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stories ont of Plutarch and Cornelius Nepos, have ever affected them so much as their own familiar words, Magna Charta,– Habeas Corpus,

Habeas Corpus, — Trial by Jury, Bill of Rights. This part of our national character lias undoubtedly its disadvantages. An Englishman too often reasons on politics in the spirit rather of a lawyer than of a philosopher. There is too often something narrow, something exclusive, something Jewish, if we may use the word, in his love of freedom. He is disposed to consider popular rights as the special heritage of the chosen race to which he belongs. He is inclined rather to repel than to encourage the alien proselyte who aspires to a share of his privileges. Very different was the spirit of the Constituent Assembly. They had none of our narrowness; but they had none of our practical skill in the management. of affairs. They did not understand how to regulate the order of their own debates ; and they thought themselves able to legislate for the whole world. All the past was bathsome to them. All their agreeable associations were connected with the future. Hopes were to them all that recollections are to us. In the institutions of their country they found nothing to love or to admire. As far back as they could look, they saw only the tyranny of one class and the degradation of another, Frank and Gaul, knight and villein, gentleman and roturier. They hated the monarchy, the church, the nobility. They cared nothing for the States or the Parliament. It was long the fashion to ascribe all the follies which they committed to the writings of the philosophers. We believe that it was misrule, and nothing but misrule, that put the sting into those writings. It is not true that the French abandoned experience for theories. They touk up with theories because

they had no experience of good government. It was because they had no charter that they ranted about the original contract. As soon as tolerable institutions were given to them, they began to look to those institutions. In 1830 their rallying cry was Vive la Charte. In 1789. they had nothing but theories, round which, to rally. :: They had seen social distinctions only in a bail form ; and it was therefore natural that they should be deluded by sophisms about the equality of men. They had experienced so much evil from the sovereignty of kings that they might be excused for lending a ready ear to those who preached, in an exaggerated form, the doctrine of the sovereignty of the people.

The English, content with their own national recollections and names, have never sought for models in the institutions of Greece or Rome. The French, hav. ing nothing in their own., history to which they could look back with pleasure, bad recourse to the history of the great ancient commonwealths: they drew their notions of those commonwealths, not from contemporary writers, but from romances written by pedantic moralists long after the extinction of public liberty. They neglected Thucydides for Plutarch. Blind theinselves, they took blind guides. They had no experience of freedom ; and they took their opinions concerning it from men who had no more experience of it than theinselves, and whose imaginations, inflamed by mystery end privation, exaggerated the unknown enjoyment; - from men who saved about patriotism without having ever had a country, and eulogised tyrannicide while crouching before tyrants. The maxim which the French egislators learned in this school was, that political liberty is an end, and not a means ; that it is not merely yaluable as the great safe-guard of order, of property

and of morality, but that it is in itself a high and exquisite happiness to which order, property, and mo rality onglit without one scruple to be sacrificed. The lessons which may be learned from ancient history are indeed most useful and important; but they were not likely to be learned by men who, in all their rhapsodies about the Athenian democracy, seemed utterly to forget that in that democracy there were ten slaves to one citizen ; and who constantly decorated their invectives against the aristocrats' with 'panegyrics on Brutus and Cato, — two aristocrats, fiercer, prouder, and more exclusive, than 'any that emigrated' with the Count of Artois.

We have never met with so'vivid and interesting á picture of the National Assembly as that which' M. Dus mont has set before us. ' His Mirabeau, in particular, is incomparable. All the former Mirabeaus were daubs in comparison. Some were merely painted' from the imagination — others were gross caricatures: this is the Very individual, neither god nor 'demon, but a man a Frenchman, - a Frenchman of the eighteenth century, with great talents, with strong passións, depraved by bad: education, surrounded by temptations of every kind; -made desperate at one time by disgrace, and then again' intoxicated by fame.! : All his opposite and Becmingly inconsistent qualities are in this representation so blended 'together as to make up a harmonious and natural whole.: Till now Mirabeau was to us, und, we believe, to most readers of history, not a man, but a string of antitheses. Henceforth he will be a real human being; 'a ' remarkable and 'eccentric being indeed; but perfectly conceivable. :.'. ...,!; 1. He was fond, M.' Dumont tells'ud, of giving odd coro pound' nicknames."'. Thus, 'M. de Lafayette was

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Grandisun-Croinwell; the king of Prussia was Alaric Cottin ; D’Espremenil was. Crispin-Catiline. We think that Mirabeau himself might be described, after his own fashion, as a Wilkes-Chatham. He had Wilkes's sensuality, Wilkes's levity, Wilkes's insensibility to shame. Like Wilkes, he had brought on himself the censure even of men of pleasure by the pe. culiar grossness of his immorality, and by the obscenity of his writings. Like Wilkes, he was heedless, not only of the laws of morality, but of the laws of honour. Yet he affected, like Wilkes, to unite the character of the demagogue to that of the fine gentleman. Like Wilkes, he conciliated, by his good humour and his high spirits, the regard of many who despised his character. Like Wilkes, he was hideously ugly ; like Wilkes, he made a jest of his own ugliness; and, like Wilkes, he was, in spite of his ugliness, very attentive to his dress, and very successful in affairs of gallantry.

Resembling Wilkes in the lower and grosser parts of his character, he had, in his higher qualities, some affinity to Chatham. His eloquence, as far as we can judge of it, bore no inconsiderable resemblance to that of the great English minister. He was not eminently buccessful in long set speeches. He was not, on the other hand, a close and ready debater. Sudden bursts, which seemed to be the effect of inspiration – short sentences which came like lightning, dazzling, burning, striking down every thing before them — sentences which, spoken at critical moments, decided the fate of great questions — sentences which at once became proverbs — sentences which everybody still knows by heart — in these chiefly lay the oratorical power botk of Chatham and of Mirabeau. There have been far greater speakers, and far greater statesmen, than either

of them, but we doubt whether any, men have, in modern times, exercised such vast personal influence over stormy and divided assemblies. The power of both was as much moral as intellectual. In true dignity of cliaracter, in private and public virtue, it may seem absurd to institute any comparison between them; but they had the same haughtiness, and vehemence of temper. In their language and manner there was a disdainful self-confidence, an imperiousitess, a fierceness of passion, before which all common minds quailed. Even Murray and Charles Townshend, though intellectually not inferior to Chatham, were always cowed by him. Barnave, in the same manner, though the best debater in the National Assembly, Ainched before the energy of Mirabeau Men, except in bad novels, are not all good or all evil. It can scarcely be denied that the virtue of Lord Chatham was a little theatrical. On the other hand there was in Mirabean, not indeed any thing deserving the namo of virtue, but that imperfect substitute for virtue which is found in almost all superior minds, -- a sensibility to the beautiful and the good, which somitimes amounted to sincere enthusiasm ; and which, mingled with the desire of admiration, sometimes gave to his character a lustre resembling the lustre of true goodness, — as the “ faded splendour wan” which lingered round the fallen archangel resembled the exceeling brightness of those spirits who had kept their firat estate.

There are several other admirable portraits of eminent men in these Memoirs. That of Sieyes a particular, and that of Talleyrand, are masterpieces, Gull of life and expression. But nothing in the book has interested us more than the view which M. Dunont has presented to us, unostentatiously, and, we

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