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M. Alexandre Dumas (for by the constitu- / reading, or become sullenly indifferent to tion of this Review we are not allowed to all: preferring to quit the ground alto. look to Mr. James at home, or other authors gether, as it cannot hope to keep up with whose productive powers are equally pro- the hunt: and retreating into drink, card. digious)-M. Dumas should be appointed playing, needlework, or some other occuour book-maker, with the full confidence pation for intellect and time. that he could provide us with more than But with a protest as to the length of the any other author could give : not with meat volumes, it is impossible to deny that they perhaps; the dishes so constructed being a will give the lover of light literature a few ihought unsubstantial and windy ; but.... hours amusiug reading : nay, as possibly however, a truce to this kitchen metaphor, the author will imagine, of instruction too. wbich only means to imply that it is a won. For here he is again, though less suc der how M. Dumas can produce books as cessfully than in his Crimes Célèbres, thu he does, and that he ought, for the sake of minute historian: and again, we are bound mankind, to attempt to be less prolific. If to say with perfect success, the pure dra. there were no other writers, or he himself matic romancist. He says he makes “pre. wrote no other books, it would be very paratory studies" before visiting a country well; but other writers there are ; he him which enable him therefore to go through i self has, no doubt, while these have been“ without a cicerone, without a guide, and crossing the channel, written scores of without a plan ;" (see how the book-maker volumes more, which, panting, we shall shows himself in this little sentence: any have some day or other to come up with one of the phrases would have answered, but Flesh and blood cannot bear this over M. Dumas must take three !) and would have pressure, as the reader will see by casting us to believe, like M. Victor Hugo, whose his eye over the calculation given in the tour over part of the same country we no. next sentence.

ticed six months back, that at each place he Here, for example (being at this instant comes to he is in a position to pour out his of writing the latest published of a series of vast stores of previously-accumulated knowsome twelve or thirteen goodly tomes of ledge, to illustrate the scene before his Impressions de voyage of the last couple eyes. of years), are three agreeable readable Other persons, however (especially envolumes: describing a journey which can be vious critics, who in the course of their most easily performed in a week, or at most professional labors may possibly take a nine days, and on which it is probable M. pompoiis advantage of the same cheap sort Dumas spent no more time. Three volumes of learning), know very well that there is for nine days is one hundred pages per such a book as the Biographie Universelle diem: one hundred and twenty volumes, in the world ; and that in all ancient cities thirty-six thousand five hundred pages per Nature has kindly implanted a certain .race annum. Thirty-six thousand five hundred of antiquarians, who remain as faithful to pages per annum would produce in the them as the moss and weeds that grow on course of a natural literary life, say of forty the old ramparts, and whose instinct it is years, pages one million four hundred and to chronicle the names and actions of all sixty thousand, volumes four thousand eight the great and small illustrious whom their hundred. How can mankind bear this? If native towns have produced. Book-makers Heaven awarded the same term of life to us, ought to thank Heaven daily for such, as we might certainly with leisure and perse the learned of old were instructed to thank verance get through a hundred pages a day, Heaven for sending dictionary-makers. one hundred and twenty volumes a year, What would imaginative writers do without and so on : nay, it would be possible to such men, who give them the facts which consume double that quantity of Dumas, they can embroider; the learning which and so finish bim off in twenty years. But they can appropriate ; the little quaint dates let us remember what books there are else and circumstances, which the great writer, in the world beides bis: what Paul de had he been compelled to hunt for them, Kocks and Souliés (Madame Schopenhauer must have sought in vast piles of folios, of Weimar is dead, that's one comfort)! written in Latin much too crabbed for his what double-sheeted Timeses to get through easy scholarship? In the midst of the rubevery morning! and then the duty we owe bish of centuries, in which it is the antias British citizens to the teeming quires of quarian's nature to grub, he lights every our own country! The mind staggers be- now and then upon a pretty fact or two-a fore all this vastness of books, and must needle in the midst of the huge bundle of either presently go mad with too much primeval straw. The great writer seizing the needle, polishes it, gilds it, puts a fine sham At Ghent he sleeps : Charles V., Napoleon jewel at the top, and wears it in his bosom again, the Béguinage, and some scandalous in a stately way. Let him do so, in Heaven's stories which the guides are in the habit of name, but at least let him be decently grate-telling to all travellers, as it would appear; ful, and say who was the discoverer of the for we have had in our own experience to treasure. When, for instance, Signor Vic. listen to the selfsame stories. At Bruges, tor Hugo roars out twenty pages of dates, M. Dumas passes a day, ndi tv pi es of declaring on his affidavit thai he gives tbem legends regarding Baldwin of Flanders find from memory, and tbat he himself was the an issue from his fluent pen. original compiler of the same; or the noble* His main object in going to Brussels was, Alexander Dumas, after a walk through he says, to see Waterloo, and as his chapsome Belgic or Rhenish town, guts the ter concerning that famous place is a very guide-book of the modest antiquary of the amusing one, we translate it entire. The place to make a flaming feuilleton thereof, first part relates picturesquely and bril. and has the assurance to call his robberies liantly the author's first and last view of “ des études préparatoires ;" we feel that Napoleon. he is following a course reprehensible in sol “My chief end in going to Brussels was a pil. great a writer, and must take leave accord.grimage to Waterloo, ingly and respectfully to reprehend him. 1° « For Waterloo is not only for me, as for all

But though we find our author so disin- Frenchmen, a great political date ; but it was also clined generally to state whence his inform- one of those recolcctions of youth which leave ation is gained, there is on the other hand upon the mind ever after so profound and powerful this excuse to be made for him : namely, an impression. I never saw Napoleon but twice: that the information is not in the least to be

the first time when he was going to Waterloo, the

second time when he quitted it. relied upon, the facts being distorted and

"The little town where I was born, and which caricatured according as the author's fu- my mother inhabited, is situated at twenty leagues rious imagination may lead him. History from Paris, upon one of the three roads leading to and the world are stages to him, and melo- Brussels. It was, then, one of the arteries which dramas or most bloody tragedies, the pieces gave a passage to that generous blood that was acted. We have seen this sufficiently even

about to flow at Waterloo.

" Already, for about three weeks, the town had in his better sort of books. Murders, mas.

worn the aspect of a camp. Every day at about sacres, coups de hache, grim humorous four, drum and trumpet sounded, and young and brayoes, pathetic executioners, and such old who could not weary of the spectacle, would like characters and incidents, are those he rush out of the town at the noise, and return again, always rejoices in. Arriving at Brussels, accompanying some splendid regiment of that old he walks, for the length of some threr

guard, which the world believed to be destroyed; pages, through the city. Returning home,

but which, at the call of its ancient chief, seemed

as it were to come forth from its icy tomb: appearthe guide-book and the biographical dic.

ing amongst us a glorious specire, with its old, tionary are at work. Fires, slaughters, worn, bear-skin caps, and its banners mutilated by famines, assassinations, crowd upon the the balls of Austerlitz and Marengo. Next day it page (relieved by a humorous interlude), would be a splendid regiment of chasseurs with and so in a twinkling fifty pages are com- their streaming colbacks, or some incomplete plete. At Antwerp he passes at the mu.

squadrons of the brilliant dragoons, whose rich seum-say an hour: the museum is very

uniforms have disappeared froin our army: too

magnificent, no doubt, for times of peace. On small, and any non-professional person will

another day we would hear the dull clatter of the probably find an hour's visit sufficient. I cannon as they passed, crouched on their carriage, After the museum he has “two good hours causing our houses to shake as they rattled on, before the departure on the railroad.” For and each, like the regiments to which they belonged, the first hour, we have Rubens, his life and bearing a name which presaged victory. There times: for the “two good hours," Napoleon

were troops of all kind, even down to a detachand his system, the port of Antwerp, the

ment of Mamelukes, the last feeble mutilated remonly promenade in the town, (the pic. of blood to the grand human hecatomb that was

nant of the consular guard, carrying each his drop turesque and stately old city in which every about to be offered up on the altar of our country. lofty street is a promenade !) the docks It was to the music of our national airs that all these and the names of frigates built there. All, warriors passed ; singing those old republican of course, learned by études préparatoires. songs which Bonaparte had stammered forth, but

which Napoleon had proscribed ; songs which can * M. Dumas, in this book, talks of his paternal

his paternal never die in our country, and which the emperor ccat of arms, and has, we are credibly informed, as

tolerated at length, knowing full well that he must sumed in some place the style and litles of Viscount Dumas. For M. Victor Hugo's display of learning,

address himself to the sympathies of all now, and the reader is referred to the 57th number of this that it was not the recollections of 1809, but of Review.

| 1792, which he inust recall. I was then but a

child, as I have said, for I was scarcely twelve galloping, each with six horses. They disapyears old; and I know not what impression that peared for an instant in a valley, then rose again sight, that music, those recollections may awaken at a quarter of a league's distance from us. Then in others; but I know that with me it was n de- we set off running towards the town, crying lirium. For a fortnight they could not get me L'Empereur ! l'Empereur ! back to school again, but I ran through street “We arrived breathless, and only preceding and high-road-I was like a madman !

the Emperor by some five hundred paces. I “Then, one morning-I think it was the 12th thought he would not stop, whatever might be of June-we read in the Moniteur,

the crowd awaiting him: and so made for the * i To-morrow, his Majesty the Emperor will post-house, when I sunk down half dead with the quit the capital to join the army. His Majesty running: but at any rate I was there. In a mowill take the route of Soissons, Laon, and ment, appeared turning the corner of a street, Avesne.'

the foaming horses; then the postilions all cov. “Napoleon then was to take the same route ered with ribbons; then the carriages themwith his army. Napoleon was to pass through selves; then the people following the carriages. our town: I was going to see Napoleon! | The carriages stopped at the post.

"Napoleon! It was a great name for me, and "I saw Napoleon ! one which represented ideas strangely differing. “He was dressed in a green coat, with little

“I had heard the name cursed by my father, epaulets, and wore the officer's cross of the Lean old republican soldier, who sent back the coai gion of Honor. I only saw his bust, framed in of arms the Emperor sent him, saying that he che square of the carriage window. had his family coat which appeared sufficient to “His head fell upon his chest—that famous him. And yet it was a noble shield to quarter medallic head of the old Roman Emperors. His with that of his father's; that which represented forehead fell forward ; his features, immovable, a pyramid, a palm-tree, and the heads of the were of the yellowish color of wax; only his three horses which my father had killed under eyes appeared to be alive. him at Mantua, with this device, at once firm "Next biin, on his left, was Prince Jerome, and conciliatory : Sans haine, sans crainte! a king without a kingdom, but a faithful brother.

“I had heard the name exalted by Murat, one He was at that period a fine young man of sixof the friends who remained faithful to my father and twenty or thirty years of age, his features during his disgrace: a soldier whom Napoleon regular and well formed, his beard black, his had made a general; a general whom he had hair elegantly arranged. He saluted in place of made a king, and who one fine day forgot all, his brother, whose vague glance seemed lost in though just at the time when he should have re- the future-perhaps in the past. membered it.

“Opposite the Emperor was Letort, his aideFinally, I had heard it judged with the im-de-camp, an ardent soldier, who seemed already partiality of history by my godfather, Brune, the to snuff the air of batile : he was smiling, too, philosophic soldier, who always fought, his the poor fellow, as if he had long days to live! Tacitus in his hand: ever ready to shed his “All this lasted for about a minute. Then blood for his country, whoever might be the the whip cracked, the horses neighed, and it all chief demanding it, Louis XVI., a Robespierre, disappeared like a vision. Barras, or Napoleon.

* Three days afterwards, towards evening, some "All this was boiling in my young brain, when people arrived from Saint Quentin : they said, that suddenly the rumor came among us, brought as they came away they had heard cannon. down by the official spcaking-trumpet.

“The morning of the 17th a courier arrived, who "Napoleon is about to pass.

scattered all along the road the news of the victory. “Now the Moniteur reached us on the thir “The 18th nothing. The 19th nothing: only teenth: it was the very day.

vague rumors were abroad, coming no one knew * There was no talk of making harangues, or whence. It was said that the Emperor was at raising triumphal arches in his honor. Napo- Brussels. leon was in a hurry. Napoleon quitted the pen "The 20th. Three men in rags, two wounded, for the sword, command for action. Napoleon and riding jaded horses all covered with foam, enpassed like the lightning, hoping to strike like tered the town, and were instantly surrounded by the thunderbolt.

the whole population, and pushed into the courtyard “ The Moniteur did not say at what hour Na-l of the town-house. poleon would pass; but very early all the town “These men hardly spoke French. They were, had gathered together at the end of the Rue de I believe, Westphalians, belonging somehow to our Paris. I for my part with other children of my army. To tell our questions they only shook their age, had gone forward as far as an eminence, heads sadly, and ended by confessing that they had urom which we could see the high-road for the quitted the field of battle of Waterloo at eight space of a league.

o'clock, and that the battle was lost when they “There we stayed from morning until three came away. o'clock.

“ It was the advanced guard of the fugitives. - At three o'clock we saw a courier coming. “We would not believe them. We said these He approached us very rapidly. Very soon hemen were Prussian spies. Napoleon could not be was up with us. 'Is the Emperor coming ? we beaten. That fine army which we had seen pass, cried to him. He stretched his hand out to the could not be destroyed. We wanted to put the horizon.

poor fellows into prison : so quickly had we forgotThere he is,' said he.

ten '13 and '14 to remember only the years which “In fact, we saw two carriages approaching, had gone before !

“ My mother ran to the fort, where she passed impossible that King Joachim could have the whole day, knowing it was there the news spent much time at Villers-Coteret arguing must arrive whatever it were. During this time I with Master Alexander with regard to the looked out in the maps for Waterloo, the name of

merits of the Emperor. Public business, which even I could not find; and began to think the place was imaginary as was the men's accoun:

and his absence on military duty in Ger. of the battle,

many, Spain, Russia, and in his kingdom of " At four o'clock more fugitives arrived, who Naples, must clearly have prevented Murat confirmed the news of the first comers. These from very intimate conversation with the were French, and could give all the details which little boy who was to become so famous a we asked for. They repeated what the others had dramatic author. With regard to Marshal said, only adding that Napoleon and his brother

Brune we cannot be so certain : let us give were killed. This we would not believe, Napoleon might not be invincible, unvulnerable he certainly our author full beneht of all the chances in was.

his favor. The rest of his evidence is no “ Fresh news more terrible and disastrous con- doubt true in the main, and is told, as the tinued to come in until 10 o'clock at night. reader we fancy will allow, with great live.

“At 10 o'clock at night, we heard the noise of a liness and an air of much truth. It is a pity carriage. It stopped, and the postmaster went out

sometimes, therefore, that a man should with a light. We folloved him, as he ran to the door to ask for news. Then he started a step

have a dramatic turn : for our impression back, and cried, It's the Emperor !

on reading this brilliant little episode re. “I got on a stone bench and looked over my mo- garding Napoleon, instead of being perfectther's shoulaer.

ly satisfactory, was to try and ascertain “ It was indeed Napoleon : scated in the same whether he had passed through Villerscorner, in the same uniform, his liead on his breast Coteret on his road to the army : then, as before. Perhaps it was bent a liule lower; bu

| whether he had returned by the same route, there was not a line in his countenance, not an altered feature, to mark what were the feelings of

cand at what time? And though-failing the great gambler, who had just staked and lost the in certain decisive proofs-We are happy to world. Jerome and Letort were not-with him now, leave M. Dumas in possession of the field to bow and smile in his place. Jerome was gather. (or road) on this occasion, it is not, we are ing together the remnants of the army, Letort had forced to say, without strong suspicion and been cut in two by a cannon-ball.

uncertainty. “ Napoleon lifted his head slowly, looked round from his anno,

From his account of Napoleon, let us turn as if rousing from a dream, then with his brief strident voice

to our author's description of Waterloo. ** What place is this?' he said.

“In three hours we had passed through the fine u • Villers-Coteret, sire.'

forest of Soignées, and arrived at Mont Saint«• How many leagues from Soissons ?'

Jean. Here the cicerones come :o attend you, 4. Six, sire.'

all saying that they were the guides of Jerome ** From Paris?'

Bonaparte. One of the guides is an Englishman «« Nineteen.'

patented by his government, and wearing a me"Tell the postboys to go quick :' and he once dal as a commissionnaire. If any Frenchman more flung himself back into the corner of his car

wish to see the field of battle the poor devil does riage, bis head fallirg on his chest.

not even offer himself, being habituated to re“ The horses carried him away as if they had ceive from them preity severe rebults. On the wings.

other hand he has all the practice of the "The world knows what had taken place be English. tween those two apparitions of Napoleon !

“We took the first guide that came to hand. “I had always said I would goand visit the place I had with me an excellent plan of the battle, with the unknown name, which I could not find on with notes by the Duke of Elchingen (who is the maps of Belgiuin on the 20th of June, 1815, at this moment crossing his paternal sabre with and which has since been inscribed on that of Eu- the yatagan of the Arabs), and asked at once to rope in characters of blood. The day after arriv- I be led to the monument of the Prince of Orange. ing at Brussels, then, I went to it.”

Had I walked a hundred steps farther, there

would have been no need of a guide, for it is the How much of this, one cannot fail to ask, first thing you see after crossing the farm of Mont with that unlucky knowledge of the author's Saint-Jean. character which a perusal of his works will dence occurs to us. In another volume of M. Duforce upon one, how much of this is true? mas, we find the following passage: It certainly is doubtful that Alexander Du:

"Iam the son,' said I," of General Alexander mas's father, the general who must have rentum, in violation of the laws of hospitality was

Dumas, the same who, being taken prisoner al Tabeen killed in Italy when his son was scarce poisoned it Brindisi with Mauscoort and Dolomieu. four or five years of age, should have dis. This happened at the same time that Caracciolo was coursed much to the lad regarding the

ne the hanged in the bay of Naples."

Caracciolo was hanged in the year 1799 ; General character of Bonaparte." It certainly is Dumas was poisoned in the same year; his son was

scarcely iwelve years old in 1815, and perfectly reSivce this was written a satisfactory piece of evi-, members how his father used to curse Napoleon!!

"We ascended the mountain which has been you will see on your right, in the midst of a little constructed by the hand of man upon the very wood, the l'arm of Hougoumont, which Napoleon spot where the Prince of Orange fell, struck in ordered Jerome not to abandon were he and all the shoulder while charging chivalrously, his bis troops to perish there. In face of us is the hat in his hand, at the head of his regiment. Il farm of Belle Alliance, from which Napoleon, is a sort of round pyramid, some hundred and having quitted the observatory at Monplaisir, fifty feet high, which you ascend by means of a watched the battle for two hours, calling on stair cut in the ground and supported by planks. Grouchy to give him his living battalions, as The earth of which the hill is formed was taken Augustus did on Varres, for his dead legions. from the soil over which it looks, and the aspect to the left is the ravine where Cambronne, when of the field of battle is in consequence somewhat called upon to surrender, replied, not with the changed; the ravine in this place poseessing an words La garde meurt (for in our rage to poetabruptness which it had not originally. On the ize every thing, we have attributed to him a summit of this pyramid is a colossal lion (the phrase which he never used), but with a single tail of which our soldiers on their return from expression of the barrack-room much more fierce Antwerp would, had they not been prevented, and energetic, though not perhaps so genteel. have cut off), which has one paw placed on a In fine, in front of all this line was the high road ball, and with its head turned to the east menaces to Brussels, and at the place where the road France. From this platform, round the lion's rises slightly, the spectator will distinguish the pedestal, you look upon the whole field of battle extreme point to which Napoleon advanced, from Braine L'Allend and the extreme point when seeing Blucher's Prussians (for whom reached by the division of Jerome Bonaparte, to Wellington was looking so eagerly) debouch the wood of Frichermont, whence Blucher and from the wood of Frichermont, he cried, Oh, his Prussjans issued; and from Waterloo, which here's Grouchy at last, and the battle's ours.' It has given its name to the battle no doubt because was bis last cry of hope: in another hour that of the rout of the English was stopped at that vil-Sauve qui peut sounded from all sides in his lage, to Quatre Bras where Wellington elept, ears. alter the defeat of Ligny, and the wood of Bossu “ Those who wish to examine in further detail where the Duke of Brunswick was killed. From this plain of so many bloody recollections, over this elevated point we awoke all the shadows. the ensemble of which we have just cast a glance, and noise and smoke, which have been extin: will descend the pyramid, and in the direction of guished for five-and-twenty years, and were pre- Braine L'Allend and Frichermont, will take the sent at the battle. Yonder, a little above La Neville road which conducts to Hougoumont. It Haye Sainte, and at a place where some farm will be found just as it was when, called away buildings have since been erected, Welling- by Napoleon at three o'clock, Jerome quitted it. ton stood a considerable part of the day, lean. It is battered by the twelve guns which General ing against a beech, which an Englishman Foy brought down to the prince. It looks as if afterwards bought for two hundred francs. At the work of ruin had been done but yesterday, the same time fell Sir Thomas Picton charg- for no one has repaired the ravages of the shot. ing at the head of a regiment. Near this Thus you will be shown the stone where Prince spot are the monuments of Gordon and the Ha- Jerome, conducted by the same guide whom he noverians; at the foot of the pyramid is the pla- had employed before, came to sit: another Mateau of Mont Saint-Jean, which would be about rius on the ruins of another Carthage. as high as the monuments which we have just "If the corn is down you may go across th: mentioned, were it not that for the space of about fields from Hougoumont to Monplaisir where Na. two acres around this spot, a layer of ten feet of polcon's observatory was, and from the observatory earth has been taken away in order to form the to the house of Lacosto, the Emperor's guide, to bill. It was on this point, on the possession of which, thrice in the course of the battle, Napoleon which depended the gain of the day, that for three returned from Belle Alliance. It was at a few hours the main struggle of the battle took place.yards from this house, and seated on a little emiHere took place the charge of the 1200 cuiras- nence commanding the field of baltle, that Naposiers and dragoons of Kellermann and Milhaud. leon received Jerome whom he had sent for, and Pursued by these from square to square, Wel- who joined him at three in the afternoon. The lington only owed his safety to the impassability prince sat down on the Emperor's left, and Marof his soldiers, who let themselves he poignarded shal Soult was on his right, and Ney was sent for, at their post, and sell to the number of 10,000 wlio soon joined them. Napoleon had by him a without yielding a step; whilst their general, bottle of Bordeaux wine, and a full glass which he tears in his eyes, and his watch in his hand, gather- put every now and then mechanically to his lips; ed fresh hope in calculating that it would require and when Jerome and Ney arrived he smiled (for two hours more of actual time to kill what re they were covered with dust and blood, and he mained of his men. Now in one hour he ex-loved to see his soldiers thus), and still keeping pected Blucher, in an hour and a half Night: bis eyes on the field sent for ihree glasses to Laa second auxiliary of whose aid he was certain, costo's house, one for Soult, one for Ney, and one should Grouchy prevent the first ally from com for Jerome. There were but two glasses left, howing to his aid. To conclude, yonder on the pla-ever, each of which the Emperor filled and gave teau, and touching the high-road, are the build- to a marshal, then he gave his own to Jerome. ings of La Haye Sainte, thrice taken and retaken “Then with that soft voice of his, which he by Ney, who had in these three attacks five knew so well how to use upon occasion, Ney, my horses killed under him..

| brave Ney,' said he, thouing him for the first time “Now, turning our regards towards France, I since his return from Elba, “thou wilt take the

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