The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes" — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
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I repaired to Mother Adler's, where I ordered bread and cheese and a
bottle of white wine, according to custom, before returning home; and
there I heard all those gentlemen, the Government officials, the
controllers, the tax-collectors, the judges, the receivers, etc.,
assembled in the public room, telling one another that the Prussians
were going to invade us; that they had already taken half of Germany,
and that they were wanting now to lay the Spaniards upon our back in
order to take the rest: just as they had put Italy upon the back of the
Austrians, before Sadowa.
All the mayors present were of the same opinion; they all answered that
they would defend themselves, if we were attacked; for the Lorrainers
and the Alsacians have never been behindhand in defending themselves:
all the world knows that.
I went on listening; at last, having paid my bill, I started to return
home.
I went out of Sarrebourg, and had walked for half an hour in the dust,
reflecting upon what had just taken place, when I heard a conveyance
coming at a rapid rate behind me. I turned round. It was Cousin
George upon his char-a-banc, at which I was much pleased.
"Is that you, cousin?" said he, pulling up.
"Yes; I am just come from Sarrebourg, and I am not sorry to meet with
you, for it is terribly warm."
"Well, up with you," said he. "You have had a great gathering to-day;
I saw all the public-houses full."
I was up, I took my seat, and the conveyance went off again at a trot.
"Yes," said I; "it is a strange business; you would never guess why we
have been sent for to the sous-prefecture."
"What for?"
Then I told him all about it; being much excited against the villain
Bismarck, who wanted to invade us, and had just invented this
Hohenzollern pretext to drive us to extremities.
George listened. At last he said: "My poor Christian! the sous-prefet
was quite right in calling you a worthy fellow; and all those other
mayors that I saw down there, with their red noses, are worthy men; but
do you know my opinion upon all those matters?"
"What do you think, George?"
"Well, my belief is, that they are leading you like a string of asses
by the bridle. That sous-prefet will present his report to the prefet,
the prefet to the Minister of the Interior, Monsieur Chevandier de
Valdrome,--the organizer of the Plebiscite--he who told you to vote
'Yes' to have peace--and that Minister will present his report to the
Emperor. They all know that the Emperor desires war, because he needs
it for his dynasty."
"What! he wants war?"