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<h2> Chapter XLVIII: Succession And Characters Of The Greek Emperors.—Part V. </h2>
<p>A premature death had swept away the two eldest sons of John the Handsome;
of the two survivors, Isaac and Manuel, his judgment or affection
preferred the younger; and the choice of their dying prince was ratified
by the soldiers, who had applauded the valor of his favorite in the
Turkish war The faithful Axuch hastened to the capital, secured the person
of Isaac in honorable confinement, and purchased, with a gift of two
hundred pounds of silver, the leading ecclesiastics of St. Sophia, who
possessed a decisive voice in the consecration of an emperor. With his
veteran and affectionate troops, Manuel soon visited Constantinople; his
brother acquiesced in the title of Sebastocrator; his subjects admired the
lofty stature and martial graces of their new sovereign, and listened with
credulity to the flattering promise, that he blended the wisdom of age
with the activity and vigor of youth. By the experience of his government,
they were taught, that he emulated the spirit, and shared the talents, of
his father whose social virtues were buried in the grave. A reign of
thirty seven years is filled by a perpetual though various warfare against
the Turks, the Christians, and the hordes of the wilderness beyond the
Danube. The arms of Manuel were exercised on Mount Taurus, in the plains
of Hungary, on the coast of Italy and Egypt, and on the seas of Sicily and
Greece: the influence of his negotiations extended from Jerusalem to Rome
and Russia; and the Byzantine monarchy, for a while, became an object of
respect or terror to the powers of Asia and Europe. Educated in the silk
and purple of the East, Manuel possessed the iron temper of a soldier,
which cannot easily be paralleled, except in the lives of Richard the
First of England, and of Charles the Twelfth of Sweden. Such was his
strength and exercise in arms, that Raymond, surnamed the Hercules of
Antioch, was incapable of wielding the lance and buckler of the Greek
emperor. In a famous tournament, he entered the lists on a fiery courser,
and overturned in his first career two of the stoutest of the Italian
knights. The first in the charge, the last in the retreat, his friends and
his enemies alike trembled, the former for his safety, and the latter for
their own. After posting an ambuscade in a wood, he rode forwards in
search of some perilous adventure, accompanied only by his brother and the
faithful Axuch, who refused to desert their sovereign. Eighteen horsemen,
after a short combat, fled before them: but the numbers of the enemy
increased; the march of the reenforcement was tardy and fearful, and
Manuel, without receiving a wound, cut his way through a squadron of five
hundred Turks. In a battle against the Hungarians, impatient of the
slowness of his troops, he snatched a standard from the head of the
column, and was the first, almost alone, who passed a bridge that
separated him from the enemy. In the same country, after transporting his
army beyond the Save, he sent back the boats, with an order under pain of
death, to their commander, that he should leave him to conquer or die on
that hostile land. In the siege of Corfu, towing after him a captive
galley, the emperor stood aloft on the poop, opposing against the volleys
of darts and stones, a large buckler and a flowing sail; nor could he have
escaped inevitable death, had not the Sicilian admiral enjoined his
archers to respect the person of a hero. In one day, he is said to have
slain above forty of the Barbarians with his own hand; he returned to the
camp, dragging along four Turkish prisoners, whom he had tied to the rings
of his saddle: he was ever the foremost to provoke or to accept a single
combat; and the gigantic champions, who encountered his arm, were
transpierced by the lance, or cut asunder by the sword, of the invincible
Manuel. The story of his exploits, which appear as a model or a copy of
the romances of chivalry, may induce a reasonable suspicion of the
veracity of the Greeks: I will not, to vindicate their credit, endanger my
own: yet I may observe, that, in the long series of their annals, Manuel
is the only prince who has been the subject of similar exaggeration. With
the valor of a soldier, he did no unite the skill or prudence of a
general; his victories were not productive of any permanent or useful
conquest; and his Turkish laurels were blasted in his last unfortunate
campaign, in which he lost his army in the mountains of Pisidia, and owed
his deliverance to the generosity of the sultan. But the most singular
feature in the character of Manuel, is the contrast and vicissitude of
labor and sloth, of hardiness and effeminacy. In war he seemed ignorant of
peace, in peace he appeared incapable of war. In the field he slept in the
sun or in the snow, tired in the longest marches the strength of his men
and horses, and shared with a smile the abstinence or diet of the camp. No
sooner did he return to Constantinople, than he resigned himself to the
arts and pleasures of a life of luxury: the expense of his dress, his
table, and his palace, surpassed the measure of his predecessors, and
whole summer days were idly wasted in the delicious isles of the
Propontis, in the incestuous love of his niece Theodora. The double cost
of a warlike and dissolute prince exhausted the revenue, and multiplied
the taxes; and Manuel, in the distress of his last Turkish campaign,
endured a bitter reproach from the mouth of a desperate soldier. As he
quenched his thirst, he complained that the water of a fountain was
mingled with Christian blood. "It is not the first time," exclaimed a
voice from the crowd, "that you have drank, O emperor, the blood of your
Christian subjects." Manuel Comnenus was twice married, to the virtuous
Bertha or Irene of Germany, and to the beauteous Maria, a French or Latin
princess of Antioch. The only daughter of his first wife was destined for
Bela, a Hungarian prince, who was educated at Constantinople under the
name of Alexius; and the consummation of their nuptials might have
transferred the Roman sceptre to a race of free and warlike Barbarians.
But as soon as Maria of Antioch had given a son and heir to the empire,
the presumptive rights of Bela were abolished, and he was deprived of his
promised bride; but the Hungarian prince resumed his name and the kingdom
of his fathers, and displayed such virtues as might excite the regret and
envy of the Greeks. The son of Maria was named Alexius; and at the age of
ten years he ascended the Byzantine throne, after his father's decease had
closed the glories of the Comnenian line.</p>
<p>The fraternal concord of the two sons of the great Alexius had been
sometimes clouded by an opposition of interest and passion. By ambition,
Isaac the Sebastocrator was excited to flight and rebellion, from whence
he was reclaimed by the firmness and clemency of John the Handsome. The
errors of Isaac, the father of the emperors of Trebizond, were short and
venial; but John, the elder of his sons, renounced forever his religion.
Provoked by a real or imaginary insult of his uncle, he escaped from the
Roman to the Turkish camp: his apostasy was rewarded with the sultan's
daughter, the title of Chelebi, or noble, and the inheritance of a
princely estate; and in the fifteenth century, Mahomet the Second boasted
of his Imperial descent from the Comnenian family. Andronicus, the younger
brother of John, son of Isaac, and grandson of Alexius Comnenus, is one of
the most conspicuous characters of the age; and his genuine adventures
might form the subject of a very singular romance. To justify the choice
of three ladies of royal birth, it is incumbent on me to observe, that
their fortunate lover was cast in the best proportions of strength and
beauty; and that the want of the softer graces was supplied by a manly
countenance, a lofty stature, athletic muscles, and the air and deportment
of a soldier. The preservation, in his old age, of health and vigor, was
the reward of temperance and exercise. A piece of bread and a draught of
water was often his sole and evening repast; and if he tasted of a wild
boar or a stag, which he had roasted with his own hands, it was the
well-earned fruit of a laborious chase. Dexterous in arms, he was ignorant
of fear; his persuasive eloquence could bend to every situation and
character of life, his style, though not his practice, was fashioned by
the example of St. Paul; and, in every deed of mischief, he had a heart to
resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. In his youth, after
the death of the emperor John, he followed the retreat of the Roman army;
but, in the march through Asia Minor, design or accident tempted him to
wander in the mountains: the hunter was encompassed by the Turkish
huntsmen, and he remained some time a reluctant or willing captive in the
power of the sultan. His virtues and vices recommended him to the favor of
his cousin: he shared the perils and the pleasures of Manuel; and while
the emperor lived in public incest with his niece Theodora, the affections
of her sister Eudocia were seduced and enjoyed by Andronicus. Above the
decencies of her sex and rank, she gloried in the name of his concubine;
and both the palace and the camp could witness that she slept, or watched,
in the arms of her lover. She accompanied him to his military command of
Cilicia, the first scene of his valor and imprudence. He pressed, with
active ardor, the siege of Mopsuestia: the day was employed in the boldest
attacks; but the night was wasted in song and dance; and a band of Greek
comedians formed the choicest part of his retinue. Andronicus was
surprised by the sally of a vigilant foe; but, while his troops fled in
disorder, his invincible lance transpierced the thickest ranks of the
Armenians. On his return to the Imperial camp in Macedonia, he was
received by Manuel with public smiles and a private reproof; but the
duchies of Naissus, Braniseba, and Castoria, were the reward or
consolation of the unsuccessful general. Eudocia still attended his
motions: at midnight, their tent was suddenly attacked by her angry
brothers, impatient to expiate her infamy in his blood: his daring spirit
refused her advice, and the disguise of a female habit; and, boldly
starting from his couch, he drew his sword, and cut his way through the
numerous assassins. It was here that he first betrayed his ingratitude and
treachery: he engaged in a treasonable correspondence with the king of
Hungary and the German emperor; approached the royal tent at a suspicious
hour with a drawn sword, and under the mask of a Latin soldier, avowed an
intention of revenge against a mortal foe; and imprudently praised the
fleetness of his horse as an instrument of flight and safety. The monarch
dissembled his suspicions; but, after the close of the campaign,
Andronicus was arrested and strictly confined in a tower of the palace of
Constantinople.</p>
<p>In this prison he was left about twelve years; a most painful restraint,
from which the thirst of action and pleasure perpetually urged him to
escape. Alone and pensive, he perceived some broken bricks in a corner of
the chamber, and gradually widened the passage, till he had explored a
dark and forgotten recess. Into this hole he conveyed himself, and the
remains of his provisions, replacing the bricks in their former position,
and erasing with care the footsteps of his retreat. At the hour of the
customary visit, his guards were amazed by the silence and solitude of the
prison, and reported, with shame and fear, his incomprehensible flight.
The gates of the palace and city were instantly shut: the strictest orders
were despatched into the provinces, for the recovery of the fugitive; and
his wife, on the suspicion of a pious act, was basely imprisoned in the
same tower. At the dead of night she beheld a spectre; she recognized her
husband: they shared their provisions; and a son was the fruit of these
stolen interviews, which alleviated the tediousness of their confinement.
In the custody of a woman, the vigilance of the keepers was insensibly
relaxed; and the captive had accomplished his real escape, when he was
discovered, brought back to Constantinople, and loaded with a double
chain. At length he found the moment, and the means, of his deliverance. A
boy, his domestic servant, intoxicated the guards, and obtained in wax the
impression of the keys. By the diligence of his friends, a similar key,
with a bundle of ropes, was introduced into the prison, in the bottom of a
hogshead. Andronicus employed, with industry and courage, the instruments
of his safety, unlocked the doors, descended from the tower, concealed
himself all day among the bushes, and scaled in the night the garden-wall
of the palace. A boat was stationed for his reception: he visited his own
house, embraced his children, cast away his chain, mounted a fleet horse,
and directed his rapid course towards the banks of the Danube. At
Anchialus in Thrace, an intrepid friend supplied him with horses and
money: he passed the river, traversed with speed the desert of Moldavia
and the Carpathian hills, and had almost reached the town of Halicz, in
the Polish Russia, when he was intercepted by a party of Walachians, who
resolved to convey their important captive to Constantinople. His presence
of mind again extricated him from danger. Under the pretence of sickness,
he dismounted in the night, and was allowed to step aside from the troop:
he planted in the ground his long staff, clothed it with his cap and upper
garment; and, stealing into the wood, left a phantom to amuse, for some
time, the eyes of the Walachians. From Halicz he was honorably conducted
to Kiow, the residence of the great duke: the subtle Greek soon obtained
the esteem and confidence of Ieroslaus; his character could assume the
manners of every climate; and the Barbarians applauded his strength and
courage in the chase of the elks and bears of the forest. In this northern
region he deserved the forgiveness of Manuel, who solicited the Russian
prince to join his arms in the invasion of Hungary. The influence of
Andronicus achieved this important service: his private treaty was signed
with a promise of fidelity on one side, and of oblivion on the other; and
he marched, at the head of the Russian cavalry, from the Borysthenes to
the Danube. In his resentment Manuel had ever sympathized with the martial
and dissolute character of his cousin; and his free pardon was sealed in
the assault of Zemlin, in which he was second, and second only, to the
valor of the emperor.</p>
<p>No sooner was the exile restored to freedom and his country, than his
ambition revived, at first to his own, and at length to the public,
misfortune. A daughter of Manuel was a feeble bar to the succession of the
more deserving males of the Comnenian blood; her future marriage with the
prince of Hungary was repugnant to the hopes or prejudices of the princes
and nobles. But when an oath of allegiance was required to the presumptive
heir, Andronicus alone asserted the honor of the Roman name, declined the
unlawful engagement, and boldly protested against the adoption of a
stranger. His patriotism was offensive to the emperor, but he spoke the
sentiments of the people, and was removed from the royal presence by an
honorable banishment, a second command of the Cilician frontier, with the
absolute disposal of the revenues of Cyprus. In this station the Armenians
again exercised his courage and exposed his negligence; and the same
rebel, who baffled all his operations, was unhorsed, and almost slain by
the vigor of his lance. But Andronicus soon discovered a more easy and
pleasing conquest, the beautiful Philippa, sister of the empress Maria,
and daughter of Raymond of Poitou, the Latin prince of Antioch. For her
sake he deserted his station, and wasted the summer in balls and
tournaments: to his love she sacrificed her innocence, her reputation, and
the offer of an advantageous marriage. But the resentment of Manuel for
this domestic affront interrupted his pleasures: Andronicus left the
indiscreet princess to weep and to repent; and, with a band of desperate
adventurers, undertook the pilgrimage of Jerusalem. His birth, his martial
renown, and professions of zeal, announced him as the champion of the
Cross: he soon captivated both the clergy and the king; and the Greek
prince was invested with the lordship of Berytus, on the coast of
Phoenicia.</p>
<p>In his neighborhood resided a young and handsome queen, of his own nation
and family, great-granddaughter of the emperor Alexis, and widow of
Baldwin the Third, king of Jerusalem. She visited and loved her kinsman.
Theodora was the third victim of his amorous seduction; and her shame was
more public and scandalous than that of her predecessors. The emperor
still thirsted for revenge; and his subjects and allies of the Syrian
frontier were repeatedly pressed to seize the person, and put out the
eyes, of the fugitive. In Palestine he was no longer safe; but the tender
Theodora revealed his danger, and accompanied his flight. The queen of
Jerusalem was exposed to the East, his obsequious concubine; and two
illegitimate children were the living monuments of her weakness. Damascus
was his first refuge; and, in the characters of the great Noureddin and
his servant Saladin, the superstitious Greek might learn to revere the
virtues of the Mussulmans. As the friend of Noureddin he visited, most
probably, Bagdad, and the courts of Persia; and, after a long circuit
round the Caspian Sea and the mountains of Georgia, he finally settled
among the Turks of Asia Minor, the hereditary enemies of his country. The
sultan of Colonia afforded a hospitable retreat to Andronicus, his
mistress, and his band of outlaws: the debt of gratitude was paid by
frequent inroads in the Roman province of Trebizond; and he seldom
returned without an ample harvest of spoil and of Christian captives. In
the story of his adventures, he was fond of comparing himself to David,
who escaped, by a long exile, the snares of the wicked. But the royal
prophet (he presumed to add) was content to lurk on the borders of Judaea,
to slay an Amalekite, and to threaten, in his miserable state, the life of
the avaricious Nabal. The excursions of the Comnenian prince had a wider
range; and he had spread over the Eastern world the glory of his name and
religion.</p>
<p>By a sentence of the Greek church, the licentious rover had been separated
from the faithful; but even this excommunication may prove, that he never
abjured the profession of Chistianity.</p>
<p>His vigilance had eluded or repelled the open and secret persecution of
the emperor; but he was at length insnared by the captivity of his female
companion. The governor of Trebizond succeeded in his attempt to surprise
the person of Theodora: the queen of Jerusalem and her two children were
sent to Constantinople, and their loss imbittered the tedious solitude of
banishment. The fugitive implored and obtained a final pardon, with leave
to throw himself at the feet of his sovereign, who was satisfied with the
submission of this haughty spirit. Prostrate on the ground, he deplored
with tears and groans the guilt of his past rebellion; nor would he
presume to arise, unless some faithful subject would drag him to the foot
of the throne, by an iron chain with which he had secretly encircled his
neck. This extraordinary penance excited the wonder and pity of the
assembly; his sins were forgiven by the church and state; but the just
suspicion of Manuel fixed his residence at a distance from the court, at
Oenoe, a town of Pontus, surrounded with rich vineyards, and situate on
the coast of the Euxine. The death of Manuel, and the disorders of the
minority, soon opened the fairest field to his ambition. The emperor was a
boy of twelve or fourteen years of age, without vigor, or wisdom, or
experience: his mother, the empress Mary, abandoned her person and
government to a favorite of the Comnenian name; and his sister, another
Mary, whose husband, an Italian, was decorated with the title of Caesar,
excited a conspiracy, and at length an insurrection, against her odious
step-mother. The provinces were forgotten, the capital was in flames, and
a century of peace and order was overthrown in the vice and weakness of a
few months. A civil war was kindled in Constantinople; the two factions
fought a bloody battle in the square of the palace, and the rebels
sustained a regular siege in the cathedral of St. Sophia. The patriarch
labored with honest zeal to heal the wounds of the republic, the most
respectable patriots called aloud for a guardian and avenger, and every
tongue repeated the praise of the talents and even the virtues of
Andronicus. In his retirement, he affected to revolve the solemn duties of
his oath: "If the safety or honor of the Imperial family be threatened, I
will reveal and oppose the mischief to the utmost of my power." His
correspondence with the patriarch and patricians was seasoned with apt
quotations from the Psalms of David and the epistles of St. Paul; and he
patiently waited till he was called to her deliverance by the voice of his
country. In his march from Oenoe to Constantinople, his slender train
insensibly swelled to a crowd and an army: his professions of religion and
loyalty were mistaken for the language of his heart; and the simplicity of
a foreign dress, which showed to advantage his majestic stature, displayed
a lively image of his poverty and exile. All opposition sunk before him;
he reached the straits of the Thracian Bosphorus; the Byzantine navy
sailed from the harbor to receive and transport the savior of the empire:
the torrent was loud and irresistible, and the insects who had basked in
the sunshine of royal favor disappeared at the blast of the storm. It was
the first care of Andronicus to occupy the palace, to salute the emperor,
to confine his mother, to punish her minister, and to restore the public
order and tranquillity. He then visited the sepulchre of Manuel: the
spectators were ordered to stand aloof, but as he bowed in the attitude of
prayer, they heard, or thought they heard, a murmur of triumph or revenge:
"I no longer fear thee, my old enemy, who hast driven me a vagabond to
every climate of the earth. Thou art safety deposited under a seven-fold
dome, from whence thou canst never arise till the signal of the last
trumpet. It is now my turn, and speedily will I trample on thy ashes and
thy posterity." From his subsequent tyranny we may impute such feelings to
the man and the moment; but it is not extremely probable that he gave an
articulate sound to his secret thoughts. In the first months of his
administration, his designs were veiled by a fair semblance of hypocrisy,
which could delude only the eyes of the multitude; the coronation of
Alexius was performed with due solemnity, and his perfidious guardian,
holding in his hands the body and blood of Christ, most fervently declared
that he lived, and was ready to die, for the service of his beloved pupil.
But his numerous adherents were instructed to maintain, that the sinking
empire must perish in the hands of a child, that the Romans could only be
saved by a veteran prince, bold in arms, skilful in policy, and taught to
reign by the long experience of fortune and mankind; and that it was the
duty of every citizen to force the reluctant modesty of Andronicus to
undertake the burden of the public care. The young emperor was himself
constrained to join his voice to the general acclamation, and to solicit
the association of a colleague, who instantly degraded him from the
supreme rank, secluded his person, and verified the rash declaration of
the patriarch, that Alexius might be considered as dead, so soon as he was
committed to the custody of his guardian. But his death was preceded by
the imprisonment and execution of his mother. After blackening her
reputation, and inflaming against her the passions of the multitude, the
tyrant accused and tried the empress for a treasonable correspondence with
the king of Hungary. His own son, a youth of honor and humanity, avowed
his abhorrence of this flagitious act, and three of the judges had the
merit of preferring their conscience to their safety: but the obsequious
tribunal, without requiring any reproof, or hearing any defence, condemned
the widow of Manuel; and her unfortunate son subscribed the sentence of
her death. Maria was strangled, her corpse was buried in the sea, and her
memory was wounded by the insult most offensive to female vanity, a false
and ugly representation of her beauteous form. The fate of her son was not
long deferred: he was strangled with a bowstring; and the tyrant,
insensible to pity or remorse, after surveying the body of the innocent
youth, struck it rudely with his foot: "Thy father," he cried, "was a
knave, thy mother a whore, and thyself a fool!"</p>
<p>The Roman sceptre, the reward of his crimes, was held by Andronicus about
three years and a half as the guardian or sovereign of the empire. His
government exhibited a singular contrast of vice and virtue. When he
listened to his passions, he was the scourge; when he consulted his
reason, the father, of his people. In the exercise of private justice, he
was equitable and rigorous: a shameful and pernicious venality was
abolished, and the offices were filled with the most deserving candidates,
by a prince who had sense to choose, and severity to punish. He prohibited
the inhuman practice of pillaging the goods and persons of shipwrecked
mariners; the provinces, so long the objects of oppression or neglect,
revived in prosperity and plenty; and millions applauded the distant
blessings of his reign, while he was cursed by the witnesses of his daily
cruelties. The ancient proverb, That bloodthirsty is the man who returns
from banishment to power, had been applied, with too much truth, to
'Marius and Tiberius; and was now verified for the third time in the life
of Andronicus. His memory was stored with a black list of the enemies and
rivals, who had traduced his merit, opposed his greatness, or insulted his
misfortunes; and the only comfort of his exile was the sacred hope and
promise of revenge. The necessary extinction of the young emperor and his
mother imposed the fatal obligation of extirpating the friends, who hated,
and might punish, the assassin; and the repetition of murder rendered him
less willing, and less able, to forgive. <SPAN href="#link48note-1018"
name="link48noteref-1018" id="link48noteref-1018">1018</SPAN> A horrid
narrative of the victims whom he sacrificed by poison or the sword, by the
sea or the flames, would be less expressive of his cruelty than the
appellation of the halcyon days, which was applied to a rare and bloodless
week of repose: the tyrant strove to transfer, on the laws and the judges,
some portion of his guilt; but the mask was fallen, and his subjects could
no longer mistake the true author of their calamities. The noblest of the
Greeks, more especially those who, by descent or alliance, might dispute
the Comnenian inheritance, escaped from the monster's den: Nice and Prusa,
Sicily or Cyprus, were their places of refuge; and as their flight was
already criminal, they aggravated their offence by an open revolt, and the
Imperial title. Yet Andronicus resisted the daggers and swords of his most
formidable enemies: Nice and Prusa were reduced and chastised: the
Sicilians were content with the sack of Thessalonica; and the distance of
Cyprus was not more propitious to the rebel than to the tyrant. His throne
was subverted by a rival without merit, and a people without arms. Isaac
Angelus, a descendant in the female line from the great Alexius, was
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In a moment of despair, Angelus defended his life and liberty, slew the
executioner, and fled to the church of St. Sophia. The sanctuary was
insensibly filled with a curious and mournful crowd, who, in his fate,
prognosticated their own. But their lamentations were soon turned to
curses, and their curses to threats: they dared to ask, "Why do we fear?
why do we obey? We are many, and he is one: our patience is the only bond
of our slavery." With the dawn of day the city burst into a general
sedition, the prisons were thrown open, the coldest and most servile were
roused to the defence of their country, and Isaac, the second of the name,
was raised from the sanctuary to the throne. Unconscious of his danger,
the tyrant was absent; withdrawn from the toils of state, in the delicious
islands of the Propontis. He had contracted an indecent marriage with
Alice, or Agnes, daughter of Lewis the Seventh, of France, and relict of
the unfortunate Alexius; and his society, more suitable to his temper than
to his age, was composed of a young wife and a favorite concubine. On the
first alarm, he rushed to Constantinople, impatient for the blood of the
guilty; but he was astonished by the silence of the palace, the tumult of
the city, and the general desertion of mankind. Andronicus proclaimed a
free pardon to his subjects; they neither desired, nor would grant,
forgiveness; he offered to resign the crown to his son Manuel; but the
virtues of the son could not expiate his father's crimes. The sea was
still open for his retreat; but the news of the revolution had flown along
the coast; when fear had ceased, obedience was no more: the Imperial
galley was pursued and taken by an armed brigantine; and the tyrant was
dragged to the presence of Isaac Angelus, loaded with fetters, and a long
chain round his neck. His eloquence, and the tears of his female
companions, pleaded in vain for his life; but, instead of the decencies of
a legal execution, the new monarch abandoned the criminal to the numerous
sufferers, whom he had deprived of a father, a husband, or a friend. His
teeth and hair, an eye and a hand, were torn from him, as a poor
compensation for their loss: and a short respite was allowed, that he
might feel the bitterness of death. Astride on a camel, without any danger
of a rescue, he was carried through the city, and the basest of the
populace rejoiced to trample on the fallen majesty of their prince. After
a thousand blows and outrages, Andronicus was hung by the feet, between
two pillars, that supported the statues of a wolf and an a sow; and every
hand that could reach the public enemy, inflicted on his body some mark of
ingenious or brutal cruelty, till two friendly or furious Italians,
plunging their swords into his body, released him from all human
punishment. In this long and painful agony, "Lord, have mercy upon me!"
and "Why will you bruise a broken reed?" were the only words that escaped
from his mouth. Our hatred for the tyrant is lost in pity for the man; nor
can we blame his pusillanimous resignation, since a Greek Christian was no
longer master of his life.</p>
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1018 (<SPAN href="#link48noteref-1018">return</SPAN>)<br/> [ Fallmerayer
(Geschichte des Kaiserthums von Trapezunt, p. 29, 33) has highly drawn the
character of Andronicus. In his view the extermination of the Byzantine
factions and dissolute nobility was part of a deep-laid and splendid plan
for the regeneration of the empire. It was necessary for the wise and
benevolent schemes of the father of his people to lop off those limbs
which were infected with irremediable pestilence— "and with
necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds!!"—Still
the fall of Andronicus was a fatal blow to the Byzantine empire.—M.]</p>
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1019 (<SPAN href="#link48noteref-1019">return</SPAN>)<br/> [ According to
Nicetas, (p. 444,) Andronicus despised the imbecile Isaac too much to fear
him; he was arrested by the officious zeal of Stephen, the instrument of
the Emperor's cruelties.—M.]</p>
<p>I have been tempted to expatiate on the extraordinary character and
adventures of Andronicus; but I shall here terminate the series of the
Greek emperors since the time of Heraclius. The branches that sprang from
the Comnenian trunk had insensibly withered; and the male line was
continued only in the posterity of Andronicus himself, who, in the public
confusion, usurped the sovereignty of Trebizond, so obscure in history,
and so famous in romance. A private citizen of Philadelphia, Constantine
Angelus, had emerged to wealth and honors, by his marriage with a daughter
of the emperor Alexius. His son Andronicus is conspicuous only by his
cowardice. His grandson Isaac punished and succeeded the tyrant; but he
was dethroned by his own vices, and the ambition of his brother; and their
discord introduced the Latins to the conquest of Constantinople, the first
great period in the fall of the Eastern empire.</p>
<p>If we compute the number and duration of the reigns, it will be found,
that a period of six hundred years is filled by sixty emperors, including
in the Augustan list some female sovereigns; and deducting some usurpers
who were never acknowledged in the capital, and some princes who did not
live to possess their inheritance. The average proportion will allow ten
years for each emperor, far below the chronological rule of Sir Isaac
Newton, who, from the experience of more recent and regular monarchies,
has defined about eighteen or twenty years as the term of an ordinary
reign. The Byzantine empire was most tranquil and prosperous when it could
acquiesce in hereditary succession; five dynasties, the Heraclian,
Isaurian, Amorian, Basilian, and Comnenian families, enjoyed and
transmitted the royal patrimony during their respective series of five,
four, three, six, and four generations; several princes number the years
of their reign with those of their infancy; and Constantine the Seventh
and his two grandsons occupy the space of an entire century. But in the
intervals of the Byzantine dynasties, the succession is rapid and broken,
and the name of a successful candidate is speedily erased by a more
fortunate competitor. Many were the paths that led to the summit of
royalty: the fabric of rebellion was overthrown by the stroke of
conspiracy, or undermined by the silent arts of intrigue: the favorites of
the soldiers or people, of the senate or clergy, of the women and eunuchs,
were alternately clothed with the purple: the means of their elevation
were base, and their end was often contemptible or tragic. A being of the
nature of man, endowed with the same faculties, but with a longer measure
of existence, would cast down a smile of pity and contempt on the crimes
and follies of human ambition, so eager, in a narrow span, to grasp at a
precarious and shortlived enjoyment. It is thus that the experience of
history exalts and enlarges the horizon of our intellectual view. In a
composition of some days, in a perusal of some hours, six hundred years
have rolled away, and the duration of a life or reign is contracted to a
fleeting moment: the grave is ever beside the throne: the success of a
criminal is almost instantly followed by the loss of his prize and our
immortal reason survives and disdains the sixty phantoms of kings who have
passed before our eyes, and faintly dwell on our remembrance. The
observation that, in every age and climate, ambition has prevailed with
the same commanding energy, may abate the surprise of a philosopher: but
while he condemns the vanity, he may search the motive, of this universal
desire to obtain and hold the sceptre of dominion. To the greater part of
the Byzantine series, we cannot reasonably ascribe the love of fame and of
mankind. The virtue alone of John Comnenus was beneficent and pure: the
most illustrious of the princes, who procede or follow that respectable
name, have trod with some dexterity and vigor the crooked and bloody paths
of a selfish policy: in scrutinizing the imperfect characters of Leo the
Isaurian, Basil the First, and Alexius Comnenus, of Theophilus, the second
Basil, and Manuel Comnenus, our esteem and censure are almost equally
balanced; and the remainder of the Imperial crowd could only desire and
expect to be forgotten by posterity. Was personal happiness the aim and
object of their ambition? I shall not descant on the vulgar topics of the
misery of kings; but I may surely observe, that their condition, of all
others, is the most pregnant with fear, and the least susceptible of hope.
For these opposite passions, a larger scope was allowed in the revolutions
of antiquity, than in the smooth and solid temper of the modern world,
which cannot easily repeat either the triumph of Alexander or the fall of
Darius. But the peculiar infelicity of the Byzantine princes exposed them
to domestic perils, without affording any lively promise of foreign
conquest. From the pinnacle of greatness, Andronicus was precipitated by a
death more cruel and shameful than that of the malefactor; but the most
glorious of his predecessors had much more to dread from their subjects
than to hope from their enemies. The army was licentious without spirit,
the nation turbulent without freedom: the Barbarians of the East and West
pressed on the monarchy, and the loss of the provinces was terminated by
the final servitude of the capital.</p>
<p>The entire series of Roman emperors, from the first of the Caesars to the
last of the Constantines, extends above fifteen hundred years: and the
term of dominion, unbroken by foreign conquest, surpasses the measure of
the ancient monarchies; the Assyrians or Medes, the successors of Cyrus,
or those of Alexander.</p>
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