July-Dec., 1742. Another small fact, still more memorable at present, is, That Voltaire now made him a Third Visit-privately, on Fleury's instance, as is evident this time, of which Voltaire Visit readers shall know duly by-and-by, what little is knowable. But, alas! there is first an immense arrear of War-matters to bring up, to which, still more than to Voltaire, the afflicted reader must address himself, if he would understand at all what Friedrich's Environment or circumambient Life-element now was, and how Friedrich, well or ill, comported himself in the same. Brevity, this Editor knows, is extremely desirable, and that the scissors should be merciless on those sad Paper-Heaps, intolerable to the modern mind; but, unless the modern mind chanced to prefer ease and darkness, what can an Editor do! CHAPTER II. AUSTRIAN AFFAIRS ARE ON THE MOUNTING HAND. AUSTRIAN affairs are not now in their nadir-point; a long while now since they passed that. Austria, to all appearance dead, started up, and began to strike for herself, with some success, the instant Walpole's soup-royal (that first £200,000, followed since by abundance more) got to her lips-touched her poor pale lips, and went tingling through her like life and fiery elasticity out of death by inanition! Cardinal moment, which History knows, but can never date, except vaguely, some time in 1741, among the last acts of judicious Walpole. Austria, thanks to its own Khevenhüllers and its English guineas, was already rising in various quarters; and now, when the Prussian Affair is settled, Austria springs up every where like an elastic body with the pressure taken from it; mounts steadily, month after month, in practical success, and in height of humor in a still higher ratio; and in the course of the next Two Years, rises to a great height indeed. Here-snatched, who knows with what difficulty, from that shoreless, bottomless slough of an Austrian-Succession War, deservedly forgotten, and avoided by extant mankind—are some of the more essential phenomena which Friedrich had to witness in those months-to July-Dec., 1742. witness, to scan with such intense interest-rightly, at his peril; and to interpret as actual "Omens" for him, as monitions of a most indisputable nature! No Haruspex, I suppose, with or without "white beard, and long staff for cutting the Heavenly Vault into compartments from the zenith downward," could, in Etruria or elsewhere, "watch the flight of birds, now into this compartment, now into that," with stricter scrutiny than, on the new terms, did this young King from his Potsdam Observatory. War-Phenomena in the Western Parts: King George tries a Second Time to draw his Sword; tugs at it violently for Seven Months (February-October, 1742). "The first phenomenon, cheering to Austria, is that of the Britannic Majesty again clutching sword, with evident intent to draw it on her behalf1 Besides his potent soup-royal of Half-Millions annually, the Britannic Majesty has a considerable sword, say 40,000, of British and of subsidized-sword which costs him a great deal of money to keep by his side, and a great deal of clamor and insolent gibing from the Gazetteer species because he is forced to keep it strictly in the scabbard hitherto. This Year, we observe, he has determined again to draw it in the Cause of Human Liberty, whatever follow. From early Spring there were symptoms; Camps on Lexden and other Heaths, much reviewing in Hyde-Park and elsewhere; from all corners a universal marching toward the Kent Coast, the aspects being favorable. 'We can besiege Dunkirk, at any rate, can not we, your High Mightinesses? Dunkirk, which, by all the Treaties in existence, ought to need no besieging, but which, in spite of treatyings innumerable, always does?" The High Mightinesses answer nothing articulate, languidly grumble something in optative tone-' meaning assent,' thinks the sanguine mind. Dutch hoistable, after all!' thinks he: 'Dutch will co-operate if they saw example set!' And in England the work of embarking actually begins. "Britannic Majesty's purpose, and even fixed resolve to this effect, had preceded the Prussian-Austrian Settlement. May 20th,2 Two regiments of Foot,' first poor installment of British Troops, had actually landed at Ostend; news of the Battle of Chotusitz, much more, of the Austrian-Prussian Settlement, or Peace of Breslau, would meet them there. But after that latter auspicious event things start into quick and double-quick time, and the Gazetteers get vocal, almost lyrical: About "9th" by the Old Newspapers; but we always translate their O. S. July-Dec., 1742. Howard's regiment, Ponsonby's regiment, all manner of regiments, off to Flanders for a stroke of work; how 'Ligonier's Dragoons' (a set of wild swearing fellows, whom Guildford is happy to be quit of) ‘rode through Bromley with their kettle-drums going, and are this day at Gravesend to take ship;"" or, to give one other more specific example : "Yesterday" (3d July, 1742), "General Campbell's Regiment of Scotch Greys arrived in the Borough of Southwark on their march to Dover, where they are to embark for Flanders. They are fine, hardy fellows, that want no seasoning, and make an appearance agreeable to all but the innkeepers"-who have such billeting to do of late.3 Grey Dragoons," or Royal Scots-Greys, is the title of this fine Regiment; and their Colonel is Lieutenant-General John Campbell, afterward Duke of Argyle (fourth Duke), Cousin of the great second Duke of Argyle that now is. Visibly billeting there, in Southwark, with such intentions; and, by accident, this Editor knows Twenty of these fine fellows! —twenty or so, who had gone in one batch as Greys-sons of good Annandale yeomen, otherwise without a career open-some Two of whom did get back, and lived to be old men; the rumor of whom, and of their unheard-of adventures, was still lingering in the air when this Editor began existence. Pardon, O reader! But, all through those hot days, it is a universal drumming, kettledrumming, coastward; preparation of transports at Gravesend at the top of one's velocity. All the coopers in London are in requisition for water-casks, so that our very brewers have to pause astonished for want of tubs.' There is pumping-in of water day and night, Sunday not excepted, then throwing of it out again (owing to new circumstances): "250 saddle-horses, and 100 sumpter ditto, for his Majesty's own use: these need a deal of water, never to speak of Ligonier and The Greys. For the honor of our Country, his Majesty will make a grander appearance this Campaign than any of his Predecessors ever did; and as to the magnificence of his equipage,' besides the 350 quadrupeds, ‘there are above 100 rich portmanteaus getting ready with all expedition. The Fat Boy too" (Royal Highness Duke of Cumberland, one should say) “is to go; a most brave-hearted, flaxen-florid, plump young creature; hopeful Son of Mars, could he once get experience, which, alaş! he never could, though trying it for five-and-twenty years to come, under huge expense to this Nation! There are to be 16,000 troops, perhaps more; 1000 sand-bags' (empty as yet); demolition of Dunkirk the thing aimed at." If only the Dutch prove hoistable! 3 Daily Post, June 23d (O.S.), 1742. + Douglas, Scotch Peerage (Edinburgh, 1764), p. 44. July-Dec., 1742. "And so, from May on to September, it noisily proceeds, at multiplex rates, and often with more haste than speed; and in such five months (seven strictly counted) of clangorous movement and dead-lift exertion, there were veritably got across, of Horse and Foot, with their equipments, the surprising number of' 16,334 men." May 20th it began— that is, the embarking began; the noise and babble about it, which have been incessant ever since, had begun in February before; and on September 26th, Ostend, now almost weary of huzzaing over British glory by installment, had the joy of seeing our final portions of Artillery arrive: Such a Park of Siege-and-Field Artillery," exults the Gazetteer, as"-as these poor creatures never dreamt of before. 'Magnanimous Lord Stair, already Plenipotentiary to the Dutch, is to be King's General-in-Chief of this fine Enterprise; Carteret, another Lord of some real brilliancy, and perhaps of still weightier metal, is head of the Cabinet; hearty, both of them, for these Anti-French intentions; and the Public can not but think, Surely something will come of it this time, more especially now that Maillebois, about the middle of August, by a strange turn of fortune, is swept out of the way. Maillebois, lying over in Westphalia with his 30 or 40,000, on Check to your King this year past, had, on sight of these Anti-Dunkirk movements, been ordered to look Dunkirk way, and at length to move thitherward, for protection of Dunkirk; so that Stair, before his Dunkirk business, will have to fight Maillebois, which Stair doubts not may be satisfactorily done. But behold, in August and earlier, come marvelous news from the Prag quarter, tragical to France; and Maillebois is off, at his best speed, in the reverse direction, on a far other errand," of which readers shall soon hear enough. "Dunkirk, therefore, is now open. With 16,000 British troops, Hanoverians to the like number, and Hessians 6000, together near 40,000, not to speak of Dutch at all, surely one might manage Dunkirk, if not something still better? It is after Maillebois's departure that these dreadful exertions, coopering of water-casks, pumping all Sunday, go on at Gravesend: 'Swift, O be swift, while time is!' And Generalissimo - Plenipotentiary Stair, who has run over beforehand, is ardent enough upon the Dutch; his eloquence fiery and incessant: Magnanimous High Mightinesses, was there, will there again be, such a chance? The Cause of Human Liberty may be secured forever! Dunkirk-or what is Dunkirk even? Between us and Paris, there is nothing, now that Maillebois is off on such an errand! Why should not we play Marlborough again, and teach them a little what Invasion means? It is ourselves alone that can hinder it! Now, I say, or never!" • Adelung, iii., a, 201. July-Dec., 1742. “Stair was a pupil of Marlborough's; is otherwise a shining kind of man, and has immense things in his eye at this time. They say, what is not unlikely, he proposed an Interview with Friedrich now at Aachen; would come privately, to ‘take the waters' for a day or two, while Maillebois was on his new errand, and such a crisis had risen. But Friedrich, anxious to be neutral and give no offense, politely waived such honor. Lord Stair was thought to be something of a General in fact as well as in costume, and perhaps he was so; and, had there been a proper Countess of Stair, or new Sarah Jennings, to cover gently, by art magic, the Britannic Majesty and Fat Boy under a tub, and to put Britain, and British Parliament and resources, into Stair's hand for a few years, who knows what Stair too might have done! A Marlborough in the War Arts-perhaps still less in the Peace ones, if we knew the great Marlborough-he could not have been. But there is in him a recognizable flash of magnanimity, of heroic enterprise and purpose, which is highly peculiar in that sordid element. And it can be said of him, as of lightning striking ineffectual on the Bog of Allen or the Stygian Fens, that his strength was never tried." For the upshot of him we will wait-not very long. These are fine prospects, if only the Dutch prove hoistable. But these are as nothing to what is passing, and has passed, in the Eastern Parts, in the Bohemian-Bavarian quarter, since we were there. Poor Kaiser Karl, what an outlook for him! His own real Bavaria, not to mention his imaginary "Upper Austria” and “Conquests on the Donau," after that Ségur Adventure, is plunging headlong. As to his once "Kingdom of Bohemia,” it has already plunged; nay, the Army of the Oriflamme is itself near plunging, in spite of that Pharsalia of a Sahay! Bavaria itself, we say, is mostly gone to Khevenhüller; Ségur with his French on march homeward, and nothing but Bavarians left. The Belleisle-Broglio grand Budweis-Expedition is gone totally heels over head; Belleisle and Broglio are getting, step by step, shut up in Prag and besieged there; while MailleboisLet us try whether, by snatching out here a fragment and there a fragment, with chronological and other appliances, it be not possible to give readers some conceivable notion of what Friedrich was now looking at with such interest! |