a wandering life—“the tyrant is no more”—marriage of henriette—hamburg—berlin—antwerp—brussels—returns to france—terrible changes—shattered fortune—literary success—the empire—napoleon—mme. de genlis and her friends—death of mme. de montesson.

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it will not be possible in a biography so short as this, to give a detailed account of the wandering, adventurous life led by mme. de genlis after the severance of her connection with the orléans family.

she had now only her niece, henriette, with her, and they set out again upon their travels. m. de valence, after serving the revolutionists, had been proscribed by them, and was living in exile at utrecht. there, accordingly, they joined him, and set up a joint ménage, first there, afterwards at altona and at hamburg.

it was whilst mme. de genlis was in altona that she heard of the fall of robespierre and the deliverance of her daughter. she was then living in a boarding-house, or inn, kept by a certain mme. plock, where she spent a good deal of time; and about one o’clock one morning she was sitting up in her room, writing, when she suddenly heard a [450] violent knocking at her door, and the voice of m. de kercy, a peaceable friendly acquaintance of hers, whose room was close by, called out—

“open the door! open the door! i must embrace you.”

thinking he must have lost his senses she did nothing of the sort, and again he cried out—

“it is you who will embrace me! open the door! open the door!”

at length she did so, and m. de kercy, flinging himself upon her neck, exclaimed—

“the tyrant is no more! robespierre is dead!”

mme. de genlis some time afterwards married her niece, henriette de sercey, to a rich merchant in hamburg, after which she went to berlin, but where she was denounced to the king, accused, without truth, of receiving the abbé de sieyès, then in berlin, and ordered to leave the prussian territory.

then she went back to hamburg, where she found her niece happy and prosperous, and where lady edward fitzgerald, who was always devoted to her, came to pay her a visit, greatly to her delight.

next she went to holstein with m. de valence who left her in an old castle, with the owners of which she formed an intimate friendship, and after staying there some weeks she took rooms in a farm in the neighbourhood where she lived for a considerable time; she had with her then as companion a young girl called jenny, to whom she was much attached, and who nursed her devotedly through an illness.

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thus she wandered from place to place during the rest of her nine years of exile, generally under an assumed name; going now and then to berlin, after the king’s death, and to hamburg, which was full of emigrés, but where she met m. de talleyrand and others of her own friends. shunned and denounced by many, welcomed by others, she made many friends of different grades, from the brother and sister-in-law of the king of denmark to worthy mme. plock, where she lodged in altona, and the good farmer in holstein, in whose farmhouse she lived. the storms and troubles of her life did not subdue her spirits; she was always ready for a new friendship, enjoying society, but able to do without it; taking an interest in everything, walking about the country in all weathers, playing the harp, reading, teaching a little boy she had adopted and called casimir, and writing books by which she easily supported herself and increased her literary reputation.

it was in the year 1801 that she received permission to return to france.

taking leave of her friends, who implored her not to leave them, she started for brussels, accompanied by her niece henriette and pamela, who went part of the way with her. at antwerp she met her son-in-law, m. de lawoestine, who had been to visit her when she was living in holstein. with her two sons-in-law she was always on the most friendly and affectionate terms.

at brussels she found her nephew, césar ducrest, and, after nine years’ separation, was reunited to her daughter, who accompanied her to paris.

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mme. de valence, whatever may have been the follies of her youth, was a woman generally beloved for her kind, affectionate, generous disposition, she was devoted to her mother and children, and mme. de genlis in her joy at seeing her and france again, to say nothing of the other relations and friends whose affection made so large a part of her happiness, was consoled for the sorrows of her past life.

but her first impressions were very painful, notwithstanding her emotion when first she heard the people around her speaking french, saw the towers of notre dame, passed the barrière, and found herself again driving through the streets of paris.

it was all so terribly changed, she could hardly believe that this was indeed the paris of her youth, the ancient capital of a great monarchy, the centre of magnificence, elegance, and refinement. the churches were mostly closed, if not in ruins; the statues of the saints were replaced by those of infidel philosophers; the names of the streets were changed into others, often commemorating some odious individual or theory or deed of the revolution; as to the convents the very names of “jacobin,” “cordeliers,” and others were associated with horror and bloodshed. the words palais and h?tel having been forbidden by the terrorists, maison ci-devant conti, maison ci-devant bourbon, &c., were written upon the once splendid dwellings of those who were now murdered, wandering in exile or, like herself, just returning to their ruined homes, with shattered fortunes and sorrowful hearts. everywhere, on walls and buildings were inscribed [453] the mocking words liberté, égalité, fraternité, sometimes with the significant addition, ou la mort.

on the other hand things were much better than when, nine years ago she had driven out of paris to raincy on the eve of her long exile. the powerful arm of napoleon had swept away the most horrible government that has ever existed in civilised times or countries; people now could walk about in safety, and live without fear.

if religious processions, and splendid carriages with six or eight horses preceded by piqueurs, were no longer to be seen in the streets, neither were mobs of drunken, howling, bloodthirsty ruffians, who would have been made short work of by the great first consul who so firmly held the reins which had dropped from the feeble hands of louis xvi.

unscrupulous, heartless, remorseless, yet he was a saint and angel compared to the frantic, raving, blood-stained miscreants whom he had displaced, and whose work he was now occupied in undoing as fast as he could.

it required time and caution, even with him, in the disturbed state of the country; but already some of the churches were beginning to open; madame buonaparte held something extremely like a court at the tuileries, at which any of the returning emigrés who would go there were welcomed. and they were now returning in crowds, as fast as they could get themselves rayés. [133]

mlle. georgette ducrest, a cousin of mme. de genlis, had emigrated with her family, who were [454] protected by mme. de montesson and joséphine, and now applied for radiation.

m. ducrest accordingly went with the usual request to fouché, then minister of police, who replied—

“will you give me your certificate of residence? all the emigrants have them and prove to me every day that they have never left france.”

“i cannot do that, citoyen ministre, i have no papers to show you except an old passport under another name, which i bought for twelve francs at hamburg. i have been away from france eleven years.”

“what! you have no means of proving to me that you have been unjustly placed on the list?”

“mordieu! no.”

“well in that case i will have you rayé immediately for i am persuaded you have never left your country. all those who emigrated have given me so many proofs to the contrary that i am sure you are imposing upon me in an opposite sense, and that you never left paris. you will receive your radiation in two days.”

even the proscribed arms and liveries were beginning here and there to appear, and the leader in this revival was mme. de montesson.

far from being forced, as formerly, to keep in the background her marriage with the duke of orléans, it was for that very reason that she was high in the favour of the first consul and the more en évidence she made it, the better it was for her.

she did not bear the title, which indeed would not then have been permissible; but the well-known [455] arms and blue liveries of orléans re-appeared on her carriages and in her h?tel, the royal arms of orléans were embroidered on the fine saxon linen of her household, the gold plate and delicate sèvres china denounced by the terrorists was to be seen at the princely entertainments at her h?tel in the rue de provence, where everything was done with the stately magnificence of former days, and whither every one of the old and new society was eager to be presented.

the first consul had restored her fortune to her, and treated her with more deference than he showed to any other woman; she assumed royal prerogatives, never returning visits or rising to receive them, in fact she was considered and often called in society, the duchess dowager of orléans.

mme. de genlis went with m. de valence to see her two days after her return, and was coldly received, but their relations to each other quickly returned to their usual terms.

mme. de genlis had taken rooms close to the chaussé d’antin, and began to look after her affairs, which were in a most dilapidated state. nearly all the property she left at belle chasse had been confiscated, she could not get her jointure paid by the persons who had got hold of it, and though sillery had been inherited by mme. de valence, to whom she had given up all her own share in it, mme. de valence had let her spendthrift husband waste the fortune and afterwards sell the estate to a general who married one of his daughters, and who partly pulled down the chateau and spoiled the place.

she was therefore very badly off, though her [456] writings were always quite successful enough to provide for her, but she could not be happy without perpetually adopting children: even now she had not only casimir, who was always like a son to her, but an adopted daughter called stéphanie alyon, and another whom she sent back to germany.

for more than a year she did not dare to pass the palais royal or to cross the place louis xv., too many phantoms seemed to haunt and reproach her for the past.

but time and circumstances were obliterating crimes and injuries by the side of which her faults were as nothing. though it is satisfactory to think that numbers of the revolutionists received the punishment due to their deeds, there were others who for some reason or other managed not only to escape but to prosper; and with fouché in a place of power and authority, what, might one ask, had become of all ideas of justice and retribution?

mme. de genlis, finding paris too dear, moved to versailles where she lived for a time, during which she had the grief of losing her nephew, césar ducrest, a promising young officer, who was killed by an accident.

she grew tired of versailles, and returned to paris, where the first consul gave her an apartment at the arsenal and a pension.

a new era of prosperity, though of quite a different kind from the luxury, excitement, and splendour of her earlier life, now began for mme. de genlis. she opened a salon which was soon the resort of most of the interesting and influential people of the day. in the society of the consulate and empire [457] her early opinions and proceedings were not thought about, and her literary reputation was now great; and besides countless new acquaintances many of her old friends were delighted to welcome her again.

with talleyrand she had always been on friendly terms.

napoleon had insisted upon his marrying mme. grandt, his mistress, who had always received his guests during the loose society lately prevalent: people said that since he had done so, his salon was not nearly so amusing. she was a pretty but extremely stupid person, always making some mistake. on one occasion the celebrated traveller, m. denon, was going to dine with them, and talleyrand told her to be sure to talk to him about his travels, adding—

“you will find his book on the third shelf in the library; look it over.”

mme. de talleyrand went to look for the book, but had by this time forgotten the title. turning over several she came upon “robinson crusoe,” thought that must be it, and read it eagerly; in consequence of which, during dinner, she began to ask him about his shipwreck and the desert island, and to inquire after the faithful friday.

m. denon, who could not imagine what she meant, looked at her in astonishment, only saying—

“madame?”—when talleyrand heard and interposed.

like all the other emigrées mme. de genlis was horrified at the strange manners and customs of the new society, largely composed of vulgar, uneducated [458] persons, often enormously rich, exceedingly pretentious, and with no idea how to conduct themselves.

many of them occupied the old h?tels of the ruined families of the ancien régime, in which their rough voices, strange language, manners and appearance contrasted as much with those of the former owners, as the new furniture, all gilding, costly stuffs and objects mixed incongruously together, did with the harmonious tapestries, ancient heirlooms, and family portraits which they replaced.

in the streets people recognised their own carriages turned into hackney coaches; the shops were full of their things; books with their arms, china, furniture, portraits of their relations, who had perhaps perished on the scaffold. walking along the boulevard one day soon after her return to paris she stopped at a shop, and on leaving her address, the lad who was serving her exclaimed—

“eh! you are at home then!”

it was the h?tel de genlis, which for fifteen years had been the residence of her brother-in-law. she did not recognise it, as all the ground floor was divided and turned into shops!

another day she received the visit of a woman who got out of a carriage the door of which was opened and shut by a negro dwarf, and who was announced as mme. de biras.

her dress was a caricature of the latest fashion, her manner was impertinently familiar. she first made a silly exclamation at being addressed as “madame” instead of “citoyenne,” then she turned [459] over the books on the table and when at length mme. de genlis politely explained that being very busy she could not have the honour of detaining her, the strange visitor explained the object of her visit.

her husband was a miller, who had, apparently by his manipulation of contracts given him for the army and by various corrupt practices, made an enormous fortune. he and his wife wished to enter society, but not having any idea what to do or how to behave, they wanted mme. de genlis to live with them as chaperon and teach them the usages of the world, offering her 12,000 francs salary and assuring her that she would be very happy with them as they had a splendid h?tel in the rue st. dominique, and had just bought an estate and chateau in burgundy. she added that m. de biras knew mme. de genlis, as he had lived on her father’s lands. he was their miller! [134]

it was no wonder that napoleon was anxious to get his court and society civilised, and the person to whom he chiefly turned for help and counsel in this matter was mme. de montesson, who knew all about the usages of great society and court etiquette.

neither napoleon nor any of his family had at all the manners and customs suitable to the position in which he had placed them, and he was quite aware of the fact. his mother, as he said, could speak neither french nor italian properly, but only a kind of corsican patois, which he was ashamed to hear. he did everything he could to win over the emigrés and those of the old noblesse who had remained [460] in france; his great wish was to mingle the new noblesse he soon began to create with the faubourg st. germain, and his great disappointment and anger was excited by the non-success of his attempts. from the time he rose to supreme power he contemplated a court and a noblesse for the country and a crown for himself. and that a court formed out of the materials supplied by his generals and their families would be ridiculous he knew, and meant to avoid.

“above everything in france ridicule is to be avoided,” he had remarked.

therefore he encouraged and promoted the marriages of his officers with the penniless daughters of the old families; therefore he sent the only sister who was young enough to the school of mme. campan, formerly femme de chambre to marie antoinette, and gave that clever, astute woman his support and approbation.

for the same reason he had, at the beginning of his career, married joséphine, vicomtesse de beauharnais; it was true, as he afterwards declared that he loved her better than he ever loved any woman; but all the same he had decided that his wife must be of good blood, good manners, and good society; and although joséphine was by no means a grande dame, she was in a much better position than himself; and her children’s name, her social connections, her well-bred son and daughter, the charming manners and savoir faire of all three were then and for long afterwards both useful and agreeable to him.

always eager to marry his officers, he was often very peremptory about it.

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at the time of the expedition to st. domingo he desired to send leclerc, the husband of his second sister, pauline. leclerc hesitated, then said he should be glad to go, but he had a tie which bound him to france.

“paulette?” said napoleon. “but she will follow you. i approve of her doing so; the air of paris does not agree with her, it is only fit for coquettes, a character unbecoming her. she must accompany you, that is understood.”

it was not paulette, explained leclerc, he would be distressed to leave her, but she would be safe and surrounded by her family. it was his young sister, now at school at mme. campan’s, whom he could not leave unprotected, perhaps for ever. “i ask you, general, how can i?”

“of course,” replied napoleon, “but you should find a marriage for her at once; to-morrow; and then go.”

“but i have no fortune, and——”

“what of that? cannot you depend upon me? i desire you to make immediate preparations for your sister’s marriage to-morrow. i cannot say yet to whom, but she shall be married, and well married.”

“but——”

“have i not spoken plainly? say no more about it.”

leclerc withdrew, and a few minutes afterwards davoust came in to announce his intended marriage.

“with mlle. leclerc? i think it a very suitable match.”

“no, general, with mme. ——”

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“with mlle. leclerc! i not only find the marriage suitable, i insist on its taking place immediately!”

“i have long loved mme. ——, she is now free; nothing shall make me give her up.”

“nothing but my will!” said napoleon sternly. “you will go at once to mme. campan’s school at saint-germain; on your arrival you will ask for your intended bride, to whom you will be presented by her brother, general leclerc, who is now with my wife, and will accompany you.

“mlle. aimée shall come to paris to-night. order the wedding presents, which must be most costly, as i am to act as the young lady’s father on the occasion. i shall provide the dot and wedding-dress, and the wedding will take place as soon as the legal formalities can be arranged. you now know my wishes, and have only to obey them.”

he rang the bell, and sent for leclerc.

“well! was i wrong? here is your sister’s husband. go together to saint-germain, and don’t let me see either of you until everything is arranged. i hate all talk of money affairs.”

mute with astonishment they obeyed, and went to saint-germain, where davoust was presented to mlle. leclerc, whom he did not like at all. the marriage took place a few days afterwards.

it was a change indeed from louis xvi. every one trembled before napoleon except his brother lucien; and perhaps his mother, who, however, never had the slightest influence over him. he required absolute submission; but if not in opposition to his will, he liked a high spirit and ready answer [463] in a young man, or woman either, and detested weakness, cowardice, and indecision.

when he offered posts in the army to two brothers, who belonged to the old noblesse, and they refused, preferring to accept places at court, he exclaimed angrily—

“i have been deceived! it is impossible that those gentlemen can be descended from the brave c——”

another time a certain m. de comminges, who had been with him at the école militaire, in reply to his question—

“what have you been doing during the revolution? have you served?”

“no, sire.”

“then you followed the bourbons into exile?”

“oh! no, sire! i stayed at home and cultivated my little estate.”

“the more fool you, monsieur! in these times of trouble every one ought to give his personal service one way or the other. what do you want now?”

“sire, a modest post in the octroi of my little town would——”

“very well, you shall have it; and stay there! is it possible that i have been the comrade of such a man?”

for the revolution, the royalists themselves could scarcely have entertained a deeper hatred and contempt. he would speak with disgust of its early scenes, of the weakness of the authorities, which he despised, and of the mob, which he abominated.

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young and unknown, he had been present with bourrienne on the 20th june, and seen the raving, frantic mob rushing upon the tuileries. he followed with bourrienne in a transport of indignation, and saw with contempt louis xvi. at the window with a red cap on. he exclaimed—

“how could they let that canaille pass in! they should sweep away four or five hundred with cannon; the rest would run.”

he was then twenty-three.

mme. de genlis never went to the imperial court, but led a quiet literary life; quiet, that is to say, so far as the word can be applied to one whose salon was the resort of such numbers of people.

most of the imperial family used to go to her, but her chief friend among them was julie, queen of spain, wife of joseph buonaparte, napoleon’s eldest brother. she was also very fond of julie’s sister, désirée, wife of marshal bernadotte, afterwards queen of sweden. for bernadotte she had the greatest admiration, saying that his appearance and manners were those of the old court.

the princess de chimay, once mme. tallien, was also received by her with gratitude and friendship; she never forgot that she had saved the life of mme. de valence, and in fact put an end to the terror. [135]

mme. le brun, speaking of mme. de genlis, says, “her slightest conversation had a charm of which [465] it is difficult to give an idea.... when she had discoursed for half an hour everybody, friends and enemies, were enchanted with her brilliant conversation.”

mme. de montesson died in february, 1806, leaving the whole of her fortune to m. de valence, except one or two trifling legacies and 20,000 francs to mme. de genlis, and, as her brother was then not well off, mme. de genlis added her 20,000 francs to his.