business of such importance robs you of the time to write to your very kind lover? What inclination stifles and alienates love, the affectionate and unvarying love which you promised me? Who may this paragon be, this new lover who engrosses all your time, is master of your days, and prevents you from concerning yourself about your husband? Josephine, be vigilant; one fine night the doors will be broken in, and I shall be before you. Truly, my dear, I am uneasy at getting no news from you. Write me four pages immediately, and some of those charming remarks which fill my heart with the pleasures of imagination. I hope that before long I shall clasp you in my arms, and you with a million kisses as burning as if under the equator. BONAPARTE. cover No. 17. Verona, November 24, 1796. I hope soon, darling, to be in your arms. I love you to distraction. I am writing to Paris by this courier. All goes well. Wurmser was beaten yesterday under Mantua. Your husband only needs Josephine's love to be happy. No. 18. To JOSEPHINE, at Genoa. BONAPARTE. Milan, November 27, 1796, 3 P.M. in my arms. .. You were ... I get to Milan; I fling myself into your room; I have left all in order to see you, to clasp you not there. You gad about the towns amid junketings; you run farther from me when I am at hand; you care no longer for your dear Napoleon. A passing fancy made you love him; fickleness renders him indifferent to you. Used to perils, I know the remedy for weariness and the ills of life. The ill-luck that I now suffer is past all calculations; I did right not to anticipate it. I shall be here till the evening of the 29th. Don't alter your plans; have your fling of pleasure; happiness was invented for you. The whole world is only too happy if it can please you, and only your husband is very, very unhappy. No. 19. To JOSEPHINE, at Genoa. BONAPARTE. Milan, November 28, 1796, 8 P.M. I have received the courier whom Berthier had hurried on to Genoa. You have not had time to write me, I feel it intuitively. Surrounded with pleasures and pastimes, you would be wrong to make the least sacrifice for me. Berthier has been good enough to show me the letter which you wrote him. My intention is that you should not make the least change in your plans, nor with respect to the pleasure parties in your honour; I am of no consequence, either the happiness or the misery of a man whom don't love is a matter of no moment. you For my part, to love you only, to make you happy, to do nothing which may vex you, that is the object and goal of my life. Be happy, do not reproach me, do not concern yourself in the happiness of a man who lives only in your life, rejoices only in your pleasure and happiness. When I exacted from you a love like my own I was wrong; why expect lace to weigh as heavy as gold? When I sacrifice to you all my desires, all my thoughts, every moment of my life, I obey the sway which your charms, your disposition, and your whole personality have so effectively exerted over my unfortunate heart. I was wrong, since nature has not given me attractions with which to captivate you; but what I do deserve from Josephine is her regard and esteem, for I love her frantically and uniquely. Farewell, beloved wife; farewell, my Josephine. May fate concentrate in my breast all the griefs and troubles, but may it C business of such importance robs you of the time to write to your very kind lover? What inclination stifles and alienates love, the affectionate and unvarying love which you promised me? Who may this paragon be, this new lover who engrosses all your time, is master of your days, and prevents you from concerning yourself about your husband? Josephine, be vigilant; one fine night the doors will be broken in, and I shall be before you. Truly, my dear, I am uneasy at getting no news from you. Write me four pages immediately, and some of those charming remarks which fill my heart with the pleasures of imagination. I hope that before long I shall clasp you in my arms, and cover you with a million kisses as burning as if under the equator. BONAPARTE. No. 17. Verona, November 24, 1796. I hope soon, darling, to be in your arms. I love you to distraction. I am writing to Paris by this courier. All goes well. Wurmser was beaten yesterday under Mantua. Your husband only needs Josephine's love to be happy. No. 18. To JOSEPHINE, at Genoa. BONAPARTE. Milan, November 27, 1796, 3 P.M. I get to Milan; I fling myself into your room; I have left all in order to see you, to clasp you in my arms. . . . You were not there. You gad about the towns amid junketings; you run farther from me when I am at hand; you care no longer for your dear Napoleon. A passing fancy made you love him; fickleness renders him indifferent to you. Used to perils, I know the remedy for weariness and the ills of life. The ill-luck that I now suffer is past all calculations; I did right not to anticipate it. I shall be here till the evening of the 29th. Don't alter your plans; have your fling of pleasure; happiness was invented for you. The whole world is only too happy if it can please you, and only your husband is very, very unhappy. No. 19. To JOSEPHINE, at Genoa. BONAPARTE. Milan, November 28, 1796, 8 P.M. I have received the courier whom Berthier had hurried on to Genoa. You have not had time to write me, I feel it intuitively. Surrounded with pleasures and pastimes, you would be wrong to make the least sacrifice for me. Berthier has been good enough to show me the letter which you wrote him. My intention is that you should not make the least change in your plans, nor with respect to the pleasure parties in your honour; I am of no consequence, either the happiness or the misery of a man whom you don't love is a matter of no moment. For my part, to love you only, to make you happy, to do nothing which may vex you, that is the object and goal of my life. Be happy, do not reproach me, do not concern yourself in the happiness of a man who lives only in your life, rejoices only in your pleasure and happiness. When I exacted from you a love like my own I was wrong; why expect lace to weigh as heavy as gold? When I sacrifice to you all my desires, all my thoughts, every moment of my life, I obey the sway which your charms, your disposition, and your whole personality have so effectively exerted over my unfortunate heart. I was wrong, since nature has not given me attractions with which to captivate you; but what I do deserve from Josephine is her regard and esteem, for I love her frantically and uniquely. Farewell, beloved wife; farewell, my Josephine. May fate concentrate in my breast all the griefs and troubles, but may it C give Josephine happy and prosperous days. Who deserves them more? When it shall be quite settled that she can love me no more, I will hide my profound grief, and will content myself with the power of being useful and serviceable to her. I reopen my letter to give you a kiss Josephine! . . Ah! Josephine! BONAPARTE. December 24th.-French under Hoche sail for Ireland; return " foiled by the elements." January 7th, 1797.-Alvinzi begins his new attack on Rivoli, while Provera tries to get to Mantua with 11,000 men vià Padua and Legnago. Alvinzi's total forces 48,000, but only 28,000 at Rivoli against Bonaparte's 23,000. January 9th.-Kehl (after 48 days' siege) surrenders to Archduke Charles. January 10th.-Napoleon at Bologna advised of the advance, and hastens to make Verona, as before, the pivot of his movements. No. 20. January 12th.-Combat of St. Michel: Massena defeats Austrians. To JOSEPHINE, at Milan. Verona, January 12, 1797. Scarcely set out from Roverbella, I learnt that the enemy had appeared at Verona. Massena made some dispositions, which have been very successful. We have made six hundred prisoners, and have taken three pieces of cannon. General Brune got seven bullets in his clothes, without being touched by one of themthis is what it is to be lucky. I give you a thousand kisses. I am very well. We have had only ten men killed, and a hundred wounded. BONAPARTE. January 13th.-Joubert attacked; retires from Corona on Rivoli in the morning, joined by Bonaparte at night. January 14th.-Battle of Rivoli: Austrian centre defeated. Bonaparte |