Perhaps she was not quite so unhappy there as she sometimes represented.  If she could not go to Paris, many distinguished and brilliant Parisians came to Coppet, and met there many brilliant and distinguished Germans, Genevans, Italians, and Danes.  The Parisian salon, reconstituted, flourished on Swiss soil.  There visited there, at one time or another, Madame Recamier and Madame Kruedner; Benjamin Constant, who was so long Madame de Stael’s lover; Bonstetten, the Voltairean philosopher; Frederika Brun, the Danish artist; Sismondi, the historian; Werner, the German poet; Karl Ritter, the German geographer; Baron de Voght; Monti, the Italian poet:  Madame Vigee Le Brun; Cuvier; and Oelenschlaeger.  From almost every one of them we have some pen-and-ink sketch of the life there.  This, for instance, is the scene as it appeared to Madame Le Brun, who came to paint the hostess’s portrait: 

“I paint her in antique costume.  She is not beautiful, but the animation of her visage takes the place of beauty.  To aid the expression I wished to give her, I entreated her to recite tragic verses while I painted.  She declaimed passages from Corneille and Racine.  I find many persons established at Coppet:  the beautiful Madame Recamier, the Comte de Sabran, a young English woman, Benjamin Constant, etc.  Its society is continually renewed.  They come to visit the illustrious exile who is pursued by the rancor of the Emperor.  Her two sons are now with her, under the instruction of the German scholar Schlegel; her daughter is very beautiful, and has a passionate love of study; she leaves her company free all the morning, but they unite in the evening.  It is only after dinner that they can converse with her.  She then walks in her salon, holding in her hand a little green branch; and her words have an ardor quite peculiar to her; it is impossible to interrupt her.  At these times she produces on one the effect of an improvisation.”

And here is a still more graphic description, taken from a letter written to Madame Recamier by Baron de Voght: 

“It is to you that I owe my most amiable reception at Coppet.  It is no doubt to the favorable expectations aroused by your friendship that I owe my intimate acquaintance with this remarkable woman.  I might have met her without your assistance—­some casual acquaintance would no doubt have introduced me—­but I should never have penetrated to the intimacy of this sublime and beautiful soul, and should never have known how much better she is than her reputation.  She is an angel sent from heaven to reveal the divine goodness upon earth.  To make her irresistible, a pure ray of celestial light embellishes her spirit and makes her amiable from every point of view.

“At once profound and light, whether she is discovering a mysterious secret of the soul or grasping the lightest shadow of a sentiment, her genius shines without dazzling, and when the orb of light has disappeared, it leaves a pleasant twilight to follow it....  No doubt a few faults, a few weaknesses, occasionally veil this celestial apparition; even the initiated must sometimes be troubled by these eclipses, which the Genevan astronomers in vain endeavor to predict.