—­[Miot de Melito, who was a follower of Joseph Bonaparte, says, “No woman has united go much kindness to so much natural grace, or has done more good with more pleasure than she did.  She honoured me with her friendship, and the remembrance of the benevolence she has shown me, to the last moment of her too short existence, will never be effaced from my heart” (tome i. pp.101-2).]—­

—­[Meneval, the successor of Bourrienne is his place of secretary to Napoleon, and who remained attached to the Emperor until the end, says of Josephine (tome i. p. 227), “Josephine was irresistibly attractive.  Her beauty was not regular, but she had ’La grace, plus belle encore que la beaute’, according to the good La Fontaine.  She had the soft abandonment, the supple and elegant movements, and the graceful carelessness of the creoles.—­(The reader must remember that the term “Creole” does not imply any taint of black blood, but only that the person, of European family, has been born in the West Indies.)—­Her temper was always the same.  She was gentle and kind."]—­

I am convinced that all who were acquainted with her must have felt bound to speak well of her; to few, indeed, did she ever give cause for complaint.  In the time of her power she did not lose any of her friends, because she forgot none of them.  Benevolence was natural to her, but she was not always prudent in its exercise.  Hence her protection was often extended to persons who did not deserve it.  Her taste for splendour and expense was excessive.  This proneness to luxury became a habit which seemed constantly indulged without any motive.  What scenes have I not witnessed when the moment for paying the tradesmen’s bills arrived!  She always kept back one-half of their claims, and the discovery of this exposed her to new reproaches.  How many tears did she shed which might have been easily spared!

When fortune placed a crown on her head she told me that the event, extraordinary as it was, had been predicted:  It is certain that she put faith in fortune-tellers.  I often expressed to her my astonishment that she should cherish such a belief, and she readily laughed at her own credulity; but notwithstanding never abandoned it:  The event had given importance to the prophecy; but the foresight of the prophetess, said to be an old regress, was not the less a matter of doubt.

Not long before the 13th of Vendemiaire, that day which opened for Bonaparte his immense career, he addressed a letter to me at Sens, in which, after some of his usually friendly expressions, he said, “Look out a small piece of land in your beautiful valley of the Yonne.  I will purchase it as soon as I can scrape together the money.  I wish to retire there; but recollect that I will have nothing to do with national property.”

Bonaparte left Paris on the 21st of March 1796, while I was still with my guardians.  He no sooner joined the French army than General Colli, then in command of the Piedmontese army, transmitted to him the following letter, which, with its answer, I think sufficiently interesting to deserve preservation: