His Majesty conversed for some time with the good ecclesiastic, manifesting the greatest kindness and respect.  He informed their Majesties that he had been, previous to the Revolution, the regular priest of one of the parishes of Fontainebleau, and had done everything possible to avoid emigrating; but that terror had at length forced him to leave his native land, although he was then more than seventy-five years old; that he had returned to France at the time of the proclamation of the Concordat, and now lived on a modest pension hardly sufficient to pay his board in the hospital.  “Monsieur l’Abbe,” said his Majesty after listening to the old priest attentively, “I will order your pension to be doubled; and if that is not sufficient I hope you will apply to the Empress or to me.”  The good ecclesiastic thanked the Emperor with tears in his eyes.  “Unfortunately, Sire,” said he among other things, “I am too old to long enjoy your Majesty’s reign or profit by your kindness.”—­“You?” replied the Emperor, smiling, “why, you are a young man.  Look at M. de Belloy; he is much your senior, and we hope to keep him with us for a long time yet.”  Their Majesties then took leave of the old man, who was much affected, leaving him in the midst of a crowd of the inhabitants who had collected before the hospital during this conversation, and who were much impressed by this interesting scene and the generous kindness of the Emperor.

M. de Belloy, cardinal and archbishop of Paris, whose name the Emperor mentioned in the conversation I have just related, was then ninety-eight years of age, though his health was excellent; and I have never seen an old man who had as venerable an air as this worthy prelate.  The Emperor had the profoundest respect for him, and never failed to give evidence of it on every occasion.  During this same month of September, a large number of the faithful having assembled according to custom on Mount Valerien, the archbishop likewise repaired to the spot to hear mass.  As he was about to withdraw, seeing that many pious persons were awaiting his benediction, he addressed them before bestowing it in a few words which showed his kindness of heart and his evangelical simplicity:  “My children, I know that I must be very old from the loss of my strength, but not of my zeal and my tenderness for you.  Pray God, my children, for your old archbishop, who never fails to intercede on your behalf each day.”

During his stay at Fontainebleau, the Emperor enjoyed more frequently than ever before the pleasures of the chase.  The costume necessary was a French coat of green dragon color, decorated with buttons and gold lace, white cashmere breeches, and Hessian boots without facings; this was the costume for the grand hunt which was always a stag hunt; that for a hunt with guns being a plain, green French coat with no other ornament than white buttons, on which were cut suitable inscriptions.  This costume was the same for all persons taking part in this hunt, with no distinguishing marks, even for his Majesty himself.