CHAPTER XXXIV.

The Fall of Venice.

Feebleness of the Venetian Oligarchy -- Its Overthrow --

Bonaparte's Duplicity -- Letters of Opposite Purport --

Montebello -- The Republican Court -- England's Proposition

for Peace -- Plans of the Directory -- General Clarke's

Diplomatic Career -- Conduct of Mme. Bonaparte --

Bonaparte's Jealous Tenderness -- His Wife's Social

Conquests -- Relations of the Powers.

[Sidenote: 1797.]

Since the days of Carthage no government like that of the Venetian

oligarchy had existed on the earth. At its best it was dark and

remorseless; with the disappearance of its vigor its despotism had

become somewhat milder, but even yet no common man might draw the veil

from its mysterious, irresponsible councils and live. A few hundred

families administered the country as they did their private estates.

All intelligence, all liberty, all personal independence, were

repressed by such a system. The more enlightened Venetians of the

mainland, many even in the city, feeling the influences of the time,

had long been uneasy under their government, smoothly as it seemed to

run in time of peace. Now that the earth was quaking under the march

of Bonaparte's troops, this government was not only helpless, but in

its panic it actually grew contemptible, displaying by its conduct how

urgent was the necessity for a change. The senate had a powerful

fleet, three thousand native troops, and eleven thousand mercenaries;

but they struck only a single futile blow on their own account,

permitting a rash captain to open fire from the gunboats against the

French vanguard when it appeared. But immediately, as if in fear of

their own temerity, they despatched an embassy to learn the will of

the approaching general. That his dealings might be merciful, they

tried the plan of Modena, and offered him a bribe of seven million

francs; but, as in the case of Modena, he refused. Next day the Great

Council having been summoned, it was determined by a nearly unanimous

vote of the patricians--six hundred and ninety to twenty-one--that

they would remodel their institutions on democratic lines. The pale

and terrified Doge thought that in such a surrender lay the last hope

of safety.

Not for a moment did Lallemant and Villetard, the two French agents,

intermit their revolutionary agitation in the town. Disorders grew

more frequent, while uncertainty both paralyzed and disintegrated the

patrician party. A week later the government virtually abdicated. Two

utter strangers appeared in a theatrical way at its doors, and

suggested in writing to the Great Council that to appease the spirit

of the times they should plant the liberty-tree on the Place of St.

Mark, and speedily accede to all the propositions for liberalizing

Venice which the popular temper seemed to demand. Such were the terror

and disorganization of the aristocracy that instead of punishing the

intrusion of the unknown reformers by death, according to the

traditions of their merciless procedure, they took measures to carry

out the suggestions made in a way as dark and significant as any of

their own. The fleet was dismantled, and the army disbanded. By the

end of the month the revolution was virtually accomplished; a rising

of their supporters having been mistaken by the Great Council, in its

pusillanimous terror, for a rebellion of their antagonists, they

decreed the abolition of all existing institutions, and, after hastily

organizing a provisional government, disbanded. Four thousand French

soldiers occupied the town, and an ostensible treaty was made between

the new republic of Venice and that of France.

This treaty was really nothing but a pronunciamento of Bonaparte. He

decreed a general amnesty to all offenders except the commander of

Fort Luco, who had recently fired on the French vessel. He also

guaranteed the public debt, and promised to occupy the city only as

long as the public order required it. By a series of secret articles,

vaguely expressed, Venice was bound to accept the stipulations of

Leoben in regard to territory, pay an indemnity of one million two

hundred thousand dollars, and furnish three ships of the line with two

frigates, while, in pursuance of the general policy of the French

republic, experts were to select twenty pictures from her galleries,

and five hundred manuscripts from her libraries. Whatever was the

understanding of those who signed these crushing conditions, the city

was never again treated by any European power as an independent state.

To this dismemberment the Directory made itself an accessory after the

fact, having issued a declaration of war on Venice which only reached

Milan to be suppressed, when already Venice was no more. Whether the

oligarchy or its assassin was the more loathsome still remains an

academic question, debatable only in an idle hour. Soon afterward a

French expedition was despatched to occupy her island possessions in

the Levant. The arrangements had been carefully prepared during the

very time when the provisional government believed itself to be paying

the price of its new liberties. And earlier still, on May

twenty-seventh, three days before the abdication of the aristocracy,

Bonaparte had already offered to Austria the entire republic in its

proposed form as an exchange for the German lands on the left bank of

the Rhine.

Writing to the Directory on that day, he declared that Venice, which

had been in a decline ever since the discovery of the Cape of Good

Hope and the rise of Triest and Ancona, could with difficulty survive

the blows just given her. "This miserable, cowardly people, unfit for

liberty, and without land or water--it seems natural to me that we

should hand them over to those who have received their mainland from

us. We shall take all their ships, we shall despoil their arsenal, we

shall remove all their cannon, we shall wreck their rank, we shall

keep Corfu and Ancona for ourselves." On the twenty-sixth, only the

day previous, a letter to his "friends" of the Venetian provisional

government had assured them that he would do all in his power to

confirm their liberties, and that he earnestly desired that Italy,

"now covered with glory, and free from every foreign influence, should

again appear on the world's stage, and assert among the great powers

that station to which by nature, position, and destiny it was

entitled." Ordinary minds cannot grasp the guile and daring which seem

to have foreseen and prearranged all the conditions necessary to plans

which for double-dealing transcended the conceptions of men even in

that age of duplicity and selfishness.

Not far from Milan, on a gentle rise, stands the famous villa, or

country-seat, of Montebello. Its windows command a scene of rare

beauty: on one side, in the distance, the mighty Alps, with their

peaks of never-melting ice and snow; on the other three, the almost

voluptuous beauty of the fertile plains; while in the near foreground

lies the great capital of Lombardy, with its splendid industries, its

stores of art, and its crowded spires hoary with antiquity. Within

easy reach are the exquisite scenes of an enchanted region--that of

the Italian lakes. To this lordly residence Bonaparte withdrew. His

summer's task was to be the pacification of Europe, and the

consolidation of his own power in Italy, in France, and northward

beyond the Alps. The two objects went hand in hand. From Austria, from

Rome, from Naples, from Turin, from Parma, from Switzerland, and even

from the minor German principalities whose fate hung on the

rearrangement of German lands to be made by the Diet of the Empire,

agents of every kind, both military and diplomatic, both secret and

accredited, flocked to the seat of power. Expresses came and went in

all directions, while humble suitors vied with one another in homage

to the risen sun.

The uses of rigid etiquette were well understood by Bonaparte. He

appreciated the dazzling power of ceremony, the fascination of

condescension, and the influence of woman in the conduct of affairs.

All such influences he lavished with a profusion which could have been

conceived only by an Oriental imagination. As if to overpower the

senses by an impressive contrast, and symbolize the triumph of that

dominant Third Estate of which he claimed to be the champion against

aristocrats, princes, kings, and emperors, the simplicity of the

Revolution was personified and emphasized in his own person. His

ostentatious frugality, his disdain for dress, his contempt for

personal wealth and its outward signs, were all heightened by the

setting which inclosed them, as a frame of brilliants often heightens

the character in the portrait of a homely face.

Meantime England, grimly determined to save herself and the Europe

essential to her well-being, was not a passive spectator of events in

Italy. To understand the political situation certain facts must be

reiterated in orderly connection. At the close of 1796, Pitt's

administration was still in great straits, for the Tories who

supported him were angered by his lack of success, while the Whig

opposition was correspondingly jubilant and daily growing stronger.

The navy had been able barely to preserve appearances, but that was

all. There was urgent need for reform in tactics, in administration,

and in equipment. France had made some progress in all these

directions, and, in spite of English assistance, both the Vendean and

the Chouan insurrections had, to all appearance, been utterly crushed.

Subsequently the powerful expedition under Hoche, equipped and held in

readiness to sail for Ireland, there to organize rebellion, and give

England a draught from her own cup, though destined to disaster,

wrought powerfully on the British imagination. It was clear that the

Whigs would score a triumph at the coming elections if something were

not done. Accordingly, as has been told, Pitt determined to open

negotiations for peace with the Directory. As his agent he unwisely

chose a representative aristocrat, who had distinguished himself as a

diplomatist in Holland by organizing the Orange party to sustain the

Prussian arms against the rising democracy of that country. Moreover,

the envoy was an ultra-conservative in his views of the French

Revolution, and, believing that there was no room in western Europe

for his own country and her great rival, thought there could be no

peace until France was destroyed. Burke sneered that he had gone to

Paris on his knees. He had been received with suspicion and distrust,

many believing his real errand to be the reorganization of a royalist

party in France. Then, too, Delacroix, minister of foreign affairs,

was a narrow, shallow, and conceited man, unable either to meet an

adroit and experienced negotiator on his own ground, or to prepare new

forms of diplomatic combat, as Bonaparte had done. The English

proposition, it is well to recall, was that Great Britain would give

up all the French colonial possessions she had seized during the war,

provided the French republic would abandon Belgium. It is essential to

an understanding of Bonaparte's attitude in 1797, to recall also in

this connection that the navigation of the Scheldt has ever been an

object of the highest importance to England: the establishment of a

strong, hostile maritime power in harbors like those of the

Netherlands would menace, if not destroy, the British carrying-trade

with central and northern Europe. The reply of the Directory had been

that their fundamental law forbade the consideration of such a point;

and when Malmesbury persisted in his offer, he was allowed forty-eight

hours to leave the country. The negotiation was a fiasco as far as

Austria was concerned, although useful in consolidating British

patriotism. Hoche, having been despatched to Ireland, found wind and

waves adverse, and then returned to replace Jourdan in command of one

of the Rhine armies, the latter having been displaced for his failures

in Germany and relegated to the career of politics. Bonaparte's

victories left his most conspicuous rival nothing to do and he

gracefully congratulated his Italian colleague on having forestalled

him. His sad and suspicious death in September had no influence on the

terms of Bonaparte's treaty, but emphasized the need of its

ratification.

The Directory, with an eye single to the consolidation of the

republic, cared little for Lombardy, and much for Belgium; for the

prestige of the government, even for its stability, Belgium with the

Rhine frontier must be secured. The Austrian minister cared little for

the distant provinces of the empire, and everything for a compact

territorial consolidation. The successes of 1796 had secured to France

treaties with Prussia, Bavaria, Würtemberg, Baden, and the two circles

of Swabia and Franconia, whereby these powers consented to abandon

the control of all lands on the left bank of the Rhine hitherto

belonging to them or to the Germanic body. As a consequence the goal

of the Directory could be reached by Austria's consent, and Austria

appeared to be willing. The only question was, Would France restore

the Milanese? Carnot was emphatic in the expression of his opinion

that for the sake of peace with honor, a speedy, enduring peace, she

must, and his colleagues assented. Accordingly, Bonaparte was warned

that no expectations of emancipation must be awakened in the Italian

peoples. But such a warning was absurd. The directors, having been

able neither to support their general with adequate reinforcements,

nor to pay his troops, it had been only in the rôle of a liberator

that Bonaparte was successful in cajoling and conquering Italy, in

sustaining and arming his men, and in pouring treasures into Paris. It

was for this reason that, enormous and outrageous as was the ruin and

spoliation of a neutral state, he saw himself compelled to overthrow

Venice, and hold it as a substitute for Lombardy in the coming trade

with Austria. But the directors either could not or would not at that

time enter into his plans, and refused to comprehend the situation.

With doubtful good sense they had therefore determined in November,

1796, to send Clarke, their own chosen agent, to Vienna. It was for

this that they selected a man of polished manners and honest purpose,

but, contrary to their estimate, of very moderate ability. He must of

course have a previous understanding with Bonaparte, and to that end

he had journeyed by way of Italy. Being kindly welcomed, he was

entirely befooled by his subtle host, who detained him with idle

suggestions until after the fall of Mantua, when to his amazement he

received the instructions from Paris already stated: to make no

proposition of any kind without Bonaparte's consent. Then followed

the death of the Czarina Catherine, which left Austria with no ally,

and all the subsequent events to the eve of Leoben. Thugut, of course,

wanted no Jacobin agitator at Vienna, such as he supposed Clarke to

be, and informed him that he must not come thither, but might reach a

diplomatic understanding with the Austrian minister at Turin, if he

could. He was thus comfortably banished from the seat of war during

the closing scenes of the campaign, and to Bonaparte's satisfaction

could not of course reach Leoben in time to conclude the preliminaries

as the accredited agent of the republic. But, to save the self-respect

of the Directory, he was henceforth to be associated with Bonaparte in

arranging the final terms of peace; and to that end he came of course

to Milan. Representing as he did the conviction of the government that

the Rhine frontier must be a condition of peace, and necessarily

emphasizing its scheme of territorial compensations, he had to be

either managed or disregarded. It was the versatility of the envoy at

Montebello which assured him his subsequent career under the consulate

and empire.

The court at Montebello was not a mere levee of men. There was as well

an assemblage of brilliant women, of whom the presiding genius was

Mme. Bonaparte. Love, doubt, decision, marriage, separation, had been

the rapidly succeeding incidents of her connection with Bonaparte in

Paris. Though she had made ardent professions of devotion to her

husband, the marriage vow sat but lightly on her in the early days of

their separation. Her husband appears to have been for a short time

more constant, but, convinced of her fickleness, to have become as

unfaithful as she. And yet the complexity of emotions--ambition,

self-interest, and physical attraction--which seems to have been

present in both, although in widely different degree, sustained

something like genuine ardor in him, and an affection sincere enough

often to awaken jealousy in her. The news of Bonaparte's successive

victories in Italy made his wife a heroine in Paris. In all the salons

of the capital, from that of the directors at the Luxembourg downward

through those of her more aristocratic but less powerful

acquaintances, she was fêted and caressed. As early as April, 1796,

came the first summons of her husband to join him in Italy. Friends

explained to her willing ears that it was not a French custom for the

wives of generals to join the camp-train, and she refused. Resistance

but served to rouse the passions of the young conqueror, and his fiery

love-letters reached Paris by every courier. Josephine, however,

remained unmoved; for the traditions of her admirers, to whom she

showed them, made light of a conjugal affection such as that. She was

flattered, but, during the courtship, slightly frightened by such

addresses.

In due time there were symptoms which appeared to be those of

pregnancy. On receipt of this news the prospective father could not

contain himself for joy. The letter which he sent has been preserved.

It was written from Tortona, on June fifteenth, 1796. Life is but a

vain show because at such an hour he is absent from her. His passion

had clouded his faculties, but if she is in pain he will leave at any

hazard for her side. Without appetite, and sleepless; without thought

of friends, glory, or country, all the world is annihilated for him

except herself. "I care for honor because you do, for victory because

it gratifies you, otherwise I would have left all else to throw myself

at your feet. Dear friend, be sure and say you are persuaded that I

love you above all that can be imagined--persuaded that every moment

of my time is consecrated to you; that never an hour passes without

thought of you; that it never occurred to me to think of another

woman; that they are all in my eyes without grace, without beauty,

without wit; that you--you alone as I see you, as you are--could

please and absorb all the faculties of my soul; that you have fathomed

all its depths; that my heart has no fold unopened to you, no thoughts

which are not attendant upon you; that my strength, my arms, my mind,

are all yours; that my soul is in your form, and that the day you

change, or the day you cease to live, will be that of my death; that

nature, the earth, is lovely in my eyes, only because you dwell within

it. If you do not believe all this, if your soul is not persuaded,

saturated, you distress me, you do not love me. Between those who love

is a magnetic bond. You know that I could never see you with a lover,

much less endure your having one: to see him and to tear out his heart

would for me be one and the same thing; and then, could I, I would lay

violent hands on your sacred person.... No, I would never dare, but I

would leave a world where that which is most virtuous had deceived me.

I am confident and proud of your love. Misfortunes are trials which

mutually develop the strength of our passion. A child lovely as its

mother is to see the light in your arms. Wretched man that I am, a

single day would satisfy me! A thousand kisses on your eyes, on your

lips. Adorable woman! what a power you have! I am sick with your

disease: besides, I have a burning fever. Keep the courier but six

hours, and let him return at once, bringing to me the darling letter

of my queen."

At length, in June, when the first great victories had been won, when

the symptoms of motherhood proved to be spurious and disappeared, when

honors like those of a sovereign were awaiting her in Italy, Mme.

Bonaparte decided to tear herself away from the circle of her friends

in Paris, and to yield to the ever more urgent pleadings of her

husband. Traveling under Junot's care, she reached Milan early in

July, to find the general no longer an adventurer, but the successful

dictator of a people, courted by princes and kings, adored by the

masses, and the arbiter of nations. Rising, apparently without an

effort, to the height of the occasion, she began and continued

throughout the year to rival in her social conquests the victories of

her husband in the field. Where he was Caius, she was Caia. High-born

dames sought her favor, and nobles bowed low to win her support. At

times she actually braved the dangers of insurrection and the

battle-field. Her presence in their capital was used to soothe the

exasperated Venetians. To gratify her spouse's ardor, she journeyed to

many cities, and by a show of mild sympathy moderated somewhat the

wild ambitions which the scenes and character of his successes

awakened in his mind. The heroes and poets of Rome had moved upon that

same stage. To his consort the new Cæsar unveiled the visions of his

heated imagination, explained the sensations aroused in him by their

shadowy presence, and unfolded his schemes of emulation. Of such

purposes the court held during the summer at Montebello was but the

natural outcome. Its historic influence was incalculable: on one hand,

by the prestige it gave in negotiation to the central figure, and by

the chance it afforded to fix and crystallize the indefinite visions

of the hour; on the other, by rendering memorable the celebration of

the national fête on July fourteenth, 1797, an event arranged for

political purposes, and so dazzling as to fix in the army the intense

and complete devotion to their leader which made possible the next

epoch in his career.

The summer was a season of enforced idleness, outwardly and as far as

international relations were concerned, but in reality Bonaparte was

never more active nor more successful. In February the Bank of England

had suspended specie payments, and in March the price of English

consols was fifty-one, the lowest it ever reached. The battle of Cape

St. Vincent, fought on February fourteenth, destroyed the Spanish

naval power, and freed Great Britain from the fear of a combination

between the French and Spanish fleets for an invasion. But, on the

other hand, sedition was wide-spread in the navy; the British sailors

were mutinous to the danger-point, hoisting the red flag and

threatening piracy. The risings, though numerous, were eventually

quelled, but the effect on the English people was magical. Left

without an ally by the death of Catherine, the temporizing of Paul,

and his leaning to the Prussian policy of neutrality, facts mirrored

in the preliminaries of Leoben, their government made overtures for

peace. There was a crisis in the affairs of the Directory and, as a

sort of shelter from the stormy menace of popular disapproval,

Delacroix consented to receive Malmesbury again and renew negotiations

at Lille. As expected, the arrangement was a second theatrical

fencing-bout from the beginning. Canning feared his country would meet

with an accident in the sword-play, for the terms proposed were a weak

yielding to French pride by laying the Netherlands at her feet.

Probably the offer was not serious in any case, the farce was quickly

ended, and when their feint was met the British nation had recuperated

and was not dismayed. It required the utmost diligence in the use of

personal influence, on the part both of the French general and of his

wife, to thwart among the European diplomats assembled at Montebello

the prestige of English naval victory and the swift adaptations of

their policy to changing conditions. But they succeeded, and the

evidence was ultimately given not merely in great matters like the

success of Fructidor or the peace of Campo Formio, but in small

ones--such, for example, as the speedy liberation of Lafayette from

his Austrian prison.

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