In the interior of this military temple a statue of Mars sleeping had been placed, and from the pillars and roof were suspended the trophies of Denain, Fontenoy, and the campaign of Italy, which would still have decorated that edifice had not the demon of conquest possessed Bonaparte.  Two Invalides, each said to be a hundred years old, stood beside the Minister of War; and the bust of the emancipator of America was placed under the trophy composed of the flags of Aboukir.  In a word, recourse was had to every sort of charlatanism usual on such occasions.  In the evening there was a numerous assembly at the Luxembourg, and Bonaparte took much credit to himself for the effect produced on this remarkable day.  He had only to wait ten days for his removal to the Tuileries, and precisely on that day the national mourning for Washington was to cease, for which a general mourning for freedom might well have been substituted.

I have said very little about Murat in the course of these Memoirs except mentioning the brilliant part he performed in several battles.  Having now arrived at the period of his marriage with one of Napoleon’s sisters I take the opportunity of returning to the interesting events which preceded that alliance.

His fine and well-proportioned form, his great physical strength and somewhat refined elegance of manner,—­the fire of his eye, and his fierce courage in battle, gave to Murat rather the character of one of those ‘preux chevaliers’ so well described by Ariosto and Taro, that, that a Republican soldier.  The nobleness of his look soon made the lowness of his birth be forgotten.  He was affable, polished, gallant; and in the field of battle twenty men headed by Murat were worth a whole regiment.  Once only he showed himself under the influence of fear, and the reader shall see in what circumstance it was that he ceased to be himself.

—­[Marshal Lannes, so brave and brilliant in war and so well able to appreciate courage, one day sharply rebuked a colonel for having punished a young officer just arrived from school at Fontainebleau because he gave evidence of fear in his first engagement.  “Know, colonel,” said he, “none but a poltroon (the term was oven more strong) will boast that he never was afraid.”—­Bourrienne.]—­

When Bonaparte in his first Italian campaign had forced Wurmser to retreat into Mantua with 28,000 men, he directed Miollis, with only 4000 men, to oppose any sortie that might be attempted by the Austrian general.  In one of these sorties Murat, who was at the head of a very weak detachment, was ordered to charge Wurmser.  He was afraid, neglected to execute the order, and in a moment of confusion said that he was wounded.  Murat immediately fell into disgrace with the General-in-Chief, whose ‘aide de camp’ he was.