Hortense is usually in good health. Your fat son has been rather unwell, but is getting better. I think the ladies are playing "The Barber of Seville" to-night. The weather is perfect.
Rest assured that my truest wishes are ever for my little Josephine.—Yours ever,
Bonaparte.
No. 4.
To Josephine, at Plombières.
Malmaison, June 27, 1802.
Your letter, dear little wife, has apprised me that you are out of sorts. Corvisart tells me that it is a good sign that the baths are having the desired effect, and that your health will soon be re-established. But I am most truly grieved to know that you are in pain.
Yesterday I went to see the Sèvres manufactory at St. Cloud.
Best wishes to all.—Yours for life,