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Updated: June 21, 2025
Eventually the Emperor arrived, and in accordance with the protocol, which I already knew, I hurried to hand over the portfolios to M. Meneval, and to ask for the Emperor's further orders. These I found agreeable, for I was instructed to carry some fresh portfolios to Paris, and the Emperor gave me a letter which I was to deliver personally to the Empress Josephine.
But I saw that for some time past M. de Meneval had begun to supersede me, and the First Consul only wanted such an opportunity as this for coming to a rupture with me. Such is a true statement of the circumstances which led to my separation from Bonaparte.
In spite of the loyal effort of Meneval to make her ironic procession through life appear as favourable as he can, the only true impression that can be arrived at is that she was without shame, self-control, or pity. A strange sympathiser of Napoleon in his dire distress was a daughter of Maria Theresa and a sister of Marie Antoinette Queen Marie Caroline, grandmother to Marie Louise.
With the aid of eye-witnesses whose memoirs abound with most valuable recollections such as Prince Metternich, who had the principal charge of the Archduchess's marriage; M. de Bausset and General de Segur, both attached to the Emperor Napoleon's household, so that they saw him nearly every day; Madame Durand, the Empress's first lady-in-waiting; Baron de Meneval, his private secretary with their aid we shall try to recall the brilliant past, taking for our motto that phrase of Michelet: "History is a resurrection."
The day after my disgrace Renewal of my duties Bonaparte's affected regard for me Offer of an assistant M. de Meneval My second rupture with Bonaparte The Due de Rovigo's account of it Letter from M. de Barbe Marbois Real causes of my separation from the First Consul Postscript to the letter of M. de Barbe Marbois The black cabinet Inspection of letters dining the Consulate I retire to St.
I was still speaking to Monsieur de Meneval, when an officer passing at a gallop gave us the sad news of the general's death. I have never forgotten the impression made on me by this sad news, and I still find no explanation of the strange mental distress which gave warning to this brave soldier of his approaching end.
He will insist upon doing everything, everything himself. It is noble, but it is to be a martyr. I have no doubt that at the present moment but you have not yet told me where he is, Monsieur de Talleyrand. 'We expect him every instant, your Majesty. 'In that case we shall sit down and await his return. Ah, Monsieur de Meneval, how I pity you when I see you among all those papers!
One day when she was standing at a window of the palace of Saint Cloud, gazing thoughtfully at the view before her, M. de Meneval ventured to ask the cause of the deep revery in which she appeared to be sunk.
The Countess of Montesquiou, the governess of the King of Rome, was the wife of the Emperor's Grand Chamberlain. The Baron de Meneval thus speaks of her: "Madame de Montesquiou, who was of high birth, received the highest consideration and thoroughly deserved it. She was forty-six years old when she was appointed governess of the Imperial children; her reputation was above reproach.
Sometimes, also, the Emperor wished notes to be taken while he was in bed or in his bath, and said to me, "Constant, take a pen and write;" but I always refused, and went to summon M. de Meneval.
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