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<h2> CHAPTER III—LOUIS PHILIPPE </h2>
<p>Revolutions have a terrible arm and a happy hand, they strike firmly and
choose well. Even incomplete, even debased and abused and reduced to the
state of a junior revolution like the Revolution of 1830, they nearly
always retain sufficient providential lucidity to prevent them from
falling amiss. Their eclipse is never an abdication.</p>
<p>Nevertheless, let us not boast too loudly; revolutions also may be
deceived, and grave errors have been seen.</p>
<p>Let us return to 1830. 1830, in its deviation, had good luck. In the
establishment which entitled itself order after the revolution had been
cut short, the King amounted to more than royalty. Louis Philippe was a
rare man.</p>
<p>The son of a father to whom history will accord certain attenuating
circumstances, but also as worthy of esteem as that father had been of
blame; possessing all private virtues and many public virtues; careful of
his health, of his fortune, of his person, of his affairs, knowing the
value of a minute and not always the value of a year; sober, serene,
peaceable, patient; a good man and a good prince; sleeping with his wife,
and having in his palace lackeys charged with the duty of showing the
conjugal bed to the bourgeois, an ostentation of the regular
sleeping-apartment which had become useful after the former illegitimate
displays of the elder branch; knowing all the languages of Europe, and,
what is more rare, all the languages of all interests, and speaking them;
an admirable representative of the "middle class," but outstripping it,
and in every way greater than it; possessing excellent sense, while
appreciating the blood from which he had sprung, counting most of all on
his intrinsic worth, and, on the question of his race, very particular,
declaring himself Orleans and not Bourbon; thoroughly the first Prince of
the Blood Royal while he was still only a Serene Highness, but a frank
bourgeois from the day he became king; diffuse in public, concise in
private; reputed, but not proved to be a miser; at bottom, one of those
economists who are readily prodigal at their own fancy or duty; lettered,
but not very sensitive to letters; a gentleman, but not a chevalier;
simple, calm, and strong; adored by his family and his household; a
fascinating talker, an undeceived statesman, inwardly cold, dominated by
immediate interest, always governing at the shortest range, incapable of
rancor and of gratitude, making use without mercy of superiority on
mediocrity, clever in getting parliamentary majorities to put in the wrong
those mysterious unanimities which mutter dully under thrones; unreserved,
sometimes imprudent in his lack of reserve, but with marvellous address in
that imprudence; fertile in expedients, in countenances, in masks; making
France fear Europe and Europe France! Incontestably fond of his country,
but preferring his family; assuming more domination than authority and
more authority than dignity, a disposition which has this unfortunate
property, that as it turns everything to success, it admits of ruse and
does not absolutely repudiate baseness, but which has this valuable side,
that it preserves politics from violent shocks, the state from fractures,
and society from catastrophes; minute, correct, vigilant, attentive,
sagacious, indefatigable; contradicting himself at times and giving
himself the lie; bold against Austria at Ancona, obstinate against England
in Spain, bombarding Antwerp, and paying off Pritchard; singing the
Marseillaise with conviction, inaccessible to despondency, to lassitude,
to the taste for the beautiful and the ideal, to daring generosity, to
Utopia, to chimeras, to wrath, to vanity, to fear; possessing all the
forms of personal intrepidity; a general at Valmy; a soldier at Jemappes;
attacked eight times by regicides and always smiling. Brave as a
grenadier, courageous as a thinker; uneasy only in the face of the chances
of a European shaking up, and unfitted for great political adventures;
always ready to risk his life, never his work; disguising his will in
influence, in order that he might be obeyed as an intelligence rather than
as a king; endowed with observation and not with divination; not very
attentive to minds, but knowing men, that is to say requiring to see in
order to judge; prompt and penetrating good sense, practical wisdom, easy
speech, prodigious memory; drawing incessantly on this memory, his only
point of resemblance with Caesar, Alexander, and Napoleon; knowing deeds,
facts, details, dates, proper names, ignorant of tendencies, passions, the
diverse geniuses of the crowd, the interior aspirations, the hidden and
obscure uprisings of souls, in a word, all that can be designated as the
invisible currents of consciences; accepted by the surface, but little in
accord with France lower down; extricating himself by dint of tact;
governing too much and not enough; his own first minister; excellent at
creating out of the pettiness of realities an obstacle to the immensity of
ideas; mingling a genuine creative faculty of civilization, of order and
organization, an indescribable spirit of proceedings and chicanery, the
founder and lawyer of a dynasty; having something of Charlemagne and
something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a prince
who understood how to create authority in spite of the uneasiness of
France, and power in spite of the jealousy of Europe. Louis Philippe will
be classed among the eminent men of his century, and would be ranked among
the most illustrious governors of history had he loved glory but a little,
and if he had had the sentiment of what is great to the same degree as the
feeling for what is useful.</p>
<p>Louis Philippe had been handsome, and in his old age he remained graceful;
not always approved by the nation, he always was so by the masses; he
pleased. He had that gift of charming. He lacked majesty; he wore no
crown, although a king, and no white hair, although an old man; his
manners belonged to the old regime and his habits to the new; a mixture of
the noble and the bourgeois which suited 1830; Louis Philippe was
transition reigning; he had preserved the ancient pronunciation and the
ancient orthography which he placed at the service of opinions modern; he
loved Poland and Hungary, but he wrote les Polonois, and he pronounced les
Hongrais. He wore the uniform of the national guard, like Charles X., and
the ribbon of the Legion of Honor, like Napoleon.</p>
<p>He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera.
Incorruptible by sacristans, by whippers-in, by ballet-dancers; this made
a part of his bourgeois popularity. He had no heart. He went out with his
umbrella under his arm, and this umbrella long formed a part of his
aureole. He was a bit of a mason, a bit of a gardener, something of a
doctor; he bled a postilion who had tumbled from his horse; Louis Philippe
no more went about without his lancet, than did Henri IV. without his
poniard. The Royalists jeered at this ridiculous king, the first who had
ever shed blood with the object of healing.</p>
<p>For the grievances against Louis Philippe, there is one deduction to be
made; there is that which accuses royalty, that which accuses the reign,
that which accuses the King; three columns which all give different
totals. Democratic right confiscated, progress becomes a matter of
secondary interest, the protests of the street violently repressed,
military execution of insurrections, the rising passed over by arms, the
Rue Transnonain, the counsels of war, the absorption of the real country
by the legal country, on half shares with three hundred thousand
privileged persons,—these are the deeds of royalty; Belgium refused,
Algeria too harshly conquered, and, as in the case of India by the
English, with more barbarism than civilization, the breach of faith, to
Abd-el-Kader, Blaye, Deutz bought, Pritchard paid,—these are the
doings of the reign; the policy which was more domestic than national was
the doing of the King.</p>
<p>As will be seen, the proper deduction having been made, the King's charge
is decreased.</p>
<p>This is his great fault; he was modest in the name of France.</p>
<p>Whence arises this fault?</p>
<p>We will state it.</p>
<p>Louis Philippe was rather too much of a paternal king; that incubation of
a family with the object of founding a dynasty is afraid of everything and
does not like to be disturbed; hence excessive timidity, which is
displeasing to the people, who have the 14th of July in their civil and
Austerlitz in their military tradition.</p>
<p>Moreover, if we deduct the public duties which require to be fulfilled
first of all, that deep tenderness of Louis Philippe towards his family
was deserved by the family. That domestic group was worthy of admiration.
Virtues there dwelt side by side with talents. One of Louis Philippe's
daughters, Marie d'Orleans, placed the name of her race among artists, as
Charles d'Orleans had placed it among poets. She made of her soul a marble
which she named Jeanne d'Arc. Two of Louis Philippe's daughters elicited
from Metternich this eulogium: "They are young people such as are rarely
seen, and princes such as are never seen."</p>
<p>This, without any dissimulation, and also without any exaggeration, is the
truth about Louis Philippe.</p>
<p>To be Prince Equality, to bear in his own person the contradiction of the
Restoration and the Revolution, to have that disquieting side of the
revolutionary which becomes reassuring in governing power, therein lay the
fortune of Louis Philippe in 1830; never was there a more complete
adaptation of a man to an event; the one entered into the other, and the
incarnation took place. Louis Philippe is 1830 made man. Moreover, he had
in his favor that great recommendation to the throne, exile. He had been
proscribed, a wanderer, poor. He had lived by his own labor. In
Switzerland, this heir to the richest princely domains in France had sold
an old horse in order to obtain bread. At Reichenau, he gave lessons in
mathematics, while his sister Adelaide did wool work and sewed. These
souvenirs connected with a king rendered the bourgeoisie enthusiastic. He
had, with his own hands, demolished the iron cage of Mont-Saint-Michel,
built by Louis XI, and used by Louis XV. He was the companion of
Dumouriez, he was the friend of Lafayette; he had belonged to the
Jacobins' club; Mirabeau had slapped him on the shoulder; Danton had said
to him: "Young man!" At the age of four and twenty, in '93, being then M.
de Chartres, he had witnessed, from the depth of a box, the trial of Louis
XVI., so well named that poor tyrant. The blind clairvoyance of the
Revolution, breaking royalty in the King and the King with royalty, did so
almost without noticing the man in the fierce crushing of the idea, the
vast storm of the Assembly-Tribunal, the public wrath interrogating, Capet
not knowing what to reply, the alarming, stupefied vacillation by that
royal head beneath that sombre breath, the relative innocence of all in
that catastrophe, of those who condemned as well as of the man condemned,—he
had looked on those things, he had contemplated that giddiness; he had
seen the centuries appear before the bar of the Assembly-Convention; he
had beheld, behind Louis XVI., that unfortunate passer-by who was made
responsible, the terrible culprit, the monarchy, rise through the shadows;
and there had lingered in his soul the respectful fear of these immense
justices of the populace, which are almost as impersonal as the justice of
God.</p>
<p>The trace left in him by the Revolution was prodigious. Its memory was
like a living imprint of those great years, minute by minute. One day, in
the presence of a witness whom we are not permitted to doubt, he rectified
from memory the whole of the letter A in the alphabetical list of the
Constituent Assembly.</p>
<p>Louis Philippe was a king of the broad daylight. While he reigned the
press was free, the tribune was free, conscience and speech were free. The
laws of September are open to sight. Although fully aware of the gnawing
power of light on privileges, he left his throne exposed to the light.
History will do justice to him for this loyalty.</p>
<p>Louis Philippe, like all historical men who have passed from the scene, is
to-day put on his trial by the human conscience. His case is, as yet, only
in the lower court.</p>
<p>The hour when history speaks with its free and venerable accent, has not
yet sounded for him; the moment has not come to pronounce a definite
judgment on this king; the austere and illustrious historian Louis Blanc
has himself recently softened his first verdict; Louis Philippe was
elected by those two almosts which are called the 221 and 1830, that is to
say, by a half-Parliament, and a half-revolution; and in any case, from
the superior point of view where philosophy must place itself, we cannot
judge him here, as the reader has seen above, except with certain
reservations in the name of the absolute democratic principle; in the eyes
of the absolute, outside these two rights, the right of man in the first
place, the right of the people in the second, all is usurpation; but what
we can say, even at the present day, that after making these reserves is,
that to sum up the whole, and in whatever manner he is considered, Louis
Philippe, taken in himself, and from the point of view of human goodness,
will remain, to use the antique language of ancient history, one of the
best princes who ever sat on a throne.</p>
<p>What is there against him? That throne. Take away Louis Philippe the king,
there remains the man. And the man is good. He is good at times even to
the point of being admirable. Often, in the midst of his gravest
souvenirs, after a day of conflict with the whole diplomacy of the
continent, he returned at night to his apartments, and there, exhausted
with fatigue, overwhelmed with sleep, what did he do? He took a death
sentence and passed the night in revising a criminal suit, considering it
something to hold his own against Europe, but that it was a still greater
matter to rescue a man from the executioner. He obstinately maintained his
opinion against his keeper of the seals; he disputed the ground with the
guillotine foot by foot against the crown attorneys, those chatterers of
the law, as he called them. Sometimes the pile of sentences covered his
table; he examined them all; it was anguish to him to abandon these
miserable, condemned heads. One day, he said to the same witness to whom
we have recently referred: "I won seven last night." During the early
years of his reign, the death penalty was as good as abolished, and the
erection of a scaffold was a violence committed against the King. The
Greve having disappeared with the elder branch, a bourgeois place of
execution was instituted under the name of the Barriere-Saint-Jacques;
"practical men" felt the necessity of a quasi-legitimate guillotine; and
this was one of the victories of Casimir Perier, who represented the
narrow sides of the bourgeoisie, over Louis Philippe, who represented its
liberal sides. Louis Philippe annotated Beccaria with his own hand. After
the Fieschi machine, he exclaimed: "What a pity that I was not wounded!
Then I might have pardoned!" On another occasion, alluding to the
resistance offered by his ministry, he wrote in connection with a
political criminal, who is one of the most generous figures of our day:
"His pardon is granted; it only remains for me to obtain it." Louis
Philippe was as gentle as Louis IX. and as kindly as Henri IV.</p>
<p>Now, to our mind, in history, where kindness is the rarest of pearls, the
man who is kindly almost takes precedence of the man who is great.</p>
<p>Louis Philippe having been severely judged by some, harshly, perhaps, by
others, it is quite natural that a man, himself a phantom at the present
day, who knew that king, should come and testify in his favor before
history; this deposition, whatever else it may be, is evidently and above
all things, entirely disinterested; an epitaph penned by a dead man is
sincere; one shade may console another shade; the sharing of the same
shadows confers the right to praise it; it is not greatly to be feared
that it will ever be said of two tombs in exile: "This one flattered the
other."</p>
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