. The English aristocracy have no love for Louis Philippe, but much less for a republic, so near at hand, and everybody seemed perplexed and uneasy.
Tuesday
On Sunday the Duc de Nemours arrived at the French Emba.s.sy, and Monday the poor d.u.c.h.ess de Montpensier, the innocent cause of all the trouble. No one knows where the d.u.c.h.ess de Nemours and her young children are, and the King and Queen are entirely missing. At one moment it is reported that he is drowned, and then, again, at Brussels.
Wednesday
To-day the French Emba.s.sy have received despatches announcing the new government, and Count Jarnac has immediately resigned. This made it impossible for the Duc de Nemours and the d.u.c.h.ess de Montpensier to remain at the Emba.s.sy, and they fell by inheritance to Mr. Van de Weyer, whose Queen is Louis Philippe"s daughter. The Queen has taken Louis Philippe"s daughter, Princess Clementine, who married Prince Auguste de Saxe-Coburg to the Palace, but for State Policy"s sake she can do nothing about the others. Mr. Van de Weyer offered Mr. Bates"s place of East Sheen, which was most gratefully accepted.
Friday
This morning came Thackeray, who is the soul of PUNCH, and showed me a piece he had written for the next number.
Sat.u.r.day
The King has arrived. What a crossing of the Channel, pea-jacket, woollen comforter, and all! The flight is a perfect comedy, and if PUNCH had tried to invent anything more ludicrous, it would have failed. Panic, despotism, and cowardice.
These things are much more exciting here than across the water. We are so near the scene of action and everybody has a more personal interest here in all these matters. The whole week has been like a long play, and now, on Sat.u.r.day night, I want nothing but repose.
What a dream it must be to the chief actors! The Queen, who is always good and n.o.ble, was averse to such ignominious flight; she preferred staying and taking what came, and if Madam Adelaide had lived, they would never have made such a [word undecipherable]
figure. Her pride and courage would have inspired them. With her seemed to fly Louis Philippe"s star, as Napoleon"s with Josephine. .
. . Mr. Emerson has just come to London and we give him a dinner on Tuesday, the 14th. Several persons wish much to see him, and Monckton Milnes reviewed him in BLACKWOOD.
LETTER: To W.D.B.
LONDON, March 11, 1848
Dear W.: . . . Yesterday we dined at Lord Lansdowne"s. Among the guests were M. and Madam Van de Weyer, and Mrs. Austin, the translatress, who has been driven over here from Paris, where she has resided for several years. She is a vehement friend of Guizot"s, though a bitter accuser of Louis Philippe, but how can they be separated? She interests herself strongly now in all his arrangements, and is a.s.sisting his daughters to form their humble establishment. He and his daughters together have about eight hundred pounds a year, and that in London is poverty. They have taken a small house in Brompton Square, a little out of town, and one of those suburban, unfashionable regions where the most accommodations can be had at the least price. What a change for those who have witnessed their almost regal receptions in Paris!
The young ladies bear very sweetly all their reverses. . . . Guizot, himself, I hear, is as FIER as ever, and almost gay. Princess de Lieven is here at the "Clarendon," and their friendship is as great as ever.
March 15th
Yesterday we had an agreeable dinner at our own house. Macaulay, Milman, Lord Morpeth and Monckton Milnes were all most charming, and we ladies listened with eager ears. Conversation was never more interesting than just now, in this great crisis of the world"s affairs. Mr. Emerson was here and seemed to enjoy [it] much.
Friday, March 17th
Things look rather darker in France, but we ought not to expect a republic to be established without some difficulties. . . . You cannot judge of the state of France, however, through the medium of the English newspapers, for, of course, English sympathies are all entirely against it. They never like France, and a republic of any kind still less. A peaceful and prosperous republic in the heart of Europe would be more deprecated than a state of anarchy. The discussion of French matters reveals to me every moment the deep repugnance of the English to republican inst.i.tutions. It lets in a world of light upon opinions and feelings, which, otherwise, would not have been discovered by me.
Sunday, March 19th
Yesterday we breakfasted at Mrs. Milman"s. I was the only lady, but there were Macaulay, Hallam, Lord Morpeth, and, above all, Charles Austin, whom I had not seen before, as he never dines out, but who is the most striking talker in England. He has made a fortune by the law in the last few years, which gives him an income of 8,000 pounds. He has the great railroad cases which come before the House of Lords. . . . On Tuesday came a flying report of a revolution in Berlin, but no one believed it. We concluded it rather a speculation of the newsmen, who are hawking revolutions after every mail in second and third editions. We were going that evening to a SOIREE at Bunsen"s, whom we found cheerful as ever and fearing no evil. On Monday the news of the revolution in Austria produced a greater sensation even than France, for it was the very pivot of conservatism. . . . On Thursday I received the letter from A. at eight A.M., which I enclose to you. It gives an account of the revolution in Berlin.
LETTER: To T.D.
March 31
The old world is undergoing a complete reorganization, and is unfolding a rapid series of events more astonishing than anything in history. Where it will stop, and what will be its results, n.o.body can tell. Royalty has certainly not added to its respectability by its conduct in its time of trial. Since the last steamer went, Italy has shaken off the Austrian yoke, Denmark has lost her German provinces, Poland has risen, or is about to rise, which will bring Russia thundering down upon Liberal Europe. . . . Our whole Diplomatic Corps are certainly "in a fix," and we are really the only members of it who have any reason to be quite at ease. Two or three have been called home to be Ministers of Foreign Affairs, as they have learned something of const.i.tutional liberty in England.
England is, as yet, all quiet, and I hope will keep so, but the Chartists are at work and Ireland is full of inflammable matter.
But England does love her inst.i.tutions, and is justly proud of their comparative freedom, and long may she enjoy them. . . . On Sunday Mr. Emerson dined with us with Lady Morgan and Mrs. Jameson--the auth.o.r.ess. On Monday I took him to a little party at Lady Morgan"s.
His works are a good deal known here. I have great pleasure in seeing so old a friend so far from home. . . . I think we shall have very few of our countrymen out this spring, as travelling Europe is so uncertain, with everything in commotion. Those who are pa.s.sing the winter in Italy are quite shut in at present, and if war begins, no one knows where it will spread.
LETTER: To W.D.B.
LONDON, April 7, 1848
. . . On Wednesday we had an agreeable dinner at Mrs. Milner Gibson"s. Mr. and Mrs. Disraeli, Mr. and Mrs. Sheridan (brother of Mrs. Norton), etc., were among the guests. After dinner I had a very long talk with Disraeli. He is, you know, of the ultra Tory party here, and looks at the Continental movements from the darkest point of view. He cannot admit as a possibility the renovation of European society upon more liberal principles, and considers it as the complete dissolution of European civilization which will, like Asia, soon present but the ashes of a burnt-out flame. This is most atheistic, G.o.dless, and un-christian doctrine, and he cannot himself believe it. The art of printing and the rapid dissemination of thought changes all these things in our days.
LETTER: To I.P.D.
April 10
This is the day of the "Great Chartist Meeting," which has terrified all London to the last degree, I think most needlessly. The city and town is at this moment stiller than I have ever known it, for not a carriage dares to be out. Nothing is to be seen but a "special constable" (every gentleman in London is sworn into that office), occasionally some on foot, some on horseback, scouring the streets. I took a drive early this morning with Mr. Bancroft, and nothing could be less like the eve of a revolution. This evening, when the pet.i.tion is to be presented, may bring some disturbance, not from the Chartists themselves, but from the disorderly persons who may avail themselves of the occasion. The Queen left town on Sat.u.r.day for the Isle of Wight, as she had so lately been confined it was feared her health might suffer from any agitation. . . . I pa.s.sed a long train of artillery on Sat.u.r.day evening coming into town, which was the most earnest looking thing I have seen. . . .
To-day we were to have dined at Mrs. Mansfield"s, but her dinner was postponed from the great alarm about the Chartists. There is not the slightest danger of a revolution in England. The upper middle- cla.s.s, which on the continent is entirely with the people, the professional and mercantile cla.s.s, is here entirely conservative, and without that cla.s.s no great changes can ever be made. The Duc de Montebello said of France, that he "knew there were lava streams below, but he did not know the crust was so thin." Here, on the contrary, the crust is very thick. And yet I can see in the most conservative circles that a feeling is gaining ground that some concessions must be made. An enlargement of the suffrage one hears now often discussed as, perhaps, an approaching necessity.
Friday, April 14
The day of the Chartists pa.s.sed off with most ridiculous quiet, and the government is stronger than ever. . . . If the Alien Bill pa.s.ses, our American friends must mind their p"s and q"s, for if they praise the "model republic" too loudly, they may be packed off at any time, particularly if they have "long beards," for it seems to be an axiom here that beards, mustaches, and barricades are cousins-german at least. . . . Mr. Bancroft goes to Paris on Monday, the 17th, to pa.s.s the Easter holidays. He will go on with his ma.n.u.scripts, and at the same time witness the elections and meeting of the Convention.
LETTER: To W.D.B.
LONDON, April 19, 1848