Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-02-15

, thy faults: be less beautiful, less gra-
clous, less tender, less good above all;
especially never be jealous, never
weep; thy tears melt my reason and
Durn my hearts blood. Believe me. it
Is no more in my power to have a
thought that is not of thee or an idea
that has not to be submitted to thy
advice. Remain well. or. better still.
perfectly reestablish thy health. Come
out and rejoin me. so that before dy-
Ing W can say together we We're
happy for so many days"
Napoleon.
Oct. II, 1896, % o'clock at night
Day before yesterday all the day l was
in the country and kept my bed. /
had fever and a violent headache.
That is what prevented me writing.
to my adorable one. But | have re-
ceiyed her letters and have pressed
them to my heart and lips, and the
PAIN of her absence has been lessened
thereby. At that moment I saw thee
near me, not capriciOus and angry.
but soft, tender, with that f~ullneSs
OF exclusively monOpOlized by
my Josephine. 1t was a dream: Judge
whether that could cure me OF nv
ever! My letters are cold as though
belonging to n of fifty years: they
are hfteen years of marriage epiStles:
n sees in them only friendship. the
sentiment of the winter of life. File!
Josephine: that is very naughty to
speak to thee thus. Thou hast ALWAYS
time to be pleasing to me. Do you
love me any more? Eth! there it is
said, and [ hate myself: but. indiffer-
ence and a pulse of marble, with ewes
fixed. | murmur in a monotone-a
thousand, thousand kisses, as tender
as my heart. I am growing better. 1
shall depart tomorrow. The English
evacuate the Mediterranean, Corsica
belongs to us. Good news this for
France and the army.
Napoleon.
! Caldierc, Nov. IS. 1861 love thee
not more than all-On the contrary |
detest thee. Thou art very mean yery
cruel, very beastly, my Cinderella.
Thou hast not written me; thou no
longer lowest thv husband. Thou
knowest the pleasI thy letters have
given him and thu send him six
lines indited hap-hazard. What dost
thou do all day, madam? What bust
ness so important as to keep thee
from writing to thy good lover? What
n chOked-up affection-let us not say
love. Where the tender and constant
alteration thou promised him? Who
can he the marvel, the new lover who
absorbs all thy time. tyrannizing over
thy days and preventing thee from re-
Numbering thine own husband? Jose
phine, take care; some night the doors
will he knocked in, and there I will
be. In truth. I am disquieted, my
good friend. in not receiving news
from thee-write me quickly, four
pages at least, and put therein those
sweet things that fill my heart with
sentiment and pleasure. I hope ere
long to i~nclose, to press thee in my
arms, and I shall cover Thee with a
million of burning kisses, hot as the
sunshine of the equator.
Napoleon.
Verona, Nov. 10, 1I96.-Finally, my
adorable Josephine, 1 am reforming;
death is no longer before my eyes.
Glory and honor are still in my heart.
The enemy was beaten at Arcola. To
morrow l shall repair the stupidity
Of VaubOiS, who abandoned RivOli.
Matua will be ours in eight days and
o % [ shall be in thy arms, to give
thee a thousand proofs of thy hus-
bands affection. The instant I can
leave I shall depart for Milan. I am
almost tired out. / received a letter
from Eugene and Hortense; they are
charming children. AS all u house
seems scattered, the moment I rejoin
thee I shall send for them. We took
5000 prisoners and killed at least
5000 of our enemies. Adieu, my ador-
able Josephine; think Of me often.
If thou cease to love thy Achilles or if
thy heart is cold to him thou art
frightfully unjust. but I am sure thou
wilt always be my dear sweetheart
and I ever thy tender lover. Death
only can break the union that sym
pathy, love and sentiment, have form
60. A thousand tender AMI loving
kisses. Napoleon.
It may be interesting to add that
Napoleon cruelty divorced Josephine
in 1909 because she had borne him
no children to p%erpetuate his dynasty.
She died near Paris in 1914. while
Napoleon vas at Elba after his first
fall. In 1921 Napoleon died at st.
Helena.