It does not become disconcerted，but adjusts to its divine work the man who has bestridden the Alps，and the good old tottering invalid of Father Elysee.
It makes use of the gouty man as well as of the conqueror；of the conqueror without，of the gouty man within.
Waterloo，by cutting short the demolition of European thrones by the sword，had no other effect than to cause the revolutionary work to be continued in another direction.The slashers have finished；it was the turn of the thinkers.The century that Waterloo was intended to arrest has pursued its march.That sinister victory was vanquished by liberty.
In short，and incontestably，that which triumphed at Waterloo；that which smiled in Wellington's rear；that which brought him all the marshals'staffs of Europe，including，it is said，the staff of a marshal of France；that which joyously trundled the barrows full of bones to erect the knoll of the lion；that which triumphantly inscribed on that pedestal the date'June 18，1815'；that which encouraged Blucher，as he put the flying army to the sword；that which，from the heights of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean，hovered over France as over its prey，was the counter-revolution.It was the counter-revolution which murmured that infamous word'dismemberment.'On arriving in Paris，it beheld the crater close at hand；it felt those ashes which scorched its feet，and it changed its mind；it returned to the stammer of a charter.
Let us behold in Waterloo only that which is in Waterloo.Of intentional liberty there is none.
The counter-revolution was involuntarily liberal，in the same manner as，by a corresponding phenomenon，Napoleon was involuntarily revolutionary.
On the 18th of June，1815，the mounted Robespierre was hurled from his saddle.
BOOK FIRST.-WATERLOO
XVIII A RECRUDESCENCE OF DIVINE RIGHT
End of the dictatorship.
A whole European system crumbled away.
The Empire sank into a gloom which resembled that of the Roman world as it expired.
Again we behold the abyss，as in the days of the barbarians；only the barbarism of 1815，which must be called by its pet name of the counter-revolution，was not long breathed，soon fell to panting，and halted short.
The Empire was bewept，——let us acknowledge the fact，——and bewept by heroic eyes.If glory lies in the sword converted into a sceptre，the Empire had been glory in person.
It had diffused over the earth all the light which tyranny can give a sombre light.
We will say more；an obscure light.
Compared to the true daylight，it is night.This disappearance of night produces the effect of an eclipse.
Louis XVIII.
re-entered Paris.
The circling dances of the 8th of July effaced the enthusiasms of the 20th of March.
The Corsican became the antithesis of the Bearnese.
The flag on the dome of the Tuileries was white.
The exile reigned.
Hartwell's pine table took its place in front of the fleur-de-lys-strewn throne of Louis XIV.Bouvines and Fontenoy were mentioned as though they had taken place on the preceding day，Austerlitz having become antiquated.The altar and the throne fraternized majestically.
One of the most undisputed forms of the health of society in the nineteenth century was established over France，and over the continent.Europe adopted the white cockade.
Trestaillon was celebrated.The device non pluribus impar re-appeared on the stone rays representing a sun upon the front of the barracks on the Quai d'Orsay.Where there had been an Imperial Guard，there was now a red house.The Arc du Carrousel，all laden with badly borne victories，thrown out of its element among these novelties，a little ashamed，it may be，of Marengo and Arcola，extricated itself from its predicament with the statue of the Duc d'Angouleme.The cemetery of the Madeleine，a terrible pauper's grave in 1793，was covered with jasper and marble，since the bones of Louis XVI.
and Marie Antoinette lay in that dust.
In the moat of Vincennes a sepulchral shaft sprang from the earth，recalling the fact that the Duc d'Enghien had perished in the very month when Napoleon was crowned.
Pope Pius VII.，who had performed the coronation very near this death，tranquilly bestowed his blessing on the fall as he had bestowed it on the elevation.At Schoenbrunn there was a little shadow，aged four，whom it was seditious to call the King of Rome.
And these things took place，and the kings resumed their thrones，and the master of Europe was put in a cage，and the old regime became the new regime，and all the shadows and all the light of the earth changed place，because，on the afternoon of a certain summer's day，a shepherd said to a Prussian in the forest，'Go this way，and not that！'
This 1815 was a sort of lugubrious April.
Ancient unhealthy and poisonous realities were covered with new appearances.A lie wedded 1789；the right divine was masked under a charter；fictions became constitutional；prejudices，superstitions and mental reservations，with Article 14 in the heart，were varnished over with liberalism.
It was the serpent's change of skin.
Man had been rendered both greater and smaller by Napoleon.Under this reign of splendid matter，the ideal had received the strange name of ideology！
It is a grave imprudence in a great man to turn the future into derision.
The populace，however，that food for cannon which is so fond of the cannoneer，sought him with its glance.
Where is he？
What is he doing？
'Napoleon is dead，'said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo and Waterloo.
'He dead！'cried the soldier；'you don't know him.'
Imagination distrusted this man，even when overthrown.
The depths of Europe were full of darkness after Waterloo.
Something enormous remained long empty through Napoleon's disappearance.
The kings placed themselves in this void.
Ancient Europe profited by it to undertake reforms.
There was a Holy Alliance；Belle-Alliance，Beautiful Alliance，the fatal field of Waterloo had said in advance.
