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

the French army in Italy, then ODer-
atfng against the AustrianS. In less
than one year he v%anQuished three
Austrian armies.
Port Maurice, April >, 1901 have
received all of thy letters, but none
has so impressed me as the last. OF
what art thou thinking, my adorable
friend, to write me in such terms?
Dost thou think that my position is
not already cruel enough without add
ing more TO my regrets and upscttinS
me mentally? What manner of writ
ing Is this? What sentiments are those
thou ~portrayest? They kindle the fires
within me; they burn my poor heart.
My only Josephine, far from thee there
IS no JOY for me; far from thee the
world is Il desert where | rest isolated
without knowing the relief of opening
my soul; for thou hast more than my
soul, thou, who art the only thought
Of my life. If | am wearicd of the
tumult of human affairs, if / fear the
outcome of the future, if mankind
disgust me, if [ am ready to curse this
life, [ put my hand upon my heart;
thy image is reflected there. I look
and thy love is for me the absolute
happiness; all is smiling except during
the time thou are absent from my
mind,
BY what art hast thou captivated all
my faculties. concentrating in myself
my moral existence? To live for the
of my life. l ask to go back to thee;
I would die to be near thee. Fool!
not to perceive how far away from
thee L have gone. What countries
separate us? How long the time before
thou canst read these lines, the feeble
expressions of Il soul with emotion
where thou dost reign! All, my ador-
able wife, [ know what fortune
awaits me: but it draws me farther
from thee; it will become insupport-
able; my courage, l fear, will not
reach. There was a time when | was
pulled up with courage, and some
times, knowing the evil [ could do
mankind, and what destiny had in
store for me, | could gaze upon the
most unheard misfortunes without con,
tracing my eyebrows or feeling in
the least astonished. But today the
idea of my Josephine being i'll. the
thought that she might be even III
disposed and, above all, the cruel,
melancholy thought that she might
love me less, blighted my soul, chilled
my blood, rendered me sad. down
cast, not even leaving me the our
age of fury or despair. I have al
ready often said to myself men can
be nothing to those who die without
regret; but today, without being loved
by thee, to die without this certainty,
that is the torment of hell, that is the
startling and striking image of absolute
destruction. 1t seemed to choke me,
this thought: ah, my only compan.
fOn, thou who art destined to make. with
me, the painful journey of life. the
day when I shall no longer own thy
heart will be that when nature shall
be for me without heat or vegetation.
I will cease. my dear friend; my soul
is sad. my body fatigued, my mind
dull. men tire me. | may we'll detest
them since they have drawn me from
thy heart, I am at Port Maurice. neal
Oneille: tomorrow I shall be at Alben
ga. The two armies are moving. W.
shall seek to deceive each other. Tt
the most skillful belongs the victory
I am very much pleased with Beaulieu
he maneuvers we'll; he is ADLER thar
his predecessor. [ shall beat him, J
hope, in Il beautiful manner. Do no
be uneasy; love me as the apple Of
thy eye; but that will not be enough
more than myself, than thy soul, thy
life, thy all. There, dearest, pardon
me; I nm delirious. Nature is feeble il
those who feel keenly for those whom
one loves. To Barross. Lucy. Mime
Tallien. my sincere friendship; to Mime
Chateau Renaud. the compliments O
custom; to Hortense and Eugene, true
love.
Napoleon.
Albenga, April Z, 1861 received
letter. that was interrupted, sayes