Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1851-04-10
VOLUME VIII. NO. Is.
A Love-Letter from Napoleon.

50 @IStO-IS LJG1 I4O INdpO1OOus
The Home Journal, which has been giving it's
readers choice specimens of love letters, has
hunted up the following, which was procured
some years ago by TENANT, Continental
Tourist. 1t will be read with interest. .-Ep.
Port Maurice, the 18th Gemnal.
have received all your letters; but not one
of them has affected me so much as your last.
Do you thinG, my adorable love, of writing to
me in such terms? Do you imagine, then, that
my situation is not already cruel enough with
out an increase of my sorrows and an overthrow
of my soul? What style! What sentiments
do you describe-they are of fre--they burn
my poor heart. My only Josephine far from
thee 'Aer3 is no joy-far from thee the world is
a desert, where | remain an isolated being, with
out enjoying the sweets of confidence. You
have deprived me Of more than my soul ;--vou
are the only thought of my life. If | am tired
OF the troubles of business if dread the result,
if mankind disgust me, if am ready to curse
this life, place my hand upon my heart-there
thy portrait beats-I look at it, and love becomes
to me absolute happiness all is smiling, save
the time when am separated from my beloved.
BY what art is it that you have been able to
captivate all my faculties, and to concentrate in
myself my moral existence? 1t is magic, my
sweet love, which will finish only with life. To
live for Josephine There is the history of my
life. am trying to reach you'll am dying to
be near you. Fool that am, do not perceive
that increase the distance between us. What
lands what countries separate us! What a
time before you read these weak expressions of
a troubled soul in which you reign All ! my
adorable wife, know not what fate awaits me
but if it keeps me much longer from you, it
will be pportable-my courage will not go
50 far. There was a time when was proud Of
my courage, and sometimes, when contempIa-
ting on the ills that man could do me, on the
fate which destiny could reserve for me, fixed
my eyes steadfastly on the most unheard-of mis-
fortunes without frown, without alarm; but
now the idea that my Josephine may be unwell,
and, above all, the cruel, the fatal thought that
she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my
blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves
me not even the courage Of fury and despair.
Formerly, | used often 10 say to myself, men
could not hurt him who could die without re-
gret; but now, to die without being loved by thee,
, to die without that certainty is the torment Of
hell; 1t is the lively and striking image of abso
lutte annihilation-I feel as if were stihed.-
=. My incompatible companion, thou whom fate
q has destined to make along with me the painful
;. duty of life, the day on which shall cease to
=. possess thy hqart, viii be the day on which
q parched nature will be to me without warmth
), or vegetation.
i. Istop, my sweet love; my soul is sad my
; body is fatjgued; my head is gddy. Men dis.
n gust me ought to leave them-they separate
il me from my beloved.
n ain at Port Maurice, near OnellIe. To-
h morrow shall be at Albenga. The two armies
are in motion. We are endeayoriug to deceive
8 each other. Victory to the most skilIiuIl! am
O pretty well satisfied with Beauleu. If he alarm
c me much, he is better man than his predeces-
n sor shall beat him, hope, IN good style. Do
e not be uneasy love me as your eyes; but that
il is not enough-as yourself-more than yourself
n than your thoughts, your mind, your sight, your
h all. Sweet love, forgive me; am sinking ma
e ture is weak to him who feels strongly, for him
r whom you love. NAPOLEON
% Sincere regards to Barras, Sussi, Madame
r Tallien-compiments to Madame Chateau Re-
/; naId--best love to Eugene and Horense.
/, Adieu, adieu; am gong to bed without thee;
: | shall sleep without thee-proy let me sleep.
= Happy dream! But-but it is not thee.
To CIroYENNE BoNAPARrE.