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When they had heard how the last outbreak of revolutionary disorder
in Paris had been suppressed by a young officer, called Bonaparte, or
Buonaparte, who had turned his guns upon the mob, they gave a sigh of
relief. A little less liberty, fraternity and equality seemed a very
desirable thing. But ere long, the young officer called Buonaparte or
Bonaparte became one of the three consuls of the French Republic,
then sole consul and finally Emperor. As he was much more efficient
than any ruler that had ever been seen before, his hand pressed heavily
upon his poor subjects. He showed them no mercy. He impressed their
sons into his armies, he married their daughters to his generals and
he took their pictures and their statues to enrich his own museums.
He turned the whole of Europe into an armed camp and killed almost an
entire generation of men.
[Illustration: OFF FOR TRAFALGAR]
Now he was gone, and the people (except a few professional military
men) had but one wish. They wanted to be let alone. For awhile they had
been allowed to rule themselves, to vote for mayors and aldermen and
judges. The system had been a terrible failure. The new rulers had been
inexperienced and extravagant. From sheer despair the people turned to
the representative men of the old Régime. “You rule us,” they said, “as
you used to do. Tell us what we owe you for taxes and leave us alone.
We are busy repairing the damage of the age of liberty.”
The men who stage-managed the famous congress certainly did their best
to satisfy this longing for rest and quiet. The Holy Alliance, the main
result of the Congress, made the policeman the most important dignitary
of the State and held out the most terrible punishment to those who
dared criticise a single official act.
Europe had peace, but it was the peace of the cemetery.
The three most important men at Vienna were the Emperor Alexander of
Russia, Metternich, who represented the interests of the Austrian house
of Habsburg, and Talleyrand, the erstwhile bishop of Autun, who had
managed to live through the different changes in the French government
by the sheer force of his cunning and his intelligence and who now
travelled to the Austrian capital to save for his country whatever
could be saved from the Napoleonic ruin. Like the gay young man of the
limerick, who never knew when he was slighted, this unbidden guest
came to the party and ate just as heartily as if he had been really
invited. Indeed, before long, he was sitting at the head of the
table entertaining everybody with his amusing stories and gaining the
company’s good will by the charm of his manner.
[Illustration: THE SPECTRE WHICH FRIGHTENED THE HOLY ALLIANCE]
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