Produced by Anne Soulard, Charles Aldarondo, Keren Vergon, Shawn Wheeler, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team THE COURT OF THE EMPRESS JOSEPHINE BY IMBERT DE SAINT-AMAND TRANSLATED BY THOMAS SERGEANT PERRY ILLUSTRATED 1900 CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNING OF THE EMPIRE II. THE JOURNEY TO THE BANKS OF THE RHINE III. THE POPE'S ARRIVAL AT FONTAINEBLEAU IV. THE PREPARATIONS FOR THE CORONATION V. THE CORONATION VI. THE DISTRIBUTION OF FLAGS VII. THE FESTIVITIES VIII. THE ETIQUETTE OF THE IMPERIAL PALACE IX. THE HOUSEHOLD OF THE EMPRESS X. NAPOLEON'S GALLANTRIES XI. THE POPE AT THE TUILERIES XII. THE JOURNEY IN ITALY XIII. THE CORONATION AT MILAN XIV. THE FESTIVITIES AT GENOA XV. DURING THE CAMPAIGN OF AUSTERLITZ XVI. THE MARRIAGE OF PRINCE EUGENE XVII. PARIS IN THE BEGINNING OF 1806 XVIII. THE MARRIAGE OF THE PRINCE OF BADEN XIX. THE NEW QUEEN OF HOLLAND XX. THE EMPRESS AT MAYENCE XXI. THE RETURN OF THE EMPRESS TO PARIS XXII. THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG NAPOLEON XXIII. THE END OF THE WAR XXIV. THE EMPEROR'S RETURN XXV. THE COURT AT FONTAINEBLEAU XXVI. THE END OF THE YEAR 1807 I. THE BEGINNING OF THE EMPIRE. "Two-thirds of my life is passed, why should I so distress myself about what remains? The most brilliant fortune does not deserve all the trouble I take, the pettiness I detect in myself, or the humiliations and shame I endure; thirty years will destroy those giants of power which can be seen only by raising the head; we shall disappear, I who am so petty, and those whom I regard so eagerly, from whom I expected all my greatness. The most desirable of all blessings is repose, seclusion, a little spot we can call our own." When La Bruyere expressed himself so bitterly, when he spoke of the court "which satisfies no one," but "prevents one from being satisfied anywhere else," of the court, "that country where the joys are visible but false, and the sorrows hidden, but real," he had before him the brilliant Palace of Versailles, the unrivalled glory of the Sun King, a monarchy which thought itself immovable and eternal. What would he say in this century when dynasties fail like autumn leaves, and it takes much less than thirty years to destroy the giants of power; when the exile of to-day repeats to the exile of the morrow the motto of the churchyard: _Hodie mihi, eras tibi?_ What would this Christian philosopher say at a time when royal and imperial palaces have been like caravansaries through which sovereigns have passed like travellers, when their brief resting-places have been consumed by the blaze of petroleum and are now but a heap of ashes?