A long contest was maintained with varying success by the factions which surrounded the miserable King.On the side of the Imperial family was the Queen, herself a Princess of that family.
With her were allied the confessor of the King, and most of the ministers.On the other side were two of the most dexterous politicians of that age, Cardinal Porto Carrero, Archbishop of Toledo, and Harcourt, the ambassador of Lewis.
Harcourt was a noble specimen of the French aristocracy in the days of its highest splendour, a finished gentleman, a brave soldier, and a skilful diplomatist.His courteous and insinuating manners, his Parisian vivacity tempered with Castilian gravity, made him the favourite of the whole Court.He became intimate with the grandees.He caressed the clergy.He dazzled the multitude by his magnificent style of living.The prejudices which the people of Madrid had conceived against the French character, the vindictive feelings generated during centuries of national rivalry, gradually yielded to his arts; while the Austrian ambassador, a surly, pompous, niggardly German, made himself and his country more and more unpopular every day.
Harcourt won over the Court and the city: Porto Carrero managed the King.Never were knave and dupe better suited to each other.
Charles was sick, nervous, and extravagantly superstitious.Porto Carrero had learned in the exercise of his profession the art of exciting and soothing such minds; and he employed that art with the calm and demure cruelty which is the characteristic of wicked and ambitious priests.
He first supplanted the confessor.The state of the poor King, during the conflict between his two spiritual advisers, was horrible.At one time he was induced to believe that his malady was the same with that of the wretches described in the New Testament, who dwelt among the tombs, whom no chains could bind, and whom no man dared to approach.At another time a sorceress who lived in the mountains of the Asturias was consulted about his malady.Several persons were accused of having bewitched him.
Porto Carrero recommended the appalling rite of exorcism, which was actually performed.The ceremony made the poor King more nervous and miserable than ever.But it served the turn of the Cardinal, who, after much secret trickery, succeeded in casting out, not the devil, but the confessor.
The next object was to get rid of the ministers.Madrid was supplied with provisions by a monopoly.The Government looked after this most delicate concern as it looked after everything else.The partisans of the House of Bourbon took advantage of the negligence of the administration.On a sudden the supply of food failed.Exorbitant prices were demanded.The people rose.The royal residence was surrounded by an immense multitude.The Queen harangued them.The priests exhibited the host.All was in vain.
It was necessary to awaken the King from his uneasy sleep, and to carry him to the balcony.There a solemn promise was given that the unpopular advisers of the Crown should be forthwith dismissed.The mob left the palace and proceeded to pull down the houses of the ministers.The adherents of the Austrian line were thus driven from power, and the government was intrusted to the creatures of Porto Carrero.The King left the city in which he had suffered so cruel an insult for the magnificent retreat of the Escurial.Here his hypochondriac fancy took a new turn.Like his ancestor Charles the Fifth, he was haunted by the strange curiosity to pry into the secrets of that grave to which he was hastening.In the cemetery which Philip the Second had formed beneath the pavement of the church of St.Lawrence, reposed three generations of Castilian princes.Into these dark vaults the unhappy monarch descended by torchlight, and penetrated to that superb and gloomy chamber where, round the great black crucifix, were ranged the coffins of the kings and queens of Spain.There he commanded his attendants to open the massy chests of bronze in which the relics of his predecessors decayed.He looked on the ghastly spectacle with little emotion till the coffin of his first wife was unclosed, and she appeared before him--such was the skill of the embalmer--in all her well-remembered beauty.He cast one glance on those beloved features, unseen for eighteen years, those features over which corruption seemed to have no power, and rushed from the vault, exclaiming, "She is with God;and I shall soon be with her." The awful sight completed the ruin of his body and mind.The Escurial became hateful to him; and he hastened to Aranjuez.But the shades and waters of that delicious island-garden, so fondly celebrated in the sparkling verse of Calderon, brought no solace to their unfortunate master.Having tried medicine, exercise, and amusement in, vain, he returned to Madrid to die.
He was now beset on every side by the bold and skilful agents of the House of Bourbon.The leading politicians of his Court assured him that Lewis, and Lewis alone, was sufficiently powerful to preserve the Spanish monarchy undivided, and that Austria would be utterly unable to prevent the Treaty of Partition from being carried into effect.Some celebrated lawyers gave it as their opinion that the act of renunciation executed by the late Queen of France ought to be construed according to the spirit, and not according to the letter.The letter undoubtedly excluded the French princes.The spirit was merely this, that ample security should be taken against the union of the French and Spanish Crowns on one head.
