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of his old officers, who shared his exile; but his health rapidly failed, and on the 5th of May, 1821, he died. Such was the end-such the career of Napoleon Bonaparte.

Our story must not close with the closing scene of Napoleon's extraordinary life. We must notice the removal of his remains to France, in the year 1841. This was done in compliance with the wish of the nation, by order of Louis Philippe, the present king. His son, the P. de Joinville, was sent to St. Helena, in a frigate; the remains of Napoleon were taken from the tomb; they were borne back to France, and with vast and imposing ceremony, amid the sighs and tears of millions, they were deposited in the Hospital of the Invalids.

We cannot do full justice to the character of Bonaparte, better than by introducing a series of authentic anecdotes, gathered from a variety of sources. We will, however, first give a brief sketch of his person and personal habits. His form has served as a model for the most skilful painters and sculptors; many able French artists have successfully delineated his features, and yet it may be said that no perfectly faithful portrait of him exists. His finely shaped head, his superb forehead, his pale countenance, and his usual meditative look, have been transferred to the canvass; but the versatility of his expression was beyond the reach of imitation. All the various workings of his mind were instantaneously depicted in his countenance; and his glance changed from mild to severe, and from angry to good-humored, almost with the rapidity of lightning. It may truly be said that he

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Napoleon had beautiful hands, and he was very proud of them; while conversing he would often look at them with an air of self-complacency. He also fancied he had fine teeth, but his pretension to that advantage was not so well founded as his vanity on the score of his hands.

When walking, either alone or in company with any one, in his apartments or in his gardens, he had the habit of stooping a little, and crossing his hands behind his back. He frequently gave an involuntary shrug of his right shoulder, which was accompanied by a movement of his mouth from left to right. This habit was always most remarkable when his mind was absorbed in the consideration of any profound subject. It was often while walking that he dictated his most important notes.

He could endure great fatigue, not only on horseback, but on foot; he would sometimes walk for five or six hours in succession without being aware of it. When walking with any person whom he treated with familiarity, he would link his arm into that of his companion, or lean on it.

As soon as Napoleon arose in the morning, his valet-de-chambre shaved him and dressed his hair, while some person would read to him. He paid little attention to any but the German and English papers. "Pass over all that," he would say of the French papers; "I know it already. They say only what they think will please me." It was often surprising that his valet did not cut him in shaving, for, when

ever he heard anything interesting, he would turn quickly round towards the reader,

When Napoleon had finished his toilette, which he did with great attention, for he was scrupulously neat in his person, he went down stairs to his cabinet. There he signed the orders on important petitions, which had been analyzed by his secretary on the preceding evening. On reception and parade days he was particularly exact in signing these orders, because he would be likely to see most of the petitioners, and they would ask him for answers. He next perused letters, ranging them according to their importance. He occasionally wrote the answers himself, but not often. He generally took breakfast at ten, the repast being very simple.

Napoleon was exceedingly temperate, and averse to all excess. He knew the absurd stories that were circulated about him, and he was sometimes vexed at them. It has been repeated, over and over again, that he was subject to attacks of epilepsy; but those who have been most intimate with him pronounce it untrue. His health was good and his constitution sound. He generally, in his latter days, slept seven hours out of the twenty-four, besides taking a short nap in the afternoon. Among the private instructions which Napoleon gave his secretary, one was very curious: "During the night," said he, "enter my chamber as seldom as possible. Do not awake me when you have any good news to communicate; with that there is no hurry. But when you bring bad news, rouse me instantly; for then there is not a moment to be

lost." This was a wise regulation, and Bonaparte found his advantage in it.

Napoleon was seen to less advantage in a drawing room, than at the head of his troops. His military uniform became him much better than the handsomest dress of any other kind. His waistcoats and smallclothes were always of white cassimere. He changed them every morning, and never wore them after they had been washed three or four times. He never wore any but white silk stockings. His shoes, which were very light, and lined with silk, were ornamented with gold buckles of an oval form, either plain or wrought. He also, occasionally, wore gold kneebuckles. During the Empire he was never known to wear pantaloons.

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It appears also that he wore no jewels. In his pockets he carried neither purse nor money; but merely his handkerchief, snuff-box, and sweetmeat-box. usually bore only two decorations,—the cross of the legion of honor, and that of the iron crown. His hat was of an extremely fine and light kind of beaver. The inside was wadded and lined with silk. It was unadorned with either cord, tassel, or feather-its only ornament being a silk loop, fastening a small tri-colored cockade.

Gallantry to woman was by no means a trait in Napoleon's character. He seldom said anything agreeable to females, and he frequently addressed to them the rudest and most extraordinary remarks. To one he would say, "Heavens, how red your elbows are!"-to another, "What an ugly head-dress you have got!" At another time he would say, 66 Your

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