scene from private life, and Josephine entered into it with all her heart.  From the manner in which she caressed this child, it might have been said that it was some ordinary, child, and not a son of the Caesars, as flatterers said, not the son of a great man, whose cradle was surrounded with so many honors, and who had been born a king.  Josephine bathed him with her tears, and said to him some of those baby words with which a mother makes herself understood and loved by her new born.  It was necessary at last to separate them.  The interview had been short, but it had been well employed by the loving soul of Josephine.  In this scene one could judge from her joy of the sincerity of her sacrifice, while at the same time her stifled sighs testified to its extent.  Madame de Montesquieu’s visits were made only at long intervals, which distressed Josephine greatly; but the child was growing larger, an indiscreet word lisped by him, a childish remembrance, the least thing, might offend Marie Louise, who feared Josephine.  The Emperor wished to avoid this annoyance, which would have affected his domestic happiness; so he ordered that the visits should be made more rarely, and at last they were stopped.  I have heard Josephine say that the birth of the King of Rome repaid her for all sacrifices, and surely never was the devotion of a woman more disinterested or more complete.

Immediately after his birth the King of Rome was confided to the care of a nurse of a healthy, robust constitution, taken from among the people.  This woman could neither leave the palace nor receive a visit from any man; the strictest precautions were observed in this respect.  She was taken out to ride for her health in a carriage, and even then she was accompanied by several women.

These were the habits of Marie Louise with her son.  In the morning about nine o’clock the king was brought to his mother; she took him in her arms and caressed him a few moments, then returned him to his nurse, and began to read the papers.  The child grew tired, and the lady in charge took him away.  At four o’clock the mother went to visit her son; that is to say, Marie Louise went down into the king’s apartments, carrying with her some embroidery, on which she worked at intervals.  Twenty minutes after she was informed that M. Isabey or M. Prudhon had arrived for the lesson in painting or drawing, whereupon the Empress returned to her apartments.

Thus passed the first months which followed the birth of the King of Rome.  In the intervals between fetes, the Emperor was occupied with decrees, reviews, monuments, and plans, constantly employed, with few distractions, indefatigable in every work, and still not seeming to have anything to occupy his powerful mind, and happy in his private life with his young wife, by whom he was tenderly beloved.  The Empress led a very simple life, which suited her disposition well.  Josephine needed more excitement; her life had been also more in the outside world, more animated, more expansive; though this did not prevent her being very faithful to the duties of her domestic life, and very tender and loving towards her husband, whom she knew how to render happy in her own way.