briands, the De Maistres; the great orators who practised themselves in discussion, the Lainés, the De Serres, the Foys; the sight of those princes and of those princesses, before whom France composed its features, to render their country sweet and hospitable in their eyes; the saloons, the theatres, the fêtes, the assemblies of an aristocracy eager to enjoy; enthusiastic women, beautiful, intellectual, and grouping once more around them the illustrious men of Europe, of the war, of the tribune, of literature and of art;)— it is natural, I say, that the impressions of such a period, in the existence of a people, should remain profoundly engraved in the memory of a young man, and predispose, at a later period, the man of maturity to I know not what partiality in his reminiscenses of this fascinating dawn of his opinions.
Such is, I confess, my tenderness or my weakness of mind towards the Restoration. Its faults and its misfortunes have made no alteration in my first impressions. I have interdicted myself from serving, and still more from liking, the monarchy without antecedents, without prestige, and without right, which succeeded, in 1830, to the government of my sympathies. The uncle was solely unpardonable in replacing the nephew. Nature, at least, is a legitimacy for those who do not recognise legitimacy in a political sense. The Republic from this period might have set aside the throne; no other sovereign than the people could occupy it. The Revolution of July would then have been a progress; but it was only a subversion. It did not replace the throne; it did not crown the nation; it only put off the day of struggle. Although I have never disturbed or insulted the government of Louis Philippe, for fear of disturbing the country itself, I had an instinctive perception of its instability.