Adieu, my dear. Think how much it costs me not to send for you. Say to yourself, "It is a proof how precious I am to him."
Napoleon.
No. 35.
January 25th.—Russians defeated at Mohrungen by Bernadotte.
To the Empress, at Mayence.
January 25, 1807.
I am very unhappy to see you are in pain. I hope that you are at Paris; you will get better there. I share your griefs, and do not groan. For I could not risk losing you by exposing you to fatigues and dangers which befit neither your rank nor your sex.
I wish you never to receive T—— at Paris; he is a black sheep. You would grieve me by doing otherwise.
Adieu, my dear. Love me, and be courageous.
Napoleon.