The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England. volume 5 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe volume 5Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
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The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England. volume 5 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe volume 5
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de, 1768-1848
"I have carried the war into my enemies' camp; I have not gone to
bivouac in the past under the old banner of the dead, a banner
which has not been inglorious, but which droops by the flag-staff
that supports it, because no breath of life is there to raise it.
Were I to move the dust of thirty-five Capets, I should not draw
from it an argument which should be as much as listened to. The
idolatry of a name is abolished; monarchy is no longer a tenet of
religious belief: it is a political form which is preferable at
this moment to every other, because it has the greatest tendency to
reconcile order with liberty.
"Useless Cassandra, how often have I wearied the Throne and the
country[318] with my disregarded warnings! It only remains for me
to sit down on the last fragment of the shipwreck which I have so
often foretold. In misfortune I acknowledge every species of power
except that of absolving me from my oaths of allegiance. It is also
my duty to make my life uniform: after all that I have done, said
and written for the Bourbons, I should be the meanest of wretches
if I denied them at the moment when, for the third and last time,
they are on the road to exile.
"Fear I leave to those generous royalists who have never sacrificed
a coin or a place to their loyalty; to those champions of the Altar
and the Throne who lately treated me as a renegade, an apostate
and a revolutionary. Pious libellers, the renegade now calls upon
you! Come, then, and stammer out a word, a single word, with him
for the unfortunate master who loaded you with his gifts and whom
you have ruined! Instigators of _coups d'État_, preachers of
constituent power, where are you? You hide yourselves in the mire
from under which you gallantly raised your heads to calumniate the
faithful servants of the King; your silence to-day is worthy of
your language of yesterday. Let all those doughty knights, whose
projected exploits have caused the descendants of Henry IV. to be
driven from their throne at the point of the pitchfork, tremble now
as they crouch under the three-coloured cockade: it is natural
that they should do so. The noble colours which they display will
protect their persons, but will not cover their cowardice.
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