Part 29 (2/2)
”You have always manifested the greatest kindness for him,” said Josephine, ”and he is gratefully devoted to you for what you have done for him.”
”Gratefully!” exclaimed Bonaparte, sarcastically. ”There is no grat.i.tude on earth, and the Duke of Litalba is as ungrateful as the rest of mankind. I called him my friend. Do you know how he has paid me for it, and what he has said of me behind my back?”
”Oh, then, they have told you libels and made you angry again by repeating to you the gossip of idle tongues?”
”They shall tell me every thing--I want to know every thing!” retorted Bonaparte, violently. ”I must know my friends and my enemies. And I believed Litalba to be my friend, I believed him when he told me, with tears in his eyes, how much he was afflicted by my departure, and how devotedly he loved me. I believed him, and on the same day he said at a public casino, 'Now at last our city will get rid of this meteor that is able all alone to set fire to the whole of Europe, and to spread the sparks of its revolutionary fire to the most remote corners of the world.' [Footnote: Ibid., vol. I., p. 362.] He dared to call me a meteor, a s.h.i.+ning nothing which after lighting up the sky for a short while explodes and dissolves itself into vapor. I shall prove to him and to the whole world that I am more than that, and if I kindle a fire in Europe, it shall be large enough to burn every enemy of mine.”
”Your glory is the fire that will consume your enemies,” said Josephine, eagerly. ”You will not reply to their calumnies--your deeds will speak for themselves. Do not heed the voice of slander, my Italian, listen only to the voice of your glory. It will march before you to France like a herald, it will fill all hearts with enthusiasm, and all hearts will hail your arrival with rapturous applause--you, the victorious chieftain, the conqueror of Italy!”
”I will show you the herald I am going to send to-day to France, to be presented there in my name by General Joubert to the Directory,”
replied Bonaparte. ”It is a herald whose mute language will be even more eloquent than all the hymns of victory with which they may receive me.
Wait here for a moment. I shall be back directly.”
He waved his hand to her and hastily left the room. Josephine's eyes followed him with an expression of tender admiration. ”What a bold mind, what a fiery heart!” she said, in a low voice. ”Who will stem the bold flight of this mind, who will extinguish the flames of this heart?
Who--”
The door opened, and Bonaparte returned, followed by several footmen carrying a rolled-up banner. When they had reached the middle of the room, he took it from them and told them to withdraw. As soon as the door had closed behind them, he rapidly unrolled the banner so that it floated majestically over his head.
”Ah, that is the proud victor of the bridge of Arcole!” exclaimed Josephine, enthusiastically. ”Thus you must have looked when you headed the column, rus.h.i.+ng into the hail of b.a.l.l.s and bullets, and bearing the colors aloft in your right hand! Oh, Bonaparte, how glorious you look under your glorious banner!”
”Do not look at me, but look at the banner,” he said. ”Future generations may some day take it for a monument from the fabulous times of antiquity, and yet this monument contains nothing but the truth. The Directory shall hang up this banner in its hall, and if it should try to deny or belittle my deeds, I shall point at the banner which will tell every one what has been accomplished in Italy by the French army and its general.”
Josephine looked in silent admiration at the splendid banner. It was made of the heaviest white satin, trimmed with a broad border of blue and white. Large eagles, embroidered in gold, and decorated with precious stones, filled the corners on both sides; warlike emblems, executed by the most skilful painters, filled the inside of the colored border, and inscriptions in large gold letters covered the centre.
”Read these inscriptions, Josephine,” said Bonaparte imperiously, pointing at them with his uplifted arm. ”It is a simple and short history of our campaign in Italy. Read aloud, Josephine; let me hear from your lips the triumphal hymn of my army!”
Josephine seized the gold cord hanging down from the banner and thus kept it straight. Bonaparte, proudly leaning against the gilt flag-staff, which he grasped with both hands, listened smiling and with flas.h.i.+ng eyes to Josephine, who read as follows:
”One hundred and fifty thousand prisoners; one hundred and seventy stands of colors; five hundred and fifty siege-guns; six hundred field-pieces; five pontoon parks; nine line-of-battle s.h.i.+ps, of sixty-four guns; twelve frigates of thirty-two guns; twelve corvettes; eighteen galleys; armistice with the King of Sardinia; treaty with Genoa; armistice with the Duke of Parma; armistice with the King of Naples; armistice with the Pope; preliminaries of Leoben; treaty of Montebello with the Republic of Genoa; treaty of peace with the emperor at Campo Formio.”
”Liberty restored to the people of Bologna, Ferrara, Modena, Ma.s.sacarrara, of the Romagna, of Lombardy, Brescia, Bergamo, Mantua, Cremona, Chiavenna, Bormio, and the Valtellino; further, to the people of Genoa, to the va.s.sals of the emperor, to the people of the department of Corcyra, of the Aegean Sea and Ithaca.”
”Sent to Paris all the masterpieces of Michel Angelo, Guercino, t.i.tian, Paul Veronese, Correggio, Albarro, the two Carracci, Raphael, and Leonardo da Vinci.” [Footnote: This wonderful banner was hung up in the hall of the Directory while the members of the latter were occupying the Luxemburg. It afterward accompanied the three consuls to the Tuileries, and was preserved there in the large reception-room. It is now in the ”Dome des Invalides” in the chapel containing the emperor's sarcophagus.]
”Ah, my friend,” exclaimed Josephine, enthusiastically, ”that is a leaf from history which the storms of centuries will never blow away!”
Bonaparte slowly lowered the banner until it almost covered the floor and then he muttered gloomily: ”Men are like leaves in the wind; the wind blows the leaves to the ground, [Footnote: Homer] and--but no,”
he interrupted himself, ”I shall write my name on every rock and every mountain in Europe, and fasten it there with iron-clasps in such a manner that no winds shall blow it away! Oh, footmen! come in, roll up the banner again, and put it back into the case!”
The footmen hastened to obey, and took the banner away. Bonaparte turned again to his wife with a smile.
”I promised you a few presents,” he said. ”As yet I have given you only the medals. The best gift I have kept back. Marmont sent me the statue of the Holy Virgin which he removed from Loretto.”
”Then you have not fulfilled my urgent prayers!” said Josephine, reproachfully. ”Even the property of the Church and of the Holy Father at Rome have not been safe from the hands of the conquerors!”
”That is the law of war,” said Bonaparte. ”Woe to the places which war touches on its b.l.o.o.d.y path! But you may rea.s.sure yourself, Josephine. I have only taken from the Holy Father these superfluous things which he may easily spare. I only took his plate, his jewelry, and diamonds, thus reducing him to the simplicity of the apostles; and I am sure the good old man will thank me for it. I have, moreover, only striven to promote the welfare of his soul by doing so, and the Roman martyrologist some day will add his name to the list of saints. [Footnote: Le Normand, vol.
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