The French Government--one may say, every Government on the Continent in those days--had the special weakness of all bureaucracies; namely, that want of moral force which compels them to fall back at last on physical force, and transforms the ruler into a bully, and the soldier into a policeman and a gaoler.AGovernment of parvenus, uncertain of its own position, will be continually trying to assert itself to itself, by vexatious intermeddling and intruding pretensions; and then, when it meets with the resistance of free and rational spirits, will either recoil in awkward cowardice, or fly into a passion, and appeal to the halter and the sword.Such a Government can never take itself for granted, because it knows that it is not taken for granted by the people.It never can possess the quiet assurance, the courteous dignity, without swagger, yet without hesitation, which belongs to hereditary legislators; by which term is to be understood, not merely kings, not merely noblemen, but every citizen of a free nation, however democratic, who has received from his forefathers the right, the duty, and the example of self-government.
Such was the political and social state of the Ancien Regime, not only in France, but if we are to trust (as we must trust) M.de Tocqueville, in almost every nation in Europe, except Britain.
And as for its moral state.We must look for that--if we have need, which happily all have not--in its lighter literature.
I shall not trouble you with criticisms on French memoirs--of which those of Madame de Sevigne are on the whole, the most painful (as witness her comments on the Marquise de Brinvilliers's execution), because written by a woman better and more human than ordinary.Nor with "Menagiana," or other 'ana's--as vain and artificial as they are often foul; nor with novels and poems, long since deservedly forgotten.On the first perusal of this lighter literature, you will be charmed with the ease, grace, lightness with which everything is said.On the second, you will be somewhat cured of your admiration, as you perceive how little there is to say.The head proves to be nothing but a cunning mask, with no brains inside.