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            [Illustration: _ELIZABETH as the young Empress_]

                    _Life Stories for Young People_




                               ELIZABETH
                EMPRESS OF AUSTRIA AND QUEEN OF HUNGARY


                     _Translated from the German of
                             Carl Küchler_

                                   BY
                            GEORGE P. UPTON

              _Translator of “Memories,” “Immensee,” etc._

                        WITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS

                    [Illustration: A · C · M^cCLURG]

                                CHICAGO
                          A. C. McCLURG & CO.
                                  1909

                               Copyright
                          A. C. McClurg & Co.
                                  1909
                       Published August 21, 1909

                THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.




                          Translator’s Preface


The story of the life of Elizabeth of Bavaria, Empress of Austria and
Queen of Hungary, is one of the saddest in the history of royalty, and
in some respects recalls the story of the life of Marie Antoinette. Both
their lives were sorrowful, both ended tragically, the one at the hands
of an assassin, the other upon the guillotine. Elizabeth will not be
remembered in history as a sovereign, for everything connected with the
throne and with court life was distasteful to her, but rather as the
beautiful, sorrowful daughter of the Wittelsbachs. She was not only one
of the most beautiful women of her time, but an accomplished scholar and
linguist, a good musician, and well versed in history, science, and art.
She was a passionate lover of the woods and mountains, and was happiest
when she was walking or riding among them, or associating with the
Hungarian people. She was no more at home with the Viennese than was
Marie Antoinette with the Parisians. Her domestic life was saddened by
estrangement from her husband, by lack of sympathy among her relatives,
by the terrible tragedy which ended the life of her son, Prince Rudolph,
and by other tragedies which involved the happiness and sometimes the
lives of those nearest to her. At last her sufferings were ended by the
dagger of a cruel anarchist assassin. As the author of this volume says:
“She died as she had often wished to die, swiftly and painlessly and
under the open sky. Who can say that her last breath was not a sigh of
thankfulness and peace?”

                                                                G. P. U.

Chicago, May 10, 1909.




                                Contents


  Chapter                                                           Page
  I The Diamond Wedding                                               11
  II Birth and Childhood of Elizabeth of Bavaria                      19
  III Betrothal of Princess Elizabeth                                 25
  IV The Wedding Ceremonies                                           32
  V First Troubles                                                    40
  VI Travels and Sorrows                                              46
  VII Birth of Crown Prince Rudolf                                    53
  VIII Elizabeth’s Illness and Sojourn in Madeira                     58
  IX The Express’ Flight from Vienna                                  63
  X The Coronation in Hungary                                         67
  XI The Archduchess Marie Valerie                                    72
  XII The Castle of Gödöllö                                           77
  XIII The Empress in Vienna                                          83
  XIV Marriage of Crown Prince Rudolf                                 88
  XV King Ludwig Second of Bavaria                                    96
  XVI The Empress’ Travels                                           101
  XVII The Empress’ Literary Tastes                                  110
  XVIII Daily Life of the Empress                                    114
  XIX Death of Crown Prince Rudolf                                   119
  XX Death of the Empress                                            128
    Appendix                                                         139




                             Illustrations


  Elizabeth as the young Empress                          _Frontispiece_
  Emperor Franz Joseph in his twenty-eighth year                      34
  Crown Prince Rudolf                                                 90
  Empress Elizabeth in later years                                   122




                               Elizabeth
                Empress of Austria and Queen of Hungary




                               Chapter I
                          The Diamond Wedding


On the ninth of September, 1888, an unusual event occurred in the
princely house of Wittelsbach. Maximilian Joseph, the head of the ducal
line of Vorpfalz-Zweibrücken-Birkenfeld, and his wife Ludovica (Louise),
daughter of King Maximilian First of Bavaria and his second wife,
Caroline of Baden, celebrated on that day their diamond wedding, both
bride and groom having been barely twenty years old at the time of their
marriage.

Few princely couples have been closely connected with so many of the
reigning families of Europe. Their eldest son, Ludwig Wilhelm, renounced
the succession to wed an actress, Henrietta Mendel, who had received the
title of Countess Wallersee. Helene, the eldest daughter, married the
Hereditary Prince of Thurn and Taxis, and their daughter Louise, by her
alliance with Frederick of Hohenzollern, formed new ties between the
Wittelsbachs and the royal house of Prussia. The next daughter was
Elizabeth of Austria-Hungary, whose son in his turn took for his bride
the King of Belgium’s daughter, Stephanie. After Elizabeth, in the
family, came Karl Theodore, well known as an oculist, and, on his
father’s death, the head of the ducal line of Wittelsbach. He first
married his cousin Sophie, daughter of King John of Saxony; the second
and present wife is Marie Josepha, Princess of Portugal. Two other
daughters, Marie and Mathilde, allied themselves with the younger branch
of the Bourbons. Marie became the wife of King Francis Second of Naples
and Mathilde married his half-brother, Count Louis of Trani. The
youngest daughter, Sophie, was betrothed at one time to her cousin, King
Ludwig Second of Bavaria, but afterwards married Duke Ferdinand
d’Alençon, nephew of Louis Philippe of France, while the youngest son,
Max Emanuel, married Amélie of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, thereby becoming
connected by marriage with Prince Ferdinand of Bulgaria.

The Wittelsbachs have always been eccentric. Mental disorders have been
common with them, and during the last century between twenty and thirty
members of the family have died insane. Yet in spite of their
peculiarities and eccentricities they have always been exceedingly
popular with their subjects, as much for their personal charm as for
their devotion to the happiness and welfare of their people. The annals
of Bavaria have little to record of treason or conspiracy against the
princes of the land, but tell much of the loyalty and sacrifices of life
and property on the part of the people.

Duke Maximilian Joseph was born at Bamberg, December 4, 1808. He was the
son of the weak-minded Duke Pius Augustus of Bavaria and his wife,
Amélie Louise, Princess of Arenberg. “The good Duke Max,” as he was
called by the people, was the only direct descendant of his grandfather,
while his wife, on the other hand, was the youngest of a large family of
sisters. Two had been princesses of Saxony and one a Queen of Prussia,
while the fourth was the mother of the Emperor Francis Joseph of
Austria-Hungary. King Ludwig First of Bavaria was a half-brother, and
there were also two half-sisters. One was married first to the King of
Würtemberg and afterwards to the Emperor Francis First of
Austria-Hungary; the other became the wife of Napoleon’s stepson, Eugene
Beauharnais, and the grandmother of Kings Charles Fifteenth and Oscar
Second of Norway and Sweden.

Thus most of the dynasties of Europe were interested in the festivities
in honor of the aged pair, and sent congratulations to the secluded spot
on Starnberg Lake, where the event was celebrated, and where many
touching proofs of the loyalty of the people of Bavaria were also
received.

Maximilian Joseph belonged to the most eccentric and popular branch of
the Bavarian royal family. Educated directly under the eye of his
grandfather, his childhood had been spent partly in Bamberg, partly in
Munich. At the age of eighteen he entered the University of Munich,
where he applied himself assiduously to the study of history, natural
science, and political economy, and on coming of age he was given, as
provided by the Bavarian constitution, a seat in the Senate chamber. But
he did not aspire to fame, either as orator or statesman; nor did he
strive for military distinction, though at the age of thirty he was
assigned to the command of a regiment of cavalry and in 1857 was
invested with the rank of general. His natural love for science,
literature, and art more often led him to exchange his uniform for the
simple civilian dress.

During the youth of the Duke a musician, named Johann Petzmacher,
created a great stir. He was born in 1803, the son of an innkeeper in
Vienna, and in his eighteenth year accidentally learned to play the
homely zither with which the mountaineers of the Austrian and Bavarian
highlands accompany their folk songs. He soon became so absorbed in the
possibilities of this instrument that he gave up everything else to
devote himself to it. His fame as a performer soon spread far and wide.
He played before the most select circles of Vienna and even at court,
and made tours throughout Germany, being received everywhere with the
greatest enthusiasm. Duke Max first heard him in 1837 at a concert in
Bamberg, and determined to learn to play the zither under the master’s
direction. Petzmacher was introduced to the would-be virtuoso, and from
that time until his death made his home with his art-loving patron. The
Duke in 1838 undertook a long journey through Asia and Africa, and his
musician friend accompanied him. Savages listened with delight to his
playing, and as the two friends sat on the top of the Egyptian pyramids
or camped in the hot desert sands, the homely melodies carried their
thoughts back to loved ones in Germany, and dangers and hardships were
forgotten. While on this journey Duke Max wrote several musical
compositions which were afterwards performed in public and received with
great applause. Under the name of “Phantasus,” he wrote a collection of
dramatic poems and novels that showed no small literary talent. More
noteworthy than these, however, is his “Travels in the Orient,” a book
of considerable merit. On his return to Bavaria he had a circus ring
constructed in the rear of his palace in the Ludwigstrasse, at Munich,
which aroused much curiosity, where he frequently made his appearance as
ringmaster with members of the Bavarian nobility as circus riders and
performers.

It was only during the winter months that he remained in Munich. All
through the Summer and Autumn he lived with his family at his castle
Possenhoffen, beautifully situated on Lake Starnberg. This picturesque
region, shut in by a chain of lofty Alps, seems as if created to inspire
poetical sentiment, and various members of the art-loving Bavarian royal
family have built summer palaces there.

Max Joseph was an enthusiastic hunter and spent whole days roaming
through the forests and mountains about Possenhoffen. Enjoyment of the
beauties of nature was one of his passions, and he often came out in the
Winter for a few days at a time. On these excursions he wore a simple
hunting costume,—short gray jacket, open shirt with suspenders,
feathered cap, knickerbockers with long stockings, and heavy-soled
shoes. He generally went about on foot, but sometimes made use of the
mail-coach, the usual mode of conveyance at that time. His fellow
travellers seldom suspected that the good-natured huntsman who chatted
so freely with them was a duke and the brother-in-law of their
sovereign. He was continually besieged with petitions, and rarely did
any one appeal in vain to the comparatively poor but warm-hearted
prince. His benevolence was one of the chief causes for his popularity
in Munich, though he was most beloved by the people as the gay zither
player who with his instrument under his arm would enter their cottages
quite like one of themselves, and play for the young people who were
never weary of dancing to his music.

His wife was very different. She had not his artistic, impulsive
temperament, and the good-humored simplicity with which he mingled with
the common people did not altogether meet with her approval. The proper
maintenance of her position seemed no more than a duty due to her high
birth and rank, and for this reason she was never as popular as her
husband, though her many admirable qualities commanded the greatest
respect and admiration during the sixty years that she remained mistress
of Possenhoffen. She was naturally endowed with a good mind and had been
carefully educated. Honesty and love of truth were among her most marked
characteristics, and all her life she held firmly to what after mature
reflection she believed to be right. Like the Duke, she preferred the
seclusion of the country to city life, and all through their happy
married life she acted as a balance to her loving but restless husband
as well as friend and adviser of her children, who adored and looked up
to her always. Her glance was keen but kindly. Smiles came easily to her
lips, and there was an air of distinction about her that sprang from
true nobility of heart. She was one of those strong souls born to help
others, but in little need of support themselves. She was by no means
unambitious for her children, though the trials suffered because of them
taught her by degrees to place less value upon outward splendor. She
disliked to excite personal attention and cared only to live as quietly
and modestly as possible.




                               Chapter II
              Birth and Childhood of Elizabeth of Bavaria


It was the Christmas Eve of 1837. The bells of Munich were proclaiming
the festival when Max Joseph, wandering about in one of the poorer
quarters of the city, met a woman dragging herself painfully toward him
with a bundle of firewood on her back. She addressed him with the usual
Bavarian greeting,

“Praised be Jesus Christ!”

“For ever and ever, Amen!” replied the Duke, adding kindly, “Why are you
carrying such a load upon your back this holy Christmas Eve?”

“I will tell you why, gracious Duke,” said the woman; “it is because my
children have no Christmas gifts, and I have been in the forest
gathering wood so that they may at least enjoy a warm room.”

“You did right,” returned the Duke. “As for me, I have already received
my Christmas gift, for my wife presented me to-day with a charming
little daughter who is to be called Liese, and I am so happy over it I
wish you too to have a Merry Christmas.”

He wrote her name and address in his notebook, and after the darkness
had fallen two servants appeared at the poor woman’s dwelling with two
heavy baskets filled with food. At the bottom of each was a banknote for
a considerable sum.

The child born on this day was Elizabeth, afterward Empress of Austria
and Queen of Hungary. In many countries it is regarded as a sign of
misfortune to be born on Christmas Eve, but the happy childhood of the
little princess had no foreshadowing of the experiences of her after
life. Most of her early years were spent at Possenhoffen, which her
father had bought some time before her birth. The great park and
surrounding forests were the child’s first playgrounds, and developed in
her sensitive soul a deep love of nature and of freedom.

The Duchess’s chief concern was the education of her eldest daughter, of
whom she had great hopes. Helene was nearly four years older than her
sister and was the favorite of the mother, whom she resembled both in
character and appearance. Overshadowed by her seemingly superior
talents, with no interest in books and ignorant of the requirements of
court life, Elizabeth—or “Sissi,” as she was called—grew up almost
unnoticed. She loved her sister with the enthusiasm of youth and with
the natural tendency of the ignorant to look up to those more clever
than themselves, but her father and brothers were dearer to her than
either sister or mother.

The little girl was the darling of the Duke. She had inherited his love
of nature, roamed about constantly with him through the mountains,
visiting the peasants’ huts, and learned to look at life and people
through his eyes. Her bringing up in no way fitted her for the high
station she was afterward to occupy. At the end of her fifth year she
was given a governess, but “Sissi,” though an unusually gentle and
lovable child, soon learned how to wind her teacher round her finger and
concerned herself little about study, for which she had no love. The
Empress used to declare that in her youth she was the most ignorant
princess in Europe, and the little she did know had been learned as she
sat on her father’s knee. But if not over-taxed with lessons, her
education in other branches was by no means neglected. The Duke was
determined that his children should be well developed physically, and
one of the best dancing masters of the time was summoned to Possenhoffen
to teach Elizabeth and her sisters to dance and carry themselves
properly. Even in her later years the Empress was an excellent walker
and famous for her easy, graceful carriage.

“Walking never tires me,” she said once to one of her attendants, “and I
have my father to thank for it. He was an indefatigable hunter and
wanted my sisters and myself to be able to leap and spring like the
chamois.” She also learned to swim and ride and dearly loved to sit a
horse and feel the wind blowing through her hair. She was never happier
than when riding about Lake Starnberg on her little pony, and in the
winter, when forced to stay in the capital, it was her greatest joy to
escape to the stables, where she would mount the most unmanageable
horses that could be found. One day while playing circus, as she often
did, she was thrown by a wild, full-blooded animal. Her governess
uttered a shriek of terror, but Elizabeth quickly rose to her feet,
neither frightened nor hurt, and laughingly besought permission to mount
the horse again, which the terrified governess refused to grant. The
happiest time in the whole year to her was when the warm spring days
made it possible for them to return to Possenhoffen and she could enjoy
unlimited freedom once more. She was passionately fond of flowers, and
it is still told among the Bavarian Alps how “Liese of Possenhoffen”
used to scramble about the wild unbeaten mountain paths to return at
last with her arms full of edelweiss.

Her father taught her to play the zither, and she often went with him on
long tramps among the Alps, stopping now and then for rest and
refreshment at some hut where they would play dance music on their own
instruments or on some they found there. On one occasion they had done
this in a remote region where the huntsman and his daughter were not
known, and the people gave the pretty child a piece of money in payment.
Elizabeth always kept it. “It is the only money I ever earned,” she once
said, when showing it to an acquaintance. There was never much pocket
money for her to buy presents with, and she used often to spend the
evenings knitting stockings for her mountain friends or sewing on some
piece of needlework. The country folk about Possenhoffen idolized the
little Liese, and when overtaken by one of the autumn storms she would
often take refuge in their huts, quite alone, and sit down by the fire
to chat and laugh with old or young. Her parents saw nothing amiss in
this. Duke Max liked nothing better than to enter into the lives of his
people, and when the mother was told how her daughter ran about with her
brothers or played the zither in hovels while the peasants danced she
but smiled indulgently, saying: “She is only a child. I will take her
education in hand later on.”

This free life at Possenhoffen taught the little Elizabeth to regard the
woods and mountains as her second home, and the most splendid halls of
the palace seemed small and stifling to her in comparison. It no doubt
exerted a marked influence on her later development, and possibly
furnished a clue to her character as Empress of Austria. Had her
childhood been different, she would unquestionably have been better
fitted for the position she was soon to occupy.




                              Chapter III
                    Betrothal of Princess Elizabeth


One of the first journeys Elizabeth made with her parents and sisters
was to Ischl. It was there that Franz Joseph’s parents were in the habit
of spending the summer months, and the two sisters, the Archduchess
Sophie and the Duchess Ludovica, had agreed to meet here in the Summer
of 1853. The five years that had passed since the Emperor’s accession to
the throne had been years of struggle and anxiety. Only a few months
before, he had been wounded by the dagger of an assassin. The internal
disorders of the Empire, however, had not prevented his name from being
linked with that of various European princesses,—reports which were
finally silenced by his clever and strong-willed mother, who swayed him
completely and had determined that a princess of her own house should
share her son’s double throne. This was natural enough. Both the
Wittelsbachs and Hapsburgs are among the oldest reigning families of
Europe, both have remained loyal to the Roman Catholic Church, and for
six hundred years alliances between them have been common.

The Archduchess had heard much of the talent and amiability of her
sister’s daughter Helene. She and the Duchess Ludovica were on the best
of terms and had already secretly decided on the marriage. It only
remained for the young people to meet and take a fancy to each other,—a
matter of some concern to the Emperor, who, though an obedient son, was
also a passionate admirer of the fair sex. It was certainly mutual
attraction that drew Franz Joseph and Elizabeth together, though there
are many tales told of how their betrothal came about. The following
account, however, is probably nearest the truth.

On the sixteenth of August, 1853, the Emperor went to visit his parents
at Ischl and meet Max Joseph’s family. As the travelling carriage rolled
along the dusty highway, his adjutant suddenly uttered a cry of
admiration:

“Look, your Majesty, look yonder!”

Franz Joseph drew out his field glass and caught a glimpse of a
beautiful child playing with a flock of goats on a meadow near by. The
next instant the road turned and the town appeared in sight.

An hour later he was sitting with his mother when a young girl burst
into the room, unannounced, with a bunch of wild roses in her hand. She
wore a short white frock, and a mass of silky chestnut hair fell in soft
waves about her slender figure. It was the same youthful beauty he had
seen from the carriage. It was the first time they had met, but she
recognized him at once from the portraits she had seen, and without a
trace of embarrassment approached and greeted him, saying heartily:

“How do you do, cousin?”

“Who are you?” inquired the Emperor, almost fearing lest the lovely
apparition might vanish before his eyes.

“I am Elizabeth!”

The smile in the wonderful blue eyes won his heart upon the spot.

A few hours later he was presented to the Princess Helene, who, if not
beautiful, was a bright, intelligent-looking girl with an air of great
distinction. Had not Franz Joseph seen Elizabeth first, Helene would
undoubtedly have become his Empress. The same day he was to dine with
his aunt and uncle. As he entered their hotel in Ischl, he heard two
voices from behind a half-closed door.

“I beg of you not to go out, Princess!” said one; “you know it has been
forbidden.”

“That is the very reason why I want to,” retorted the other in soft
girlish tones which he recognized; and the next moment Elizabeth stood
before him, all smiles and blushes.

“Why must you not go out?” he asked.

“Because I am only a child and am not expected to appear till my older
sister is married. It is all your fault, and I shall have to eat by
myself, too!”

“Princess, what are you thinking of?” cried the governess, who now made
her appearance, crimson with anger. “Pardon, your Majesty!” she added,
turning to the Emperor, “but I have had strict orders.”

Without heeding her, he offered his arm to the young girl.

“Let us go out together, cousin,” he said.

“No, no, I dare not!” she replied in alarm. “Papa would be furious.”

“Come back!” cried the governess, and taking advantage of her pupil’s
momentary hesitation, she drew her into the room and closed the door
with a low courtesy to the Emperor.

At the close of the meal Franz Joseph turned to the Duke. “I have a
favor to ask of my kind host,” he said. “Is it not the custom in Bavaria
for the children to come in after dinner? I would like to become better
acquainted with your second daughter, whom I saw for a moment at my
mother’s this morning.”

All exchanged glances, and there was a moment’s silence, as Duchess
Ludovica felt all her hopes for Helene slipping away. The Duke replied:

“It shall be as you wish, your Majesty,” and in a few moments Elizabeth
made her appearance, blushing and frightened.

Franz Joseph had not a high opinion of women as a rule. Young as he was,
he had already had some experience of them, but this lovely, innocent
child wrought a sudden change in him, and through the political clouds
that darkened the first years of his reign love flashed like lightning
into his heart. That evening the Archduchess Sophie gave a ball at which
both nieces were present. The court, suspecting that fateful events were
brewing, watched the Bavarian princesses curiously. The Archduchess
showed marked favor to Helene; the son devoted himself to both. When
during the cotillion he handed Elizabeth a magnificent bouquet of roses,
the interest increased. Would the mother yield to the son, or the son
give way to the mother?

Franz Joseph’s choice was already made, however, and at the close of the
ball he announced that he would have no one but Elizabeth for his wife.
The Archduchess’ surprise and chagrin at the failure of her cherished
plan knew no bounds, but she determined not to oppose her son’s choice.
She had wanted him to marry her other niece, hoping to rule her as she
did him; if the crown were to go to an immature child of sixteen instead
of her clever sister of twenty, no doubt it would be so much the easier.

At nine o’clock the next morning the royal carriage stopped before Max
Joseph’s door. The Emperor hastened up the steps, asked for an interview
with the Duke and the Duchess, and then and there made a formal request
for the hand of Princess Elizabeth. This was an affront to Helene that
neither her father nor her mother found it easy to endure, but the
suitor was persistent. If he could not have the one he loved, then he
would not marry at all, and at length they were forced to yield. Franz
Joseph wanted Elizabeth to be notified at once, but they would not
consent to force her in any way. She was still as much a child in heart
and feeling as in appearance, and when first told of the Emperor’s
wishes she clasped her hands in dismay, exclaiming:

“It is impossible! I am much too young!”

Love had entered her dreams, however, even if her heart was not yet
awakened. Franz Joseph’s impetuous wooing appealed to her impulsive
nature. She was attracted by his person and his temperament, and without
pausing to reflect, she joyfully promised to be his wife. The betrothal
took place on the Emperor’s twenty-third birthday, August 18, 1853.

Great were the public rejoicings when the news reached Vienna. The
glamour of romance that enveloped the affair appealed to the popular
fancy, and a thousand tales were woven about the lovely child who was to
be the bride of their young sovereign. Her pictures were scattered
broadcast throughout the Empire, and people were never weary of dwelling
on her beauty and the simple home life of her early days. During the
month that the betrothed pair remained at Ischl with their parents,
crowds flocked thither daily to gaze upon their future Empress, and
returned full of praises of her modesty and charm.




                               Chapter IV
                         The Wedding Ceremonies


On the twentieth of April, 1854, Elizabeth, accompanied by her parents
and her two oldest sisters, started on her bridal journey to Vienna.
Peasants from all the surrounding country thronged the streets of her
native city through which she passed, and, overcome with the grief of
parting, she stood up in her carriage and waved a tearful farewell to
the cheering crowds.

The steamboat _Stadt Regensburg_ conveyed the party from Straubing to
Liutz. Work was everywhere suspended as on a holiday, and nothing was
thought of but the coming of the long-awaited princess. At Liutz they
had to go ashore to change boats, and there Franz Joseph met them,
hurrying back to Vienna, however, so as to be there to welcome his
bride. The town was buried in flowers. A magnificent arch had been
erected. Bonfires burned on all the surrounding heights, while
torchlight processions, theatrical performances, and serenades concluded
the festivities of the day.

The next morning, April 22, the journey down the Danube was resumed. The
_Franz Joseph_, which carried them from Liutz to Mussdorf, was covered
with roses from stem to stern, the cabin hung with purple velvet, and
the deck transformed into a flower garden. It was a beautiful spring
morning. Banners waved from every roof and tower, and the river banks
were lined on either side with cheering throngs, eager to catch a
glimpse of their future Empress. What they saw was a slender,
white-robed figure hastening from one side of the vessel to the other
and bowing continually in response to the storms of greeting of which
she never seemed to tire.

Meanwhile, at Mussdorf, the landing place for Vienna, great preparations
had been made to welcome her. Since early morning crowds had been
flocking thither, waiting with imperturbable patience and struggling to
keep the places so hardly won. Near the bridge a pavilion had been
erected with a wide portico whose gilded turrets and cupolas gleamed
afar, and by noon it was filled with nobles, prelates, high officials,
and deputies from the middle classes. Stationed upon a terrace to the
right were the foreign ambassadors with their ladies; on the left sat
representatives from Vienna and other cities under the Hapsburg rule.
The weather had been threatening in the early part of the day, but
towards noon heavy gusts of wind scattered the clouds, leaving the
bluest of skies to welcome the bridal party. At half-past six the boat
touched the shore amid the booming of cannon, strains of music, and the
solemn pealing of bells. Franz Joseph hastened forward to embrace his
bride, closely followed by his parents, the Archduke Franz Karl and the
Archduchess Sophie, who embraced Elizabeth and then led her back to the
bridegroom.

At last came the long-awaited moment when Elizabeth, leaning on the
Emperor’s arm, entered the Austrian capital. From thousands of throats
came the shout, “Long live the Emperor’s bride!” The sound was so
overwhelming that Elizabeth stood for some moments by her lover’s side
as if spellbound; then, as her glance swept slowly over the excited
throng, she smiled charmingly and waved her handkerchief to the
delighted spectators. Many years have passed since that day, many
misfortunes have overtaken Austria and the house of Hapsburg, but
eyewitnesses are still living who remember that moment and tell of the
picture the fair young princess made as she then appeared in all her
exquisite loveliness.

    [Illustration: _EMPEROR FRANZ JOSEPH in his twenty-eighth year_]

The progress from Mussdorf to Schönbrunn was a continuous ovation. At
half-past seven they reached the gates of the old palace, where the
Emperor once more bade his bride welcome before leading her up the great
staircase, which was decorated from top to bottom with tropical plants
and flowers. On the following day the state entry into Vienna took
place. Every house had been decorated by loving hands, and the streets
through which the bride was to pass were perfect rivers of flowers. The
Elizabeth Bridge, which connected Vienna with the suburb of Wieden or
“An der Wien,” was opened that day and given the name of the Empress.[1]
Here the mayor and council of the city were stationed to welcome her.
About the eight statues of famous men which adorned the bridge,
thousands of rare shrubs and blossoms from the hothouses of Princes
Lichtenstein and Schwarzenberg, the fragrance of which filled the whole
town, had been effectively arranged. As far as the Corinthian gate
stretched a triple wall of citizens, and at short intervals young girls
stood strewing flowers.

The thunder of cannon and pealing of bells from every church tower in
Vienna and its suburbs proclaimed the starting of the procession. The
golden state coach was drawn by eight milk-white horses with tall white
plumes on their heads; the harnesses were covered with gold, and the
coachman, footmen, and postilions wore white wigs. On the back seat sat
the bride with her mother. Her dress was of red satin, embroidered in
silver, and over it she wore a white cloak trimmed with garlands of
roses. About her neck was a lace handkerchief, and in her beautiful hair
sparkled a circlet of diamonds, twined in which was a wreath of red
roses. Never had Elizabeth more fitly deserved the name so often given
her, never had she more perfectly looked “The Rose of Bavaria.”

Early on the morning of April 24, 1854, Te Deums were celebrated in all
the churches of Vienna and the august pair attended high mass in the
court chapel. By three o’clock in the afternoon the crowds about the
Hofburg and the Church of the Augustins, where the ceremony was
performed, were so great that barriers had to be erected to keep a way
clear for the coaches to pass. From all parts of the Empire and of
Europe guests had been pouring into the capital. On the preceding day
alone, seventy-five thousand strangers arrived, a most extraordinary
number for those days. Even the Orient—Alexandria, Smyrna, and
Salonica—sent representatives to the wedding.

The famous old Church of the Augustins was gorgeously decorated for the
occasion. Above the high altar rose a canopy of white velvet embroidered
with gold, under which were placed two prie-dieux, also of white velvet.
The walls and columns of the church were hung with damask and costly
tapestry and the floor was carpeted. From a hundred candelabra countless
tapers shed a soft but brilliant light. The Augustin Gallery, which led
from the inner apartments of the Hofburg to the church, was similarly
decorated and illuminated.

The marriage was to take place at seven o’clock in the evening. By six
every available space in the church was filled with invited guests. The
gay uniforms of the officers, the many-colored and picturesque court
dresses of the Hungarian and Polish nobles, the sparkling jewels of the
ladies, the gold-embroidered coats of the ministers and distinguished
guests, the red robes of the cardinals, the fantastic costumes of many
of the Oriental emissaries, all united to form a scene of incredible
magnificence.

At the appointed time Prince Archbishop Rauscher, the Emperor’s former
tutor, with more than seventy bishops and archbishops in their
gold-embroidered vestments, assembled in the sacristy. The master of
ceremonies informed his Majesty that all was ready, and the procession
entered the Augustin Gallery. First came the pages, stewards, and
gentlemen-in-waiting; next the privy councillors and high court
officials; then the Archdukes with their chamberlains; and, last of all,
the Emperor himself, in the uniform of a field marshal and wearing all
his orders. Directly behind the bridegroom came his mother, leading the
bride on her left. On Elizabeth’s left was her own mother, Duchess
Ludovica, and after them followed the ladies of the court led by the
Lord Chamberlain.

The bride of sixteen was radiant with all the beauty and happiness of
youth. Her wedding gown was of heavy white silk, richly embroidered with
gold and silver, over which she wore a loose garment of the same
material with long sleeves. A diamond clasp held the long veil of
Brussels point lace, and the bridal wreath of fresh myrtle and orange
blossoms was secured by a magnificent coronet of diamonds which her
mother-in-law had worn at her own marriage and given to Elizabeth as a
wedding gift. A diamond necklace encircled her throat, and upon her
breast she wore the Bavarian order of Theresa and the Austrian order of
the Starry Cross, together with a bunch of white roses.

The Emperor and his bride were met at the door of the church by the
Prince Archbishop, who sprinkled them with holy water, after which they
knelt on the prie-dieux while the other members of the two royal
families took their places. After a short prayer Franz Joseph and
Elizabeth advanced to the high altar, made their responses, exchanged
rings, and clasped hands. As the Archbishop pronounced the Church’s
blessing at the close of the ritual, a salvo of musketry sounded from
the regiment of infantry stationed on the Josephsplatz, and the next
instant the thunder of cannon proclaimed that Austria had an Empress and
Hungary a Queen.




                               Chapter V
                             First Troubles


At the time of her marriage Elizabeth was said to be not only the
youngest but also the most beautiful Empress that had ever sat on the
throne of the Hapsburgs. Her figure was tall and slender, her hands and
feet small and well shaped, her features regular and delicate. She had a
charming smile, wonderfully expressive dark blue eyes, a beautiful
complexion, and a mass of waving chestnut hair that fell about her, when
loosened, like a veil, and which she wore either hanging in eight heavy
braids or wound like a coronet around her head. With no experience of
the world and full of the confidence of youth, she looked forward to her
married life as one long holiday. Crowned with love, all hearts should
bow before her and she would be the good genius of her people.

But disappointment followed close upon the heels of the first
intoxication. If the lower classes were charmed with their Empress, this
was far from being the case with an aristocracy that claims to be the
most exclusive in Europe, and there were many at court who felt that
neither by age nor rank was this daughter of a non-royal Duke fitted to
be their sovereign. Instead of being welcomed with open arms, therefore,
she encountered only a wall of opposition and intrigue. Far from being
the brilliant centre of homage and admiration, as she had dreamed, she
was grieved and mortified to find those about her anxious only to
deprive her of the honors and influence that were her due. It was most
unfortunate that she should have been placed so early in a position
requiring the utmost tact and knowledge without having had any training
to fit her for it,—a poor bird that had left the home nest before it had
learned to fly! In Bavaria she had been a happy, care-free child,
beloved by every one and so full of the joy of life that she seemed to
carry with her wherever she went a breath of those woods and mountains
she so dearly loved. A Wittelsbach by both lines of descent, she had
inherited the characteristics of the race, their pride and independence,
honesty and courage, to a striking degree. Even these virtues, however,
were but so many dangers, since they made it difficult for her to adapt
herself to the rules laid down by court life. Her very youth and
freshness were out of place at Schönbrunn and the Hofburg. Her ignorance
and inexperience, which were well known in Vienna, made it seem probable
that she would prove an easy tool at court, provided she were only
amused and flattered sufficiently. But this error was soon discovered.
With the peculiarities of her race she had also inherited their marked
mental gifts, and young as she was, her mind was quick to grasp whatever
interested her and to choose or reject with certainty.

Such a nature could not but rebel against the restraint and monotony of
court life. Its pomps and ceremonies wearied her from the first, and
little as she resembled Marie Antoinette in other ways, she hated
etiquette even more than did that unfortunate Queen. The court of
Vienna, which had lived by its conventional usages from time immemorial,
regarded as natural and necessary the forms that Elizabeth considered
ridiculous and childish. She once aroused a storm of indignation by
refusing to appear at the customary state breakfast, which consisted of
various hot dishes, and ordering some bread and sausage and a glass of
Munich beer to be brought to her in her own apartments. On another
occasion, when presiding at one of her first court ceremonials, she took
off her gloves, contrary to all custom and tradition. An elderly court
dame hastened to remind her of her mistake.

“Why should I not?” inquired the Empress.

“Because it is against the rules of etiquette,” was the answer.

“Then in future let it be proper to break the rule!” she declared.

No young husband could have been more devoted than Franz Joseph was to
the bride he had found for himself without the aid of ambassador or
envoy. “I am beloved as if I were a lieutenant, and as happy as a god!”
he wrote to a friend just after the wedding.

And Elizabeth did truly love him, but not as he did her. In spite of the
intensity of feeling that showed itself in after life, there was a
certain inborn coldness in her nature that made it impossible for her to
share his ardor or to understand him always. But it often taxed his
devotion and patience to reconcile this freedom-loving child of nature
to the restraints and obligations of her new position, and he was many
times called upon to make peace between the older court ladies and their
young mistress. He would gladly have loosened her bonds somewhat, but
dared not introduce new ways and customs.

The Archduchess Sophie had hitherto reigned supreme at court. She was a
remarkably clever woman, and all through the first difficult years of
her son’s reign had proved a valuable support to him, and acquired an
influence which she had no intention of surrendering into the hands of
her seventeen-year-old niece. Two women, though of the same blood, could
scarcely have been more different. The Archduchess was ambitious and
worldly; the Empress cared nothing for place or power. Sophie was
completely under the influence of the priesthood; Elizabeth worshipped
God in nature, but avoided all religious ceremonies and hated priests.
The older woman expected to find it easy to govern this child who had so
unexpectedly received the imperial crown, through her vanity and
inexperience, but finding herself mistaken, she resorted to other means.
Elizabeth, as we have seen, had come to Vienna full of hopes and dreams,
expecting naturally to occupy the first place in her husband’s life and
court; but every attempt to assert her right as Empress was deliberately
set aside by the Archduchess, who crushed her hopes and dispelled her
dreams with a cruel hand, regardless of her feelings.

As for the court, “Madame Mère,” as she was called, was a power whose
friendship it was prudent to possess. It was believed, moreover, that
Franz Joseph, whose fickleness and susceptibility in matters of the
heart were well known, would soon tire of his young wife. Elizabeth’s
inexperience made it impossible for her to battle successfully with
court intrigues, and it was plain that the mother-in-law would be
victorious in the struggle between them. The Emperor always treated his
wife with the greatest care and consideration, but misunderstandings
gradually arose between them, fostered by wounded pride on her side and
on his by the Archduchess Sophie’s constant efforts to lower her in the
eyes of her son. Dearly as she loved Franz Joseph, Elizabeth held
herself more and more aloof from him for fear of seeming the troublesome
child her mother-in-law called her, and an expression of quiet sadness
grew upon her. But there were moments, too, of hot revolt against the
cold, selfish world in which she lived, and these did not mend matters
for her. Rash and thoughtless, she struggled against this unceasing
persecution. She treated the Archduchess’ followers with marked disdain
and gave her confidence to others who deceived and betrayed her.




                               Chapter VI
                          Travels and Sorrows


Nothing had been originally farther from the wishes of the young Empress
than to fill her throne in solitary state, surrounded only by a few
chosen families of noble birth. What she most wanted was to go about
among the people and get acquainted with her new subjects, and during
the early part of her married life she was often seen in the streets of
Vienna. Wherever she went crowds gathered, struggling and pushing
good-naturedly to get as near a view of her as possible. One day she
went out to walk, accompanied only by one of her ladies-in-waiting and
without informing any one of her intention. On one of the principal
squares, seeing something in a window that attracted her, she entered
the shop, but on turning to go out again was unpleasantly surprised to
find hundreds of faces peering in at the door and windows, and it was
only with the aid of the police that she was able to reach the street
again. This incident excited the greatest disapproval at court.

“Her Majesty seems to imagine herself still in the mountains of Bavaria.
She forgets that she is the Empress of Austria and what she owes to her
husband’s position,” was whispered about her.

Discouraged at the result of her attempts to mingle with the people, she
thenceforth avoided appearing in public as much as possible, confining
her walks to the secluded portions of the palace gardens or the park
about Schönbrunn. But even this did not satisfy the court, which now
found fault with her for neglecting to show herself before the people on
every possible occasion. This hostility and opposition that met the
young Empress at every turn only made her retire the more within
herself, and really inflicted an irreparable wrong, for it developed in
her an inherited love of solitude that, once acquired, soon became too
fixed ever to be renounced.

Meanwhile the outlying portions of the Empire—Bohemia, Moravia, Galicia,
and Hungary—were waiting anxiously to welcome the imperial pair, and
soon after the wedding they began a series of short journeys.

In September, 1856, they made a visit to the Austrian Alps that is still
remembered and talked of even in the remotest mountain valleys. From
Heiligenblut, where they spent the night, the Emperor and Empress
climbed the Grossglockner. About four o’ clock in the morning, after
hearing mass in the little parish church, they began the ascent,
accompanied by two experienced guides, Elizabeth riding part of the way,
while her husband walked. During the walk he gathered a bunch of
edelweiss growing on a steep cliff and handed it to his wife, saying,
“This is the first edelweiss I ever picked.”

At the Wallner Hut, as it was then called, the Empress stopped to rest,
while Franz Joseph climbed to the lofty Glockner-saddle, and it was in
remembrance of this visit that the Wallner Hut received the name of
Elisabeth-ruhe. From there they went to Steiermark and thence to Gratz,
where they arrived on the eleventh of September, and where, as at all
other places, they were received with the greatest enthusiasm. In
November of the same year they visited the Italian provinces which at
that time formed part of their dominions. Owing to the political
disturbances of the period and the feeling of the Italians against
Austria, it was feared the sovereigns would meet with a cold reception;
but the “mistress of the Adriatic” had decked herself magnificently to
greet the young Empress. The streets and market-places were brilliantly
illuminated and gorgeous masked balls were given in her honor. All
hearts were won by Elizabeth’s beauty and charm of manner, and the
delighted Emperor said to her:

“Your smile has done more toward conquering the people than all my
armies have been able to accomplish!”

Franz Joseph, as we have seen, was a mere youth when his uncle, the
Emperor Ferdinand, abdicated in his favor and retired to Prague to end
his days. The young sovereign had scarcely ascended the throne when
rebellion broke out in Hungary, and unable to quell the disturbance
alone he was forced to seek aid from Russia. Czar Nicholas placed one
hundred thousand men at his disposal, and the revolt of 1848-1849 was
crushed with a firm hand. Countless towns, villages, and estates were
laid in ashes, and the country was left bleeding from almost incurable
wounds. The people bore their hard fate in sullen defiance, and five
years later, when the Emperor married, time had done little to soften
their hatred of Austria.

The pardon that Franz Joseph had granted on his wedding day to all
political offenders in his dominions formed one step toward
reconciliation, but the first real signs of a more friendly feeling were
due not to him but to the Queen. It was her smile that finally appeased
the wrath of the Hungarians, her beauty and goodness that laid the
foundation of more amicable relations between them and their sovereign.
She devoted herself assiduously to the study of their language, one of
the most difficult in Europe, interested herself in the art and customs
of the country, and showed such deep concern for their welfare that she
is said to have wept on occasions when her husband refused to grant
their wishes.

The reason for Elizabeth’s sudden and strong attachment to this hitherto
unknown country could have been only a psychological one. When she first
came to Vienna, she was impressed with the violent prejudice that
existed at court against the Hungarians. Each attempt of that
liberty-loving people to throw off their chains was regarded as a fresh
crime by the Archduchess Sophie and her adherents, and the Empress heard
much harsh criticism of her subjects beyond the Leytha. Her natural
perversity and independence, however, led her to investigate the matter
for herself, and she soon gained a very different idea of the
open-hearted, chivalrous Hungarians, whose natural character was so like
her own. Hoping to learn more of the inner life of the people by means
of the language, she began the study of it with a zeal and industry that
shrank from no difficulties till in time she acquired perfect mastery of
it even to speaking it like a native.

“Queen Elizabeth speaks our language without a trace of foreign accent,”
said the Hungarian poet, Maurus Jókai, “speaks it like a peasant woman
and without any of the affectation common with most of our court
ladies.”

Her first teacher was an old professor named Homokh, with whom she
learned the grammar and to read easily. But this did not satisfy her.
She wanted a thorough knowledge of Hungarian literature and engaged as
her instructor Dr. Max Falk, at that time a journalist in Vienna. His
methods were far less tedious than those of Homokh, and she began to
read the best passages of Scripture, together with a history of the
people. He also gave her for translation into Hungarian the French
correspondence between Joseph Second of Austria and Catherine Second of
Russia, published by Arnath, a task she found most delightful. Her tutor
was charmed with her enthusiasm and the accuracy with which she
performed her duties as pupil. One morning as she handed him her written
translation, she said:

“All day yesterday my time was taken up with audiences, and in the
evening there was a court concert. After that I was so tired I went
directly to bed, but no sooner had I lain down than I remembered my
Hungarian translation had not been written. So I tore a leaf from the
almanac that lay on a table beside my bed and did it there. Excuse the
pencil.”

It was not until May, 1857, however, that she made her first visit to
Hungary. Her arrival was hailed with enthusiasm, and the young Queen was
everywhere greeted with shouts of joy. An extensive tour of the country
had been planned by the sovereigns, but a sad event forced them to
abandon it.

The Emperor and Empress had two children at this time, the little
Archduchesses Sophie and Gisela. Scarcely had the court established
itself in the royal palace at Ofen when word was received of the illness
of the two-year-old Sophie. The physicians’ first reports were
reassuring, but on reaching Debreczin, May 28, the despatches announced
a change for the worse. The anxious parents hastened back to Budapest,
where on the next evening they heard that their oldest child was dead.

Elizabeth left Hungary with tears in her eyes. Her first great sorrow
had befallen her on her first visit among the Magyars, and it may have
been that grief attached her still more closely to this people whom in
after years she loved so well and by whom she was adored as a sovereign
and reverenced as a guardian angel.




                              Chapter VII
                      Birth of Crown Prince Rudolf


Not only the Emperor and his family but the whole nation were anxious
for an heir to the throne, and the disappointment was great when on May
5, 1855, the Empress gave birth to a daughter, who was called Sophie
Dorothea, after the Emperor’s mother. Elizabeth was too young and
inexperienced to understand this, though she could not fail to read the
evidences of it in the faces of those about her. Still greater
dissatisfaction greeted the birth of a second daughter, Gisela, in July,
1856. This daughter was married in 1873 to Prince Leopold of Bavaria,
second son of the present Prince Regent.

The Empress looked forward to her maternal duties with the greatest
happiness, and asked nothing more than to devote herself to her
children. But even this was not to be allowed her. The Archduchess
Sophie had the little girls removed almost immediately to a remote wing
of the Hofburg, leaving the young mother alone in her splendid
apartments, where she had always felt herself so much a stranger.
Involuntarily she compared her lot with that of her mother, the mistress
of Possenhoffen, whose busy life was filled with work and noble
sacrifices for her flock of children, while the Empress of Austria had
nothing left her but to preserve her beauty and exhibit her toilettes.
The importance of providing the Empire with an heir was impressed upon
her so constantly that she was puzzled and asked her own mother once in
a moment of confidence:

“If I should have no son, do you suppose that Franz would follow
Napoleon’s example and cause our marriage to be annulled?”

“Do not think of such things, my child,” replied the Duchess. “You know
that Franz loves you devotedly.” Then she continued: “There are two
sorts of women in this world,—those who always get their own way and
those who never get it. You seem to me to be one of the latter. You have
great abilities and do not lack character. But you have not the faculty
of stooping to the level of your associates, or adapting yourself to
your environment. You belong to another period, that in which saints and
martyrs existed. Do not attract notice by being too obviously the first
or break your own heart by fancying yourself the latter.”

At last, shortly before her twenty-first birthday, her dearest wishes
were gratified, and on August 21, 1858, a son was born to the imperial
pair, a beautiful child though somewhat delicate, in whose cradle the
delighted father hastened to lay the Order of the Golden Fleece.

The next morning the good news was carried by telegraph to every corner
of the world, a salute of a hundred and one guns was fired from all the
fortresses in Austria and Hungary, and the signal was echoed from a
million throats, while public enthusiasm was still further increased
when the Crown Prince, at his christening, received the name of his
great ancestor Rudolf of Hapsburg. The popularity of the Empress was at
once restored. Her enemies were silenced, her mother-in-law contented,
and she herself for a time was happy.

“No one has seemed to need me until now,” she declared pathetically,
“not even my little girl whom they keep from me as much as possible. But
I will not permit my boy to be taken away and given to the care of
strangers. He will need me and we will be happy in each other.”

Again, however, she was mistaken. Rudolf was installed as soon as
possible in a remote part of the palace, the Archduchess insisting that
it was not suitable for the heir to a great empire to be brought up by a
young mother who as yet did not even know how to conduct herself. When
Elizabeth begged to be allowed the care of her own child and dwelt on
the comfort it would be to her, her mother-in-law declared indignantly
that it was absurd to talk of the need for comfort when she had
everything in the world to make her happy. From Sophie’s point of view
indeed this was perhaps true, but Elizabeth was of a different stamp,
and no outward luxury could make up to her for disappointed hopes or an
empty heart. Matters grew still worse for her when in the Summer of 1857
the Emperor’s second brother, Ferdinand Maximilian, married Charlotte,
the daughter of King Leopold First of Belgium. This aspiring princess
attached herself at once to the court party and became a great favorite
with her mother-in-law.

Meanwhile heavy clouds were gathering on the political horizon. Among
Franz Joseph’s Italian subjects the ferment was strongest, but
throughout the whole Empire there was great discontent. It was well
known that the Archduchess Sophie held the reins of power, and that it
was she who declared war or concluded peace,—a state of things that
caused much opposition in diplomatic circles, while all classes united
in condemning this so-called “petticoat government.”

When the war with France and Sardinia broke out in 1859, it was less a
question of the country’s incontestable rights than of the maintenance
of the power of the Jesuits. Elizabeth plainly saw the mistake her
husband was making in allowing himself to be guided so much by his
mother in political matters and longed to use her influence with him to
prevent it, but she was powerless. No one asked her advice, no one cared
for her opinion; so she held her peace. While Franz Joseph was fighting
at Solferino and his mother corresponded with foreign courts or held
long conferences with statesmen and diplomats, the Empress had to
content herself with visiting wounded soldiers and officers from the
Italian battlefields. Like an angel of mercy she went about among the
hospitals, tasting the food that had been prepared and distributing
money and cigars. Her gentle words of pity and cheer carried the more
weight since they had none of the sanctimonious tone so common at that
time. The halo of piety with which the Archduchess Sophie enveloped all
her actions was most distasteful to Elizabeth, who did not attempt to
conceal her dislike of the clergy.

Once at a court ball, her train became entangled around the feet of the
papal nuncio, who happened to be standing near. With an angry glance the
Empress jerked it toward her with such force that the prelate barely
escaped a fall,—a scene that was the cause of much suppressed merriment,
for it was well known that Her Majesty would quite as gladly have
deprived him of his influence at court as upset his person in the
ball-room.




                              Chapter VIII
               Elizabeth’s Illness and Sojourn in Madeira


The estrangement between the Emperor and Empress gradually increased.
Affairs of state, the distractions of court life, together with Franz
Joseph’s growing disposition to return to the habits and pleasures of
his bachelor life, all tended to widen the breach between them. The
Emperor was naturally kind and affectionate, but he also had weaknesses
which on closer acquaintance proved him to be far from the ideal
character his young wife had imagined. She was too proud to stoop to
unworthy means to retain his attachment for her, and her increasing
sadness and reserve as well as her disinclination to take part in the
festivities of the court, only wearied and helped to estrange him the
more, as he felt in it a silent reproach.

Elizabeth had expected to find complete happiness in his love, and her
solitary position at court in an atmosphere so hostile had made her
cling yet more closely to this hope. By this time, however, reality had
dispelled this illusion. She did not feel that she had lost her power
over him or even his love, but her faith in him was shaken and her
confidence destroyed. To be pitied was unendurable to the proud daughter
of the Wittelsbachs. She hid her disappointment from the world and
retired more and more within herself. At length her health began to give
way. She struggled bravely against her growing weakness, but was finally
seized with an illness which her physicians could neither understand nor
cure. After repeated consultations it was decided that her lungs were
affected, and a journey to Madeira was advised, that place being at the
time regarded as the most favorable one for troubles of that kind. For a
long time she refused to follow their advice, but finally early in the
year 1861 she consented to go. Those who saw her start doubted whether
she would ever return, and she herself had little hope of regaining her
health.

She left Europe wrapped in mist and cold. When she landed in Madeira, a
week later, she was greeted by blue skies, brilliant sunshine, and
tropical vegetation. The villa she was to occupy was charmingly
situated, with wide verandas, terraces overlooking the sea, and a chain
of mountains stretching behind it. Under these new conditions the
Empress began at once to improve and by the first of March was able to
make daily excursions about the island, which was now ablaze with
flowers. She even grew to look upon her illness as a deliverer. It had
enabled her to escape from the oppression of court life, and the quiet
solitude taught her patience and gave her strength to bear the trials
still in store for her. She lived over the struggles of her life at
Vienna, so different from the happy days of childhood in her peaceful
Bavarian home, the memory of which, together with the tales and legends
she had heard at her father’s knee, returned so often and so vividly to
her mind.

She rose early every morning, studied, and practised her music, wrote
daily letters to her husband and her parents, and took long walks upon
the shore. Once during her stay on the island she had a visit from her
sister Helene, who had married the Prince of Thurn and Taxis. Vessels
rarely stopped there, and her life was most uneventful; but nature,
which she had always loved, now became doubly dear. It was there too
that she discovered a new interest in the world of poetry, and books
soon became like friends to her. In the long solitary evenings she would
take refuge in them from the restless longings of her heart and forget
for the time her cares and troubles. Meanwhile, in Vienna, news of the
Empress’ death was daily expected, but instead came word that her cough
grew better, and at last it was announced that the climate of Madeira
had done its work and she would be allowed to come back after a stay of
four months.

On the way home in the middle of May a frightful storm arose, and the
yacht _Victoria and Albert_ (which had been loaned her by Queen Victoria
of England for the return voyage) was tossed about like a nutshell on
the angry sea. The Empress, however, refused to leave the deck in spite
of all entreaties and the mountainous waves that threatened to sweep her
over the side of the vessel. She even had herself fastened to the mast
that she might safely enjoy the wonderful spectacle. On the eighteenth
of May she was met off Trieste by the Emperor, who had come out on a
warship to welcome her with an escort of five steamboats carrying
notables and citizens with bands of music. At ten o’clock a shot from
the castle announced the approach of the flotilla, and amid thundering
salutes from batteries and warships the Emperor and Empress entered the
harbor and landed near Miramar, the pleasure palace built for Archduke
Maximilian, afterward Emperor of Mexico. A celebrated painting depicts
the meeting between the young Archduchess Charlotte and Elizabeth on the
great marble terrace overlooking the sea.

At Baden Elizabeth saw her mother-in-law and children again, and five
days later the imperial pair entered Vienna, the railway station of
which was decorated with flowers in honor of the occasion. They drove to
the palace in an open carriage amid the cheers of the populace, whose
joy over the Empress’ recovery found further expression the following
day in praise services held in all the churches of the city.




                               Chapter IX
                    The Empress’ Flight from Vienna


Elizabeth’s sojourn in Madeira did not bring the permanent improvement
that was hoped for. A few weeks after her return to Austria the cough
returned, and fearing that the nature of her illness had been mistaken,
her parents’ physician who had had the care of her in her youth was sent
for. He decided that she was suffering from acute indigestion and that a
change was imperative. This time the place of resort chosen was the
island of Corfu, where she arrived safely soon afterward, accompanied by
her physician. The Empress was charmed with the villa that had been
secured for her, about half an hour’s drive from the capital. It was
surrounded with gardens and large grounds, and in a shorter time even
than at Madeira she began to show the beneficial effects of the climate.

Not far from the house was the mountain Aja Kyriahi, on the summit of
which stood a small church surrounded with cypresses. Every morning
before sunrise she climbed to this spot, and whenever in after years she
came back to Corfu she always visited it.

At the end of two months her health was quite restored, and toward the
close of October she left for Venice, where she held her court that
Winter. Her return to Vienna the following August, after a sojourn in
the Tyrol, was the occasion for almost as much enthusiasm as on her
wedding day, the people everywhere showing the most touching proofs of
their sympathy and devotion.

But again her stay in Vienna was destined to be of short duration, for
after the lapse of a few weeks, unexpectedly and without confiding her
intentions to any one, she left the capital, to seek refuge in travel
from the troubles and complications of her position there. The Emperor
followed to try and bring about a reconciliation, but she refused to
meet him, and he returned at length to Vienna weary and disheartened.
With her capacity for loving and her pride Elizabeth must have suffered
intensely from the slights and disappointments of her married life, and
fresh persecutions on the part of her mother-in-law, who had already
succeeded in estranging her husband and children from her, no doubt led
her to this step.

Months went by, and still the Empress continued her wanderings. There
was a general feeling of sympathy for the Emperor, but in spite of this
many began to take the part of his young wife, and when the Archduchess
Sophie condemned her too harshly, believed that had it not been for
“Madame Mère,” her daughter-in-law would never have gone away. The
estrangement lasted for several years, but Elizabeth, at the urgent
entreaties not only of the court but of her own family, agreed to return
to Vienna once or twice a year to fulfil the state duties required of
her. She remained no longer than necessary, however. The joys of travel
had become too dear to her, the constraints of court life too irksome.

Franz Joseph meanwhile was growing more and more unreconciled to this
state of affairs. The health of the Crown Prince was causing some
anxiety, and his Majesty was urged to make his peace with the Empress.
Elizabeth accordingly was approached by her mother, the Duchess
Ludovica, for whose opinion she had the greatest respect, and who
finally convinced her that it was her duty to go back to her children.
Time and loneliness too had softened the bitterness of her feelings and
awakened a mutual desire for reconciliation. Outside events also helped
to bring about the reunion. Misfortune had overtaken Austria: the war of
1866 had driven the Hapsburgs from Italy and Germany, and Elizabeth,
roused to sympathy, turned her face homeward, feeling that her place was
with the Emperor and his people. Though still young in years her sorrows
and trials had robbed her of her youth, and she came back a woman strong
and self-reliant, caring little for court life, but devoting herself to
hospital work among the wounded soldiers with an energy and
self-sacrifice that earned her the reverence of all. Day after day she
spent at the bedsides of the suffering, speaking to each in his own
language and seeking to satisfy his wants. One man, named Joseph Feher,
had refused to have his arm amputated, but the Empress begged him so
earnestly to consent to the operation that he finally yielded, and she
wrote to his mother that she would have her son taken to the palace of
Laxenburg and provide for his future. Another day she came upon a
soldier whose head had been so nearly severed that the physicians had no
hope of saving him. Sitting down beside him, she asked if he had any
last requests that she might fulfil for him. In a faltering voice he
answered:

“Since I have had the happiness of seeing the Empress at my death-bed,
there is nothing left to wish for in this world. I die happy!”

Wherever she appeared the weakest tried to lift themselves at her
approach. Arms were outstretched to touch her as she passed, and when
she left, there was a general murmur of—

“God bless our Elizabeth!”




                               Chapter X
                       The Coronation in Hungary


Again the Archduchess Sophie’s schemes for the house of Hapsburg proved
disastrous, and Franz Joseph’s eyes were opened at last to the fact that
her sway had been as unfortunate for the country as it was fatal to his
domestic happiness. In these bitter days of defeat and humiliation he
learned to value the Empress at her true worth. She now became his real
companion. In the latter years of her life he often consulted her in
regard to affairs of state, and she might have exercised a much greater
power in politics had she so desired. But the only matter of government
in which she ever cared to have a voice was in regard to Hungary, in
whose welfare she always felt the deepest interest. After the Austrian
losses in 1866 she once said to Count Julius Andrassy:

“It distresses me to have things go wrong in Italy, but if anything were
to happen to Hungary it would kill me!”

One Summer while visiting some baths, she climbed a near-by mountain on
the summit of which a small chalet had been built. As they entered, her
companion, seeing a visitor’s book on the table, wrote in it “Elizabeth,
Empress of Austria.” Thereupon her mistress drew off her gloves and,
taking the pen, added in Hungarian, “Elizabeth, Queen of Hungary.”

This mutual attachment proved a valuable safeguard during the war of
1866, when the Prussians threatened to advance on Vienna. It was thought
safest for Elizabeth and the little Crown Prince to retire to Budapest,
where she was received with an enthusiasm little short of Maria
Theresa’s memorable reception. There is no doubt that the devotion of
the people to the Queen was largely instrumental in bringing about a
better feeling between Austria and Hungary, while still another proof of
this devotion was their special request that she might be crowned
together with the King, an event that had never before occurred in the
history of the country.

It was not until the eighth of June, 1867, however, that the coronation
took place. The ancient city of Pressburg had been the scene of all
former coronations, but on this occasion the ceremonies were to be held
for the first time in Ofen and Pesth, or Budapest, as it is now called,
which had been made the capital in 1848. The city is one of the most
beautifully situated in all Europe. On an almost perpendicular rock
stands the royal castle, an imposing structure of great antiquity, and
at its foot, surrounding it on three sides, lies Ofen. The flat and more
modern town of Pesth is to the left, and beyond it extend boundless
plains.

Both cities were in gala attire to welcome the sovereigns. In every
direction as far as the eye could reach was a sea of waving flags and
pennants, and on the spire of the Rathshaus gleamed a huge crown of St.
Stephen. The evening before the ceremony was to take place Franz Joseph
and his wife made a visit to the cathedral, which had been magnificently
decorated for the occasion, and were greeted everywhere with the wildest
enthusiasm. As they were about to leave the church an old man fell from
a ladder on which he had perched himself in order to obtain a view of
“the good Queen of Hungary.” Elizabeth, who saw him fall, hastened at
once to his assistance,—an act that called forth renewed cheers when it
reached the ears of those outside.

The town was crowded with Magyars from all parts of the kingdom, and
sixty thousand troops lined the streets from the railway station to the
royal castle, a distance of six kilometres. It was a most brilliant
sight as the procession wound slowly down from the castle and crossed
the bridge. Franz Joseph made a stately and imposing figure in his crown
and coronation robes, but Elizabeth was the centre of all eyes. The
sides of the coach were of glass so that she could be seen from all
directions. It was surmounted by a large crown and drawn by six
magnificent white horses, their long manes and tails interwoven with
gold. Elizabeth at this time was in the prime of her majestic
loveliness, having not yet reached her thirtieth year, and was
considered the most beautiful princess in the whole civilized world.
Deafening “Eljens” greeted her all the way to the cathedral, cannon
thundered, and white-clad maidens showered roses in her path.

Immediately behind the Queen followed a mounted escort of two hundred
young nobles in the gorgeous costume of the Hungarian magnate, covered
with gold and precious stones. Their reins and stirrups were similarly
adorned, and over the left shoulder they wore a leopard skin. The King
and his suite had already taken their places in the cathedral when the
Queen entered. She wore a dress of white brocaded satin and a black
velvet bodice covered with diamonds. The coronation robe was also of
black velvet, bordered with white satin. About her neck was a Hungarian
necklace of diamonds, and on her head she wore the Hapsburg coronet that
had been made originally for Maria Theresa. It is composed entirely of
pearls and diamonds and is valued at three million gulden. While the
King was being crowned, she remained seated with clasped hands absorbed
in prayer, after which she in turn went through her part of the
ceremony. As she resumed her place upon the throne beside the Emperor
with orb and sceptre in hand, the whole assemblage joined in a mighty Te
Deum which re-echoed from the vaulted roof of the old church.

The coronation ceremonies and the enthusiasm with which she was
everywhere received made such an impression upon Elizabeth that she
could never afterward speak of them without emotion and always regarded
the occasion as one of the happiest times of her life.




                               Chapter XI
                     The Archduchess Marie Valerie


The years following the coronation in Hungary were without doubt among
the happiest of the Empress Elizabeth’s life. She interested herself in
the details of her children’s education, shared her husband’s
occupations and anxieties, and resumed her place at court with a dignity
and loftiness of purpose that completely silenced her enemies.
Conditions too had changed. The Archduchess Sophie had not only ceased
to be a ruling power, but was completely crushed by the death of her
second son, Maximilian, in Mexico, where he had been condemned to death
and shot in 1867, after he had reluctantly accepted the throne. His
unhappy wife, whose ambition was partly responsible for these tragic
events, became hopelessly insane and it fell to Elizabeth’s lot to
support and comfort the grief-stricken family.

The following year, April 22, 1868, another daughter was born to the
imperial pair at the royal castle at Ofen. It was the first time for a
century that a child of the royal house had been born in Hungary, and
the enthusiasm of the Magyars knew no bounds. All night the streets were
filled with excited throngs shouting “Eljens” for the King and Queen and
the new-born Princess.

The Archduchess Marie Valerie, as she was christened, became the
Empress’ favorite child. The two older ones had been kept away from her
so long that at first they were completely estranged and it required
much patience and devotion on her part to gain their affection and
confidence. The Crown Prince, who was ten years old at that time, was a
most interesting child and already a universal favorite, but under his
grandmother’s influence he had developed a mixture of wayward pride and
vanity that troubled his mother greatly and which she strove hard to
correct. Fortunately, however, Rudolf was tender-hearted and easily
influenced, and she succeeded at last to a large extent in overcoming
the evil effects of the adulation and flattery with which the little
heir had been surrounded. With Valerie she determined it should be
different, and from earliest babyhood her training and education became
the Empress’ chief care. She was a delicate child, and the mother
watched over her with a devotion that seemed almost like a reparation
for what she had failed to give her other children. She was present at
the lessons of the two elder ones whenever possible and took the
greatest interest in their education, repeatedly impressing on their
teachers that she did not want them favored or spoiled. She taught the
little girls to dance, and the first dance that Valerie learned was the
Hungarian Czardas. She tried to implant in them her own love for Hungary
and urged their tutors and governesses “to make them as little German as
possible.”

Christmas was the most joyful time in the year for the imperial family,
and Christmas Eve, being also Elizabeth’s birthday, was celebrated as a
double feast. There were always two trees, the smaller of which the
Empress decorated with her own hands for the children. She spent days
looking for appropriate gifts for them and the Emperor, as well as the
various members of the court, whose individual tastes she always tried
to gratify. One day, shortly before Christmas, Marie Valerie came to her
mother with a beseeching air and begged that the presents intended for
her might be given to some poor children. Much touched by the idea,
Elizabeth consented, and from that time there was always another tree
laden with gifts for the unfortunates.

The Empress adored flowers. During her rambles she would gather whole
armfuls, and even when riding would often spring from her horse to pick
wild flowers and fasten them to the pommel of her saddle. Her rooms were
always filled with them, and if any choice blossom chanced to please her
especially she would carry it at night into her own bedroom. “Mutzerl,”
as Marie Valerie was called, inherited this passion of her mother’s, and
almost as soon as she could walk she started little gardens of her own
at the different places where the court stayed in turn. She was her
mother’s constant companion and there was the most touching sympathy and
devotion between them. “Valerie is not only a daughter to me,” Elizabeth
once said, “but my best friend and companion.”

The Archduchess was remarkable for her simplicity and lack of
self-consciousness, as well as for her dignity and kindness of heart.
Elizabeth was a firm believer in the virtues of physical exercise and
had her daughter taught to ride, fence, and shoot; but Valerie did not
altogether share her love of long walks and rides. She had the
Wittelsbach love of art and literature, was devoted to poetry and even
as a child wrote verses of some merit. Remembering the mortifications
her own lack of education had caused her in her early married life, the
Empress took special interest in Valerie’s education. She had her taught
Latin and Greek, besides several modern languages, and shared her
studies as much as possible, often poring over some difficult passage in
Greek Scripture with her or learning by heart the most beautiful verses.
The young poetess looked upon her mother as her most valuable critic and
showed her all her poems which filled several volumes, deferring always
to the Empress’ judgment and finding in her praise her greatest reward.
She was devoted to both her parents, but as time went on became almost a
second self to her mother—the living token of the reconciliation between
herself and the Emperor, and a consolation for all her loneliness and
suffering.




                              Chapter XII
                         The Castle of Gödöllö


Not long after their wedding the Emperor and Empress visited an
exhibition of paintings in Vienna. Franz Joseph was anxious to purchase
some of them, but left the choice entirely to his wife, who went back
accordingly a few days later with one of her ladies and selected
twenty-four, every one of which when sent to the palace proved to be of
horses. Both at the Hofburg and at Schönbrunn her chief interest was in
the imperial stables, where she spent most of her mornings trying
different mounts. She loved exercise of all kinds, but riding was her
greatest delight and her skill and daring as a horsewoman were
remarkable. Authorities in these matters have declared that she outshone
any rider of her own sex, for she had a singular, almost hypnotic power
over horses, and even the most vicious ones would allow her to approach
and stroke them. Her slender wrists were like steel, and there was no
horse she could not ride when once she had made up her mind to do so.
Fear and fatigue were alike unknown to her, and she used often to
terrify the director of the riding-school in Vienna by asking him to
send her one or two of his wildest specimens to try. A cavalry officer
once expressed his surprise to the Emperor at his allowing the Empress
of Austria to spend so much time in the stables and make companions of
jockeys and circus riders. “Ah, my young friend,” replied the Emperor
kindly, “it is evident you do not know women. They usually do as they
please without waiting for our permission.”

Elizabeth never appeared to better advantage than when on horseback. Her
habit, which seemed as if moulded to her figure, was usually dark blue,
trimmed with fur. She also wore a low round hat and heavy riding-gloves,
but never a flower or bow or anything superfluous except a black fan,
which she carried in her hand or hung by a strap to her saddle.
Strangers generally supposed this was to protect her complexion, but her
friends were well aware that it was merely to guard herself from the
inevitable photographers who pursued her everywhere. “I hate being
photographed,” she once declared: “every time in my life that I have
been, something dreadful has happened to me.” She liked to attend to her
horses personally and visited them every morning, taking sugar and
carrots in her pocket for them, sometimes even going into their stalls
to pet or rub them down. At Schönbrunn she had a room the walls of which
were completely covered with pictures of horses. “Look,” she once said
to her Greek teacher when showing him this room, “all these are friends
I have lost. Many of them have died for me, which is more than I can say
of any human being. People would far rather have me killed.” She was
never so happy as when in the saddle, dashing through the forests of
Austria or the wide Hungarian plains. But these long rides also served
another purpose. On both sides of the house she had relatives whose
lives were darkened by the fatal inheritance of the Wittelsbachs; so it
was not strange that as she grew older her sensitive nature should have
brooded over the fear of developing the family disorder. To banish these
terrible fits of depression she would gallop for hours, insensible to
weather or physical exhaustion, sometimes drenched to the skin, and it
was only when she felt her horse quiver under her with fatigue that she
would slacken her pace.

Immediately after the coronation the Hungarians presented to their Queen
the castle of Gödöllö, situated in the depths of the forest, not far
from Budapest, and for many years it was her favorite residence. Here
there was nothing to break the peaceful seclusion but the plaintive
notes of the Zingaris’ violins. Here she was her own mistress, spending
long, happy, care-free days. She usually rose at four o’clock, and was
in the saddle from five till eleven, when she breakfasted. It was an
ideal country for riding, and she became familiar with every forest
pathway for miles around, often stopping at some camp of the Czikos to
chat with these half-savage Bedouins of the Hungarian Puszta, in whom
she felt the greatest interest. She brought them gifts of tobacco, and
was always welcomed with delight by these strange herdsmen.

But there were gay times also at Gödöllö in those days, when her husband
and children were there and the castle was full of guests. Her stag
hunts were famous, and the walls were covered with trophies of the
chase. “There is a tree at Gödöllö,” she once said to a companion, “who
is one of my best friends. He knows all my inmost thoughts, and whenever
I go back there I tell him all that has happened to me since we parted.”

Wherever she might be her thoughts turned longingly toward her beloved
Hungary, where she was happiest, and among whose romantic, impulsive
people she always felt most at home. All classes in Budapest adored
their beautiful Queen, who wore the national costume of the country and
lost no opportunity of remaining among them. Her courage, gentleness,
and open-hearted generosity made her universally beloved. She would go
about among the poorest and vilest quarters of the city, helping the
suffering and needy, quite unconscious of danger or fear. The wretched
creatures often little suspected who she was, but she was welcomed
everywhere as an angel of mercy, and could go unharmed where even the
police would scarcely venture.

One evening she was riding with a companion through the outskirts of
Budapest, and was just passing a hovel set back a little from the main
road when they were startled by hearing piercing shrieks from within.
The voice was that of a woman evidently in the greatest distress. On the
impulse of the moment they leaped from their horses, and rushing to the
door and bursting it open, found themselves in a low, dirty room, where
a huge ruffian of a man was dragging a woman about the floor by her
long, unbound hair, kicking her vigorously as he did so. Without a
moment’s thought Elizabeth dealt him a blow in the face with her heavy
hunting-crop, which so surprised the fellow that he dropped his victim
and stared at her in blank amazement. Elizabeth’s own astonishment was
still greater, however, when the ill-used woman arose and sprang at her
like a tiger, overwhelming her at the same time with the vilest abuse
for presuming to attack her husband. The Empress burst into a peal of
laughter, and taking a gold piece from her pocket she handed it to the
man, exclaiming: “Beat her, my friend. Beat her all she wants; she
deserves it for being so loyal to you.”




                              Chapter XIII
                         The Empress in Vienna


The year 1873 was a memorable one to Franz Joseph and Elizabeth. Their
eldest daughter, Gisela, was married, April 20, to Prince Leopold of
Bavaria in the Church of the Augustins, where the imperial pair had
celebrated their union nineteen years before. The bride was led to the
altar by her mother and left that same afternoon with her husband for
Munich. The Viennese overwhelmed the Archduchess with gifts and
entertainments, and the streets were lined with crowds eager to witness
the departure of the young couple.

A few days afterward, May 1, 1873, the Emperor and Empress opened the
World’s Exposition at Vienna, an event that was celebrated with all
sorts of festivities and made the occasion of a perfect jubilee. The
Exhibition was a great success as well as a source of pride to Austria,
as it demonstrated what the country could accomplish in the way of arts
and manufactures in a comparatively short space of time. Many of the
crowned heads of Europe came as guests to the capital. The old Emperor
William and his clever wife Augusta visited at the Hofburg and
Schönbrunn; Czar Alexander Second of Russia and King Victor Emmanuel of
Italy also came, as did the Shah of Persia and many others.

Elizabeth, however, cared little for people of her own rank. “Titles
mean nothing,” she declared; “they are only the trappings with which we
try to hide our nakedness; they do not change our real selves.” Little
to her taste as court ceremonies were, she bore her part in them with
ease and dignity and was always the centre of interest and admiration
wherever she went. Some years before the fall of the French Empire, the
Austrian sovereigns met Napoleon and Eugénie at Salzburg. The French
Empress was then at the zenith of her beauty, but Elizabeth with her
glorious eyes and hair and the wonderful charm of her personality did
not suffer by comparison with the Spaniard nor even with younger
princesses.

In 1873 the twenty-fifth anniversary of Franz Joseph’s accession to the
throne was celebrated with great rejoicings, the festivities culminating
in the evening by the triumphal progress of the imperial pair with the
Crown Prince through the streets of Vienna, which were brilliantly
illuminated and decorated and filled with cheering throngs. But even on
this occasion it was evident Elizabeth found it an effort to appear in
public, and she avoided the noise and confusion as much as possible. Her
growing reserve and dislike of self-display were taken as a personal
offence by the spectacle-loving Viennese and added to her unpopularity.
She was considered cold and proud and was taxed with heartlessness and
indifference, a fact of which she was well aware and which only added to
her melancholy.

She adored children, rich and poor alike, and at the close of the Vienna
Exposition took into her service a little Berber boy named Mahmoud, who
had acted as page in the Cairene house erected in the Prater by the
Khedive of Egypt and afterward presented to the Empress. Mahmoud adored
his mistress and she was exceedingly kind to him. When the climate of
Vienna affected his lungs and he fell ill with pneumonia, she nursed and
tended him herself, and he became the favorite playmate of the
Archduchess Valerie, greatly to the horror of the Austrian aristocracy.
Patience was not one of the Wittelsbach virtues, and so many false and
cruel reports were circulated about her in Vienna by careless tongues
that when Elizabeth was informed of the indignation she had aroused by
her kindness to Mahmoud she responded by having the two children
photographed together and the picture displayed in public. This act of
defiance naturally added to the number of her detractors, and many even
began to hint that the Empress’ restlessness and eccentricities were
certain signs of approaching insanity.

But there was still another reason for the Empress’ unpopularity in the
Austrian capital. Her husband’s German subjects keenly felt her lack of
sympathy with them and resented her unconcealed preference for Hungary.
It was even rumored that she intended to bestow all her Austrian
possessions upon the Magyars, but this was a rank injustice to
Elizabeth, for throughout the Empire, Austria as well as Hungary, there
was scarcely a charitable institution or cause that she did not aid or
support, nor a case of suffering and need that she did not attempt to
relieve. When Austria took possession of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 1878,
the Empress found a fresh field for her energies in caring for the
wounded soldiers and providing for the families of those who were
killed; and when cholera and smallpox broke out in Budapest, she
insisted upon accompanying the Emperor, who was obliged to go there for
the opening of the National Assembly, declaring that in time of danger
her place was at her husband’s side.

In 1879 Franz Joseph and Elizabeth celebrated their silver wedding, an
occasion not unmixed with sadness to them both, as they looked back on
the trials and disappointments of their married life. They had requested
that there should be no public observance of the day, and that the sums
contributed for that purpose should be given to charity. An exception to
this was made, however, in Vienna, where a great ovation had been
prepared for the imperial pair. On the spot where the Emperor had been
attacked by Libeny, the Hungarian, a church had been erected to
commemorate his fortunate escape, and this was to be formally dedicated
as part of the ceremonies of the day. The city was _en fête_, and crowds
had gathered to salute the Emperor and Empress as they drove to and from
the church. There was little in their appearance to suggest the storms
that had shaken their lives, for Franz Joseph was still in the prime of
his manhood and Elizabeth the youngest and most beautiful of
grandmothers (her eldest daughter Gisela had several children at that
time). The festivities, which lasted several days, concluded on the
twenty-seventh of April with an historical pageant, arranged by the
celebrated painter Hans Makart and carried out on the most magnificent
scale. Every class, institution, and province in the kingdom was
represented, and the various groups costumed with historical accuracy,
the whole procession making a most imposing spectacle as it moved slowly
along the Ringstrasse amid the deafening cheers of the spectators.




                              Chapter XIV
                    Marriage of Crown Prince Rudolf


Both Franz Joseph and Elizabeth were very proud of their only son, whose
winning ways and kindness of heart had made him wonderfully popular with
all classes. He had inherited his mother’s impatience of restraint as
well as her literary and artistic tastes, and, like her, cared little
for people of his own rank. His own intimate circle was composed of
poets, artists, and journalists, and he had an enthusiastic friend and
teacher in the celebrated naturalist, Brehm. According to the custom of
Austrian princes, he had been required to learn some trade and chose
that of printing, but he possessed a marked talent for writing and
published several books of real merit. He adored his mother, and the
relation between them was one of the closest confidence and intimacy,
but Elizabeth’s love for her son did not blind her to his faults, and
she fully realized that he had all his father’s youthful susceptibility
and love of pleasure. Both she and the Emperor were agreed as to the
necessity of his marrying early, not only to insure the succession, but
also because they hoped it would steady the rather wild and headstrong
young prince. Franz Joseph, however, had political advantages most in
mind in the choice of a wife for his son, while Elizabeth was chiefly
concerned as to his prospects of domestic happiness. She felt the
importance of his marrying some one with sufficient beauty and
intelligence to restrain his somewhat errant fancy and win his respect
as well as affection.

There were but few marriageable princesses in Europe at that time
(Rudolf was then in his twentieth year), and the Emperor’s choice was
far from satisfactory to Elizabeth, for it fell on the Belgian princess
Stephanie, a seventeen-year-old girl of very ordinary mind and not at
all attractive in appearance. Elizabeth had no liking either for King
Leopold Second of Belgium or his wife, an Austrian archduchess, who
played rather an unenviable role at her husband’s court, and bitterly
opposed the match; but the Queen’s sister, the Archduchess Elizabeth
(mother of the Queen Regent of Spain and a favorite cousin of the
Emperor’s) brought all her influence to bear in her niece’s favor, and
the Empress’ objections were overruled, Rudolf himself, meanwhile,
seeming to regard the whole affair with perfect indifference.

The wedding took place May 10, 1881. All through the festivities that
preceded the great event Elizabeth played her part perfectly as mother
of the bridegroom, though her cold and distant manner toward her future
daughter-in-law as well as the King and Queen of Belgium was only too
evident. Part of the ceremonies consisted of a state procession through
the streets of the capital, and during the whole progress she hardly
spoke once to Queen Henriette, who rode beside her, but sat erect,
bowing continuously in acknowledgment of the cheers of the populace,
with a look almost of absentmindedness on her lovely face. In the middle
of the marriage ceremony her self-control gave way completely, however,
and she burst into a violent fit of weeping. This was her last public
appearance in Vienna.

Gay, frivolous, and fond of admiration, Stephanie was a princess to
please the taste of the Viennese. Her arrival at court was hailed with
delight, and when on the third of September, 1883, a daughter was born
to the young couple, the public enthusiasm was a proof of their
popularity. A change in the relations of Rudolf and his mother after his
marriage was inevitable. Though he continued to make her his confidante,
she was not long in discovering that he was far from happy in his
marriage. Wretched over this unfortunate state of affairs and feeling
less at home than ever in the Hofburg, she now rarely visited Vienna,
sometimes spending only a few weeks there in the winter.

                 [Illustration: _CROWN PRINCE RUDOLF_]

She had never liked the Hofburg nor Schönbrunn, where the Emperor always
spent the spring months, and now determined to have a residence of her
own somewhere in the neighborhood of the capital. The spot chosen was
the beautiful park of Lainz, hidden from the public gaze by high stone
walls and further protected by a thick, impenetrable hedge surrounding
the gardens. During the two years that “Waldesruhe,” as she called the
Schloss, was being built it was rigidly guarded from intrusion of any
kind, and even after it was finished no one but the servants and the
family were allowed to enter the park or gardens. The building itself is
in the style of the Renaissance, the _façade_ adorned with balconies and
terraces which in the Empress’ time were always a mass of flowers. A
wide marble staircase covered with red velvet carpet led to the first
floor, which contained the apartments of the Emperor and Empress,
connected by a great salon or reception hall. Elizabeth’s spacious
sleeping chamber was on the corner, with two windows to the east and two
tall ones to the south, giving upon a balcony. The bed was placed in the
centre of the room, protected at the head by a large screen, upon the
reverse side of which was a painting of the Virgin Mary. A figure also
representing the Blessed Virgin stood in one corner, holding in her
hands a magnificent antique rosary. Opposite the bed was an exquisite
statue of Niobe, the pedestal buried in growing plants and lighted with
green incandescent lamps so arranged that as the Empress lay in bed she
could see no light in the room but the green glimmer that fell on the
Niobe. Breakfast was served on the balcony, which was like a flower
garden. Here too in later years she placed a favorite work of art, a
small reproduction of the marble statue of Heine made by the Danish
sculptor Hasselriis for her villa Achilleon at Corfu. Adjoining her
bedchamber and also giving upon the balcony was the Empress’ study,
filled with photographs of her family and friends, and a picturesque
litter of casts, sketches, bronzes, souvenirs of travel, and porcelain
vases filled with flowers. Over the great square writing-table hung a
striking portrait of her cousin King Ludwig Second of Bavaria. A fire
was always burning on the wide hearth, and the Emperor and Empress used
often to sit there together in the evenings watching the glowing logs
and talking over the events of the day. The guest chambers and
apartments of the Archduchess Marie Valerie were on the floor below, as
was the Empress’ gymnasium. Physical exercise was so necessary to her
that she always had a room fitted up in this way wherever she happened
to be staying.

Another favorite retreat of Elizabeth’s was Miramar, the Emperor
Maximilian’s palace, where for several years after his death she used to
make frequent visits. Built of the purest white marble, it stands on a
rocky promontory overlooking the sea, and near by is the pavilion used
as a residence by the Empress Charlotte when she returned from Mexico a
widow and hopelessly insane.

At the time Elizabeth was first sent to Corfu to recuperate, the beauty
of the country made a deep impression upon her, and her love for the
shores of Greece after repeated visits in later years decided her to
build a villa upon the island, the planning and furnishing of which
should reflect her own individual taste. Near the idyllic village of
Gasturi accordingly there rose the masterpiece of architecture which she
called Achilleon. It stands on a hill facing the sea, the slopes of
which are covered with olive and lemon trees and laid out as gardens on
wide terraces. The house contains one hundred and twenty-eight rooms,
filled with treasures of Greek and Pompeian art, and there are
accommodations in the stables for fifty horses. All the rooms are filled
with classic treasures. The Empress’ own apartments were entirely apart
from the rest of the building, with a private entrance so that she could
come and go at will. She used to rise at five and after her bath would
go for a walk, usually alone, with a book under her arm. The mornings
were devoted to study, the afternoons to long rambles. She knew every
road for miles about, but loved best to explore the steepest and most
dangerous mountain paths, the silent grandeur and beauty of the heights
seeming to soothe for a time the restless cravings of her spirit. At
nine she would retire after another bath in the marble basin which was
brought from the Villa Borghese in Rome. Heine’s Book of Songs was
always under her pillow, and often she would rise in the middle of the
night, unable to sleep, and wander about through the dark avenues. At
Achilleon, as elsewhere, she was most anxious to escape observation, and
a high wall of marble with a screen of olive trees hid the palace from
the public gaze. It was not people, however, that she disliked so much
as being the object of their curiosity.

“All I ask of people,” she often said, “is that they will leave me in
peace.”

She was always kind and gracious to the poor, and the peasants used to
kneel in the dust before her when she approached, calling aloud in their
melodious language, “O Queen of Beauty, may God bless thine every step!”
All heads were uncovered when she passed, and the children who watched
for her coming would run to meet her with their hands full of blossoming
orange and almond boughs. On the heights above Achilleon stood a
monastery where she often used to go and talk with the monks. She asked
one of them once if he ever went to the village.

“There is always the marketing to do,” he answered. “Man is but human,
and the body suffers from cold or hunger; but except for that, what
should one do in the village? It is far better and more beautiful up
here.”

“That is true,” said the Empress; “undoubtedly you have chosen the
better part.”




                               Chapter XV
                     King Ludwig Second of Bavaria


Through all her sorrows and troubles Elizabeth never lost her love for
her Bavarian home or for her own family, with whom she corresponded
regularly. For many years she was in the habit of spending part of every
summer at Possenhoffen, revisiting the scenes of her childhood and going
about among her peasant friends, who always spoke of her as “our
Empress,” forgetful of the fact that this title properly belonged to the
Queen of Prussia.

The years had brought many sorrows and misfortunes to Duke Max Joseph
and his wife. Their oldest son married an actress of doubtful
reputation. The Princess of Thurn and Taxis early lost her husband and
oldest child and was left with the burden of managing the vast family
estates. The third daughter, Marie, like Elizabeth, was elevated to a
throne at the age of seventeen, by becoming the wife of Francis Second,
King of the Two Sicilies; but barely a year later Garibaldi’s freelances
robbed her unworthy husband of his crown and made her a queen without a
country. A scarcely happier fate befell her sister Mathilde, who was
married at eighteen to Count Louis of Trani, a broken-down _roué_ who
afterward died by his own hand. Neither of these Princesses had seen
their husbands before their marriage.

Sophie, Duchess d’Alençon, the youngest of the five sisters, was very
beautiful and resembled the Empress Elizabeth in appearance, though not
at all in disposition, for those who knew her as a young girl describe
her as being full of animation and vivacity. She became engaged to her
cousin Ludwig Second of Bavaria a year after his accession to the
throne, and the betrothal met with general approval. He was a strikingly
handsome young man of twenty at this time, and so desperately in love
with his cousin that he had a bust made of her by a famous sculptor and
placed in his winter garden where he could always look at it. Just
before the wedding was to take place, however, he suddenly broke the
engagement without a word of preparation or explanation, because he
suspected that she was untrue to him. There is no doubt that the
Princess was the victim of a deliberate plot to rob her of the King’s
affection, but Ludwig made no attempt at reparation of any kind and his
behavior made a breach between him and Duke Max’s family which was never
healed.

Ludwig himself, fed by continual flattery and admiration and with a
morbid idea of his own dignity, was deeply injured by the supposed
faithlessness of his _fiancée_. In the first transports of his rage he
seized the bust of the Princess and flung it out of the window, dashing
it to pieces on the stones of the courtyard. Even at the beginning of
his reign he had shown signs of mental unsoundness, but from this time
he began to shun the society of his fellow creatures and lived a
solitary life. He would have nothing more to do with women, and except
for a few chosen companions would see no one. Even when obliged to
receive his ministers, he would hide behind a screen. The only exception
he made was in favor of his cousin Elizabeth, with whom he was a great
favorite in spite of his erratic ways, and who also was devoted to him
until his death. They were much alike in temperament as well as in
appearance, and he always looked forward to her arrival each summer at
Feldafing, near which was one of his favorite retreats, “Roseninsel,” a
small island shut in by dense shrubbery and lofty trees. In olden times
it had been the site of a heathen temple which was replaced later by a
Roman Catholic chapel. The gardens, which were laid out by King
Maximilian Second, were greatly enlarged and beautified by his son
Ludwig and are said to contain sixteen thousand of the choicest
varieties of roses, the perfume of which is wafted far out across the
lake. The Hermitage, a small villa in the Italian style, and the
gardener’s cottage are now the only buildings left in this wilderness of
flowers, so overgrown that it is almost impossible to approach the
little wharf where King Ludwig used to land from his yacht _Tristan_.
Here he collected all his favorite authors and spent long happy days
dreaming over them or working in the garden, and here too he and
Elizabeth would meet and pour out their hearts to each other, alone and
undisturbed.

After all, who can say with certainty where human reason ends and
insanity begins? “I am not sure,” the Empress once said, in speaking of
Shakespeare’s Hamlet, “that those persons who are called mad are not the
really wise ones.” King Ludwig’s eccentricities became so pronounced,
however, that in 1886 he was forced to resign the government and was
sent to Schloss Berg on Lake Starnberg under the care of a physician.
One June evening they went out to walk together as usual, and when,
after waiting in vain for their return, a search was made, the bodies of
both were found at length at the bottom of the lake. Elizabeth happened
to be staying at Feldafing when the catastrophe occurred and was deeply
affected by the King’s tragic death. She hastened at once to the castle,
and entering the room where his lifeless body lay, requested to be left
alone with it. For an hour her attendants waited, and at length, alarmed
at the delay, ventured to enter the apartment, where they found their
mistress stretched upon the floor, apparently lifeless. It was only with
the greatest difficulty that she was restored to consciousness, and when
at last she did open her eyes, she stared wildly about her for some
moments, then cried in a shaking voice: “For God’s sake, release the
King from the mortuary chapel! He is not dead—he is only pretending to
be so, that he may be left in peace and not tormented any longer.”

Ludwig’s body was carried back to Munich, where he lay in state, the
bier heaped about with wreaths and floral offerings, but on the breast
of the dead King lay a simple spray of jasmine, Elizabeth’s last gift to
her friend and kinsman.




                              Chapter XVI
                          The Empress’ Travels


Urged by her love of nature and of new scenes as well as by her inborn
restlessness, Elizabeth, as is well known, spent a great part of her
time travelling about incognito from place to place like any ordinary
tourist. She never tired of studying strange lands and peoples, and the
constant change and communion with nature calmed her tortured spirit as
nothing else could. “One should never stay indoors except when
absolutely necessary,” she declared, “and our homes should be so ordered
as not to destroy the illusions we bring in with us.” The sea had an
irresistible attraction for her, and she would pace up and down the deck
of her yacht for hours sometimes, ordering no one to speak to or
approach her. “The sea is my father confessor,” she used to say; “it
removes all my cares and troubles and has taught me all I know.” Her
yacht _Miramar_, on which she spent so much of her time, was elegantly
and conveniently fitted up with every comfort. On the deck was a large
round pavilion of glass commanding a view of the sea in all directions,
for her use in wet weather, but the Empress’ favorite spot was the after
deck, which was shut off from the rest of the yacht with sail cloth so
that there should be nothing to interfere with her outlook over the sea.

She usually travelled under the name of Countess of Hohenembs, her
Majesty’s thirty-eighth title in the Court Calendar. She loved to
explore strange, out-of-the-way places, and displayed wonderful
enthusiasm and endurance as a traveller. Of all lands, however, she
loved the East the best. Her favorite cities were Tunis, Algiers, Cairo,
and Alexandria, and she was the first European sovereign to visit Troy.

Her talent for languages was remarkable. Besides German and Hungarian,
she had mastered French, English, and Greek, and had a fair knowledge of
Latin. She never cared to learn Italian, indeed she had the greatest
dislike to everything pertaining to Italy, having been subjected to
several outrages at the hands of the people of that country. She had
narrowly escaped death at Trieste in the early eighties, when a bomb was
thrown into the citadel where she was staying.

Owing to the Empress’ reluctance to appear in public, her features were
not generally known in Austria, a fact which led to many absurd
situations. One day when taking the train at Mödling she sent her
servant to order the station-master to have the train stopped at a small
station near her palace at Lainz. Seeing that the train was about to
start, she called to the guard: “Tell that man in the black coat to make
haste!” Whereupon the officer bawled out, “Here, hurry up, you! or else
your good woman will go off and leave you!” evidently taking the Empress
for the horrified servant’s wife. It was not always easy to preserve her
incognito on her travels, though she made every effort to do so because
of her keen enjoyment of the adventures which it brought about.

In her younger days she used to spend much time in Scotland and Ireland,
where she delighted in the hunting. During one of these visits in
Ireland the fox she was pursuing sprang over the wall of Maynooth
College, near which the chase had led her, and dashed across the
exercise ground where the students were sauntering peacefully about.
Great was their amazement the next moment when the wall was also cleared
by several hounds and a horsewoman on a magnificent hunter, who had
evidently followed the fox through a pond, for she was dripping wet. The
fox was quickly captured, and the rider dismounted and asked to see the
head of the college, to whom she explained her identity, requesting to
be shown to a room where she could change her clothes. No feminine
garments were to be found, however, in a seminary for young priests and
she was forced to borrow one of the doctors’ cassocks. While her clothes
were drying she invited the professors to have tea with her, charmed
them all with her graciousness, and caused much merriment by her comical
appearance and lively descriptions of her adventures.

Once while in Amsterdam, where she occasionally went to be treated by an
eminent specialist in nervous disorders, she entered a toy shop to buy a
doll, saying to her companion:

“I am sure my granddaughter will be delighted when she gets this.”

The shop-keeper, thinking it impossible that this slender,
youthful-looking person could be a grandmother, made some remark to that
effect.

“Oh, yes, I have four grandchildren,” said the Empress, “and to prove it
I will come again soon and buy some toys for the other three. You may
send them to my daughter, the Princess Gisela in Munich.”

The poor shop-keeper was dumfounded and humbly apologized for his
rudeness.

“You were not rude,” said Elizabeth kindly; “on the contrary, you were
very flattering.”

She was usually regarded as somewhat eccentric in Amsterdam, from her
habit of always holding a fan before her face in the street, and once a
street urchin ran up to her and snatched it away, crying, “Let me see
your face!” But in spite of the unpleasant experiences which her
incognito occasionally created, she could never be induced to abandon it
and was much displeased when people did not respect her wishes in this
matter. When one of the servants at a Spanish hotel, where she had
registered as “Frau Folna of Corfu,” addressed her as “Your Highness,”
she retorted sharply, “There are no Highnesses in my apartments.”

She would often start off on the spur of the moment to see some work of
art of which she had heard without telling any of her suite where they
were going. Her Greek teacher, Professor Rhousso Rhoussopoulos, relates
that on one occasion when the Empress was staying at Wiesbaden for the
baths, he suddenly received orders to get ready to accompany herself and
the Archduchess Marie Valerie on a journey, and not until they reached
the railway station did he learn that their destination was
Frankfort-on-the-Main, where Elizabeth wanted to see Thorwaldsen’s
reliefs and Danecker’s “Ariadne,” which were in the Rothschild
collection there. Luncheon had been ordered for them at the station
restaurant at Frankfort. The Empress was in high spirits, and taking her
daughter’s arm, walked up and down, watching the people and enjoying the
bustle of the station. She was delighted that no one recognized her and
ate the first part of her luncheon with great relish. But when the
second course arrived it was specially served on gold plate with extra
attendants; evidently her identity had been discovered. Instantly her
cheerfulness vanished and she hastily finished the meal in order to
escape as soon as possible. There was nothing she disliked so much as
being stared at.

As Professor Rhoussopoulos was walking with her one day in a North
German city, she suddenly exclaimed:

“Look how that woman across the street is staring at us! What do you
suppose it means?”

“Probably it is only a bad habit she has, your Majesty,” replied the
professor; but before the words were out of his mouth the Empress had
rushed across the street and the next moment the two women were in each
other’s arms. It was her sister, the Countess of Trani, who was almost
as fond of travelling as Elizabeth herself.

Wherever she went the Empress was perpetually at warfare with the police
authorities whose duty it was to watch over her safety. She resorted to
all sorts of devices to elude and mislead them, and their task was no
easy one. Once when she and the Emperor were staying at Mentone, she
sent for the chief of police there and told him that it annoyed her
exceedingly to be continually followed about by detectives and she
wished it stopped. The officer replied that he was compelled to perform
his duties, and if it displeased Her Majesty there was nothing left for
him but to resign his position.

“No, no!” said the Empress. “Remain in Mentone, by all means, and devote
yourself to protecting my husband, for his life is most necessary to his
subjects. As for me, what am I? A mere stranger and far too unimportant
to attract any attention.”

An English journalist was glancing over some books one day in front of a
second-hand bookshop in Monza, when the dealer came out and asked him to
go away, as the lady inside did not wish to be followed about, evidently
supposing him to be a detective. Curious to know who the lady was, he
cast a searching glance through the window and recognized the Empress.
Taking out one of his cards, he handed it to the dealer with the request
that he inform his illustrious customer of her mistake. An hour later,
as he was strolling through the palace grounds, he saw Her Majesty a
short distance in front of him. Not wishing to arouse her suspicions a
second time, he was about to turn down a side path, when she beckoned
him to approach and with much dignity and graciousness explained to him
the annoyance she was subjected to by the officiousness of the police,
and apologized for the scene at the bookshop. Late the next evening, as
the journalist entered a well-known restaurant in Milan, great was his
amazement to find the Empress seated at one of the tables quite alone
and unattended. As he took his seat near by, one of the waiters came to
her and said:

“It is rather late, signora, to get anything good; almost everything is
gone.”

“But I am hungry,” replied Elizabeth; “you will have to find me
something.”

The man disappeared and was back again in a moment. “There is just one
course left, signora,” he said, “but it is the best of all. I can
recommend it, for I have just eaten some of it myself. But it is a
trifle dear!”

“How much does this superior dish cost?” asked the Empress, smiling.

“Eighty centesimi,” said the waiter doubtfully.

Elizabeth laughed aloud.

“The signora need not laugh,” he went on in an offended tone; “most
people find it so dear they order only a half portion!”

The journalist had sat all this time hidden behind his newspaper, but
the Empress recognized him at once and addressing him pleasantly with
“Good-evening, Herr Journalist,” continued to converse with him during
the meal.

She was extremely fond of Paris and rarely failed to go there when on
her European tours, though always as Countess of Hohenembs and never as
Empress of Austria. She would often meet her sisters, the Duchess
d’Alençon and the Countess of Trani, and go about with them, as she
could do so there without fear of annoyance. One day she took a fancy to
ride on an omnibus, but when the driver came to collect her fare she
gave him two pieces of gold, an act of munificence that stunned the
frugal Parisians and led to her being recognized. Annoyed at the curious
interest of the other passengers, she hastily alighted and took refuge
in the nearest house, where she waited till the crowd had dispersed and
then drove back to her hotel in a closed carriage with the shades
closely drawn, vowing it was the last time she would ever attempt to
ride on an omnibus in a city like Paris.




                              Chapter XVII
                      The Empress’ Literary Tastes


Elizabeth was passionately fond of both music and poetry. From her
father she had acquired a perfect mastery of the zither, but she had
also a beautiful voice and was a piano pupil of Liszt, and often sung
and played at court charity concerts. Her favorite composers were
Rubinstein, Chopin, and Wagner, to the latter of whom she proved a true
friend by sending him a large sum of money at one of his times of
greatest need, and after his death she made one of her incognito trips
to Bayreuth to hear the Wagner productions there.

For art, too, she had the greatest enthusiasm. Both Makart and Munkacsy
were warm personal friends of hers and she would often spend hours in
their studios. She never went to the theatre in her later years, but
always manifested great interest in the foremost actors and actresses in
Austria and showed them many kindnesses on various occasions.

It was in literature, however, and poetry in particular, that she found
her greatest inspiration and distraction. She was never without a book
in her hand and would sit or wander about for hours so absorbed in her
reading as to completely forget the passage of time, while as for her
general knowledge competent judges have declared it to be amazing. “To
converse intelligently with the Empress,” said Hasenauer, “one should be
well versed in history, science, and art.”

She translated the whole of Schopenhauer into modern Greek and was an
earnest student of Rousseau and Voltaire. But her prime favorite in the
literary world was Heinrich Heine, for whom she had the greatest
reverence and admiration; she possessed all his works, many of them in
manuscript, and many touching instances are told of her kindness to the
great poet’s family. She had learned to love his poems soon after her
marriage, in her first days of sorrow and disillusionment, and they
always found a responsive echo in her heart. Anxious that his memory
should be honored publicly, she interested herself in the erection of a
monument to him in some German city, heading the subscription list
herself with a large sum. The plan was in a fair way to succeed, when a
letter arrived from Bismarck to the cabinet in Vienna, expressing his
surprise that the ruler of a friendly neighboring country should wish to
do public honor to a poet who had insulted the Hohenzollerns. As a rule,
Franz Joseph and Elizabeth respected each other’s peculiarities and
differences of taste, but in this case, on account of the Triple
Alliance, the Emperor was obliged to ask his wife to remove her name
from the list, and, thanks to this episode, it remains for the future to
erect a monument to Heine in Germany. But Elizabeth was determined not
to be thwarted and had her revenge, for, learning that the Danish
sculptor Hasselriis in Rome had already prepared designs for a statue of
her favorite poet, she commissioned him to execute it in marble and had
it placed in front of her palace at Corfu. Apparently the Hohenzollerns
did not resent this, however, for the then Emperor of Germany was most
attentive to her whenever she was travelling in that country. He always
made a point of calling upon her with his wife and is said to have
considered her one of the cleverest women he ever met.

There were not many books that she cared for, but she loved to read her
favorites again and again. Heine was the only one of the German poets
whose works she understood and treasured. Neither Goethe nor Schiller
appealed to her, nor did the modern French poets interest her, although
she thought highly of Lamartine. In English she specially admired
Shakespeare and Byron, Shakespeare indeed ranking only second to Heine
in her affections. She made excellent translations of several of his
plays and could repeat whole scenes from them by heart. “Hamlet” and
“Midsummer Night’s Dream” were her favorites, and she had a painting of
Titania and her lover with the ass’s head hanging in each of her
palaces. “Our illusions are the asses’ heads that we all kiss,” she used
to say.

She wrote charmingly herself, and while on the long journeys that
consumed so much of her time she would send long letters every week to
her husband and children, containing brilliant descriptions of her
travels, bits of poetry or translations, often illustrated with
exquisite pen-and-ink or water-color sketches. These valuable souvenirs
are all preserved in the Hofburg, together with what she called her
“day-book,” a sort of diary covering many years.




                             Chapter XVIII
                       Daily Life of the Empress


As time went on, the hereditary disease of the Wittelsbachs, now known
as neurasthenia, which for generations had manifested itself in one form
or another, became more and more pronounced in the Empress Elizabeth.
Her passion for solitude, her aversion to mingling with people, and
constant craving for change must certainly be regarded as inherited
peculiarities, though she was more ill than was generally suspected. A
complication of disorders together with neuritis made her later years a
perpetual martyrdom, yet she bore her sufferings with a patience and
fortitude that her physicians pronounced almost superhuman.

It was a bitter sacrifice for her to give up her riding, but fortunately
she was still able to take the walks and climbs that meant so much to
her. Often, indeed, it was not so much the love of exercise as the
effort to find relief in physical exhaustion from the sleeplessness that
tortured her and secure the rest so necessary to her overwrought nerves.

Always a remarkably small eater, her tastes were extremely simple. For
weeks at a time she would live on nothing but milk, and even at state
banquets often took nothing but a slice or two of wheat bread, a cup of
bouillon, and some fruit. She detested liquor of any sort, and never
tasted it except when the physicians insisted upon her drinking a little
wine for her health. As a rule, she had little respect for medical
knowledge and much preferred to treat herself with her own remedies. She
had a morbid horror of getting stout. Every day she had herself weighed,
and if her usual weight increased at all she would live on oranges till
it was reduced to the proper amount, in spite of her physicians’
warnings of the danger of so slender a diet. But although Elizabeth
cared so little for eating, when at home she gave much attention to the
menus presented to her each morning by the chef, which she often altered
to suit herself. No table could be served more daintily and artistically
than that of the Austrian court when the Empress was present. She
selected the costliest porcelain and glass and had gold and silver
services for all her palaces, though they were rarely used owing to her
long absences.

Maria Theresa had sixteen children, and her son the Emperor Leopold
Second seventeen; so the Austrian imperial family is a large one, aside
from the numbers of foreign princes in Vienna who are related to the
house of Hapsburg-Lorraine. But except on one or two state occasions in
the course of the winter these distant connections rarely saw either
Franz Joseph or Elizabeth. Absorbed in cares of state and caring for
little but his shooting trips in later years, the Emperor led almost as
solitary a life as his wife. When they were together with their
children, the Empress always strove to make these reunions as happy and
cheerful as possible, as if to make up in some degree for the family
life her long absences deprived him of. They would spend long cosey
evenings on the terraces or by the fireside, and Rudolf would often join
the party, or, if the Emperor were busy, Elizabeth would entertain
herself with Marie Valerie and some of her ladies-in-waiting. The court
in general, however, kept aloof from her. Her manner was cold and
forbidding to those she did not like, though her intimate companions had
the deepest love and admiration for her and she was worshipped by her
servants, none of whom was too humble to share her sympathy and
interest.

One morning in Vienna it was learned that one of Elizabeth’s maids had
died during the night, and very harsh comments were made on the fact of
the Empress having been seen riding in the Prater on that very same
afternoon. It was not told, however, that she had spent the whole of the
previous night at the dying woman’s bedside, and it was only when death
had ended the maid’s sufferings that the Empress had gone out into the
fresh air.

Nature endowed Elizabeth with great beauty, a noble nature, and a good
mind; fate gave her wealth and the most exalted position a woman can
occupy, and she seemed to have been destined for a life of ease and
happiness. Perfect as she seemed in outward appearance, however, her
character was full of contradictions. She loved nothing so much as
freedom and solitude, yet when forced to appear in public, no princess
in Europe could equal her for grace and majesty. Simple and economical
in her own tastes and habits, in many respects she had no idea of money,
as, for instance, when she furnished her cousin Ludwig of Bavaria with
enormous sums to gratify his passion for building palaces. Her
generosity was boundless, and wherever she went she scattered gifts and
money broadcast. She never followed the freaks of fashion, yet her
slender figure was the delight and envy of modistes. She dressed as
simply as any of her attendants, but whatever she wore it was impossible
to conceal her inborn dignity and air of distinction. Her favorite
costume for every-day wear was a short, close-fitting skirt with loose
waist, and she never put on her elaborate court dresses except when
absolutely necessary, though even these always bore the stamp of her
individuality. In her later years she was rarely seen in anything but
black or white; on a few special occasions she would wear light gray or
lilac, but never bright colors. Her hair never lost its beauty, though
before her death it began to show a trace of silver here and there,—much
to her annoyance, for she had a horror of growing gray. When loosened,
it fell far below her knees and enveloped her like a mantle. She used to
have it brushed for hours every day and often grew impatient of the
trouble it caused her.

“My hair tires me,” she said one day to her Greek teacher, running her
hands through its waves as if to relieve herself of a burden, “it is
such a weight upon my head.”

“It is Your Majesty’s crown!” was the courtly answer.

“But not so easy to remove as the other kind of a crown!” she retorted
with a melancholy smile.

Another time she declared impatiently: “I am a perfect slave to my hair!
I think I shall have it all cut off sometime.”

But remarks such as these were made only in moments of annoyance and
weariness. As a matter of fact, she was very proud of her magnificent
tresses. It was almost the only sign of vanity she ever displayed.




                              Chapter XIX
                      Death of Crown Prince Rudolf


On the thirty-first of January, 1889, a terrible affliction befell the
Emperor and Empress in the sudden and violent death of their only son.
The tragedy of Mayerling is well known in its main points, and hundreds
of different stories have been told concerning it, but the real
circumstances of the affair are wrapped in impenetrable secrecy, and
perhaps it is just as well if what the King of Belgium wrote to his
brother, the Count of Flanders, is true.

“Any report,” he said, “is better than that the real truth should be
revealed.”

All that is known with certainty is that the Crown Prince was found dead
in his bed with a frightful wound in his head at his hunting lodge at
Mayerling, near Vienna, where he had been spending a few days. In the
same room lay the body of a young girl, the Baroness Vetsera, with whom
he had been in love. It was difficult to believe that both had committed
suicide, and there are facts which seem to indicate that Rudolf may have
been murdered. The rest is all conjecture.

The unfortunate Prince was extremely popular with all classes and had
many brilliant qualities, but after his marriage he developed habits
which caused some anxiety as to his future. There was one person,
however, who never lost faith in him, and that was his mother. She had
wisely and carefully prepared him for the position he was to occupy in
the world, and it was to her training and influence that he owed much of
his early popularity. All Vienna was paralyzed with horror on the cold
gray morning when word was brought from Mayerling of the Crown Prince’s
death. No one knew just what had happened. No details of the affair were
published and the confusion was indescribable. It was thought best to
convey the news at once to the Empress, though many feared the shock
might destroy her life or reason. As events proved, however, her mind
and nerves were stronger than those of most people. She seemed stunned
at first and turned away without speaking, her face drawn and colorless,
but collecting herself she inquired in a dry, unnatural tone where her
son was. Then her thoughts flew at once to her husband, who as yet knew
nothing of what had happened. No one had the courage to tell him, but
while the matter was being discussed Elizabeth stepped forward, pale but
quite self-possessed, and declaring that it was her place to break it to
the Emperor, left the room immediately. During the terrible days that
followed the Empress gave ample proof, if it were needed, of her true
nobility and strength of character. With heroic courage she stifled her
own feelings to soothe and comfort her grief-stricken husband, and
supported him bravely all through the endless ceremonies that
accompanied the burial of their unfortunate child with whom so many
hopes had perished. Well might Franz Joseph say, as he did when
expressing his thanks to the people of Vienna for their sympathy: “What
I owe to the courage and devotion of my beloved wife in this time of
trouble, I can never adequately express, and I thank God with all my
heart for bestowing on me so noble a consort.” Ten days later, the
imperial pair, accompanied by Marie Valerie, left Vienna for Hungary.

Rudolf had been the first prince of the reigning house to give promise
of being a really constitutional monarch. He wrote and spoke the
Hungarian language like a native, was thoroughly familiar with all parts
of the country, and well liked by both the people and the aristocracy.
In his death Hungary suffered an irreparable loss, and throughout the
kingdom there was genuine grief over his tragic fate, while the depth of
public sympathy for the afflicted parents was shown in the warmth of the
reception they received in Budapest. In a conversation with Dr.
Christomanos some years before her death Elizabeth declared: “In every
human life there is a moment when one dies inwardly and that need not
necessarily be the time when death actually takes place.” This moment to
her was when they brought her the news of her son’s death. She was never
the same afterward. At the time of the catastrophe she had shown the
courage of a heroine, but after her wonderful self-control had given
way, the reaction was terrible and her despair heart-breaking. “I have
no longer the strength to live nor the desire to die,” she said. It was
reported in Berlin that her reason was destroyed, nor would it have been
surprising if this had been the case after such a shock. Of course it
was not true, but she did begin to develop symptoms of a serious heart
trouble from which she suffered until her death. She never wished to see
the Crown Princess Stephanie again, nor could she endure the presence of
the little Archduchess Elizabeth, the grandchild who had inherited her
father’s nature with the features of a mother to whose behavior the
Empress attributed the changes in Rudolf’s way of life and his tragic
fate. She shrank from contact with people more and more and often
wounded her husband and children by her craving for solitude. Even her
favorite palace of Lainz failed to attract her for more than a few
weeks, while at Gödöllö the roses drooped and faded and the grass grew
thick upon her once-loved bridle paths.

           [Illustration: _EMPRESS ELIZABETH in later years_]

On the Christmas Eve following the death of the Crown Prince, her
mother’s fifty-second birthday, the Archduchess Marie Valerie was
betrothed to her cousin Franz Salvator, Duke of Tuscany, an event that
was a cause of happiness and satisfaction to all concerned. Next to her
parents’ blessing she was anxious to have that of her grandmother, and
the day after Christmas accordingly she left for Munich, accompanied by
her mother and her lover. Duke Max had died in 1888, shortly after the
diamond wedding celebration at Possenhoffen, but the Duchess Ludovica,
though bowed with age and many sorrows, had lost none of her mental
acuteness and the meeting between the old lady and her daughter and
granddaughter was most touching. From there they went to Wiesbaden and
Heidelberg, where they spent the spring months. As they were returning
to Vienna, they narrowly escaped death by the derailing of the train
near Frankfort. Several of the coaches were overturned and crushed, but
none of the imperial party, strange to say, was injured. Scarcely had
the Empress reached home when she was called to Regensburg by the sudden
death there of her eldest sister, Helene of Thurn and Taxis, and after
the funeral she went again to Munich to comfort her grief-stricken
mother.

The marriage of Marie Valerie and Franz Salvator that summer was one of
the few happy events of Elizabeth’s later life. On that occasion she
laid aside her mourning for a pale gray silk gown, and for the first
time since Rudolf’s death made an effort to smile and appear cheerful.
But the brief gleam soon vanished. The Archduchess had been the one
bright spot in her life, and even though she was to remain in the
country as the wife of an Austrian prince, Elizabeth realized that the
relations between them could never be the same again. She had lost her
dearest companion.

On the twenty-fifth of January, 1892, her burden of sorrow was increased
by the death of her mother, and she retired to Achilleon, where she had
had a monument erected to her unfortunate son that she might be alone
with memories of her beloved dead. Even her attendants saw her for only
a short time each day, and she lived mostly in a world of dreams. Her
favorite poets still afforded her solace and diversion, but she grew to
care less for books than for the solitude, which she peopled with
creations of her own fancy. Her reader sometimes tried to interest her
in new authors, but her thoughts would soon wander and her absent
expression prove the uselessness of such attempts. Only Shakespeare or
Heine had power to fix her attention, and she would often interrupt her
reading to recite favorite verses or passages to herself.

The only court ceremony at which the Empress appeared after the death of
her son was on the occasion of the visit of the present Czar and Czarina
of Russia to Vienna. Her presence at the state reception given in their
honor excited even more interest and curiosity than did that of the
young Czarina herself, and all eyes were fixed upon her as she entered
on the arm of the Russian Emperor, smiling and bowing graciously to
those about her. She was dressed in black, as usual, but looked twenty
years younger than any of her contemporaries. In spite of all her
sorrows and sufferings she could still be truthfully called the most
beautiful woman at her court. But her thoughts were continually straying
from her guests and from the brilliant scene about her.

“There often seems to be a thick veil between me and the world, as if I
were masquerading in the costume of an Empress,” she once remarked.
“When I am with people I only show the part of me that we have in
common, and they are surprised that I am so much like them when I talk
about the weather and the price of candy. It is like taking a dress out
of the wardrobe and putting it on for certain occasions.”

In 1896 Hungary celebrated her thousandth anniversary. Elizabeth was
even more miserable than usual at the time, and did not feel that she
could be present, but it was urged that her absence would cast a shadow
over the festivities, and, ill as she was both in body and mind, she
finally was persuaded and appeared beside her husband on the throne.
Dressed all in black, with a long veil worn Hungarian fashion over her
hair, she sat pale and motionless as a statue, her long eyelashes
drooping and an expression of unspeakable sadness on her lovely face.
Not a muscle moved as the speaker began his address of welcome. She
seemed neither to see nor hear until he spoke the word “Elizabeth” and a
mighty shout went up from the whole assembly that seemed to shake the
marble walls of the throne room. Then the majestic head was lowered
slightly, almost imperceptibly, but with wonderful grace and charm in
acknowledgment of this tribute. Again the cheers rose louder than before
and lasted several minutes, even the highest nobles of the kingdom
waving their tufted kalpaks high in the air.

The Queen’s head sank, her deadly pallor giving place to a faint flush.
Her eyes opened wide with a flash of their old brilliancy, and a tear
rolled slowly down her cheek. It was plain that the affection between
Elizabeth and her Hungarian subjects had undergone no change. The
speaker went on with his address, the flush slowly faded from her
cheeks, and soon she sat beside the Emperor, a Mater Dolorosa once more.
It was her last visit to Hungary and her last appearance on the throne.




                               Chapter XX
                          Death of the Empress


The Empress Elizabeth had no fear of death, though the thought of it was
often in her mind. “I am ready to die,” she used to say; “all I ask is
that I may not live to suffer.” She had a presentiment that she was to
die an unnatural death and believed it would be by drowning. Sometimes
when walking along the shore or on the deck of her yacht she would say:
“The sea will have me some day; I know I belong to it.” Her forebodings
were destined to be fulfilled, though in a manner that neither she nor
any one else could have foreseen, for the life that began so like a
summer idyl ended in a tragedy.

In the Spring of 1897 a terrible fate befell her sister Sophie while
assisting at a charity bazar held in Paris by the ladies of the French
aristocracy. About four o’clock in the afternoon of the fourth of May
the lamp of a cinematograph exploded, setting fire to some draperies.
The hall was a flimsily built structure, and the flames spread with such
rapidity that in a few moments the whole place was a sea of fire and the
greater part of those present were unable to escape. One hundred and
thirty people perished in this frightful disaster, among them the
Duchess d’Alençon, Ludwig of Bavaria’s former _fiancée_. It was known
that she must have perished, for her wedding ring was found among the
ruins soon after the conflagration, though it was not till some days
later that her body was found and identified.

The Queen of Naples and Mathilde of Trani were now Elizabeth’s only
surviving sisters, and of these the latter was her favorite. They had
many traits in common, particularly their aversion to society and their
love of travel. The Countess of Trani, who spent most of her time at
hotels and watering-places, usually went by the modest title of
“Fräulein Nelly Schmidt.” The last Christmas of Elizabeth’s life the two
sisters spent together in Paris, but an acute attack of neuritis forced
the Empress to hasten southward, and taking her yacht _Miramar_ at
Marseilles, they went to San Remo. Here they stayed for two months,
leaving on the first of March for Territet in Switzerland, where they
parted never to meet again.

Elizabeth was fond of returning to familiar places, and Lake Geneva was
one of her favorite spots. From Territet she used to go every day by
rail to Glion and from there on foot to Mont de Caux, accompanied only
by one of her ladies or her reader, a young man named Frederick Barker.

After a six weeks’ stay in Switzerland she returned to Vienna and went
with the Emperor to Lainz. Never had her mind appeared so clouded as
now. The veil of melancholia had settled over her thicker and heavier
than ever. Her glance was restless, there was an unspeakable weariness
in her expression, and hard and bitter lines had appeared about her
mouth. Constant suffering made life a torment to her and she could find
no rest day or night.

Early in August she went as usual with her husband and Valerie’s family
to Ischl to celebrate the Emperor’s birthday. It was the only day in the
year on which she laid aside her mourning, and the imperial pair usually
went together to church. This time, however, she left earlier and went
to Mannheim to take some special massage treatment recommended by her
physicians. Her health improved so much that she was able to eat and
sleep again and to resume her excursions about the neighborhood, though
still too weak to take the long walks and climbs she was so fond of.

On the twenty-ninth of August she went back to Switzerland, this time by
special train to Mont de Caux, where she could be more quiet than at
Territet. She seemed unusually well, and those who met the slender
black-robed foreign lady, chatting familiarly with her one companion,
little surmised that she was the sovereign of one of the greatest powers
of Europe and ruler over more than forty million people. In a letter to
the Emperor written at this time she expressed regret that he was not
sharing the peace and pleasure of her stay here and urged him to join
her, declaring that she was feeling so much better she hoped to be
present at his approaching jubilee, the fiftieth anniversary of his
accession to the throne.

On the ninth of September she suddenly decided to make a visit to
Pregny, a beautiful villa on the shores of Lake Geneva, that had once
belonged to Joseph Bonaparte, but is now in the possession of the
Rothschild family. The Baroness Adolph Rothschild had been very kind to
the Queen of Naples in her days of misfortune, and Elizabeth was anxious
to show her some attention.

She had gone for a stroll the preceding afternoon in the neighborhood of
Territet with her reader, Mr. Barker, who had taken with him a basket of
fruit for her refreshment. Seating herself on some moss-grown rocks, the
Empress peeled a peach, half of which she offered to her companion. Just
as she was in the act of handing it to him, a huge raven flew down from
a tree near by, flapping its wings almost in her face and knocking the
peach from her hand. Remembering the famous legend of the raven, which
is always said to appear to the Hapsburgs as a forerunner of misfortune,
the startled reader sprang to his feet in alarm and begged her to
abandon the trip to Geneva.

“I am not afraid, my friend,” replied Elizabeth. “We must all meet our
fate sooner or later, and whatever is destined to happen will happen.
Nothing we can do will alter it. You know I am a fatalist.”

The next day she went to Pregny, as she had planned, accompanied only by
her Hungarian lady-in-waiting, the Countess Sztaray. She was in a
remarkably cheerful mood, most gracious and friendly with the Baroness
and much pleased with her visit. Late in the afternoon she arrived at
the Hôtel Beaurivage, where she was in the habit of staying. Every
precaution had been taken as usual to preserve her incognito, though the
servants, remembering her from former visits, were no doubt well aware
of her identity. On her first arrival in Switzerland the police of the
canton had been charged to watch over her safety, but she had wished as
usual to be spared their espionage and left to go her own way.

At noon on the tenth of September, 1898, she left the hotel with her
lady-in-waiting to take the steamer to Mont de Caux. They were a little
late, and the Countess Sztaray hurried on in advance of her mistress to
signal the captain to wait for them. Just at that moment a man arose
from a bench on the quay where he had been sitting as they passed. It
was the Italian Luigi Luccheni, a dangerous anarchist on whom the Swiss
authorities had been warned to keep a watchful eye. With one bound he
flung himself upon the Empress and plunged a dagger into her breast. The
Countess was unaware that anything had happened, but turning just in
time to see her mistress stagger, ran and caught her in her arms.

“Is Your Majesty ill?” she asked in alarm.

“I do not know,” said Elizabeth.

“Will Your Majesty take my arm?”

“Thank you. I do not think I need it.”

Though ghastly pale, she walked to the steamer without assistance,
crossed the gang-plank, and then fell fainting to the deck. The steamer
started, and the Countess Sztaray with some of the women on board
endeavored to restore her to consciousness. No one suspected that she
had been wounded until the Countess, loosening her dress to give her
more air, discovered stains of blood on her clothing. Just then
Elizabeth opened her eyes and in a clear, distinct voice asked, “What
has happened?” then sank again into unconsciousness. Now thoroughly
alarmed, the Countess informed the captain of her mistress’ identity,
and the boat was turned back at once to Geneva, where Elizabeth was
carried on a stretcher to the hotel and laid upon her bed. Three
physicians who happened to be staying there at the time were hastily
summoned and did all in their power to revive her, but in vain: about
three o’clock she gave one or two deep sighs and passed away quietly and
painlessly, as she had so often expressed a wish to do.

So cold-blooded and unprovoked an assault in broad daylight and in the
public street of a large city was one of the most shocking crimes of
modern times and aroused the horror and indignation of the whole
civilized world. Elizabeth of Austro-Hungary had no enemies. She had
exerted no influence in politics, directly or indirectly, nor was she
interested in state affairs. As her grief-stricken husband said of her,
“she had done much good and never harmed a human being.”

The Empress’ salon in the hotel was quickly transformed into a mortuary
chapel. The walls were hung with black, tall candles placed about the
coffin, at the foot of which knelt monks reciting prayers for the dead,
and over the bier fell a purple velvet pall, in the corner of which some
young Swiss girls had embroidered the words “_Répose en paix._”
Elizabeth was dressed as she had been in life, in black, her hands
folded over a rosary and an ivory crucifix. The beautiful features were
not altered, but had changed their look of suffering to an expression of
wonderful majesty and peace.

On the evening of the eleventh of September a special train bearing her
remains left Geneva and passed slowly through Switzerland and Austria
amid the tolling of bells, and was met at every stop by sorrowing
throngs eager to pay a last tribute to the dead Empress.

The Emperor was overwhelmed with messages of sympathy from all parts of
the globe. Flowers and funeral wreaths came from high and low alike in
every land that she had visited. Even China and the Transvaal sent
offerings to lay upon the Empress’ coffin. From Cairo came a wreath made
of desert blooms, hundreds of Jericho roses, the old Christian emblem of
the resurrection, and lotus blossoms, symbolic of eternity.

Her death made almost as deep an impression in most of the foreign
capitals as in Vienna, where for years she had been so little seen that
her Austrian subjects had almost forgotten how she looked, and her
assassination aroused less sorrow than rage against the wretch who could
have slain a defenceless woman.

In Hungary, however, the public mourning was deep and profound. Every
flag was at half-mast and the streets were full of sobbing men and
women. The great autumn manœuvres were abandoned, and it was decreed
that her biography should be recorded in the national archives, so that
her memory might be forever preserved in the history of the country.

The Empress Elizabeth’s personal fortune was a large one. Her jewels
alone—presents from Franz Joseph and other royal personages—were valued
at four million gulden. Her will was made at Budapest in 1896. It was
very short and written in her own hand. Her palace at Lainz was
bequeathed to her daughter Valerie; Achilleon, in Corfu, to the elder,
Gisela. All her servants and ladies-in-waiting received legacies, and a
number of old friends were also remembered. To her old reader and
companion, Ida von Ferenczy, who had been with her for thirty years, she
left an annuity, besides a considerable sum of money and a life
residence in the imperial palace.


In earlier days Elizabeth had expressed a wish to be buried at Gödöllö,
then her favorite residence, but in her will she mentioned Achilleon as
her chosen place of burial. Her desire was not fulfilled, however.
Indulgent as Franz Joseph had been toward his wife’s eccentricities
during her lifetime, he was not willing that her hatred of
conventionality should be exhibited in her death, and determined that
her body should be laid to rest with those of former Empresses and
members of his family.

In the heart of Vienna there stands an insignificant-looking chapel
belonging to the Capuchins. Above a side door are the words “Imperial
Vaults,” and a flight of well-worn steps leads down into the dim
burial-place of the royal race of Hapsburg. It was into this chamber
that the great Maria Theresa used to force her gay young daughters to
descend to meditate on the perishability of all earthly greatness, and
here she herself would spend hours beside the tomb of her husband. At
the end of a cross passage stands the tomb of the murdered Empress,
between that of her brother-in-law, the murdered Emperor of Mexico, and
her son Rudolf, who also met with a violent end.

In life she had shunned all religious observances; now masses are said
day and night for the repose of her soul. Every morning the gates of the
crypt are opened, and she who in life so loved solitude and seclusion is
a mark for the gaze of hundreds of curious sightseers.

How much more fitting a place of rest for the nature-loving Empress the
sunny shores of her Greek island would have been than the gloomy burial
chamber of the Capuchins! How much finer a requiem the sighing of winds
and waters than the chantings of vestured priests!

To the world in general Elizabeth of Austria and Hungary will be little
remembered as the queenly sovereign in all the insignia of her lofty
rank, but rather as the beautiful and unfortunate daughter of the
Wittelsbachs, following her solitary way through life, her lonely spirit
ever seeking rest and peace in vain. Terrible as it seemed to die by the
hand of an assassin in a foreign country, far from all she loved, the
dagger of Luccheni was but the instrument of fate, and death came to her
almost as a friend. She died, as she had often wished to die, swiftly
and painlessly and under the open sky. Who shall say that her last
earthly breath was not a sigh of thankfulness and peace?




                               Footnotes


[1]A few days before the death of the Empress Elizabeth, in 1898, this
   bridge was torn down.




                                Appendix


The following is a chronological statement of important events connected
with the life of Elizabeth, Empress of Austria:

    1837     Birth of Elizabeth.
    1853     Betrothal to Franz Joseph.
    1854     Marriage.
    1856     Visit to Austrian Alps.
    1855     Birth of Sophie Dorothea.
    1856     Birth of second daughter, Gisela.
    1858     Birth of Crown Prince Rudolf.
    1859     Sardinian War.
    1866     Estrangement of Emperor and Empress.
    1866     War with Prussia.
    1867     Elizabeth Crowned Queen of Hungary.
    1868     Birth of Marie Valerie.
    1878     War with Bosnia and Herzegovina.
    1881     Marriage of Prince Rudolf.
    1889     Death of Prince Rudolf.
    1896     Hungary Celebrated Thousandth Anniversary.
    1898     Elizabeth Killed by an Assassin.




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