Return of the Emperor Napoleon. Le Havre.

Chapter LIII.

Scenes at Havre De Grace

**Peace of 1814 - The Bourbons and *émigrés *generally

• Motives of the author in visiting the Continent - His departure from England with his family - Arrival at Havre de Grace-The *Couteau d’Ingouville - *Doctor Sorerie and his graduated scale - The Pavilion Poulet - Price of commodities at Havre - Rate of exchange - English assumption abroad - The author’s rural retirement disturbed by Napoleon’s return from Eiba - Circumstances attending the announcement of this fact at Havre - Previous demonstrations of the inhabitants of the town, and more particularly of the military quartered there - The uniform of the Old Guard - Two Russians mutilated by the mob - Retirement of Louis le *Désiré *from Paris - Curious variety of feeling manifested amongst the people at Havre - Policy of the priests - Good humour of all parties - Recruiting for the emperor and the King -Consternation of the English at Havre - Meeting at the house of the consul, Mr. Stuart - A vinous harangue - Prompt embarkation of the British - Accommodations of a store-house - The Huissiers and the spring showers - Signs of the times.

On the abdication of the Emperor Napoleon, in the year 1814, my curiosity was greatly excited to view the alteration which different revolutions, a military government, and a long-protracted warfare, must necessarily have made in the manners, habits, and appearance of the French people. My ardent desire to see the Emperor himself had been defeated by his abdication, and no hope remained to me of ever enjoying that pleasure.

The royal family of France I had the honour of meeting often in society during the long visit with which they favoured the British nation; the last time was at Earl Moira’s, one of their most zealous friends. My curiosity on that score was therefore quite satisfied. I had also known many, and had formed a very decisive opinion as to most of their countrymen who had like themselves emigrated to England; nor has the experience acquired during my residence in France at all tended to alter the nature of that opinion. Some of these men have, I fear, the *worst memories *of any people existing! indeed, it should seem that since their return home, they must have drunk most plentifully of Lethe.

I was extremely desirous also to see the persons who had rendered themselves so conspicuous during the long and mighty struggle wherein the destinies of Europe were all at stake - the great heroes both of the field and cabinet; and therefore, upon the restoration of King Louis, I determined to visit Paris, the rather as my family were infected with the same curiosity as myself.

Accordingly we set out on our journey, taking Havre de Grace in our route to the metropolis. I was then in a very declining state of health, and consequently unnerved and incapable of much energy either mental or corporeal. On arriving at Havre, I was so captivated by the fine air and beautiful situation of the Coteau d’Ingouville, rising immediately over the town, that we determined to tarry there a few months and visit Paris in the spring, when my health and strength should be renovated; and never did any person recover both so rapidly as I did during the short period of my sojourn on that spot.

Doctor Sorerie, the first physician at Havre, told me that he divided the hill of Ingouville into three medical compartments “the summit,” said he, “never requires the aid of a physician, the middle portion only twice a year, the base always.” His fanciful estimate, he assured me, was a perfectly true one; and on the strength of that assurance I rented the beautiful cottage on the summit of the hill, called the *Pavilion Poulet, *now occupied, I believe, by the American consul. All around was new to me; of course I was the more observing; and the result of my observations was that I considered Havre, even in 1815, as being at least a hundred years behind England in everything.

Tea was only sold there as a species of medicine at the apothecaries’ shops, and articles of cotton manufacture were in general more than double the price of silk fabrics. The market was very good and very moderate, the hotels most execrable. But the most provoking of all things which I found at Havre was the rate of *exchange: *the utmost I could get for a one-pound Bank of England note was sixteen francs, or for an accepted banker’s bill sixteen francs and a half to the pound, about fourteen shillings for my twenty. This kind of thing, in profound peace, surprised me, and the more particularly as the Euglish *guinea *was at a premium, and the smooth English shilling at a *high *premium.

A visit paid to the Continent after so very long an exclusion really made one fed as if about to explore a kind of *terra incognita, *and gave everything a novel and perhaps over-important character to the traveller. In a country altogether strange ordinary occurrences often assume the dignity of adventures, and incidents which at home would scarcely have been noticed become invested on the sudden with an air of interest Our fellow-countrymen are too apt to undervalue everything which differs from their own established ways, either of acting or thinking. For this overbearing spirit they have been and are plentifully and justly quizzed by the natives of other countries. Yet they exhibit few signs of amendment. An Englishman seems to think it matter of course that he must be lord of the ascendant wherever he travels, and is sometimes reminded of his mistake in a manner anything but gentle. The impatience he constantly manifests of any foreign trait, whether of habit or character, is really quite amusing. If Sterne’s Maria had figured away at Manchester, or his Monk at Liverpool, both the one and the other would have been deemed fit objects either for a madhouse or house of correction: probably the girl would have been committed by his worship the mayor to Bedlam, and the old man to the treadmill. In fact, Yorick’s refined sentiment in France would be gross nonsense at Birmingham, and La Fleur’s letter to the corporal’s wife be considered as decided evidence of *crim. con. *by an alderman of Cripplegate.

As for myself, I have of late felt a sort of medium sensation. As men become stricken in years, a species of venerable insipidity insinuates itself amongst their feelings. A great proportion of mine had turned sour by long keeping, and I set out on my travels without one quarter of the good nature which I had possessed 30 years before. My palate was admirably disposed at the time to feast upon novelties, of which I had made up my mind to take a full meal, and thought I should be all the better prepared by a few months of salubrious air and rural tranquillity.

The interval, however, which I had thus devoted to quiet and thorough reinstatement of health upon the breezy and delightful Coteau d’Ingouville, and which I expected would flow on smoothly for some months, without the shadow of an adventure, or indeed anything calculated to interfere with my perfect composure, turned out to be one filled with the most extraordinary occurrences which have ever marked the history of Europe.

The sudden return of Napoleon from Elba, and the speedy flight of the French king and royal family from the Tuilleries, without a single effort being made to defend them, appeared to me at the time of all possible incidents the most extraordinary and the least expected. The important events which followed in rapid and perplexing succession afforded me scope for extensive observation, whereof I did not fail to take advantage. My opportunities were indeed great and peculiar; but few comparatively of my fellow-countrymen had as yet ventured into France: those who did avail themselves of the conclusion of peace in 1814 fled the country in dismay on the return of “the child and champion of Jacobinism,” whilst I, by staying there throughout his brief second reign, was enabled to ascertain facts known to very few in England, and hitherto not published by any.

At Havre it appeared clearly to me that Napoleon, during his absence, was anything but forgotten or disesteemed. The empress, when there, had become surprisingly popular amongst all classes of people, and the misfortunes of her husband had only served to render his memory more dear to his brother-soldiers, by whom he was evidently still regarded as their general and their prince. In truth, not only by the soldiers, but generally by the civic ranks, Louis, rather than Napoleon, was looked on as the usurper.

There were two regiments of the line at Havre, the officers of which made no great secret of their sentiments, whilst the men appeared to me inclined for anything but obedience to the Bourbon dynasty. The spirit which I could not help seeing in full activity here, it was rational to conclude, operated in other parts of the kingdom, and the justice of this inference was suddenly manifested by the course of events.

We were well acquainted with the colonel and superior officers of one of the regiments then in garrison. The colonel, a very fine soldier-like man, about 45, with the reputation of being a brave officer and an individual at once candid, liberal, and decided, was singularly frank in giving his. opinions on all public subjects. He made no attempt to conceal his indestructible attachment to Napoleon, and I should think (for his tendencies must necessarily have been reported to the Government) that he was continued in command only from a consciousness on their part that, if they removed him, they must at the same moment have disarmed and disbanded the regiment - a measure which the Bourbon family was then by no means strong enough to hazard.

On one occasion the colonel, in speaking to me whilst company was sitting around us, observed, with a sardonic smile, that his *master, *Louis, was not quite so firmly seated as his *émigrés *seemed to think. “The puissant allies,” continued he, sneering as he spoke, “may change a king, but (and his voice rose the while) they cannot change a people.”

Circumstances, in fact, daily conspired to prove to me that the army was still Napoleon’s. The surgeon of that same regiment was an Italian, accounted very clever in his profession, good-natured, intelligent, and obliging, but so careless of his dress that he was generally called by us the “dirty doctor.” This person was less anxious even than his comrades to conceal his sentiments of men and things, both politically and generally, never failing, whether in public or private, to declare his opinion and his attachment to “the exile.”

A great ball and supper was given by the prefects and other authorities of Havre in honour of *Louis le Désiré’s *restoration. The affair was very splendid. We were invited, and went accordingly. I there perceived our dirty doctor, dressed most gorgeously in military uniform, but *not that of his regiment *I asked him to what corps it appertained: he put his hand to his mouth, and whispered me, “C’est l’uniforme de mon coeur!” (“Tis the uniform of my heart!”) It was the dress uniform of Napoleon’s Old Guard, in which the doctor had served. The incident spoke a volume, and as to the sentiments of its wearer was decisive.

About six weeks after that incident two small parties of soldiers of the garrison passed repeatedly through the marketplace, on a market-day, with drawn swords, flourishing them in the air, and crying incessantly, “Vive Napoleon! vive l’Empereur!” but they did not manifest the slightest disposition towards riot or disturbance, and nobody appeared either to be surprised at or to mind them much. I was speaking to a French officer at the time, and he, like the rest of the spectators, shewed no wish to interfere with these men, or to prohibit the continuance of their exclamations, nor did he remark in any way upon the circumstance. I hence naturally enough inferred the state of public feeling, and the very slight hold which *Louis le Désiré *then had upon the crown of his ancestors.

A much more curious occurrence took place when a small detachment of Russian cavalry, which had remained in France from the termination of the campaign, were sent down to Havre, there to sell their horses and embark for their native country. The visit appeared to me to be a most unwelcome one to the inhabitants of the place, and still more so, as might be expected, to the military stationed there. The Russians were very fine-looking fellows, of large size, but with a want of flexibility in their limbs and motions, and were thence contrasted rather unfavourably with the alert French soldiery, who, in manoeuvring and rapid firing, must have a great advantage over the northern stiffness.

I had the pleasure of becoming acquainted at Havre with Mr. Wright, a very respectable gentlemen, and I believe, by affinity, a nephew of Mr. Windham. We had been in a cafe together, and were returning to our hotel about ten o’clock at night, when we saw a small assemblage of people collected at the church-door in the main street. There were some women amongst them, and they seemed earnestly employed on some business, which the total darkness of the night prevented us from seeing. There was in fact no light around save one glimmering lamp in the porch of the church-door, where the people appeared fairly knotted together. There was scarcely any noise made above a sort of buzz, or as it were rather a *suppression *of voices. Mr. Wright remained stationary whilst I went across the street to reconnoitre; and after a good deal of peeping over shoulders and under arms, I could perceive that the mob was in the act of deliberately cutting off the ears of two powerful-looking Russian soldiers, who were held so fast by many men that they had not the least capability of resistance. They seemed to bear the application of the blunt knives of their assailants with considerable fortitude, and the women were preparing to complete the *trimming *with scissors, but one glance was quite enough for me! I got away as quick as thought, and as the circumstance of Mr. Wright wearing mustaches might possibly cost him his ears, I advised him to get into a house as soon as possible. He took to his heels on the suggestion, and I was not slow in following. The next day I saw one of the Russians in the street with a guard to protect him, his head tied up with bloody cloths, and cutting altogether a most frightful figure. All the French seemed highly diverted, and shouted out their congratulations to the Russian, who, however, took no manner of notice of the compliment.

I believe the authorities did all they could in this affair to apprehend the trimmers, but unsuccessfully. Some individuals were, it is true, taken up on suspicion; but as soon as the Russians were embarked they were liberated. In *fact, *the local dignitaries knew that they were not as yet sufficiently strong to enforce punishment for *carving a *Russian.

I often received great entertainment from sounding many of the most respectable Frenchmen, whose acquaintance I made at Havre, with regard to their political tendencies; and the result as well of my queries as of my observations led me to perceive that there were not wanting numerous persons by whom the return of Bonaparte, sooner or later, was looked forward to as an occurrence by no means either violently improbable or undesirable.

Nevertheless, no very deep impression was made on my mind as to these matters, until one morning Lady Barrington, returning from Havre, brought me a small printed paper, announcing the emperor’s actual return from Elba, and that he was on his route for Paris. I believed the evidence of my eyesight on reading the paper; but I certainly did not believe its contents. I went off immediately to my landlord, Mr. Poulet, a great royalist, and his countenance explained circumstances sufficiently before I asked a single question. The sub-prefect soon left the town; but the intelligence was scarcely credited, and not at all to its full extent. I went into every cafe and public place, and through every street. In all directions I saw groups of people, anxious and busily engaged in converse. I was much amused by observing the various effects of the intelligence on persons of different opinions, and by contrasting the countenances of those who thronged the thoroughfares.

I did not myself give credence to the latter part of this intelligence - namely, that Bonaparte was on his way to Paris. I could not suppose that the king had found it impracticable to command the services of a single regiment; and it must be confessed that his majesty, a man of excellent sense, had, under all the circumstances, made a very bad use of his time in acquiring popularity, either civil or military. Notwithstanding the addition of *Désiré *to his Christian name (wherewith it had been graced by *Messieurs les émigrés), *it is self-evident that outward demonstrations alone had been conceded to him of respect and attachment. I never heard that nickname appropriated to him at Havre, by the by, except by the prefects and revenue officers.

The dismal faces of the Bourbonites, the grinning ones of the Bonapartists, and the puzzled countenances of the neutrals were mingled together in the oddest combinations: throughout the town everybody seemed to be talking at once, and the scene was undoubtedly of the strangest character, in all its varieties. Joy, grief, fear, courage, self-interest, love of peace, and love of battle-each had its votaries. Merchants, priests, *douaniers, *military officers, were strolling about, each apparently influenced by some distinctive grade of feeling: one sensation alone seemed common to all-that of astonishment.

The singularity of the scene every moment increased. On the day immediately ensuing fugitives from Paris, full of news of all descriptions, came in as quick as horses and cabriolets could bring hem. Bulletin after bulletin arrived - messenger after messenger! But all the dispatches in any shape official combined in making light of the matter. The intelligence communicated by private individuals, however, was very contradictory. One, for instance, stated positively that the army had declared *against *Napoleon; another that it had declared *for *him; a third that it had not declared at all! One said that Napoleon was surrounded. “Yes,” returned a bystander, “but it is by his friends!” Towards evening every group seemed to he quite busy making up their minds as to the news of the day, and the part they might think it advisable to take. As for the English, they were frightened out of their wits, and the women had no doubt that they should all be committed to jail before next morning.

I observed, however, that amidst all this hustle and mass of conflicting opinions scarce a single priest was visible: these cunning gentry had (to use a significant expression) determined, if possible, “not to play their cards till they were sure what was trumps.” On the preceding Sunday they had throughout the entire day been chanting benedictions on Louis le Désiré, and On St. Louis, his great-grandfather. But on the Sabbath which followed, if they chanted at all (as they were bound to do), they would necessarily run a great risk of chanting for the last time in their lives if they left out Napoleon; and inasmuch as they were unable to string together Louis le Désiré, Napoleon, and St Louis in one *benedicite, *a most distressing dilemma became inevitable amongst the clergy! Common sense, however, soon pointed out their safest course: a plea of *compulsion *operating on the meek resignation of their holy trade might serve as an excellent apology on the part of an ecclesiastical family in the presumption of Louis’s becoming victor; but in the emperor they had to deal with a different sort of person, as they well knew-with a man who would not be put off with unmeaning excuses, and in due homage to whom it would be dangerous to fail. Under all circumstances, therefore, they took up a line of conduct which I cannot but think was very wise and discreet, proceeding as it did upon the principle “of two evils choose the least.” Their loyalty was decided by their fears, which sufficed to stimulate the whole body of priests and curés at Havre, old and young, to uplift their voices with becoming enthusiasm in benediction of “Napoleon le Grand!” Indeed, they seemed to be of opinion that, having taken their ground, it would. be as well to appear in earnest; and never did they work harder than in chanting a Te *Deum laudamus *in honour of their old master’s return. To be serious, I believe they *durst *not have (lone otherwise; for I heard some of the military say very decidedly that if the priests played any tricks upon the occasion they would *hash *them!

The observation which surprised me most of all was, that though the two parties had declared themselves, and the *fleur-de-lis *and eagle were displayed in direct opposition to each other throughout the town - though the sub-prefect had run away, whilst the tricoloured flag was floating in one place and the white one in another - no *practical *animosity or ill blood whatsoever broke out amongst the respective partisans. The bustle somewhat resembled that of an English electioin, but had none of the violence or dissipation, and only half the noise, which circulate on those august occasions. On the contrary, civility was. maintained by every one: the soldiers were very properly kept in their barracks; and an Englishman could scarcely conceive so polite, peaceable, temperate, and cheerful a revolution - more particularly as neither party could tell on which side the *treason *would ultimately rest.

At length orders came from Napoleon at Lyons that the imperial army should be recruited; whilst, at the very moment this order arrived, some of the merchants and officers of the National Guards were actually beating up for the royal armament The drums of the respective partisans rattled away through every street, and the recruiters often passed each other with the utmost courtesy: not one man was seen in a state of intoxication on either side. Meanwhile there was no lack of recruits to range themselves under either standard; and it was most curious to observe that these men very frequently changed their opinions and their party before sunset! I think most recruits joined the king’s party: his sergeants had plenty of money, whilst Napoleon’s had none; and this was a most tempting distinction - far better than any abstract consideration of political benefit. Many of the recruits managed matters even better than the priests, for they took the king’s money in the morning, and the emperor’s cockade in the afternoon; so that they could not be accused on either side of *unqualified *partiality. The votaries of *le Désiré *and *le Grand *were indeed so jumbled and shuffled together (like a pack of cards when on the point of being dealt) that nobody could possibly decipher which had the best chance of succeeding.

The English alone cast a dark and gloomy shade over the gay scene that surrounded them: their lengthened visages, sunken eyes, and hanging features proclaiming their terror and despondency. Every one fancied he should be incarcerated for life if he could not escape before Napoleon arrived at Paris, which seemed extremely problematical; and I really think I never saw a set of men in better humour for suicide than my fellow-countrymen, who stalked like ghosts along the pier and seaside.

The British Consul, Mr. Stuart (a *litterateur *and a gentleman, but whose wine generally regulated his nerves, whilst his nerves governed his understanding), as good-natured a person as could possibly be - about a *couple of bottles *after dinner (for so he counted his time - a mode of Computation in which he certainly was as regular as clockwork), called a general meeting of all the British subjects in Havre, at his apartments; and after each had taken a bumper of Madeira to George the Third, he opened the business in as long and flowery an harangue, in English and Latin, as the grape of Midi and its derivative distillations could possibly dictate.

“My friends and countrymen,” said Mr. Stuart, “I have good *Consular *reasons for telling you all, that if Bonaparte gets into Paris he will order every mother’s babe of you - men, women, and children, et cetera - into gaol for 10 or 12 years at the least computation! and I therefore advise you all, *magnus, major, maximus, *to take yourselves off without any delay, great or small, and thereby *save your bacon *whilst you have the power of doing so. Don’t wait to take care of your property; *nulla bona *is better than *nulla libertas. *As for me, I am bound *ex-officio *to devote myself for my country! I will risk my life (and here he looked sentimental) to protect your property. I will remain behind!”

The conclusion of the consul’s speech was a signal for the simultaneous uplifting of many voices. “I’ll be off certainly!” exclaimed one terrified gentleman. “Every man for himself; God for us all, and the *devil take the hindmost!” *shouted another. “Do you mean to affront me, sir?” demanded the worthy self-devoted consul, starting from his seat. A regular uproar now ensued; but the thing was soon explained and tranquillity restored.

Two ships were now forthwith hired, at an enormous price, to carry the English out of the reach of Bonaparte. The wind blew a gale, but no hurricane could be so terrific as Napoleon. Their property was a serious consideration to my fellow-countrymen; however, there was no choice. They therefore packed up all their small valuables, and relinquished the residue to the protection of *Providence *and the consul.

In a short time all was ready, and as Mr Stuart had advised, men, women, children, and lap-dogs all rushed to the quay, whilst, in emulation of the orator at the consul’s, “the devil take the hindmost,” if not universally expressed, was universally the principle of action. Two children, in this most undignified sort of confusion, fell into the sea, but were picked up. The struggling, screeching, scrambling, &c., were at length completed, and in a shorter time than might be supposed the English population were duly shipped, and away they went under a hard gale. Dr. Johnson calls a ship a prison, with the chance of being drowned in it; and as if to prove the correctness of the doctor’s definition, before night was over one vessel was ashore, and the whole of its company just on the point of increasing the *population *of the British Channel.

Havre de Grace being thus emptied of the king of England’s subjects, who were “saving their bacon” at sea a violent hurricane, the consul began to take care of their property; but there being a thing called *loyer, *or *rent, *in France as well as in England, the *huissiers *(bailiffs) of the town saved the consul a great deal of trouble respecting his guardianship in divers instances. Nevertheless, so far as he could, he most faithfully performed his promise to the fugitives, for the reception of whose effects he rented a large storehouse, and so far all was wisely, courteously, and carefully managed, but not exactly recollecting that the parties did not possess the property as *tenants in common, *the worthy consul omitted to have *distinct inventories *taken of each person’s respective chattels, though, to avoid any risk of favouritism, he had all jumbled together; and such an heterogeneous medley was perhaps never seen elsewhere. Clothes, household furniture, kitchen utensils, books, linen, empty bottles, musical instruments, &c., strewed the floor of the storehouse in “most admired disorder.” All being safely stowed, locks, bolts, and bars were elaborately constructed to exclude such as might feel a disposition to picking and stealing; but, alas! the best intentions and the most cautious provisions are sometimes frustrated by accident or oversight In the present instance, in his extraordinary anxiety to secure the door, Mr. Stuart was perfectly heedless of the *roof *and in consequence, the intrusion of the rain, which often descended in torrents, effectually saved most of the proprietors the trouble of identifying their goods after the result of the glorious battle of Waterloo. Disputes also were endless as to the right and title of various claimants to various articles, and in the result the *huissiers *and the landlord of the storehouse were once more intruders upon the protected property

To return, Havre being completely evacuated by my countrymen, it now became necessary to strike out some line of proceeding for myself and family. Sir William Johnson, who was in the town, had participated in the general alarm, and had set off with his household for the Netherlands, advising me to do the same. I was afterwards informed that they all foundered in a dyke near Antwerp. I am ignorant whether or not there is any foundation for this story - I sincerely hope here is not. In the meantime, the transformation of things at Havre became complete, and perfect order quickly succeeded the temporary agitation. The tricoloured flag was again hoisted at the port, and all the painters of the town were busily employed in changing the royal signs into imperial ones. One auberge, *Louis le Désiré, *was changed into a *blue boar; *the *Duchesse d’Angouléme *became the *Virgin Mary; royal *was new-guilt into *imperial *once more at the lottery offices; *fleur de lys *were metamorphosed in a single day into beautiful *spread-eagles; *and *Duc de Berry, *who had hung creaking so peaceably on his post before the door of a hotel, became in a few hours *St. Peter *himself; with the keys of Heaven dangling from his little finger!

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