CHAPTER
I.—A First Love.
II.—Louis Bonaparte and Duroc.
III—Consul and King.
IV.—The Calumny.
V.—King or Emperor.
VI.—Napoleon’s Heir.
VII.—Premonitions.
VIII.—The Divorce.
IX.—The King of Holland.
X.—Junot, the Duke d’Abrantes.
XI.—Louis Napoleon as a Vender
of Violets.
XII.—The Days of Misfortune.
XIII.—The Allies in Paris.
XIV.—Correspondence between the Queen
and Louise de Cochelet.
XV.—Queen Hortense and the
Emperor Alexander.
XVI.—The New Uncles.
XVII.—Death of the Empress Josephine.
BOOK III.
THE RESTORATION.
CHAPTER
I.—The Return of the
Bourbons.
II.—The Bourbons and the Bonapartes.
III.—Madame de Stael.
IV.—Madame de Stael’s
Return to Paris.
V.—Madame de Stael’s
Visit to Queen Hortense.
VI.—The Old and New Era.
VII.—King Louis XVIII.
VIII.—The Drawing-room of the Duchess of
St. Leu.
IX.—The Burial of Louis XVI.
and his Wife.
X.—Napoleon’s Return
from Elba.
XI.—Louis XVIII.’s Departure
and Napoleon’s Arrival.
XII.—The Hundred Days.
XIII.—Napoleon’s Last Adieu.
BOOK IV.
THE DUCHESS OF ST. LEU.
CHAPTER
I.—The Banishment of
the Duchess of St. Leu.
II.—Louis Napoleon as a Child.
III.—The Revolution of 1830.
IV.—The Revolution in Rome
and the Sons of Hortense.
V.—The Death of Prince
Napoleon.
VI.—The Flight from Italy.
VII.—The Pilgrimage.
VIII.—Louis Philippe and the Duchess of
St. Leu.
IX.—The Departure of the Duchess
from Paris.
X.—Pilgrimage through
France.
XI.—Fragment from the Memoirs
of Queen Hortense.
XII.—The Pilgrim.
XIII.—Conclusion.
ILLUSTRATIONS.
General Bonaparte suppressing the Revolt of the Sections, Frontispiece.
View of the Tuileries.
Portrait of Queen Hortense.
Portrait of Madame de Stael.
QUEEN HORTENSE.
BOOK I.
DAYS OF CHILDHOOD AND OF THE REVOLUTION.
CHAPTER I.
Days of childhood.
“One moment of bliss is not too dearly bought with death,” says our great German poet, and he may be right; but a moment of bliss purchased with a long lifetime full of trial and suffering is far too costly.
And when did it come for her, this “moment of bliss?” When could Hortense Beauharnais, in speaking of herself, declare, “I am happy? Now, let suffering and sorrow come upon me, if they will; I have tasted felicity, and, in the memories it has left me, it is imperishable and eternal!”