The Nevada picayune., 1885-08-13
NOPOLEON AS A MAN.
Glimpscs Behind the Scenes in tho
 Life of the Great Emperor.

The recently published memoirs of Napoleon by his secretary, Louis Antoine de Bourrienne. con. tain the following: "Ah, Bourrien- ne, you also will be immortal" said Noapolen. "How, Genera'?" Are you rot my secretaryp Certainly the world would never have re- membered Bourrienne had he not been Napoleah's secretary, and, as it is, remembers little good ofhim, but he wrote a life depicting the personality of Napoleon with ex- traordinary vividness and truthful. ness.
 Some trifing incidents occurred to mar the harmonious relations between Napoleon and the author. He determined, he says, to bring the matter to a conclusion. After the trouble had existed for three days with no sign of reconcilia- ton, he went to the Consul after he had retired to bed.
 q went to his chamber, to which I was admitted at all hours. had a candle in my hand, and, taking chair. sat down on the right side of the bed and placed the candle on the table. Both he. and Jose. phine awOke. What is the mat teri, he asked, with surprise. General, I have come to tell you that I can no longer remain here. since have lost your confidence. You know how sincerely I am de- voted to you; if you have anything to reproach me with let me at least know it, for my situation during the last three days has been very painftl.' What has Bourrienne donev inquired Josephine, earnest lily. That does not concern you, he replied. Then turning to me, he said: Tt is true I have cause to complain of you. I am infornied that you have spoken of important affairs in a very indiscreet manner I can assure yon that I spoke to mono but your brother It was he who led me into the conversation, and is too we'll versed in the busi- ness for nie not o tell him any se- cret.' T must confcss,' replied Bon apart, that after what I heard from Joseph thought 1t right to. put my confidence in quarantine.' The quarantine has lasted three days. General, surely that is enough. Well, Bourrienne, let us say no more about it. Open my letters as usual. You will find my answers a good deal in arrears, which has much vexed me- I fancy l still see and hear the amiable Jose phine sitting up in bed and saying in her gentle way, What, Bona parte, Is it possible you could sus- pect BOucienne, who is so attached to you, and who is your only friend' How could you suffer such snare to be laid for him' What, dinrier got up on purpose? How 1 hate those odieus police maneuveri' Go to sleep, said Bonaparte; let women mind their gewgaws and not interfere With politics. It was near ? in the morning before he re- tired.
 "Bonaparte was now in the prime of life, and about 30. The person of Bonaparte has served as model for the most skillful paint CTS and skulptOrs; many able French artists have successfully delineated his features, and yet it may be said that no perfectly faith full portrait of him exists. His fine- iy shaped head, his superb fore head, his pale countenance, and his usual meditative look have been transferred to the canvas; but the versatility of his expression was beyond the reach of imitation. All the vigorous workings of his mind were fundamentally depict ed in his countenance, and his glance changed from mild to severe, and from anger to g0od.humor, al. most with the rapidity oflightning. 1t may truly he said that he had q particular look for every thought that arose in his mind. When walk. ing. either alone or in company with any one, in his apartments or in his gardens, he had the habit of stopping a little and crossing his hands behind his back. He ire auently gave an involuntary shrug
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