in the discharge of business, and if it were possible
that half a world could be administered as if it were
the private property of an individual, the task would
have been perhaps as well accomplished by Charles
as by any man. He had not the absurdity of supposing
it possible for him to attend to the details of every
individual affair in every one of his realms; and he
therefore intrusted the stewardship of all specialities
to his various ministers and agents. It was his
business to know men and to deal with affairs on a
large scale, and in this he certainly was superior
to his successor. His correspondence was mainly
in the hands of Granvelle the elder, who analyzed
letters received, and frequently wrote all but the
signatures of the answers. The same minister
usually possessed the imperial ear, and farmed it
out for his own benefit. In all this there was
of course room for vast deception, but the Emperor
was quite aware of what was going on, and took a philosophic
view of the matter as an inevitable part of his system.
Granvelle grew enormously rich under his eye by trading
on the imperial favor and sparing his majesty much
trouble. Charles saw it all, ridiculed his peculations,
but called him his “bed of down.”
His knowledge of human nature was however derived
from a contemplation mainly of its weaknesses, and
was therefore one-sided. He was often deceived,
and made many a fatal blunder, shrewd politician though
he was. He involved himself often in enterprises
which could not be honorable or profitable, and which
inflicted damage on his greatest interests. He
often offended men who might have been useful friends,
and converted allies into enemies. “His
Majesty,” said a keen observer who knew him
well, “has not in his career shown the prudence
which was necessary to him. He has often offended
those whose love he might have conciliated, converted
friends into enemies, and let those perish who were
his most faithful partisans.” Thus it must
be acknowledged that even his boasted knowledge of
human nature and his power of dealing with men was
rather superficial and empirical than the real gift
of genius.
His personal habits during the greater part of his
life were those of an indefatigable soldier.
He could remain in the saddle day and night, and endure
every hardship but hunger. He was addicted to
vulgar and miscellaneous incontinence. He was
an enormous eater. He breakfasted at five, on
a fowl seethed in milk and dressed with sugar and spices.
After this he went to sleep again. He dined at
twelve, partaking always of twenty dishes. He
supped twice; at first, soon after vespers, and the
second time at midnight or one o’clock, which
meal was, perhaps, the most solid of the four.
After meat he ate a great quantity of pastry and sweetmeats,
and he irrigated every repast by vast draughts of beer
and wine. His stomach, originally a wonderful
one, succumbed after forty years of such labors.
His taste, but not his appetite began to fail, and