sa and Napoleon

BOOK IV.

XXXI. Baron von Stein
XXXII. The Patriot
XXXIII. Johannes von Mueller
XXXIV. The Call
XXXV. Financial Calamities
XXXVI. Prince William
XXXVII. The Genius of Prussia
XXXVIII. A Family Dinner

BOOK V.

XXXIX. French Erfurt
XL. The Conspirators
XLI. The Festivities of Erfurt and Weimar
XLII. Napoleon and Goethe
XLIII. The Chase and the Assassins

BOOK VI.

XLIV. The War with Austria
XLV. Josephine's Farewell
XLVI. Ferdinand von Schill
XLVII. Schill takes the Field
XLVIII. Schill's Death
XLIX. The Parade at Schoenbrunn
L. Napoleon at Schoenbrunn
LI. Frederick Staps
LII. An Execution

BOOK VII.

LIII. Homeward Bound
LIV. The Emperor Francis and Metternich
LV. The Archduchess Maria Louisa
LVI. The Queen's Birthday
LVII. Louisa's Death

ILLUSTRATIONS

Portrait of Napoleon
The Oath of Revenge
The Queen in the Peasant's Cottage
Napoleon and the Queen of Prussia
The Emperor Francis and Metternich

NAPOLEON AND QUEEN LOUISA

BOOK I.

CHAPTER I.

FERDINAND VON SCHILL.

Profound silence reigned in the valleys and gorges of Jena and
Auerstadt. The battles were over. The victorious French had marched to
Jena to repose for a few days, while the defeated Prussians had fled to
Weimar, or were wandering across the fields and in the mountains,
anxiously seeking for inaccessible places where they might conceal their
presence from the pursuing enemy.

A panic had seized the whole army. All presence of mind and sense of
honor seemed to be lost. Every one thought only of saving his life, and
of escaping from the conquering arms of the invincible French. Here and
there, it is true, officers succeeded by supplications and remonstrances
in stopping the fugitives, and in forming them into small detachments,
with which the commanders attempted to join the defeated and retreating
main force.

But where was this main army? Whither had the Prince of Hohenlohe
directed his vanquished troops? Neither the officers nor the soldiers
knew. They marched along the high-roads, not knowing whither to direct
their steps. But as soon as their restless eyes seemed to discern French
soldiers at a distance, the Prussians took to their heels, throwing
their muskets away to relieve their flight, and surrendering at
discretion when there was no prospect of escape