January 8, 1809.
I have received yours of the 23rd and 26th. I am sorry to see you have toothache. I have been here two days. The weather is what we must expect at this season. The English are embarking. I am in good health.
Adieu, dear.
I am writing Hortense. Eugène has a daughter.
Yours ever,
Napoleon.
No. 14.
To the Empress, at Paris.
January 9, 1809.
Moustache brings me your letter of 31st December. I see from it, dear, that you are sad and have very gloomy disquietudes. Austria will not make war on me; if she does, I have 150,000 men in Germany and as many on the Rhine, and 400,000 Germans to reply to her. Russia will not separate herself from me. They are foolish in Paris; all goes well.