Finally, worn in body, she reached Russia, and was cordially received by Alexander and Empress Elizabeth.  From here she went to Sweden, and had an equally cordial welcome from Bernadotte, the general who became king.  Afterward she spent four months in England, bringing out Allemagne. Here she received a perfect ovation.  At Lord Lansdowne’s the first ladies in the kingdom mounted on chairs and tables to catch a glimpse of her.  Sir James Mackintosh said:  “The whole fashionable and literary world is occupied with Madame de Stael, the most celebrated woman of this, or perhaps of any age.”  Very rare must be the case where a woman of fine mind does not have many admirers among gentlemen.

Her Allemagne was published in 1813, the manuscript having been secretly carried over Germany, Poland, Russia, Sweden, and the Baltic Sea.  The first part treated of the manners of Germany; the second, its literature and art; the third, its philosophy and morals; the fourth, its religion.  The book had a wonderful sale, and was soon translated into all the principal tongues of Europe.  Lamartine said:  “Her style, without losing any of its youthful vigor and splendor, seemed now to be illuminated with more lofty and eternal lights as she approached the evening of life, and the diviner mysteries of thought.  This style no longer paints, no longer chants; it adores....  Her name will live as long as literature, as long as the history of her country.”

Meantime, great changes had taken place in France.  Napoleon had been defeated at Leipsic, leaving a quarter of a million murdered on his battle-fields; he had abdicated, and was on his way to Elba.  She immediately returned to Paris, with much the same feeling as Victor Hugo, when he wept as he came from his long exile under “Napoleon the Little.”  Again to her salon came kings and generals, Alexander of Russia, Wellington, and others.

But soon Napoleon returned, and she fled to Coppet.  He sent her an invitation to come to Paris, declaring he would now live for the peace of Europe, but she could not trust him.  She saw her daughter, lovely and beautiful, married to the Duc de Broglie, a leading statesman, and was happy in her happiness.  Rocca’s health was failing, and they repaired to Italy for a time.

In 1816 they returned to Paris, Napoleon having gone from his final defeat to St. Helena.  But Madame de Stael was broken with her trials.  She seemed to grow more and more frail, till the end came.  She said frequently, “My father awaits me on the other shore.”  To Chateaubriand she said, “I have loved God, my father, and my country.”  She could not and would not go to sleep the last night, for fear she might never look upon Rocca again.  He begged her to sleep and he would awaken her often.  “Good night,” she said, and it was forever.  She never wakened.  They buried her beside her father at Coppet, under the grand old trees.  Rocca died in seven months, at the age of thirty-one.  “I hoped,” he said, “to have died in her arms.”