The fact is, the Austrian policy in Italy differs materially from ours.
France is a body very solid, very compact, very firm, very united, which has no fear of being encroached upon, and no desire to encroach on others.

Her political frontiers are nearly her natural limits; she has little or nothing to conquer from her neighbours.

She can, therefore, interfere in the events of Europe for purely moral interests, without views of conquest being attributed to her.

One or two of her leaders have suffered themselves to be carried somewhat too far by the spirit of adventure; the nation has never had, what may be called, geographical ambition.

France does not disdain to conquer the world by the dispersion of her ideas, but she desires nothing more.
That which constitutes the beauty of our history, to those who take an elevated view of it, is the twofold object, pursued simultaneously by the Sovereign and the nation, of concentrating France, and spreading French ideas.
The old Austrian diplomacy has been, for the last six hundred years, incessantly occupied in stitching together bits of material, without ever having been able to make a coat.