had shown the most selfish apathy

in that respect, bargaining with each other and with Russia for their

respective shares of Poland, the booty they were about to seize. The

intensity of the Jacobin movement did not rouse them until the

majority of the French people, vaguely grasping the elements of

permanent value in the Revolution, and stung by foreign interference,

rallied around the only standard which was firmly upheld,--that of the

Convention,--and enabled that body within an incredibly short space

of time to put forth tremendous energy. Then England, terrified into

panic, drove Pitt to take effective measures, and displayed her

resources in raising subsidies for her Continental allies, in goading

the German powers to activity, in scouring every sea with her fleets.

One of these was cruising off the French coast in the Mediterranean,

and it was easy for the Girondists of Toulon to induce its commander

to seize not only their splendid arsenals, but the fleet in their

harbor as well--the only effective one, in fact, which at that time

the French possessed. Without delay or hesitation, Hood, the English

admiral, grasped the easy prize, and before long war-ships of the

Spaniards, Neapolitans, and Sardinians were gathered to share in the

defense of the town against the Convention forces. Soon the Girondist

fugitives from Marseilles arrived, and were received with kindness.

The place was provisioned, the gates were shut, and every preparation

for desperate resistance was completed. The fate of the republic was

at stake. The crisis was acute. No wonder that in view of his

wonderful career, Napoleon long after, and his friends in accord,

declared that in the hour appeared the man. There, said the inspired

memorialist of St. Helena, history found him, never to leave him;

there began his immortality. Though this language is truer ideally

than in sober reality, yet the Emperor had a certain justification for

his claim.

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