One evening as I was conducting the First Consul on one of these visits to his wife, we perceived in the corridor a handsome young fellow coming out of the apartment of one of Madame Bonaparte’s women servants.  He tried to steal away; but the First Consul cried in a loud voice, “Who goes there?  Where are you going?  What do you want?  What is your name?” He was merely a valet of Madame Bonaparte, and, stupefied by these startling inquiries, replied in a frightened voice that he had just executed an errand for Madame Bonaparte.  “Very well,” replied the First Consul, “but do not let me catch you again.”  Satisfied that the gallant would profit by the lesson, the general did not seek to learn his name, nor that of his inamorata.  This reminds me of an occasion on which he was much more severe in regard to another chambermaid of Madame Bonaparte.  She was young, and very pretty, and inspired very tender sentiments in Rapp and E——­, two aides-de-camp, who besieged her with their sighs, and sent her flowers and billets-doux.  The young girl, at least such was the opinion of every one, gave them no encouragement, and Josephine was much attached to her; nevertheless, when the First Consul observed the gallantries of the young men, he became angry, and had the poor girl discharged, in spite of her tears and the prayers of Madame Bonaparte and of the brave and honest Colonel Rapp, who swore naively that the fault was entirely on his side, that the poor child had not listened to him, and that her conduct was worthy of all praise.  Nothing availed against the resolution of the First Consul, whose only reply was, “I will have nothing improper in my household, and no scandal.”

Whenever the First Consul made a distribution of arms of honor, there was always a banquet at the Tuileries, to which were admitted, without distinction, and whatever their grade, all who had a share in these rewards.  At these banquets, which took place in the grand gallery of the chateau, there were sometimes two hundred guests; and General Duroc being master of ceremonies on these occasions, the First Consul took care to recommend him to intermingle the private soldiers, the colonels, the generals, etc.  He ordered the domestics to show especial attention to the private soldiers, and to see that they had plenty of the best to eat and to drink.  These are the longest repasts I have seen the emperor make; and on these occasions he was amiable and entirely unconstrained, making every effort to put his guests entirely at their ease, though with many of them this was a difficult task.  Nothing was more amusing than to see these brave soldiers sitting two feet from-the table, not daring to approach their plates or the food, red to the ears, and with their necks stretched out towards the general, as if to receive the word of command.  The First Consul made them relate the notable deeds which had brought each his national recognition, and often laughed boisterously at their singular narrations.  He