Adieu, my well-beloved Josephine.—Yours ever,
Napoleon.
A kiss to Hortense, Napoleon, and Stephanie.
Päer, the famous musician, his wife, a virtuoso whom you saw at Milan twelve years ago, and Brizzi are here; they give me a little music every evening.
No. 23.
To the Empress, at Mayence.
December 15, 1806, 3 P.M.
My Dear,—I start for Warsaw. In a fortnight I shall be back; I hope then to be able to send for you. But if that seems a long time, I should be very glad if you would return to Paris, where you are wanted. You well know that I am dependent on events. All my affairs go excellently. My health is very good; I am as well as possible.
Adieu, dear. I have made peace with Saxony.—Yours ever,
Napoleon.