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The Story Of Pauline Bonaparte

It was said of Napoleon long ago that he could govern emperors and

kings, but that not even he could rule his relatives. He himself once


"My family have done me far more harm than I have been able to do them


It would be an interesting historical study to determine just how far

the great soldier's family aided in his downfall by their selfishness,

their jealousy,
their meanness, and their ingratitude.

There is something piquant in thinking of Napoleon as a domestic sort of

person. Indeed, it is rather difficult to do so. When we speak his name

we think of the stern warrior hurling his armies up bloody slopes and on

to bloody victory. He is the man whose steely eyes made his haughtiest

marshals tremble, or else the wise, far-seeing statesman and lawgiver;

but decidedly he is not a household model. We read of his sharp speech

to women, of his outrageous manners at the dinner-table, and of the

thousand and one details which Mme. de Remusat has chronicled--and

perhaps in part invented, for there has always existed the suspicion

that her animus was that of a woman who had herself sought the imperial

favor and had failed to win it.

But, in fact, all these stories relate to the Napoleon of courts and

palaces, and not to the Napoleon of home. In his private life this great

man was not merely affectionate and indulgent, but he even showed a

certain weakness where his relatives were concerned, so that he let them

prey upon him almost without end.

He had a great deal of the Italian largeness and lavishness of character

with his family. When a petty officer he nearly starved himself in

order to give his younger brother, Louis, a military education. He was

devotedly fond of children, and they were fond of him, as many anecdotes

attest. His passionate love for Josephine before he learned of her

infidelity is almost painful to read of; and even afterward, when he had

been disillusioned, and when she was paying Fouche a thousand francs

a day to spy upon Napoleon's every action, he still treated her with

friendliness and allowed her extravagance to embarrass him.

He made his eldest brother, Joseph, King of Spain, and Spain proved

almost as deadly to him as did Russia. He made his youngest brother,

Jerome, King of Westphalia, and Jerome turned the palace into a pigsty

and brought discredit on the very name of Bonaparte. His brother Louis,

for whom he had starved himself, he placed upon the throne of Holland,

and Louis promptly devoted himself to his own interests, conniving

at many things which were inimical to France. He was planning high

advancement for his brother Lucien, and Lucien suddenly married a

disreputable actress and fled with her to England, where he was received

with pleasure by the most persistent of all Napoleon's enemies.

So much for his brothers--incompetent, ungrateful, or openly his foes.

But his three sisters were no less remarkable in the relations which

they bore to him. They have been styled "the three crowned courtesans,"

and they have been condemned together as being utterly void of principle

and monsters of ingratitude.

Much of this censure was well deserved by all of them--by Caroline and

Elise and Pauline. But when we look at the facts impartially we shall

find something which makes Pauline stand out alone as infinitely

superior to her sisters. Of all the Bonapartes she was the only one who

showed fidelity and gratitude to the great emperor, her brother. Even

Mme. Mere, Napoleon's mother, who beyond all question transmitted to him

his great mental and physical power, did nothing for him. At the height

of his splendor she hoarded sous and francs and grumblingly remarked:

"All this is for a time. It isn't going to last!"

Pauline, however, was in one respect different from all her kindred.

Napoleon made Elise a princess in her own right and gave her the Grand

Duchy of Tuscany. He married Caroline to Marshal Murat, and they

became respectively King and Queen of Naples. For Pauline he did very

little--less, in fact, than for any other member of his family--and yet

she alone stood by him to the end.

This feather-headed, languishing, beautiful, distracting morsel of

frivolity, who had the manners of a kitten and the morals of a cat,

nevertheless was not wholly unworthy to be Napoleon's sister. One has to

tell many hard things of her; and yet one almost pardons her because

of her underlying devotion to the man who made the name of Bonaparte

illustrious for ever. Caroline, Queen of Naples, urged her husband to

turn against his former chief. Elise, sour and greedy, threw in

her fortunes with the Murats. Pauline, as we shall see, had the one

redeeming trait of gratitude.

To those who knew her she was from girlhood an incarnation of what

used to be called "femininity." We have to-day another and a higher

definition of womanhood, but to her contemporaries, and to many modern

writers, she has seemed to be first of all woman--"woman to the tips of

her rosy finger-nails," says Levy. Those who saw her were distracted

by her loveliness. They say that no one can form any idea of her beauty

from her pictures. "A veritable masterpiece of creation," she had been

called. Frederic Masson declares:

She was so much more the typical woman that with her the defects common

to women reached their highest development, while her beauty attained a

perfection which may justly be called unique.

No one speaks of Pauline Bonaparte's character or of her intellect, but

wholly of her loveliness and charm, and, it must be added, of her utter

lack of anything like a moral sense.

Even as a child of thirteen, when the Bonapartes left Corsica and took

up their abode in Marseilles, she attracted universal attention by her

wonderful eyes, her grace, and also by the utter lack of decorum which

she showed. The Bonaparte girls at this time lived almost on charity.

The future emperor was then a captain of artillery and could give them

but little out of his scanty pay.

Pauline--or, as they called her in those days, Paulette--wore unbecoming

hats and shabby gowns, and shoes that were full of holes. None the

less, she was sought out by several men of note, among them Freron, a

commissioner of the Convention. He visited Pauline so often as to cause

unfavorable comment; but he was in love with her, and she fell in love

with him to the extent of her capacity. She used to write him love

letters in Italian, which were certainly not lacking in ardor. Here is

the end of one of them:

I love you always and most passionately. I love you for ever, my

beautiful idol, my heart, my appealing lover. I love you, love you, love

you, the most loved of lovers, and I swear never to love any one else!

This was interesting in view of the fact that soon afterward she fell in

love with Junot, who became a famous marshal. But her love affairs never

gave her any serious trouble; and the three sisters, who now began to

feel the influence of Napoleon's rise to power, enjoyed themselves as

they had never done before. At Antibes they had a beautiful villa, and

later a mansion at Milan.

By this time Napoleon had routed the Austrians in Italy, and all France

was ringing with his name. What was Pauline like in her maidenhood?

Arnault says:

She was an extraordinary combination of perfect physical beauty and the

strangest moral laxity. She was as pretty as you please, but utterly

unreasonable. She had no more manners than a school-girl--talking

incoherently, giggling at everything and nothing, and mimicking the most

serious persons of rank.

General de Ricard, who knew her then, tells in his monograph of the

private theatricals in which Pauline took part, and of the sport which

they had behind the scenes. He says:

The Bonaparte girls used literally to dress us. They pulled our ears and

slapped us, but they always kissed and made up later. We used to stay in

the girls' room all the time when they were dressing.

Napoleon was anxious to see his sisters in some way settled. He proposed

to General Marmont to marry Pauline. The girl was then only seventeen,

and one might have had some faith in her character. But Marmont was

shrewd and knew her far too well. The words in which he declined the

honor are interesting:

"I know that she is charming and exquisitely beautiful; yet I have

dreams of domestic happiness, of fidelity, and of virtue. Such dreams

are seldom realized, I know. Still, in the hope of winning them--"

And then he paused, coughed, and completed what he had to say in a sort

of mumble, but his meaning was wholly clear. He would not accept the

offer of Pauline in marriage, even though she was the sister of his

mighty chief.

Then Napoleon turned to General Leclerc, with whom Pauline had for

some time flirted, as she had flirted with almost all the officers of

Napoleon's staff. Leclerc was only twenty-six. He was rich and of good

manners, but rather serious and in poor health. This was not precisely

the sort of husband for Pauline, if we look at it in the conventional

way; but it served Napoleon's purpose and did not in the least interfere

with his sister's intrigues.

Poor Leclerc, who really loved Pauline, grew thin, and graver still

in manner. He was sent to Spain and Portugal, and finally was made

commander-in-chief of the French expedition to Haiti, where the famous

black rebel, Toussaint l'Ouverture, was heading an uprising of the


Napoleon ordered Pauline to accompany her husband. Pauline flatly

refused, although she made this an occasion for ordering "mountains of

pretty clothes and pyramids of hats." But still she refused to go on

board the flag-ship. Leclerc expostulated and pleaded, but the lovely

witch laughed in his face and still persisted that she would never go.

Word was brought to Napoleon. He made short work of her resistance.

"Bring a litter," he said, with one of his steely glances. "Order

six grenadiers to thrust her into it, and see that she goes on board


And so, screeching like an angry cat, she was carried on board, and set

sail with her husband and one of her former lovers. She found Haiti and

Santo Domingo more agreeable than she had supposed. She was there a

sort of queen who could do as she pleased and have her orders implicitly

obeyed. Her dissipation was something frightful. Her folly and her

vanity were beyond belief.

But at the end of two years both she and her husband fell ill. He was

stricken down by the yellow fever, which was decimating the French

army. Pauline was suffering from the results of her life in a tropical

climate. Leclerc died, the expedition was abandoned, and Pauline

brought the general's body back to France. When he was buried she, still

recovering from her fever, had him interred in a costly coffin and paid

him the tribute of cutting off her beautiful hair and burying it with


"What a touching tribute to her dead husband!" said some one to


The emperor smiled cynically as he remarked:

"H'm! Of course she knows that her hair is bound to fall out after her

fever, and that it will come in longer and thicker for being cropped."

Napoleon, in fact, though he loved Pauline better than his other

sisters--or perhaps because he loved her better--was very strict

with her. He obliged her to wear mourning, and to observe some of the

proprieties; but it was hard to keep her within bounds.

Presently it became noised about that Prince Camillo Borghese was

exceedingly intimate with her. The prince was an excellent specimen of

the fashionable Italian. He was immensely rich. His palace at Rome was

crammed with pictures, statues, and every sort of artistic treasure.

He was the owner, moreover, of the famous Borghese jewels, the finest

collection of diamonds in the world.

Napoleon rather sternly insisted upon her marrying Borghese.

Fortunately, the prince was very willing to be connected with Napoleon;

while Pauline was delighted at the idea of having diamonds that would

eclipse all the gems which Josephine possessed; for, like all of the

Bonapartes, she detested her brother's wife. So she would be married and

show her diamonds to Josephine. It was a bit of feminine malice which

she could not resist.

The marriage took place very quietly at Joseph Bonaparte's house,

because of the absence of Napoleon; but the newly made princess was

invited to visit Josephine at the palace of Saint-Cloud. Here was to be

the triumph of her life. She spent many days in planning a toilet that

should be absolutely crushing to Josephine. Whatever she wore must be a

background for the famous diamonds. Finally she decided on green velvet.

When the day came Pauline stood before a mirror and gazed at herself

with diamonds glistening in her hair, shimmering around her neck, and

fastened so thickly on her green velvet gown as to remind one of a

moving jewel-casket. She actually shed tears for joy. Then she entered

her carriage and drove out to Saint-Cloud.

But the Creole Josephine, though no longer young, was a woman of great

subtlety as well as charm. Stories had been told to her of the green

velvet, and therefore she had her drawing-room redecorated in the most

uncompromising blue. It killed the green velvet completely. As for the

diamonds, she met that maneuver by wearing not a single gem of any kind.

Her dress was an Indian muslin with a broad hem of gold.

Her exquisite simplicity, coupled with her dignity of bearing, made

the Princess Pauline, with her shower of diamonds, and her green velvet

displayed against the blue, seem absolutely vulgar. Josephine was most

generous in her admiration of the Borghese gems, and she kissed Pauline

on parting. The victory was hers.

There is another story of a defeat which Pauline met from another lady,

one Mme. de Coutades. This was at a magnificent ball given to the most

fashionable world of Paris. Pauline decided upon going, and intended,

in her own phrase, to blot out every woman there. She kept the secret of

her toilet absolutely, and she entered the ballroom at the psychological

moment, when all the guests had just assembled.

She appeared; and at sight of her the music stopped, silence fell upon

the assemblage, and a sort of quiver went through every one. Her costume

was of the finest muslin bordered with golden palm-leaves. Four bands,

spotted like a leopard's skin, were wound about her head, while these in

turn were supported by little clusters of golden grapes. She had copied

the head-dress of a Bacchante in the Louvre. All over her person were

cameos, and just beneath her breasts she wore a golden band held in

place by an engraved gem. Her beautiful wrists, arms, and hands were

bare. She had, in fact, blotted out her rivals.

Nevertheless, Mme. de Coutades took her revenge. She went up to Pauline,

who was lying on a divan to set off her loveliness, and began gazing at

the princess through a double eye-glass. Pauline felt flattered for a

moment, and then became uneasy. The lady who was looking at her said to

a companion, in a tone of compassion:

"What a pity! She really would be lovely if it weren't for THAT!"

"For what?" returned her escort.

"Why, are you blind? It's so remarkable that you SURELY must see it."

Pauline was beginning to lose her self-composure. She flushed and looked

wildly about, wondering what was meant. Then she heard Mme. Coutades


"Why, her ears. If I had such ears as those I would cut them off!"

Pauline gave one great gasp and fainted dead away. As a matter of fact,

her ears were not so bad. They were simply very flat and colorless,

forming a contrast with the rosy tints of her face. But from that moment

no one could see anything but these ears; and thereafter the princess

wore her hair low enough to cover them.

This may be seen in the statue of her by Canova. It was considered a

very daring thing for her to pose for him in the nude, for only a bit of

drapery is thrown over her lower limbs. Yet it is true that this

statue is absolutely classical in its conception and execution, and its

interest is heightened by the fact that its model was what she afterward

styled herself, with true Napoleonic pride--"a sister of Bonaparte."

Pauline detested Josephine and was pleased when Napoleon divorced her;

but she also disliked the Austrian archduchess, Marie Louise, who was

Josephine's successor. On one occasion, at a great court function, she

got behind the empress and ran out her tongue at her, in full view of

all the nobles and distinguished persons present. Napoleon's eagle eye

flashed upon Pauline and blazed like fire upon ice. She actually took to

her heels, rushed out of the ball, and never visited the court again.

It would require much time to tell of her other eccentricities, of her

intrigues, which were innumerable, of her quarrel with her husband, and

of the minor breaches of decorum with which she startled Paris. One of

these was her choice of a huge negro to bathe her every morning. When

some one ventured to protest, she answered, naively:

"What! Do you call that thing a MAN?"

And she compromised by compelling her black servitor to go out and

marry some one at once, so that he might continue his ministrations with


To her Napoleon showed himself far more severe than with either Caroline

or Elise. He gave her a marriage dowry of half a million francs when she

became the Princess Borghese, but after that he was continually checking

her extravagances. Yet in 1814, when the downfall came and Napoleon was

sent into exile at Elba, Pauline was the only one of all his relatives

to visit him and spend her time with him. His wife fell away and went

back to her Austrian relatives. Of all the Bonapartes only Pauline and

Mme. Mere remained faithful to the emperor.

Even then Napoleon refused to pay a bill of hers for sixty-two

francs, while he allowed her only two hundred and forty francs for the

maintenance of her horses. But she, with a generosity of which one would

have thought her quite incapable, gave to her brother a great part of

her fortune. When he escaped from Elba and began the campaign of 1815

she presented him with all the Borghese diamonds. In fact, he had them

with him in his carriage at Waterloo, where they were captured by the

English. Contrast this with the meanness and ingratitude of her sisters

and her brothers, and one may well believe that she was sincerely proud

of what it meant to be la soeur de Bonaparte.

When he was sent to St. Helena she was ill in bed and could not

accompany him. Nevertheless, she tried to sell all her trinkets, of

which she was so proud, in order that she might give him help. When

he died she received the news with bitter tears "on hearing all the

particulars of that long agony."

As for herself, she did not long survive. At the age of forty-four her

last moments came. Knowing that she was to die, she sent for Prince

Borghese and sought a reconciliation. But, after all, she died as she

had lived--"the queen of trinkets" (la reine des colifichets). She asked

the servant to bring a mirror. She gazed into it with her dying eyes;

and then, as she sank back, it was with a smile of deep content.

"I am not afraid to die," she said. "I am still beautiful!"