PRELIMINARY NOTICE
The
book I now publish is not a history of the French Revolution; that
history has been written with too much success for me to attempt to
write it again. This volume is a study on the Revolution.
The
French people made, in 1789, the greatest effort which was ever
attempted by any nation to cut, so to speak, their destiny in
halves,
and to separate by an abyss that which they had heretofore been
from
that which they sought to become hereafter. For this purpose they
took all sorts of precautions to carry nothing of their past with
them into their new condition; they submitted to every species of
constraint in order to fashion themselves otherwise than their
fathers were; they neglected nothing which could efface their
identity.
I
have always thought that they had succeeded in this singular
attempt
much less than was supposed abroad, and less than they had at first
supposed themselves. I was convinced that they had unconsciously
retained from the former state of society most of the sentiments,
the
habits, and even the opinions, by means of which they had effected
the destruction of that state of things; and that, without
intending
it, they had used its remains to rebuild the edifice of modern
society, insomuch that, fully to understand the Revolution and its
work, we must forget for an instant that France which we see before
us, and examine in her sepulchre that France which is no more. This
is what I have endeavoured to do; but I have had more difficulty
than
I could have supposed in accomplishing this task.
The
first ages of the French Monarchy, the Middle Ages, and the Revival
of Letters have each given rise to vast researches and profound
disquisitions which have revealed to us not only the events of
those
periods of history, but the laws, the customs, and the spirit of
the
Government and the nation in those eras. But no one has yet taken
the
trouble to investigate the eighteenth century in the same manner
and
with the same minuteness. We suppose that we are thoroughly
conversant with the French society of that date, because we clearly
distinguish whatever glittered on its surface; we possess in detail
the lives of the most eminent persons of that day, and the
ingenuity
or the eloquence of criticism has familiarised us with the
compositions of the great writers who adorned it. But as for the
manner in which public affairs were carried on, the practical
working
of institutions, the exact relation in which the different classes
of
society stood to each other, the condition and the feelings of
those
classes which were as yet neither seen nor heard beneath the
prevailing opinions and manners of the country,—all our ideas are
confused and often inaccurate.
I
have undertaken to reach the core of this state of society under
the
old monarchy of France, which is still so near us in the lapse of
years, but concealed from us by the Revolution.
For
this purpose I have not only read over again the celebrated books
which the eighteenth century produced, I have also studied a
multitude of works less known and less worthy to be known, but
which,
from the negligence of their composition, disclose, perhaps, even
better than more finished productions, the real instincts of the
time. I have applied myself to investigate thoroughly all the
public
documents by which the French may, at the approach of the
Revolution,
have shown their opinions and their tastes. The regular reports of
the meetings of the States, and subsequently of the Provincial
Assemblies, have supplied me with a large quantity of evidence. I
have especially made great use of the Instructions drawn up by the
Three Orders in 1789. These Instructions, which form in the
original
a long series of manuscript volumes, will remain as the testament
of
the old society of France, the supreme record of its wishes, the
authentic declaration of its last intentions. Such a document is
unique in history. Yet this alone has not satisfied me.
In
countries in which the Administrative Government is already
powerful,
there are few opinions, desires, or sorrows—there are few interests
or passions—which are not sooner or later stripped bare before it.
In the archives of such a Government, not only an exact notion of
its
procedure may be acquired, but the whole country is exhibited. Any
stranger who should have access to all the confidential
correspondence of the Home Department and the Prefectures of France
would soon know more about the French than they know themselves. In
the eighteenth century the administration of the country, as will
be
seen from this book, was highly centralised, very powerful,
prodigiously active. It was incessantly aiding, preventing,
permitting. It had much to promise—much to give. Its influence was
already felt in a thousand ways, not only on the general conduct of
affairs, but on the condition of families and the private life of
every individual. Moreover, as this administration was without
publicity, men were not afraid to lay bare before its eyes even
their
most secret infirmities. I have spent a great deal of time in
studying what remains of its proceedings, both at Paris and in
several provinces.
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There,
as I expected, I have found the whole structure of the old monarchy
still in existence, with its opinions, its passions, its
prejudices,
and its usages. There every man spoke his mind and disclosed his
innermost thoughts. I have thus succeeded in acquiring information
on
the former state of society, which those who lived in it did not
possess, for I had before me that which had never been exposed to
them.
As
I advanced in these researches I was surprised perpetually to find
again in the France of that time many of the characteristic
features
of the France of our own. I met with a multitude of feelings which
I
had supposed to be the offspring of the Revolution—a multitude of
ideas which I had believed to originate there—a multitude of habits
which are attributed to the Revolution alone. Everywhere I found
the
roots of the existing state of French society deeply imbedded in
the
old soil. The nearer I came to 1789, the more distinctly I
discerned
the spirit which had presided over the formation, the birth, and
the
growth of the Revolution; I gradually saw the whole aspect of the
Revolution uncovered before me; already it announced its
temperament—its genius—itself. There, too, I found not only the
reason of what it was about to perform in its first effort, but
still
more, perhaps, an intimation of what it was eventually to leave
behind it. For the French Revolution has had two totally distinct
phases: the first, during which the French seemed eager to abolish
everything in the past; the second, when they sought to resume a
portion of what they had relinquished. Many of the laws and
political
practices of the old monarchy thus suddenly disappeared in 1789,
but
they occur again some years later, as some rivers are lost in the
earth to burst forth again lower down, and bear the same waters to
other shores.
The
peculiar object of the work I now submit to the public is to
explain
why this great Revolution, which was in preparation at the same
time
over almost the whole continent of Europe, broke out in France
sooner
than elsewhere; why it sprang spontaneously from the society it was
about to destroy; and, lastly, how the old French Monarchy came to
fall so completely and so abruptly.
It
is not my intention that the work I have commenced should stop
short
at this point. I hope, if time and my own powers permit it, to
follow, through the vicissitudes of this long Revolution, these
same
Frenchmen with whom I have lived so familiarly under the old
monarchy, and whom that state of society had formed—to see them
modified and transformed by the course of events, but without
changing their nature, and constantly appearing before us with
features somewhat different, but ever to be recognised.
With
them I shall proceed to review that first epoch of 1789, when the
love of equality and that of freedom shared their hearts—when they
sought to found not only the institutions of democracy, but the
institutions of freedom—not only to destroy privileges, but to
acknowledge and to sanction rights: a time of youth, of enthusiasm,
of pride, of generous and sincere passion, which, in spite of its
errors, will live for ever in the memory of men, and which will
still
long continue to disturb the slumbers of those who seek to corrupt
or
to enslave them.
Thus
rapidly following the track of this same Revolution, I shall
attempt
to show by what events, by what faults, by what miscarriages, this
same French people was led at last to relinquish its first aim,
and,
forgetful of freedom, to aspire only to become the equal servants
of
the World’s Master—how a Government, stronger and far more
absolute than that which the Revolution had overthrown, grasped and
concentrated all the powers of the nation, suppressed the liberties
which had been so dearly bought, putting in their place the
counterfeit of freedom—calling ‘sovereignty of the people’ the
suffrages of electors who can neither inform themselves nor concert
their operations, nor, in fact, choose—calling ‘vote of taxes’
the assent of mute and enslaved assemblies; and while thus robbing
the nation of the right of self-government, of the great securities
of law, of freedom of thought, of speech, and of the pen—that is,
of all the most precious and the most noble conquests of 1789—still
daring to assume that mighty name.
I
shall pause at the moment when the Revolution appears to me to have
nearly accomplished its work and given birth to the modern society
of
France. That society will then fall under my observation: I shall
endeavour to point out in what it resembles the society which
preceded it, in what it differs, what we have lost in this immense
displacement of our institutions, what we have gained by it, and,
lastly, what may be our future.
A
portion of this second work is sketched out, though still unworthy
to
be offered to the public. Will it be given me to complete it? Who
can
say? The destiny of men is far more obscure than that of
nations.
I
hope I have written this book without prejudice, but I do not
profess
to have written it without passion. No Frenchman should speak of
his
country and think of this time unmoved. I acknowledge that in
studying the old society of France in each of its parts I have
never
entirely lost sight of the society of more recent times. I have
sought not only to discover the disease of which the patient died,
but also the means by which life might have been preserved. I have
imitated that medical analysis which seeks in each expiring organ
to
catch the laws of life. My object has been to draw a picture
strictly
accurate, and at the same time instructive. Whenever I have met
amongst our progenitors with any of those masculine virtues which
we
most want and which we least possess—such as a true spirit of
independence, a taste for great things, faith in ourselves and in a
cause—I have placed them in relief: so, too, when I have found in
the laws, the opinions, and the manners of that time traces of some
of those vices which after having consumed the former society of
France still infest us, I have carefully brought them to the light,
in order that, seeing the evil they have done us, it might better
be
understood what evils they may still engender. To accomplish this
object I confess I have not feared to wound either persons, or
classes, or opinions, or recollections of the past, however worthy
of
respect they may be. I have done so often with regret, but always
without remorse. May those whom I have thus perhaps offended
forgive
me in consideration of the honest and disinterested object which I
pursue.
Many
will perhaps accuse me of showing in this book a very unseasonable
love of freedom—a thing for which it is said that no one any longer
cares in France.
I
shall only beg those who may address to me this reproach to
consider
that this is no recent inclination of my mind. More than twenty
years
ago, speaking of another community, I wrote almost textually the
following observations.
Amidst
the darkness of the future three truths may be clearly discovered.
The first is, that all the men of our time are impelled by an
unknown
force which they may hope to regulate and to check, but not to
conquer—a force which sometimes gently moves them, sometimes
hurries them along, to the destruction of aristocracy. The second
is,
that of all the communities in the world those which will always be
least able permanently to escape from absolute government are
precisely the communities in which aristocracy has ceased to exist,
and can never exist again. Lastly, the third is, that despotism
nowhere produces more pernicious effects than in these same
communities, for more than any other form of government despotism
favours the growth of all the vices to which such societies are
specially liable, and thus throws an additional weight on that side
to which, by their natural inclination, they were already
prone.
Men
in such countries, being no longer connected together by any ties
of
caste, of class, of corporation, of family, are but too easily
inclined to think of nothing but their private interests, ever too
ready to consider themselves only, and to sink into the narrow
precincts of self, in which all public virtue is extinguished.
Despotism, instead of combating this tendency, renders it
irresistible, for it deprives its subjects of every common passion,
of every mutual want, of all necessity of combining together, of
all
occasions of acting together. It immures them in private life: they
already tended to separation; despotism isolates them: they were
already chilled in their mutual regard; despotism reduces them to
ice.
In
such societies, in which nothing is stable, every man is
incessantly
stimulated by the fear of falling and by eagerness to rise; and as
money, while it has become the principal mark by which men are
classed and distinguished, has acquired an extraordinary mobility,
passing without cessation from hand to hand, transforming the
condition of persons, raising or lowering that of families, there
is
scarcely a man who is not compelled to make desperate and continual
efforts to retain or to acquire it. The desire to be rich at any
cost, the love of business, the passion of lucre, the pursuit of
comfort and of material pleasures, are therefore in such
communities
the prevalent passions. They are easily diffused through all
classes,
they penetrate even to those classes which had hitherto been most
free from them, and would soon enervate and degrade them all, if
nothing checked their influence. But it is of the very essence of
despotism to favour and extend that influence. These debilitating
passions assist its work: they divert and engross the imaginations
of
men away from public affairs, and cause them to tremble at the bare
idea of a revolution. Despotism alone can lend them the secrecy and
the shade which put cupidity at its ease, and enable men to make
dishonourable gains whilst they brave dishonour. Without despotic
government such passions would be strong: with it they are
sovereign.
Freedom
alone, on the contrary, can effectually counteract in communities
of
this kind the vices which are natural to them, and restrain them on
the declivity along which they glide. For freedom alone can
withdraw
the members of such a community from the isolation in which the
very
independence of their condition places them by compelling them to
act
together. Freedom alone can warm and unite them day by day by the
necessity of mutual agreement, of mutual persuasion, and mutual
complaisance in the transaction of their common affairs. Freedom
alone can tear them from the worship of money, and the petty
squabbles of their private interests, to remind them and make them
feel that they have a Country above them and about them. Freedom
alone can sometimes supersede the love of comfort by more energetic
and more exalted passions—can supply ambition with larger objects
than the acquisition of riches—can create the light which enables
us to see and to judge the vices and the virtues of mankind.
Democratic
communities which are not free may be rich, refined, adorned,
magnificent, powerful by the weight of their uniform mass; they may
contain many private merits—good fathers of families, honest
traders, estimable men of property; nay, many good Christians will
be
found there, for their country is not of this world, and the glory
of
their faith is to produce such men amidst the greatest depravity of
manners and under the worst government. The Roman Empire in its
extreme decay was full of such men. But that which, I am confident,
will never be found in such societies is a great citizen, or, above
all, a great people; nay, I do not hesitate to affirm that the
common
level of the heart and the intellect will never cease to sink as
long
as equality of conditions and despotic power are combined
there.
Thus
I thought and thus I wrote twenty years ago. I confess that since
that time nothing has occurred in the world to induce me to think
or
to write otherwise. Having expressed the good opinion I had of
Freedom at a time when Freedom was in favour, I may be allowed to
persist in that opinion though she be forsaken.
Let
it also be considered that even in this I am less at variance with
most of my antagonists than perhaps they themselves suppose. Where
is
the man who, by nature, should have so mean a soul as to prefer
dependence on the caprices of one of his fellow-creatures to
obedience to laws which he has himself contributed to establish,
provided that his nation appear to him to possess the virtues
necessary to use freedom aright? There is no such man. Despots
themselves do not deny the excellence of freedom, but they wish to
keep it all to themselves, and maintain that all other men are
utterly unworthy of it. Thus it is not on the opinion which may be
entertained of freedom that this difference subsists, but on the
greater or the less esteem we may have for mankind; and it may be
said with strict accuracy that the taste a man may show for
absolute
government bears an exact ratio to the contempt he may profess for
his countrymen. I pause before I can be converted to that
opinion.
I
may add, I think, without undue pretensions, that the volume now
published is the product of very extended labours. Sometimes a
short
chapter has cost me more than a year of researches. I might have
surcharged my pages with notes, but I have preferred to insert them
in a limited number at the end of the volume, with a reference to
the
pages of the text to which they relate. In these notes the reader
will find some illustrations and proofs of what I have advanced. I
could largely augment the quantity of them if this book should
appear
to require it.