main force was far away, and there was no hope of
entrapping anything more than the rear of his army.
Moreover, if this were the object, why was not the
flank move of the French cavalry above Lodi pushed
home earlier in the fight? This, if supported
by infantry, could have outflanked the enemy while
the perilous rush was made against the bridge; and
such a turning movement would probably have enveloped
the Austrian force while it was being shattered in
front. That is the view in which the strategist,
Clausewitz, regards this encounter. Far different
was the impression which it created among the soldiers
and Frenchmen at large. They valued a commander
more for bravery of the bull-dog type than for any
powers of reasoning and subtle combination. These,
it is true, Bonaparte had already shown. He now
enchanted the soldiery by dealing a straight sharp
blow. It had a magical effect on their minds.
On the evening of that day the French soldiers, with
antique republican
camaraderie, saluted their
commander as
le petit caporal for his personal
bravery in the fray, and this endearing phrase helped
to immortalize the affair of the bridge of Lodi.[47]
It shot a thrill of exultation through France.
With pardonable exaggeration, men told how he charged
at the head of the column, and, with Lannes, was the
first to reach the opposite side; and later generations
have figured him charging before his tall grenadiers—a
feat that was actually performed by Lannes, Berthier,
Massena, Cervoni, and Dallemagne. It was all
one. Bonaparte alone was the hero of the day.
He reigned supreme in the hearts of the soldiers,
and he saw the importance of this conquest. At
St. Helena he confessed to Montholon that it was the
victory of Lodi which fanned his ambition into a steady
flame.
A desire of stimulating popular enthusiasm throughout
Italy impelled the young victor to turn away from
his real objective, the fortress of Mantua, to the
political capital of Lombardy. The people of Milan
hailed their French liberators with enthusiasm:
they rained flowers on the bronzed soldiers of liberty,
and pointed to their tattered uniforms and worn-out
shoes as proofs of their triumphant energy: above
all, they gazed with admiration, not unmixed with awe,
at the thin pale features of the young commander,
whose plain attire bespoke a Spartan activity, whose
ardent gaze and decisive gestures proclaimed a born
leader of men. Forthwith he arranged for the investment
of the citadel where eighteen hundred Austrians held
out: he then received the chief men of the city
with easy Italian grace; and in the evening he gave
a sumptuous ball, at which all the dignity, wealth,
and beauty of the old Lombard capital shone resplendent.
For a brief space all went well between the Lombards
and their liberators. He received with flattering
distinction the chief artists and men of letters, and
also sought to quicken the activity of the University
of Pavia. Political clubs and newspapers multiplied
throughout Lombardy; and actors, authors, and editors
joined in a paean of courtly or fawning praise, to
the new Scipio, Caesar, Hannibal, and Jupiter.