e a protege of Josephine. Her love was its
talisman.

The following letter, which at this time she wrote to Caroline, the
sister of Napoleon, who had married Murat, will show the principles, in
the exercise of which Josephine won to herself the love of all hearts.

"Our glory, the glory of woman, lies in submission; and if
it be permitted us to reign, our empire rests on gentleness
and goodness. Your husband, already so great in the opinion
of the world through his valor and exploits, feels as if he
beheld all his laurels brought to the dust on appearing in
your presence. You take a pride in humbling him before your
pretensions; and the title of being the sister of a hero is,
with you, reason for believing yourself a heroine. Believe
me, my sister, _that_ character, with the qualities which it
supposes, becomes us not. Let us rejoice moderately in the
glory of our husbands, and find our glory in softening their
manners, and leading the world to pardon their deeds. Let
us merit this praise, that the nation, while it applauds the
bravery of our husbands, may also commend the gentleness
bestowed by Providence on their wives to temper their
bravery."

The palace ever seemed desolate when Napoleon was absent, and Josephine
was always solicitous to accompany him upon his tours. Napoleon loved to
gratify this wish, for he prized most highly the companionship of his
only confidential friend. Upon one occasion, when he had promised to
take the empress with him, circumstances arose demanding special speed,
and he resolved to set out secretly without her. He ordered his carriage
at one o'clock in the morning--an hour in which he supposed she would be
most soundly asleep. To his amazement, just as he had stepped into his
carriage, Josephine, in all the dishabille of her night-dress, with some
slight drapery thrown over her person, and without even stockings upon
her feet, threw herself into his arms. Some noise had at the moment
awoke her, she caught an intimation of what was going on, and, without a
moment's thought, sprang from her bed, threw over her a cloak, rushed
down stairs, and burst into the carriage. Napoleon fondly embraced her,
rolled her up warmly in his own capacious traveling pelisse, gave orders
for suitable attendants to follow with the wardrobe of the empress, and
the horses, with lightning speed, darted from the court-yard. "I coul