Great Britain -- Foreign relations -- Russia; Russia -- Foreign relations -- Great Britain; Russia -- Social life and customs
This took place under the Emperor Nicholas I, who was always for peace,
and in particular for an understanding with England. The whole
situation in Europe has changed since those days, or rather seems to
have changed. In reality it is not so. A few persons have made an
effort to open their eyes, and have discovered a well-established fact.
That is all. It is an important discovery, no doubt, so important that
nervous politicians conjure up imaginary difficulties, and appeal to
all sorts of magic utterances: "Balance of power," cries one;
"Immediate danger," shouts the other; "Traditional policy," exclaims
the third. But all these appeals might as well not have been made.
The "newly-discovered fact" has been known to Russians for years,
although clever Westerns have only just found it out. It is indeed
only natural that we should know it first, for it relates to our
Emperor. Europe has learned to feel that there is once more an Emperor
Nicholas on the Russian throne, and that in Alexander III even the most
imperious of Chancellors found a Sovereign whom no intimidation could
dismay, and no menace could deter from the path of duty. Some
Englishmen, I regret to say, did not like the memory of the Emperor,
whose noble and generous qualities are more and more appreciated in
History. The Emperor Nicholas I was undoubtedly a superior man in many
respects. Imperious he was, no doubt--it is an Imperial fault!--but he
was not only disinterested, he was generous and noble in the highest
degree. Books could be written about his kind actions.
He was once driving on a cold winter's day, when {91} he perceived a
poor hearse, and a still poorer coffin. There were no followers, but
the young driver, almost a child, was sobbing bitterly, and evidently
overwhelmed with his grief. The Emperor stopped his horse and asked
who the departed was.
"It was my father," answered the boy, through a new torrent of tears.
"He was a blind beggar, and I had him under my care."
The Emperor left his sledge and followed the humble coffin to the
burial ground. Naturally, many people followed His Majesty's example,
and the procession became a strange sight. Strange, but
fine--paternal, showing once more the link between the great autocrat
and his people--a link based on devotion and trust. As a very young
child I have myself experienced the kindness of his smile, and felt the
protection of his powerful hand.
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