The boy life of Napoleon, afterwards emperor of the French . was not, the sun did not shine. Then we returnedto Paris, The emperor married a grand princess. Hehad a son — a baby son — the King of Rome ! Then,too, what fetes ! A fine child the King of Rome ! Isaw him often in his little groat-carriaee at the Tuile-ries. I do not know what has become of him. Theysay he is dead ; but I do not believe that, any morethan I believe that my emperor is dead. Two deaths?Bah! old womens stories,—witch stories, good onlyto frighten children to sleep. When my emperor andhis son come back, we shall be amaz
The boy life of Napoleon, afterwards emperor of the French . was not, the sun did not shine. Then we returnedto Paris, The emperor married a grand princess. Hehad a son — a baby son — the King of Rome ! Then,too, what fetes ! A fine child the King of Rome ! Isaw him often in his little groat-carriaee at the Tuile-ries. I do not know what has become of him. Theysay he is dead ; but I do not believe that, any morethan I believe that my emperor is dead. Two deaths?Bah! old womens stories,—witch stories, good onlyto frighten children to sleep. When my emperor andhis son come back, we shall be amazed that we everbelieved them dead ! But he disappeared — the emperor disappeared —he vanished, persisted the scholar. Yes ; he disappeared, the veteran admitted. For after that came the Russian Campaign. Ah,but it was a cold one ! Such snow, such ice; socold, so cold! It was then I lost my eye. My leg1 left at Austerlitz, my arm at Jena ; my eye Idropped somewhere in the Beresina, — so much thebetter. I could not see that freeze-out. Then they. long live the EMPEROR! 245 sent me here. And since that I do not know whathas happened. They tell me — you tell me — to believe such foolish stories ! Bah ! I am nota baby. They tell me that the emperor — my em-peror — was exiled to Elba; that he returned againto France; that he reigned a hundred days; that abattle was fouo^ht at — where was it ? Waterloo, suo-eested the scholar. Eh, yes, you say, at Waterloo ; and you say welost it ? As if we could lose a battle, and Napoleonthere ! Then you will say that the empire was nolonger an empire, but a kingdom; and that he whoofoverned was called Louis the Eio;hteenth, and othersafter him, but not my emperor. Bah! foolish storiesall ! But they are true, old Nonesuch, said theyoungster sadly. Yes; they are true, echoed the other the scholar added, Yes; and your emperor wasbanished by those rascal English to a rock — the rockof St. Helena — a horri
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