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been published by the FP!. Oct'.
Seventeenth Bulletin of the French Army, and is
iutroduced by the following alma preface:—
" We fouud at Madrid, at the Duke de Infaii-
tado'r, two caskets, containing the papers of the
Princess of Asturias, in whielt are things of the
greatest importance. The passage in a letter from
her mother, dated on the 15th January, 1,003, in-
farms us of the opinion which the Queen of Sicily
has herself of the English.
" These letters are full of proofs of the Conspi-
racy which was forming to break the friendship Le-
to ecu France mid Sporn."
COPY or WHAT PI WRITTEN IN SYMPATHrTIC
inn IS THE LETTER OF 41:ErE en:titin-iv,
To THE PaIECESS OF AsTrili.th:—
J IN. 15, 1 1"Iti.
Ms- Brii.oven CHILD-1 am intioitely uneasy at
runs situation, your health, and the' iiiireased grief
gnu will hate in hearing of our cruel fate.--But
rely upon my truth. Do not give credit to any
alarm, which they will not fail in ellurity to give
t on, and be prudent.-1 shell a rite to you with
perfect sincerity, and believe no,,other news, for I
promise the heart and tenderness of my dear child
to hide nothing from you--Do not then believe
any one lint me—We keep all in good healsh—
but are dreadfully uneasy. Masson has been
with Sopa., men on our frontier, since this fatal
and accursed debarkation of the English, who, with
a cowardly perfidy, without example, have, after
having compromised us, quitted us at the moment
of the greatest danger. They have ruined Us—Bo-
naparte causes nothing to be said or written, and
we shall be lost indeed. We have but 8000 men in
amts.—Daring the two years and a half the French
remained with tie, they exacted that we should
make no recruiting. They. have thereby rendered
all our fence useless, and we are thus ut their mer-
cy, without the hope of defendin.• ourselves against
a force of fifty thousand men, and, if they choose,
of one huwlred thousauti men. Amitria destroyed,
tool for fifty years null—in short, it is a misery
a ithout example, to whieh our holy religion alone
eau make us resigned, that only consolation in all
our miseries.
We are packing up every thing, for fmm the
frontiers to Naples is the affair of six or seven days,
and we cannot suffer ouraelves to be made prison-
ers. Thus we are preparing every thing for *disas-
trous and eternal departure, and it wrings my
heart. The King has sent Car& ital General Buffo
to Rome, auti has sent also to Paris. Hut neither
Fesch, nor Alquier, nor Eugene Beauliarnois, nor
Massena can, as they say, stop the march of the
troops. Hence, St. Theodore, who has been dis-
patched to join Gallo, and to speak to hits upon
thew poiar, remains at Rome to watch over our
affairs; and the Cardinal is gone to find Bona-
parte either at Munich or at Paris, • to•try to save
us. Your good halter is ready to satisfy the gene-
ral with, and abdicate and leave Francis (the He-
reditary Prince) King, reserving to himself a good
pension, the fruit of a part of the advances made by
him to the Royal finances. Many think this will
be sufficient to calm the storm; but I do not think
it, and am cootiticed that the enemy wish for the
kingdom of Naples. If the danger approach, we
shall retire to Mesena and into Calabria, to defend
ourselves, et least there, and prevent the capture of
Sicily : Judge Leopold, your two sistere, a
daughter-in-law, seven months pregnant, who will
lie-in at Messina. Palermo, G;ret knows where, two
little children so intereating ; in tine, every body
is in tears. No one will remaiii. Every out, fright-
ened by the last time, wishes to go off. We have
neither squadron, nor any thing but two ships—it
is-areal. desolation.
Ton shall know every thing—be prudent—do,
i
est sheW any ill temper at the harsh thins that
rosy be told yam. Let them pass--they signify
nothing. God will judge us anti posterity. No
false interpretations. lour two siNtrf% are in deep
sfHietion. Leopold and Franc:i4 will go to Ca-
labria to defelid the posts. In short. God has
permitted it—his holy will be done. Think, my
dear child, of re-establishing your health. Conduct
yourself well—this life is short—the other is eter-
nal and suite. Do not afflict yourself at any thing
—I shall tied means to itif you of every thing
that coctwrns us—But do not make yourself un-
easy—God will aid us—Adieu my dear child—
think of your health—try to restore it—l bless
you—l embrace you, and am for life your tender
mother and friend.
In the narrative of Colugno there i; nothing
written. inform inc if you hate received all safe,
and elm real it. Adieu, with hsrt and soul, yours
wholly, notwithstanding my dreadful misery !

COPY OF WHAT 19 WRITTEN 124 SYMPATHETIC INK
IS THY. EETTE/! FRUY nuELN citstatores; TO
TOE PRINCESS OF ASTURIAS.
JAN. SO, two 6.
Dear and beloved child, do not be uneasy at our
fate ; only take care of you► health. God will
have pity upon as, and isotloug 1..11 happen to us.
If we are obliged to fall back upon Shut y, I will
endeavour, when we shall be all assembled toge-
ther, to scud a vessel under the pretence of
quieting the heart of the Queen fur her (laughter
hut, in fact, to assure you, my beloved child,
with respect to our fate.-13e prudent, do not
speak nut and let every thing be said.—l have
nothing to reproach nryself.--Josepl. Bonaparte
is belived to he destined to the throne of Naples—
that Is villainous enough—God permits it ; we
must bow our heads.—Francis conduits himself
exe►nplarily, and no one can b. have better :
Isabella (his wife, the daughter of the.. Quetii of
Spain), is in the eighth month of her pregnancy ;
but happily she has such apathy, is so silly and null,
that she feels nothing warmly—►t is good for her '
health. Your sisters and myself have not the same
happiness. 1 cannot express to you, my child, our
torments—but God will aid its ; do nut be uneasy,
and think only of your health.—Let them crit:eise,
talk, awl discuss every thing, without feeling the
misery of it—Be &BIOTA to your good husband—
Be prudent, wise—l rely on you.
Adieu', dear child. I have many thinga to say to
you, but time iiressmel embrace you from the.