XVI.

Strange sight this Congress! destined to unite All that's incongruous, all that's opposite. I speak not of the Sovereigns--they're alike, A common coin as ever mint could strike; But those who sway the puppets, pull the strings, Have more of motley than their heavy kings. Jews, authors, generals, charlatans, combine, 710 While Europe wonders at the vast design: There Metternich, power's foremost parasite, Cajoles; there Wellington forgets to fight; There Chateaubriand[342] forms new books of martyrs; And subtle Greeks[343] intrigue for stupid Tartars; There Montmorenci, the sworn foe to charters,[344] Turns a diplomatist of great eclat, To furnish articles for the "Debats;" Of war so certain--yet not quite so sure As his dismissal in the "Moniteur." 720 Alas! how could his cabinet thus err! Can Peace be worth an ultra-minister? He falls indeed, perhaps to rise again, "Almost as quickly as he conquered Spain.[345]"