NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR HELEN LEAH REED NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR UNIT. OF CALIF. LIBRARY. LOS ANGELE8 NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA. Frontispiece From the painting by Delaroche NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR BY HELEN LEAH REED AUTHOR OF "BRENDA; HER SCHOOL AND HER CLUB," " BRENDA'S COUSIN AT RADCLIFFE," "BRENDA'S WARD," " AMY IN ACADIA," ETC. ILLUSTRA TED BOSTON: LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY 1907 Copyright, 1907, BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. All rights reserved Published October, 1907 MUDGB & SON, INC., PRINTERS, BOSTON, MASS., U. S. A. TO DOROTHY E. B. WHOSE LOVE OF HISTORY BESPEAKS A WELCOME FOR THIS LITTLE VOLUME. 2132276 PREFACE THIS book, chronicling some little known passages in the last few years of Na- poleon, is based on the "Recollections of Napoleon at St. Helena," by Mrs. Abell (Elizabeth Balcombe), published in 1844 by John Murray. Her little book is written in an old-fashioned and quiet style, and the present writer, with- out altering any words of Napoleon's, has, so far as possible, given a vivid form to conver- sations and incidents related undramatically and has rearranged incidents that Mrs. Abell told without great attention to chronology. The writer has also added many pages of matter (with close reference to the best authorities) in order to make the whole story of Napoleon clear to those who are not familiar with it. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. GREAT NEWS 1 II. A DISTINGUISHED TENANT 18 III. FROM WATERLOO TO ST. HELENA 31 IV. NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 45 V. BETSY'S BALL-GOWN 64 VI. A HORSE TAMER 77 VII. OFF FOR LONGWOOD 95 VIII. THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 116 IX. ALL KINDS OF FUN 133 X. THE SERIOUS SIDE 152 XI. THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS . 170 XII. THOUGHTLESS BETSY 186 XIII. LONGWOOD DAYS 202 XIV. THE PARTING . 227 XV. THE PANORAMA 241 XVI. THE LAST PICTURES . 253 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA ..... .Frontispiece PAGE JAMESTOWN ...*.. .*o. <> 16 THE EMBARKATION ON BOARD THE BELLEROPHON . 34 NAPOLEON 80 THE BRIARS . 148 LONGWOOD . 202 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR CHAPTER I GREAT NEWS FAR south in the Atlantic there is an island that at first sight from the deck of a ship seems little more than a great rock. In shape it is oblong, with perpendicu- lar sides several hundred feet high. It is called St. Helena because the Portuguese, who discovered it in 1502, came upon it on the birthday of St. Helena, Constantine's mother. To describe it as the geographies might, we may say that it lies in latitude 15 55' South, and in longitude 5 46' West. It is about ten and a half miles long, six and three-quarters miles broad, and its circumference is about twenty-eight miles. The nearest land is Ascen- sion Island, about six hundred miles away, 2 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR and St. Helena is eleven hundred miles from the Cape of Good Hope. From the sea St. Helena is gloomy and forbidding. Masses of volcanic rock, with sharp and jagged peaks, tower up above the coast, an iron girdle barring all access to the interior. A hundred years ago its sides were without foliage or verdure and its few points of landing bristled with cannon. Jamestown, the only town, named for the Duke of York, lies in a narrow valley, the bottom of a deep ravine. Precipices overhang it on every side ; the one on the left, rising directly from the sea, is known as Rupert's Hill, that on the right as Ladder Hill. A steep and narrow path cuts along the former, and a really good road winds zigzag along the other to the Gov- ernor's House. Opposite the town is James's Bay, the principal anchorage, where the largest ships are perfectly safe. The town really consists of a small street along the beach, called the Marina, which extends about three hundred yards to a spot where it branches off into two narrower roads, one of which is now called Napoleon Street. In 1815 there were about one hundred and GREAT NEWS 3 sixty houses, chiefly of stone cemented with mud, for lime is scarce on the island. Among its larger buildings were a church, a botanical garden, a tavern, barracks, and, high on the left, the castle, the Governor's town residence. About a mile and a half from the town there stood in the early part of the past cen- tury a cottage built in the style of an Indian bungalow. It was placed rather low, with rooms mainly on one floor. A fine avenue of banyan trees led up to the house, and around it were tall evergreens and laces, pomegran- ates and myrtles, and other tropical trees. Better than these, however, in the eyes of the dwellers at The Briars were the great white- rose bushes, like the sweetbriar of old Eng- land. From these the house took its name, and thus the family in it seemed less far away from their old home. In a grove near the house were trees of every description, grapes of all kinds and citron, orange, shaddoc, guava, and mango trees in the greatest abundance. The surplus raised in the garden beyond what the family could use brought its owner several hundred pounds a year. The little cottage was shut 4 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR in on one side by a hedge of aloes and prickly pear and on the other by high cliffs and precipices. From one of these cliffs, not far from the house, fell a waterfall, not only beautiful to the eye but on a hot day refresh- ing to the mind with its cool splash and tinkle. The owner of The Briars at this time was an Englishman named Balcombe, who was in the service of the government. Besides his servants his household consisted of his wife, his daughters Jane and Betsy, in their early teens, and two little boys much younger. They formed a happy, contented household, living a simple, quiet life, and though the parents were sometimes homesick, the chil- dren were very fond of their island abode. One evening in the middle of October, 1815, the Balcombe children were having a merry time with their parents, when a servant, enter- ing, announced the arrival of two visitors. "It is the captain of the Icarus," said Mr. Balcombe, turning to his wife, "and another naval officer." 'The man-of-war that came in to-day?" asked one of the children. "We heard the alarm sound from Ladder Hill." GREAT NEWS 6 "Yes, yes, my dear." Then, turning to a servant, "Show them in." As the gentlemen entered the room, it was plain that they had something of importance to communicate. "Sir," said the senior officer to Mr. Bal- combe, after the first greetings, "I come to tell you that the Icarus is sent ahead of the Northumberland to announce that the Nor- thumberland is but a few days' sail from St. Helena." 'Yes," responded Mr. Balcombe politely, wondering why this announcement should be made so seriously. "Sir George Cockburn," continued the other, "commands the Northumberland, and in his care is Napoleon Bonaparte, whom he brings to St. Helena as a prisoner of state." Mr. Balcombe started to speak; his expres- sion was one of annoyance. He was not fond of practical jokes. His wife leaned back in her chair, gazing incredulously at the speaker. The children laughed. The officer's story was too absurd. Then one of the little boys began to cry. In their play the older children were 6 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR in the habit of frightening the others with the name of Napoleon Bonaparte. It was alarm- ing to hear that the terrible Napoleon was to come to live on their peaceful island. Before Mr. Balcombe could express his surprise, the officer repeated : "Yes, Napoleon Bonaparte, the enemy of England." "But how can that be?" asked Mr. Bal- combe, hardly understanding. "Bonaparte was on Elba months ago; what has England to do with him now ? " "Surely began the captain; then re- calling himself, "but I forgot how far St. Helena is from the rest of the world. After Napoleon escaped from Elba in February, he gathered a great army. But the Allies, with our Iron Duke at the head, met him near Brussels, and there in June was fought the great battle of Waterloo. Thousands were killed, brave English as well as French. That battle marked the downfall of Napoleon, and soon he was England's prisoner." Mr. and Mrs. Balcombe, as well as their children, listened eagerly, absorbed in a story they now heard for the first time. GREAT NEWS 7 "So they send him here?" It was Mr. Balcombe who first spoke. "Yes; no spot in Europe can hold him. Even on Elba he had begun to establish a kingdom. He reached beyond that little island, and now he has had his Waterloo." "It is clear, then," said Mr. Balcombe, "why they have sent him here. This is a natural fortress and it belongs to England." "Yes," said the officer; "England knows that here, in her keeping, Bonaparte will never again escape to torment the world." After a few more words of explanation on the one hand and of surprise on the other, the visitors withdrew. Of those who had listened to the officer young Elizabeth, or Betsy as she was com- monly called, was the most disturbed. She shivered and turned pale, and her mother, noticing her agitation, soon sent her to bed. There she silently wept herself to sleep and her dreams were filled with visions of that dreadful ogre, Bonaparte. It was not a very long time since she had really believed Napo- leon to be a huge monster, a kind of Polyphe- mus with one large, flaming eye in the middle 8 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR of his forehead and with long teeth protrud- ing from his mouth, with which he devoured bad little girls. Although Betsy had outgrown this first idea of Napoleon, implanted in her young brain by careless servants, she was still afraid of the Conqueror. It is true that she realized he was not an ogre, but a human being; that is to say, the very worst human being that had ever lived. She knew this must be so, for she had heard sensible grown-up persons speak of him in this way, even her own father and mother. What wonder, then, that her dreams should be disturbed by thoughts of the misery that must come to St. Helena with such a man as Napoleon living on the island ? The next morning after the visit of the officer from the Icarus, the little girl rose early. She was far from cheerful as she looked about her on the lovely garden and grove. A wave of hot anger passed over her. Why should that terrible man be permitted to land and destroy all this beauty, as he would, of course, on the first opportunity ? From the garden she looked toward the rugged mountain, known as Peak's Hill, which GREAT NEWS 9 shut off the valley from the south. Her father had spoken of the island as a natural fortress. Except for the mountains the Government would never have thought of sending the dreadful Napoleon to St. Helena. So she hated the mountains and cliffs. Perhaps, however, even at that moment when she dreaded the coming of the exiled Emperor, Betsy may have recalled her own first impressions of St. Helena and cast a half- pitying thought toward the great man who now saw in its rocky heights only his prison wall. One day Betsy's mother had reminded the young girl of the bitter tears she shed when she had first seen the island. 'You were a silly girl to cry when you first came in sight of land," said her mother, recalling the circumstance. 'Yes, but some had told me that the island was really the head of a great negro that was only waiting for the breakfast bell; then it would devour me first, and later the rest of the passengers and crew." "Well, I am glad you told me your fears." "So am I, for you showed me that these things could not be true." 10 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Yet I remember," responded Betsy's mother, "that you would not take your head from my lap until eight bells had sounded. For some reason the nearness of breakfast made you believe that danger was over." "But you can't say that I made much fuss when I really was in the power of a negro," rejoined Betsy; "for I can well remember how strange it seemed when I was lifted in a basket, and told that a big negro was to carry me out to The Briars. At first I was a little frightened, for I had never seen a black man before, but he spoke so pleasantly when he put me down to rest, even though grinning from ear to ear, that I decided he would not harm me." "You saw at once that he was good natured." "Yes, and he asked me so kindly if I were comfortable in my little nest, that I trusted him. I was as proud as a peacock when he said he was honored in being allowed to carry me, because usually he had nothing but vege- tables in his basket. When we reached The Briars I told father I had had a delightful ride, and so he gave the negro a little present GREAT NEWS 11 that made him grin more than ever, and he went off singing merrily at the top of his voice." Thus Betsy recalled her first impression of St. Helena. If Mr. Balcombe and the rest of the family at The Briars were surprised at the news of Napoleon's approach, people on the island in general were equally astonished. No commu- nication had reached Governor Wilks, no letter of instructions as to what should be done with the illustrious prisoner. The captain of the Icarus could only tell the residents of St. Helena that Napoleon was near and that the Second Battalion of the Fifty-third Regiment had embarked with the squadron. Even in those days, when there were no cables to flash the news of coming events, when there were no swift steamboats to act as heralds, it seems strange that in more than seven months no news of the es- cape from Elba had reached the little island. Now, when the people of St. Helena heard the news, they were greatly disturbed. They were afraid that the coming of Napoleon might cause changes in their government, and 12 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR they were so fond of the Governor that they did not wish to lose him. Their fears were well grounded, for when Sir George Cockburn landed it was found that he had received an appointment that gave him the chief civil and military power on the island, while Governor Wilks took secondary rank. Later it was learned that on account of the distinction of the prisoner, a governor of higher rank than Colonel Wilks would be sent from England to supersede him, a gov- ernor who held his appointment directly from the Crown. Two or three days after the visit of the officer to The Briars, Betsy and her brothers and sister were in a state of great excitement. "Ah, I hope papa will not be killed," cried little Alexander. "How silly you are!" responded the older Jane. "Why should he be killed ?" "Because Napoleon is such a monster. If he should suddenly take out his sword - ' Yes, or open his mouth and swallow papa, how terrible it would be!" added Betsy mockingly. "Of course Bonaparte is a monster, but he GREAT NEWS 18 would never dare hurt any one on this island, especially an Englishman. Don't worry. Papa will come home safely enough, but I wish he would hurry, so we could hear all about the wretch." Later in the day the children gathered eagerly around their father, who had returned from his visit to the ships. "Oh, papa, what was he like?" asked each in turn. "Who, Napoleon?" "Of course. We wish to hear about him. Didn't you see him ? Didn't you see anybody there?" "I could hardly visit a fleet without seeing some one." "Is it a large fleet?" 'Yes, it would be called large in any part of the world." "How large is it?" "Besides the Northumberland there are sev- eral other men-of-war, and the transports with the Fifty-third Regiment." "But did you see Napoleon?" asked one of the children, returning to the subject of great- est interest, 14 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "I did not see General Bonaparte," replied the father, pausing to see the effect of his words on the children. Then, as he noted their expression of disappointment, he quickly added: "But I saw some of the others, some of his suite." "Oh, tell us about it!" "There is little to tell. After paying my respects to Sir George Cockburn, I was intro- duced to Madame Bertrand and Madame Montholon, and then to the rest of Napoleon's suite." "What were they like?" asked one of the girls eagerly, as if she expected her father to describe a group of strange beings. "Like any travellers, my child, who had had a long voyage, from the effects of which they were anxious to rest." "Oh, I wish you had seen Napoleon!" "I am likely to see him soon, and you may, also, as he is to land to-night." At this news the children were silent. To have Napoleon on the island was not a pleas- ant prospect. They were not so sure now that they cared to see him. "But where will he live, papa, when he GREAT NEWS 15 comes ashore?" ventured Jane at last. "Will they put him in a dungeon?" "Certainly not, my child. He is to live at Longwood, but as the house needs to be put in repair, he will stay for a while with Mr. Porteous." "When will he come ashore?" asked Betsy timidly. Now that her father had spoken so reassuringly of Napoleon, she was curious to see him, at least from a safe distance. "He will land to-night, after dark, I imagine, to escape the gaze of the crowd;" and their father, turning from the children, went toward the house. As he left them, the young people began an animated discussion of Napoleon. They were already getting used to the idea that he was to live on St. Helena and that he was an ordinary human being, not unlike the British officials of high rank sent out by the Crown. "As he cannot possibly hurt us, why shouldn't we go to the valley to see him land?" asked Betsy. "Why shouldn't we?" echoed Jane. So it happened, when they had asked their parents, that the older children were permitted to go 16 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR to Jamestown to see Napoleon land. When they reached the wharf it was dusk and crowds of people were gathered on every side. "I did not know there were so many people on the island," whispered Betsy, as she pressed closer to her sister. "Do you suppose he will be in the first boat ? " "I don't know. But see, it is coming!" "Yes, little ladies," said a bystander, "Bo- naparte will surely be in the first boat." "Here it is, here it is," cried Betsy. "Look, Jane, look!" Even as she spoke, the passengers from the longboat were coming ashore, and although it was seven o'clock in the evening, there was still enough light to enable the watchers to see the figures of those who were landing. The girls strained their eyes. Three men marched slowly up from the ship's boat. "See," cried Betsy, "probably Napoleon is in the middle." "That little man, and in an overcoat!" 'Yes, for there is something flashing, prob- ably a diamond." "A man with a diamond! How foolish!" objected Jane. GREAT NEWS 17 "But it is, indeed it is!" "I wish people wouldn't crowd so." "They've got to move back. I'm glad of it. The sentries are standing with fixed bayo- nets to keep more people from rushing down from the town." If Napoleon had landed earlier in the day, he would have been greeted by an even greater crowd, for people had been gathering on the Marina from the earliest hours; but disap- pointed that he was not to land until after sunset, most of them had gone home. Still, however, a large enough crowd had gathered to make it necessary for the sentries to use some force to keep them in order. In spite of the crowd, the sisters felt that they had been rewarded for their trouble, for when they reached home they learned that the little man in the green coat was indeed the dreaded monster. CHAPTER II A DISTINGUISHED TENANT THE next morning Betsy rose early. The night before the family had sat up later than their custom, talking about the arrival of the ship and the distinguished prisoners. "Are General Bertrand and Count Mon- tholon prisoners too?" asked one of the girls. "No, my dear; I understand that they are at liberty to leave St. Helena whenever they wish. Of course while they are here they must obey whatever rules are made for them, but they would not be here if they had not chosen to share the fate of Napoleon." "That is very noble," said Jane, "to leave one's home for the sake of such a man as Napoleon;" and the conversation changed into a discussion of the reasons that had induced those Frenchmen to follow their leader. The A DISTINGUISHED TENANT 19 next morning Betsy awoke feeling that some- thing unusual had happened. Her little brothers plied her and Jane with questions about the landing of the Frenchmen. "I wish we lived close to the town," com- plained Alexander, "that we might hear more about Napoleon." "Look, look!" cried Betsy, before the little fellow had finished speaking. "What is that on the side of the mountain ? " Following the direction of her finger, the other children broke into excited cries. "The French, it must be the French! There are horses with men on them. There, see the swords flash! They must be guarding a pris- oner." "Oh, I suppose it is a prisoner. But what is that white thing ? " "It is a plume; you can see that for your- self. Let us get a spyglass." For some time the children watched the little procession curving around the mountain- side, high above them. "It makes me think of a great serpent wind- ing along," said Betsy. "It doesn't look like a serpent, through the 20 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR glass. There are five men on horseback. One of them has a cocked hat. It must be Na- poleon, though he wears no greatcoat." " They 're going to Longwood. That 's what it is. Papa says he's to live there. I won- der how he'll like it after all his palaces in Europe." "I'm glad he won't live near us. I should never dare leave the house, if he lived near." "Who 'she?" "Napoleon, of course." The morning passed. The children thought of little but Napoleon. They talked to each other of his victories and were proud that Englishmen had overthrown him. Early in the afternoon two gentlemen called, Dr. Warden of the Northumberland and Dr. O'Meara of the garrison. "Oh, have you seen him?" "Seen whom?" "Why, Napoleon; don't tease us, Na- poleon Bonaparte." "Well, then, since you are so curious, yes, we have seen him." Dr. Warden smiled, for he was surgeon of the ship that had brought Napoleon. A DISTINGUISHED TENANT 21 "Oh, was he perfectly awful? Weren't you frightened ? " "If we were frightened, I tried not to show it. Napoleon seemed harmless. He did not even try to bayonet us," replied Dr. O'Meara. "But how did he look?" "He hadn't horns or hoofs; at least, we didn't see them, and on the whole he was charming, though he seemed tired. You girls will like him." "Oh, no!" cried Betsy. "I shake and shiver whenever I think of him. If ever I look at him it will be only at a distance, but I could never, never speak to him." "Mark my words, you will change your mind, Miss Betsy," cried one of the two as he turned away. About four o'clock that same afternoon, when it was approaching dusk in the little valley, one of the children reported that the same horsemen they had seen in the morning were again winding around the mountain. Soon the whole family gathered outside, and as they looked, to their great astonish- ment they observed the procession halt at the mountain pass above the house, and then, 22 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR after a few minutes' pause, begin to descend the mountain toward the cottage. "Oh, mamma, do you suppose they are coming here? I must go and hide myself," cried the excitable Betsy. "No, my dear, you will do nothing of the kind. I am surprised that a great girl should be so foolish." "But Napoleon is coming, don't you under- stand, Napoleon. I could not bear to look at him." "You will look at him and speak to him, if he comes here. It will be a good chance for you to put your French to use." Poor Betsy! Up to this time she had been proud of the French acquired during a visit to England a few years before, which she had conscientiously kept up by conversation with a French servant. It seemed hard that she was now to be called on to do a disagreeable thing just because of this accomplishment. Of course she could not disobey her mother, and in spite of her fright she really had some curiosity to see the dis- tinguished guest. Not long after the party first came in sight, A DISTINGUISHED TENANT 23 the French and their escort were at the gate of The Briars. As there was no carriage road to the house, all, except Napoleon, got off their horses. He rode over the grass, while his horse's feet cut into the turf. His horse was jet black, with arched neck, and as he pranced along he seemed to feel conscious of his own importance in carrying so distinguished a man as the Emperor. "He's handsome," whispered Jane to Betsy. "The horse?" "No, Napoleon; just look at those jewels and ribbons on his coat and I never saw so beautiful a saddlecloth. It is embroidered with gold." Before more could be said, Mr. and Mrs. Balcombe were moving forward to meet Sir George Cockburn and his distinguished com- panion. The sisters closely followed their par- ents, and after the older people had been presented to Napoleon the turn of the girls came. Bet^y, looking up, was impressed by the charm of Napoleon's smile. She saw that his hair was brown and silky fine; his eyes were a brilliant hazel. She also noticed one slight defect, that his even teeth were dark, 24 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR the result, she afterwards learned, of his habit of using much licorice. The children at first were surprised to find Napoleon neither as tall nor as impressive as he had appeared on horseback. When they looked in his face they decided that he was very attractive, and when he spoke his smile and kindly manner at once won their hearts. From that moment Betsy forgot that she had ever considered him an ogre. To herself she called him the handsomest man she had ever seen. "This is a most beautiful situation," he said to Betsy's mother. "One could be almost happy here!" he added with a sigh. "Then perhaps you will honor us with a visit until Longwood is ready," interposed Mr. Balcombe. "I understand that you prefer this to the town, and I have already put some rooms at Sir George Cockburn's disposal." "I do prefer it." "Then the rooms are at your service." Strange language this to a prisoner, the children may have thought as they listened, -to give him a choice of abode. Later they learned why their father had put the matter A DISTINGUISHED TENANT 25 in this way. They heard how wretched it made the Emperor to think of returning to the small house where he had lodged in the town and where people stared into the windows, as if he were some kind of wild animal. When he found that Longwood would not be ready for him for several weeks, he had at once declared his unwillingness to return to Jamestown. The glimpse of The Briars that he had had from a distance pleased him greatly, and he had asked if it might not be possible to lodge him there. Mr. Balcombe, as an official of the Government, having placed some rooms at the disposal of the Admiral, Sir George Cock- burn, was now anxious to put Napoleon at his ease about occupying them. The Balcombe children were greatly stirred up when they found that Napoleon was to be their neighbor, for the rooms to be assigned him were near, but not in, the main house. Their fear of the Emperor had almost wholly disappeared. Continuing to praise the view, Napoleon asked that some chairs be brought out on the lawn. "Come, Mademoiselle," he said to Betsy in 86 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR French, "sit by me and talk. You speak French?" "Yes, sir," replied Betsy with apparent calmness, though her heart was beating vio- lently. "Who taught you?" "I learned in England, when I was at school." "That is well, and what else did you study ? Geography, I hope." "Yes, sir." "Then you can tell me what is the capital of France?" "Paris, monsieur." "Of Italy?" "Rome." "Of Russia?" "St. Petersburg." He looked up quickly. "St. Petersburg now; it was Moscow." Then he asked, sternly and abruptly, " Qui rabrule?" ["Who burned it ?"] Betsy trembled. There was something ter- rifying now in his expression, as well as in the tones of his voice. She could not find w r ords to reply as she recalled what she had heard A DISTINGUISHED TENANT 27 about the burning of the great Russian city and the question as to whether the French or the Russians had set it on fire. "Qui 1'a brule?" repeated Napoleon. But there was a twinkle in his eye and a smile in his voice that encouraged Betsy to venture a stammering "I don't know, sir." "Om, oui" he responded, laughing heartily. " Vous savez ires bien. C'est moi qui l'a brule.'' 9 ["Yes, yes, you understand well. It is I who burned it."] Then Betsy ventured further: "I believe, sir, the Russians burned it to get rid of the French." Again Napoleon laughed and, instead of being angry, seemed pleased that the little girl knew something about the Russian cam- paign. Now while Napoleon was sitting in the gar- den or walking about the beautiful grounds, all was confusion and excitement within The Briars. Betsy's mother, like any other good English housewife, was naturally somewhat taken aback at having suddenly to make plans to entertain Napoleon and part of his suite. Even though the English Government might 28 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR pay for his board, she must still regard him as her guest, and in the small time at her disposal do all that she could to make him comfortable. Rooms, therefore, must be rearranged and what furniture could be spared from the rest of the house must be put into Napoleon's apartments. So, in the short space of a few hours, the dreaded Emperor of the French, the ogre feared by the children, had become the neighbor, almost the inmate of a happy English household English, in spite of its distance, many thousands of miles away, from the islands of Great Britain. It was evening when Napoleon came back to the house with the family. Here again his conversation was chiefly with Betsy, as her fluent French pleased him. Her parents could use the language only with difficulty. "Do you like music?" "Yes, sir." "But I suppose that you are too young to play.' This rather piqued Betsy. "I can both sing and play." "Then sing to me." A DISTINGUISHED TENANT 29 Thereupon Betsy, seating herself at the little harpsichord, sang in a sweet, full voice "Ye Banks and Braes." "That is the prettiest English air I have ever heard." "It is a Scotch air," said Betsy timidly. "I thought it too pretty to be English. Their music is vile, the worst in the world. Do you know any French songs ? Ah, I wish you could sing Vive Henri Quatre" "No, sir; I know no French songs." Upon this the Emperor began to hum the air, and in a fit of abstraction, rising from his chair, marched around the room, keeping time to the tune he was singing. "Now what do you think of that, Miss Betsy?" he asked abruptly. Betsy hesitated between her love of truth and her desire to please the Emperor. "I do not think I like it," she said at last, rather gently. "I cannot make out the air." She might also have added that the great Emperor's voice was far from musical. Neither then nor at other times when he tried to sing could she tell just what tune he thought he was rendering. 80 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR When he discussed music she understood him better and she saw that he was a good critic. "French music," he said, "is almost as bad as English. Only Italians know how to produce an opera properly;" and he sighed heavily, remembering perhaps that his own opera days were over. Not long after Betsy had finished "Ye Banks and Braes," word was brought to Napoleon that his rooms were ready, and with a kindly word or two he bade good night to his young friend. The little girl's dreams that night were, we can well imagine, quite unlike any she had ever had before. But if she dreamed of the Emperor it is certain that she did not regard him as an ogre. His wonderful personality had gained her heart. Henceforth she was to be his loyal friend as well as his neighbor. CHAPTER III FROM WATERLOO TO ST. HELENA THE events that ended in the voyage of the fallen Emperor to St. Helena, if told in full, would make a long story. The battle of Waterloo, however, is a good starting place, the battle that decided the peace of Europe after its long years of war, when the Allied Powers, led by the Duke of Wellington, defeated the French, who had rallied around Napoleon for a last stand. Napoleon, when he saw that the day was lost for him and the French, fought desperately, hoping perhaps to meet death. But he seemed to have a charmed life, and, though he plunged into the thick of the fight, he was not even wounded. Some of his friends advised him to continue the struggle, but he saw that this might mean civil war for France as well as a long contest against the Allies. He cared too much for 32 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR France to drag her into further wars. Some say that in giving up he could not help him- self, that what he did he had to do. Be that as it may, for a second time he signed the Act of Abdication, and after proclaiming his son Napoleon II, he left Paris. First he went to Malmaison, once the beautiful home of Josephine, where a few friends joined him. When the Allies were approaching Paris, Napoleon offered his services to the Provisional Government, promising to retire when the enemy was driven away. But the men now at the head of affairs at Paris were afraid to give authority of any kind to Napoleon, even for a limited time. He had broken one promise, he might break another, and they refused his offer. Napoleon now thought of America. Certain Americans in Paris had offered him help. One shipping merchant, a Massachusetts man, had an excellent plan, which, had Napoleon followed it, might have resulted in his reaching America safely. But Napoleon delayed, and although he did not know it at the time, when he left Malmaison for Rochefort on June 29 FROM WATERLOO TO ST. HELENA 33 he was too late. Up to the last he hoped to reach a vessel that would carry him safely to the United States. It is said that he gave up the plan proposed by the American shipping merchant because he would not desert his friends, and for the time there seemed to be no way of providing for them. It takes strength of mind for a man to decide to live out his destiny rather than run away from life. Napoleon now decided to make the best of things. With British ships practically blockading the coast, he saw that to try to escape was hopeless. He heard with dismay that Paris had surrendered to the Allies, and that the Provisional Government, that might have helped him, had dissolved. His last effort w r as to suggest sending a flag of truce by Generals Savary and Las Cases to Captain Maitland, commander of the British squadron, asking to be allowed to pass out of the harbor. He gave his word of honor that he would then go directly to America. Captain Maitland replied that even if he him- self could grant this request, Napoleon's vessel would be attacked as soon as it had left the harbor. Napoleon at last had to admit that 84 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR the end had come when the report was brought him that Louis XVIII was again seated on the throne of France. He therefore again sent two officers to Captain Maitland, offering to sur- render on condition that no harm should come to his person or property. Another condition was that he should be allowed to live where he pleased in England as a private individual. The officer replied that he could not make terms, but that he would probably take Na- poleon and his suite to England as soon as he should receive. word from the Prince Regent. This answer was disappointing to Napoleon, but there was nothing now for him to do except to set out for the Bellerophon, Captain Maitland's ship, with the flag of truce. "I come to claim the protection of your prince and your laws," he said in French, as he advanced on the quarter-deck to meet Captain Maitland. Soon after this he wrote the following letter in French to the Prince Regent : ROYAL HIGHNESS: Exposed to the factions which divide my country and to the enmity of the great FROM WATERLOO TO ST. HELENA 35 Powers of Europe, I have terminated my political career, and I come like Themis- tocles to throw myself on the hospitality of the British nation. I place myself under the safeguard of their laws and claim protection of your Royal Highness, the most powerful, the most constant, and the most generous of my enemies. NAPOLEON. It is not to be supposed that all this time Napoleon's friends were indifferent to his fate. Those who were near enough to communicate with him made various suggestions. At Rochefort his brother Joseph offered to disguise himself and change places with him, so that the Emperor might get away in the same vessel in which he himself was preparing to escape. Had Napoleon agreed to this plan, he would probably have been as successful as Joseph in reaching America. Some young and brave French officers are said to have offered themselves as the crew of a rowing boat to carry Napoleon safely through the blockading fleet. There would have been some risk in carrying out this pro- 36 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR posal of stealing through the blockade, but it had a fair chance of success. There were also swift neutral vessels not far away, on more than one of which he had friends. But although, with three of his suite, he did embark on a Danish ship, on second thoughts he decided not to venture farther, and returned to shore. He might have accepted the suggestion of the captain of a French frigate then at the He d'Aix, who begged Napoleon to take the chance of intrusting himself to him. He would, he said, attack a British ship near by, and while the attention of other vessels was fixed on the encounter, a second French frigate with Napoleon on board would carry him far outside the harbor to safety. But this offer, too, was put aside. The admirers of Napoleon, who look back on his days of indecision at Rochefort, wonder at the change in the man, who by his policy of delay brought on himself his sad exile on the barren island. Yet it is easy to see that even though half willing to try flight, Napoleon really could not bring himself to the position of a fugitive, afraid to face his enemies. It was nobler to FROM WATERLOO TO ST. HELENA 37 confront danger, as he had confronted it often on the battlefield. It was not strange that he should hope to find appreciation of his cour- age, even in the hearts of his enemies. It was the fifteenth of July when Napoleon embarked on the Bellerophon, and a week afterwards he w T as in Plymouth Harbor. Too late, to his great consternation, he found that the British regarded him as a prisoner. He was helpless; he had no weapons but words, for armed vessels surrounded him and the few friends who followed him counted for nothing against his foes. On the thirtieth of July, General Bonaparte the British refused him the title of Emperor was notified that the British Government had chosen St. Helena as his future residence, whither a limited number of his friends might accompany him. On receiving this word, Na- poleon's indignation was loudly expressed. He replied, that he was not the prisoner, but the guest of England, and that it was an out- rage against him to condemn him to exile into which he would not willingly go. It was at once evident, how r ever, that, willing or un- willing, he must embark for his distant prison. 40 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR to settle down in England as he wished, as a country gentleman, would this have satisfied him? Even if he had made no attempt to recover the throne of France for himself, might he not have put forth efforts to have his son acknowledged Emperor ? At the time of his father's downfall, the little King of Rome was hardly more than a baby, but as years passed on he could never have lived contentedly with his grandfather, the Austrian Emperor, knowing that his father was as near as England. In the name of the young Na- poleon, Europe might again have been plunged into a great war. v Yet, without looking toward the future, Great Britain was only too sure that the time had come to punish one who had always been the avowed enemy of England. It is true that England had suffered less than any other of the Powers at the hands of Napoleon, because he had never invaded her territory, but in no country was Napoleon so hated. Thousands of Englishmen had shed their blood in the wars carried on against him by the Allies, and by the mass of the English people he was regarded as a monster. Although the so-called FROM WATERLOO TO ST. HELENA 41 Napoleonic wars had their origin in causes that Napoleon could not have controlled, he was regarded as the one being responsible for the twenty years' upheaval in Europe. When it was announced that the British Cabinet had decided to send him into exile, many, perhaps the majority, thought the pun- ishment too light. They would have had him treated as a rebel and immediately hanged or beheaded. Yet while the mass of the English people hated Napoleon, Englishmen who had ever met him were apt to be his firm friends, or at least his admirers. Captain Maitland, of the Bellerophon, said that he had inquiries made of the crew as to their opinion of him, and this was the result: "They may abuse that man as much as they please, but if the people of England knew him as well as we do, they would not touch a hair of his head." Though Napoleon had surrendered to Great Britain alone, the Allied Powers, desiring Great Britain to be responsible for him, ap- proved her course. During the voyage of ten weeks toward St. Helena, Napoleon suffered little from sea- 42 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR sickness after the first few days. He break- fasted in his own cabin at ten or eleven o'clock. Before he dined he generally played a game of chess, and remained at dinner, in compli- ment to the Admiral, about an hour. After he had his coffee he left the others to walk with Count Bertrand or Count Las Cases on the quarter-deck. He often spoke to those officers who could understand French. At first he showed little interest in the occupations of those about him, but in time he engaged in more general conversation and was especially inclined to talk to Mr. Warden, the Northum- berland surgeon, about the prevailing com- plaints on board the ship and his methods of treating the sick. After a while he turned to his own books and spent most of the day reading or in dictating to Las Cases. On the twenty-third of August the Northumberland crossed the equator. Before this the Admiral had amused himself trying to frighten the French, telling them of the rough ceremony practised by the sailors, who always undertook to present to Neptune all persons on board who had never before crossed the line. It hap- pened, however, that in this instance all made FROM WATERLOO TO ST. HELENA 43 a special effort to be courteous. While the sailors presented to Neptune were shaved with huge razors and a lather of pitch, the French were introduced politely with compliments, and the Emperor was treated especially well. Napoleon seemed amused by this novel per- formance, and later he wished to have one hundred napoleons divided among the sailors. He was made, however, to feel his altered position when, after some discussion, the Ad- miral courteously but decidedly refused his request. There were probably few on the Northum- berland who did not deeply sympathize with the fallen Emperor. On this long, monotonous voyage, when his only amusements were con- versation and an occasional evening game of whist with his friends, he seemed to be trying to make the best of the situation. On the morning when the Northumberland approached St. Helena, the Emperor dressed early, and going up on deck stepped forward on the gangway. It was the fifteenth of Oc- tober when the ship, after its long voyage, lay at anchor. The Emperor, standing on the gangway with Las Cases behind him, looked 44 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR through his glass at the shore. Directly in front he saw a little village, surrounded by barren and naked hills, reaching toward the clouds. Wherever he looked, on every plat- form, at every aperture, on every hill, was a cannon. Las Cases, watching his face intently, could perceive no change of expression, for Napoleon now had full control of himself. Unmoved he could look on the island that was to be his prison, perhaps his grave. He did not stay long on deck, but, turning about, asked Las Cases to lead the way to his cabin. There they went on with their usual occupa- tion, waiting until they should be told that the time for landing had come. During the long voyage Napoleon had won the regard of most persons on the ship. The Northumberland was terribly crowded, but while others grumbled, he made no complaint of the great discomfort, although he, like the others, was affected by it. Already he had begun to practise that stoicism which, on the whole, was the keynote of his life at St. Helena. CHAPTER IV NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS NAPOLEON quickly fitted himself into his place in his new surroundings. So adaptable was he that the children soon ceased to regard him as a stranger, nor were they inclined to criticise his habits, although in most respects his ways were quite unlike those of the Balcombe family. For example, he did not breakfast as they did. After rising at eight o'clock, he satisfied himself with a cup of coffee and had his first hearty meal, breakfast or luncheon as they variously called it, at one. It was nine o'clock in the evening before he dined, and eleven when he with- drew to his own room. The Pavilion, the building that chiefly formed his new abode, was a short distance from the main building of The Briars. It had one good room on the ground floor, and two garrets. Napoleon selected this Pavilion, not 46 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR because it was really more convenient for him, but because by occupying it he would less disturb the Balcombe family than by taking quarters in the main house. Las Cases and his son were in one of the garrets, and Napoleon's chief valet de chambre and others of his household were in the sec- ond. The rooms were so crowded that some of the party had to sleep on the floor of the little hall. The Pavilion had been built by Betsy's father as a ballroom, and had a cer- tain stateliness. The large room opened on a lawn, neatly fenced around, and in the centre of the lawn was a marquee, connected with the house by a covered way. The marquee had two compartments. The inner one was Napoleon's bedroom, and in the other General Gorgaud slept. There was little but the beds in the mar- quee. General Gorgaud slept on a small tent bed with green silk hangings, which Napoleon had had with him in all his campaigns. Between the two divisions of the marquee some of the servants of Napoleon had carved a huge crown in the green turf, on which the Emperor was obliged to step as he passed through. NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 47 At first Count Bertrand and Count Mon- tholon with their families were lodged at Mr. Porteous's house in the town, where a suitable table was prepared for them in the French style. They could go to The Briars whenever they wished, accompanied by a British officer or Dr. O'Meara, who was appointed physician to Napoleon; or, followed by a soldier, they were permitted to visit any part of the island except the forts and batteries. A captain of artillery resided at The Briars, and at first a sergeant and soldiers were also stationed there. But the presence of the sol- diers was evidently needless, as well as so disagreeable to the family that, on hearing various remonstrances, Sir George Cockburn ordered them away. But for the presence of the artillery officer, Napoleon during his stay at The Briars might almost have forgotten that he was a prisoner. He and his suite appreciated the unfailing kindness of Mr. Balcombe and his family, who from the first left nothing undone for the comfort of the exiles. During the early days of his stay the dinner for the French people at The Briars was sent out from town, but 48 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR soon Mr. Balcombe fitted up a little kitchen, connected with the Pavilion, where Napoleon's accomplished cook had every opportunity to display his skill. Very often after dinner Na- poleon obligingly went outside for a walk, that his attendants might finish their dinner in the room that he had left. Soon after his arrival Napoleon was visited by Colonel Wilks, Governor of St. Helena, Mrs. Wilks, and other officials of the island, and some of the leading citizens and their families. He had not yet begun to seclude himself, and he and his companions seemed to be trying to make the best of their situa- tion. Then and later evening parties were oc- casionally given by the French without much appearance of restraint. Napoleon accepted no invitations except those given by his friends at The Briars, and in one or two unusual cases, but the others went sometimes to the well- attended balls given by Sir George Cockburn. Madames Bertrand and Montholon and the rest of Napoleon's suite, for whom there was not room at The Briars, often came to see him there, and remained during the day. To NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 49 them he was still le grand empereur. His every look was watched, every wish was an- ticipated, and they showed him great rever- ence. Some have thought that in dealing with them he insisted too much on the etiquette of a court, but certainly none of the suite com- plained of formality. Napoleon was always polite to guests at The Briars, and once went to a large party given by Mr. Balcombe, pleasing every one by his urbanity. When guests were introduced he always asked their profession, and then turned the conversation in that direction. People were always surprised at the extent of his information. Officers and others on the way from China sought introductions and were seldom refused. Indeed in those first months his attitude to people was very different from what it was later. Not infrequently he himself invited people to dine with him. Most of Napoleon's suite shared with him a feeling of friendliness for the Balcombe family. Las Cases, however, was always ready to criticise Miss Betsy, whose hoydenish ways he could never understand. One evening, 50 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR when she was turning over the leaves of Estille's "Floriant," seeing that Gaston de Foix was called General, she asked Napoleon whether he was satisfied with him and whether he had escaped or was still living. This ques- tion shocked Las Cases, for it seemed to him extraordinary that a girl should imagine that the famous Gaston de Foix had been a general under Napoleon. But this was not a very strange mistake for a little English girl to make. It is to be feared that Las Cases always took a certain pleasure in correcting the faults of the young Balcombes, or in reporting them to their parents. From the first Napoleon claimed more of the society of Betsy than of the other mem- bers of the family, and so agreeable were his manners toward her that the little girl soon began to regard him as a companion of her own, with whom she could be perfectly at ease, rather than as one much older. "His spirits were very good, and he was at times almost boyish in his love of mirth and glee, not unmixed sometimes with a tinge of malice," wrote Betsy years later. NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 51 "Jane," said Betsy to her sister, not long after Napoleon's arrival, "the Emperor has invited us to dine with him. What fun it will be!" "I don't know. I am afraid it will be ter- ribly solemn." "Oh, no; I am not afraid of that. The Emperor isn't solemn. You ought to get ac- quainted with him, and you wouldn't think so." Jane shook her head dubiously. "I am half afraid of him. I don't see how you can dare to trifle so with him. What were you laughing at yesterday when Lucy was here? I thought the Emperor looked rather silly." "Well, perhaps he did, if you put it that way," responded the blunt Betsy. " Only Lucy was sillier. I thought she would drag me to the ground when I told her the Emperor was coming across the lawn." "Then why did you run and bring him up to her? I saw you do it." "I needn't have done that. I did more harm than good. I told her he wasn't the cruel creature she thought him. But I 52 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR oughtn't to have told the Emperor she was afraid of him. At least, I wouldn't have done so had I known how he would act, for he brushed up his hair so it stood out like a savage's, and when he came up to Lucy he gave a queer growl so that she screamed until mamma thought she might have hysterics and hurried her out into the house." "It was ridiculous for a man to act like a child," responded the sedate Jane, who had not acquired Betsy's admiration for Napoleon. "It was more ridiculous for her to scream. Napoleon laughed so at her that I had to take her part. 'I thought you a kind of an ogre, too/ I said, 'before I knew you.' 'Per- haps you think I couldn't frighten you now,' he answered, 'but see;' and then he brushed his hair up higher and made faces, and he looked so queer that I could only laugh at him. 'So I can't frighten you!' he said, and then he howled and howled, and at last seemed disappointed that I wasn't alarmed. 'It's a Cossack howl,' he explained, 'and ought to terrify you!' To tell you the truth, it was something terrible, but though I didn't like it I wouldn't flinch. Of course it was all in fun, for he is really very kind-hearted," concluded Betsy. "All the same I don't enjoy the thought of having dinner with him," responded the prac- tical Jane. "I've half a mind not to go." "Oh, Jane, that would never do! What would the Emperor think? After you have been invited, too. Besides, mother wouldn't let you stay away. An invitation from royalty is a command." "But Napoleon isn't " "Hush," cried Betsy, not wishing to hear her new friend belittled. She always took offence if any one called him prisoner. In spite of her professed distaste for the dinner, Jane would have been disappointed had she been obliged to stay at home. She set out gayly enough, proud in her secret heart that she was to have the honor of being in the company of the great man. Nine o'clock, Napoleon's dinner hour, was late for the little girls. As they entered his apartment the Emperor greeted them cor- dially, meeting them with extended hands, and a moment after, Cipriani, his maitre d'hotelj stood at the door. 54 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Le diner de votre Majeste est servi." Whereupon Napoleon, with a girl on each side, led the way after Cipriani, who walked backward, followed by the rest of his suite, who were dining with him. Hardly had they taken their places when Napoleon began to quiz Betsy on the fond- ness of the English for "rosbif and plum pudding." "It is better than eating frogs." "Oh, my dear Mees, how you wrong us!" "Ah, but see here!" cried Betsy, and she brought him a caricature of a long, lean Frenchman with his mouth open, his tongue out, and a frog on the tip of it, ready to jump down his throat. Under it was written, "A Frenchman's Dinner." The Emperor laughed loudly at this. 'You are impertinent," he cried, pinching Betsy's ear. "I must show this to the petit Las Cases. He will not love you so much for laughing at his countrymen." Upon this Betsy turned very red. The Em- peror had touched a vulnerable point. The young Las Cases, a boy of fourteen, was now at dinner with them, and Napoleon NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 55 had found that he could easily tease Betsy about him. "He will not want a wife," continued Na- poleon, "who makes fun of him;" and Betsy, inwardly enraged, could only maintain a digni- fied silence. The Emperor gazed intently at his young friend, and later, when they rose from the table, he called young Las Cases. "Come, kiss her; this is your revenge." Betsy looked about vainly for a means of escape. But the Emperor had already closed his hands over hers, holding them so that she had no chance to get away, while young Las Cases, with a mischievous smile, approached and kissed her. As soon as her hands were at liberty, Betsy boxed the boy's ears and awaited her chance to pay Napoleon off. There was no inside hall to go from Na- poleon's apartments to the rest of the house, and it was necessary to pass outside along a steep, narrow path, wide enough for only one at a time. An idea flashed into the mind of mischiev- ous Betsy as Napoleon led the way, followed 56 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR by Count Las Cases, his son, and last by Jane. Betsy let the others get ahead of her, and waited when they were about ten yards dis- tant. Then with might and main she dashed ahead, running with full force against the luckless Jane, who fell with extended hand upon young Las Cases. He in turn struck against his father, and the latter, to his dismay, against Napoleon. The latter could hardly hold his footing, while Betsy in the rear, delighted with the success of her plan, jumped and screamed with pleasure. The Emperor said nothing, but Las Cases, horror-struck at the insult offered his master, became furiously angry as Betsy's laughter fell on his ear. Turning back, he caught her roughly by the shoulder and pushed her against the rocky bank. It was now Betsy's turn to be angry. "Oh, sir, he has hurt me!" "Never mind, "replied Napoleon; "to please you, I will hold him while you punish him." Thereupon it was young Las Cases's place to tremble. While the great man held him by NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 57 the hands, Betsy gleefully boxed his ears until he begged for mercy. "Stop, stop!" he cried. "No, I will not. This has all been your fault. If you hadn't kissed me - "There, there," at last called the Emperor to the boy, "I will let you go, but you must run as fast as you can. If you cannot run faster than Betsy, you deserve to be beaten again." The young French page did not wait for a second warning, but starting off at a run travelled as fast as he could, with Betsy in full pursuit. Napoleon, watching them, laughed heartily and clapped his hands as the two raced around the grounds. The little encounter amused him, but Las Cases the elder took the matter more seriously. Betsy wrote, "From that moment Las Cases never liked me, after this adventure, and used to call me a little rude hoyden." The next afternoon Betsy and Jane joined the Emperor, accompanied by General Gor- gaud, in a walk in a meadow. "Look, Betsy!" cried Jane, "there are the cows I saw the other day. I am half afraid of them." 68 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Nonsense! How silly!" cried the intrepid Betsy. "Afraid of a cow!" and she repeated her sister's fear to Napoleon. The latter, pro- fessing to be surprised and amused at Jane's fears, joined with Betsy in a laugh at her sister's expense. But even the dread of ridicule had little effect on Jane. "Oh, Betsy," she cried, "I am sure one of those cows is coming at us!" Looking up, Betsy had to admit that her sister might be right. One of the cows was rushing toward them with her head down, as if ready to attack the party. It was no time for words, and Napoleon, feeling it no disgrace to retreat in the presence of such an enemy, jumped nimbly over a wall and, standing behind it, was thus protected against the enemy. General Gorgaud did not run, but standing with drawn sword exclaimed, "This is the second time I have saved the Emperor's life." From behind his wall Napoleon laughed loudly at Gorgaud's boast. 'You ought to have put yourself in the position to repel cavalry," he cried. "But really, Monsieur," said Betsy, "it was NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 59 you who terrified the cows, for the moment you disappeared over the wall the animal became calm and tranquil." "Well, well," cried Napoleon, again laugh- ing, "it is a pity she could not carry out her good intentions. Evidently she wished to save the English Government the expense and trouble of keeping me." "Betsy," said the sedate Jane a little later, when she had a chance to talk to her sister alone, "you ought not to speak so to the Emperor. You treat him like a child." "Well, he seems like one of us, doesn't he, Jane? I always feel as if he were one of us, a brother of our own age, and I am sure he is much happier than if we acted as if we were afraid of him. But still, if you like, I will walk very solemnly now." So Betsy walked along beside her sister with a slow and mincing step, her face as long as if she had lost her best friend. As she approached the Emperor he noticed the change. "Eh, bien ! qu'as tu, Mademoiselle Betsee ?" he asked. "Has le petit Las Cases proved inconstant ? If he have, bring him to me." 60 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Instantly Betsy's new resolves melted away and for the rest of the walk she and Napoleon were in their usual mood of good comradeship. The next morning, when Napoleon joined the family circle at The Briars, one of Betsy's little brothers, hardly more than a baby, sat on Napoleon's knee, and began to amuse himself as usual by playing with the glittering decorations and orders that Napoleon wore. "Come, Mees Betsee," he cried, "there is no pleasing this child. You must come and cut off these jewels to satisfy him." "Oh, I have something better to do now!" cried little Alexander, jumping from Napo- leon's knee and picking up a pack of cards. "Look!" he continued, pointing to the figure of a Grand Mogul on the back of each card, "look, Bony, this is you." At first the Emperor, with his imperfect knowledge of English, did not exactly under- stand the child's meaning. When he did, in- stead of taking offence, he only smiled as he turned to Betsy, saying, "But what does he mean by calling me * Bony ' ? " "Ah," replied Betsy in French, "it is short for Bonaparte." JLas Cases, however, trying NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 61 to improve on the little girl's definition, inter- preted the word literally, "a bony person." Napoleon laughed at this reply, adding, "Je ne suis pas osseux" and this was all. Alexander was not reproved for his familiarity. It was true that Bonaparte was far from thin or bony, and Betsy had often admired his plump hand, which she had more than once called the prettiest in the world. Its knuckles were dimpled like a baby's, the fin- gers taper and beautifully formed, and the nails perfect. ; 'Your hand does not look large and strong enough to hold a sword," she said to him one day. "Ah, but it is," said one of his suite, who was present. Drawing his own sabre from its scabbard, he pointed to a stain on it, saying, "This is the blood of an Englishman." "Sheathe your sword," cried the Emperor. "It is bad taste to boast, particularly before ladies. But if you will pardon me," and he looked toward the others in the room, "I will show you a sword of mine." Then from its embossed sheath Napoleon drew a wonderful sword with a handle in the 62 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR shape of a golden fleur-de-lis. The sheath itself was hardly less remarkable, made of a single piece of tortoise shell, studded with golden bees. The children were delighted when the Em- peror permitted them to touch the wonderful weapon. It was the most beautiful sword they had ever seen. As Betsy held the sword in her hands, un- luckily she remembered a recent incident in which she had been at a great disadvantage under the Emperor's teasing. Now was her chance to get even with her tormentor. With her usual heedlessness of consequences she drew out the sword and began to make passes at Napoleon until she had driven him into a corner. ; 'You must say your prayers," she said, "for I am going to kill you." "Oh, Betsy, how can you!" remonstrated the more prudent Jane, rushing to the Em- peror's assistance. "I will go and tell father." But Betsy only laughed at her. "I don't care," she cried. "People tease me when they like. Now it is my turn;" and she continued to thrust the sword dangerously NAPOLEON AT THE BRIARS 63 near Napoleon's face, until her strength was exhausted, and her arm fell at her side. Count Las Cases, the dignified chamberlain, who had entered the room during the en- counter, looked on indignantly. He did not quite dare to interfere, although his indigna- tion was plainly expressed in his face. Already he had taken a deep dislike to the little girl, and to him the sword incident seemed the climax of her misbehavior. If looks could kill, she would have perished on the spot. Although the Frenchman's expression had not the power to annihilate Betsy, something in his look warned her that she had gone far enough. Daring though she was, she decided that her wisest course was to give up the weapon. As she handed the sword back to him, Napoleon playfully pinched her ear. It happened, unluckily, however, that Bet- sy's ear had been bored only the day before. The pinch consequently caused her some pain. Without venturing to resist the Emperor's touch, she gave a sharp exclamation. She knew that he had not intended to hurt her. CHAPTER V BETSY'S BALL-GOWN WHEN the little flurry over the sword had ended, Napoleon seemed lost in thought, and the children wondered what he was thinking of. Perhaps the laugh- ing ways of these young people reminded him of his little son, whose growth from babyhood to youth he was destined never to see. Some such thought must have been in his mind when he turned to one of his attendants, saying: "I believe that these children would like to see some of my bijouterie. Go bring me those miniatures of the King of Rome." In a short time the messenger returned, laden with little boxes, while the children loudly expressed their delight. They knew the story of the young Napoleon, once the pride of the French nation, on whom had been conferred the title King of Rome. They knew BETSY'S BALL-GOWN 65 that he had gone to live with the Austrian Emperor, father of his mother, Maria Louisa, and perhaps some of them had heard of his stout resistance to those who came to take him away from his beautiful home, the Tuileries. Already they had seen some of the portraits of the little boy, brought by Napoleon to St. Helena, and they were pleased by the idea of seeing others of the. collection. So they gathered around the Emperor as children will when something interesting is to be shown them. "How lovely!" cried Jane, gazing at the miniature she was first allowed to hold in her hand. It was indeed a beautiful picture, showing a baby asleep in his cradle, which was in the shape of a helmet of Mars. Above his head the banner of France was waving and in his tiny right hand was a small globe. "What does it mean?" asked Betsy, a little timidly now, as she noted the expression of mingled pride and sadness in Napoleon's face. "Ah, those are the symbols of greatness. He is to be a great warrior and rule the world." "Yes in a minute," murmured Betsy, as 66 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR one of the boys whispered to her to translate " Je prie le bon Dieu pour mon pere, ma mere, et ma patrie," inscribed beneath a picture of the child on a snuffbox cover, which showed the little fellow in prayer before a crucifix. Then they both looked at another miniature por- traying him riding one lamb, while he was decking another with ribbons. "Ah!" mused the Emperor again sadly. "Those were real lambs. They were given him by the inhabitants of Paris, a hint, I suppose, that they would rather have peace than war." "And this is his mother," continued the Emperor, as a woman, far less handsome than Josephine, was shown in the miniature with the boy, surrounded by a halo of roses and clouds. "She is beautiful," exclaimed Napoleon; "but I will show you the most beautiful woman in the world." The girls echoed his words. "I never saw any one so beautiful in my life," cried Betsy, gazing on the portrait of a young, charming woman. "And you never will," avowed Napoleon. BETSY'S BALLGOWN 67 "The Princess of- ' queried one of the French. "My sister Pauline," said Napoleon, "and you show good taste in admiring her. She is probably one of the loveliest women ever created." "But now," he continued, when they had seen all the pictures, "let us go down to the cottage and play whist." Turning reluctantly from the miniatures, the children walked down to the cottage and soon were ready to play. But the cards did not deal smoothly enough. "Go off there by yourself," said Napoleon to young Las Cases, "and deal until the cards run better. And now, Mees Betsy, tell me about your robe de bal." Betsy's face flushed with pleasure. "Do you really want to see it? I will go upstairs and get it." To Betsy the ball to be given soon by Sir George Cockburn was a wonderful affair. It was considered a great event by all the people of the island, but for Betsy it had a special significance, because it would be her very first ball. In England, at her age, her 68 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR parents would not have thought of letting her go to a ball, but amusements were so few at St. Helena that to keep her home would have seemed cruel. At first her parents had objected to her going, but when Napoleon saw her in tears one day and learned why, he asked her father to let her go, and thus she gained her father's consent. It is not strange then that the little girl took a great interest in her gown for the ball, and since she felt indebted to the Emperor for his intercession, she was pleased that he ex- pressed an interest in her costume. So she ran upstairs light-heartedly to get the new gown, and in a few minutes returned with it on her arm. "It is very pretty," cried the Emperor, examining the gown critically; and all the others, except the stern Las Cases, had a word of commendation for it. It was a delicately pretty gown, trimmed with soft roses. Even if it had not been her first ball-gown, Betsy's pride in it would have been justified; but as things were, no cynical person could have found fault with her for BETSY'S BALLGOWN 69 picturing to herself what a fine impression she would make at this first appearance at a grown-up function. The Emperor's praises were particularly gratifying, because he had a way of ridiculing any detail of dress that he did not like. "Oh, Mees Betsee," he would cry, "why do you wear trousers? You look just like a boy;" and any one who has seen pictures of girls in pantalets will admit that they merited criticism. Or again he would say: "If I were governor I would make a law against ladies wearing those ugly, short waists. Why do you wear them, Mees Betsee ? " It was, therefore, delightful to the young girl that he approved her ball-gown. After sufficient praise had been given the dress, the four sat down to play, Napoleon and Jane against Las Cases and Betsy. "Mademoiselle Betsee," said the Emperor, "I tire of sugar-plums. I bet you a napoleon on the game. What will you put against it?" "I have no money," replied Betsy, a little shyly for her. "I have nothing worth a na- poleon except oh, yes my little pagoda. Will that do?" 70 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR The Emperor laughed. "Yes, that will do, and I will try to get it." So they began in merry spirits. "There, there," cried Betsy after a minute or two, "that isn't fair. You mustn't show your cards to Jane." "But this is such a good one." Napoleon's eye twinkled. "Well, it isn't fair," added Betsy with the excitement in her tone often observable in vivacious natures. As the cards were shuffled she repeated, "Remember, you mustn't look at your cards until they are all dealt." "But it seems so long to wait." "Then I won't play. You revoked on purpose." "Did I? Then I must hide my guilt;" and Napoleon mixed all the cards indiscriminately together, while Betsy tried to hold his hands to prevent further mischief, as she pointed out what he had done. Napoleon, amused by Betsy's indignation, laughed until the tears came. "Mees Betsy, Mees Betsy, I am surprised. I played so fair, and you have cheated so; you must pay me the forfeit, the pagoda." BETSY'S BALLGOWN 71 "No, Monsieur, you revoked." "Oh, but Mees Betsy, but you are mdchante and a cheat. Ah, but I will keep you from going to the ball!" While they were playing Betsy had quite forgotten the pretty gown that she had laid carefully on the sofa. Now, all too late, she realized its danger, for the Emperor, suddenly turning toward the sofa, seized it, and before she could stop him ran out of the room with it, toward the Pavilion. Betsy in alarm quickly followed, but though she went fast, Napoleon went faster, and had locked himself in his room before she reached him. Poor Betsy was now thoroughly frightened. She was sure that her pretty gown, with its trimmings of soft roses, would be destroyed. "Oh, give it to me, please!" she cried in English, as she knocked upon his door. But the Emperor made no reply. Then she made her appeal in French, using every beseeching word she knew to get him to return it. Still his only answer was a mocking laugh, repeated several times, and an occasional word of refusal. Nor did any one else come to Betsy's 72 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR assistance. As short a time as the French had lived at The Briars there was hardly one of them on whom Betsy had not played some trick, and even the members of her own family were unsympathetic when a message was brought her from Napoleon that he intended to keep her dress and that she might as well make up her mind she could not go to the ball. Poor Betsy! At night, after many wakeful hours, she cried herself to sleep. When morn- ing came things did not seem so black. She felt sure that the Emperor would not do what he had no right to do, keep her pretty dress. He would surely send it back to her. But the morning wore away, and, contrary to his habit, Napoleon did not come near his neighbors of The Briars. Betsy sent several strongly ap- pealing messages, but to them all came only one reply: 'The Emperor is sleeping, and cannot be disturbed." So strong indeed was the dignity with which Napoleon had hedged himself, that even the daring Betsy did not venture to intrude upon him when he was resting. Afternoon came, and at last it was almost BETSY'S BALLGOWN 73 time to start for the valley. The family were to ride there on horseback, carrying their ball- dresses in tin cases, and they were to dress at the house of a friend. The horses were brought around, the black boys came up with the tin cases that held the dresses the dresses of the rest of the party but nothing of poor Betsy's. The little girl's cup was full to overflowing; she, the courage- ous, began to cry. She turned to one of the servants : "Has my dress been packed?" "Of course not; we didn't have it to pack." "Then I cannot go." Her tears had ceased. She was now too angry to cry longer. "I will go anyway," she said on second thought. "I will dance in my morning frock, and then you will all feel sorry, for I will tell every one how I have been treated." At this moment a figure was seen running down the lawn. It was Napoleon, and Betsy gave a scream of delight as she saw that in his arms he carried her dress. Her face brightened and she hastened to meet him. 74 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Here, Mees Betsy," he cried; "I have brought your dress. I hope you are a good girl now, and that you will like the ball; and mind you dance with Gorgaud." "Yes, yes!" said Betsy, too happy to get her dress to oppose any suggestion, although General Gorgaud was no favorite of hers and she had a long-standing feud with him. "You will find your roses still fresh," said the Emperor. "I ordered them arranged and pulled out, in case any were crushed." To the little girl's delight, when she ex- amined her gown she found that no harm had been done it, in spite of the rough treatment it had received at Napoleon's hands. "I wish you were going, sire," she said politely, as he walked beside the horses to the end of the bridle path. "Ah, balls are not for me," he replied, shaking his head. Then he stopped. "Whose house is that?" he asked, pointing to a house in the valley far beneath. "It is beautifully situated," he continued; "some time I shall visit it. Come, Las Cases, we must not detain the party." BETSY'S BALL-GOWN 75 "We must hurry on," whispered one of those on horseback. "Good-bye, good-bye," and Napoleon and the elder Las Cases went down the mountain toward the house that he had seen in the distance, while Betsy and the others rode on toward the ball. Next day Napoleon said that he had been charmed with the beautiful place in the valley that he and Las Cases had visited after he had seen the others ride away to the ball. He had found the owner of the place, Mr. Hodgdon, very agreeable, and at last he had ridden home on an Arab horse that the latter had lent him. Before Napoleon withdrew within his shell he was not only inclined to receive visitors but to pay visits. Betsy and Jane were riding gayly along one day when they came unex- pectedly upon Napoleon, also on horseback. "Where have you been?" asked the ven- turesome Betsy. 'To Candy Bay," replied Napoleon, with- out resenting her inquisitiveness. "Oh, didn't you think Fairyland just the most perfect place?" 76 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR ;< Yes, indeed, I was delighted with it and with its venerable host, Mr. D. He is a typ- ical Englishman of the highest type." 'Yes, and only think, he is over seventy years old and yet has never left the island. I don't know what St. Helena would do with- out him," said Jane. "I call him the good genius of the valley," added Betsy. CHAPTER VI A HORSE TAMER ONE morning, not long after the ball, Betsy took a slight revenge on the Emperor. She had a certain favor to ask of him, and she had gone to look for him in his favorite retreat in his garden, the Grapery, near a large pond of clear water, full of gold and silver fish. Though called a grapery, vines of many different kinds twined over the trellis-work, while the grapevines were chiefly over an arbor at the end. In the sultriest weather this little arbor was cool and pleasant, and here Napoleon was in the habit of taking his books and papers when he wished to work out of doors. He had no regular hour for rising, and some- times he would go there as early as four o'clock and write until breakfast, or dictate to Las Cases. No one was permitted to intrude pn him there, no one but Betsy occasionally, 78 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR and then it could hardly be called intruding, for she usually went at the Emperor's request, or, as it might be said, she had a general invitation. When Betsy said, "Come and un- lock the garden door," Napoleon stopped, even in the middle of the sentence he might be dictating, and she was always admitted. This general invitation, however, might have been withdrawn if Betsy had not been too sensible to interrupt the Emperor often. She was care- ful not to abuse what was for her a special privilege. On this particular morning she went to the arbor door with some hesitation. One of her friends from the valley, a very charming girl, had come to pass the morning with her. "Now, Betsy," she had said, "I hear that you are a great favorite with Napoleon and you must introduce me, for I am just dying to see him." "I do not think I can," replied Betsy. "It is a very hot morning and I saw him go early to the arbor. I do not like to disturb him when he is busy." "Busy! How can a prisoner be busy? It cannot matter whether he is idle or busy." A HORSE TAMER 79 "He is not a prisoner, at least we don't call him so," retorted Betsy indignantly, "and he is writing books." "Oh, I suppose you know best, but if you cannot be obliging, I shall be mortified when I go home to say that I did not see him. I heard you knew him so well, that I supposed you wouldn't mind introducing me." Thus put on her mettle, Betsy yielded against her better judgment and went down to the arbor. At first there was no answer to her knock. Napoleon had fallen asleep over his papers. At last she succeeded in arousing him. "What do you want?" he asked rather gruffly as he came to the little door. "Let me in, and you will know." "No, tell me first what you want and then I will let you in." Betsy was not so sure of this, but since she could not help it, she had to explain her errand. "I wish to introduce a young lady to you." "Oh, no, indeed; I am not well." " But she will be so disappointed, and she is so pretty." 80 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Not like the lady I was obliged to say agreeable things to yesterday ? " "Oh, no, she is very different. She is really young and handsome." "Very well, then, since you have promised, I suppose I must go, but come in for a minute," this not very politely, it must be admitted. As Betsy entered the little enclosure she rushed to the table and rather rudely snatched up some of the papers on which Napoleon had been at work. "Now," she said, "for your ill-nature in making me stand so long at the door, I shall keep these and find out all your secrets." The Emperor looked at Betsy with some alarm. He did not like to see his papers in her hands. "Put them down instantly," he cried. "No, no," rejoined Betsy, running around the garden with the papers held high above her head. The Emperor looked at her sternly. "Very well! Unless you obey me at once, I shall no longer be your friend." Hardly ever before had Betsy heard Na- poleon speak so severely. She saw that he was in earnest and that she must obey. She saw, A HORSE TAMER 81 too, that she was in danger of losing his regard, and even without looking far ahead she realized that he might not go to her friend, if her own foolishness continued longer. So, giving up her trophies, she seized the Em- peror's hand and led him to the house. Now that he had yielded to Betsy's wishes, Napoleon was most courteous to her guest. He talked graciously to the young lady, com- plimented her on her beauty, and when she was ready to go home helped her on her horse. "She is a very pretty girl," he said later to Betsy, "but she has the airs of a marchande de modes." In thus intruding on Napoleon in his arbor study, Betsy had shown a rashness that no one else in the family w r ould have ventured to imitate. One day, however, Betsy aided an intruder, whose behavior the Emperor could not resent although he was disturbed by it. It happened in this way. One morning while Napoleon was busy in his outdoor study making notes, Betsy was romping about in the garden near by. "Come, Tom Pipes!" she called loudly; and 82 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR a second later a beautiful Newfoundland dog rushed to her side. Tom Pipes belonged to Sir George Cockburn, the Admiral, arid was well known to every one at The Briars, as he was in the habit of accompanying his master on his occasional visits to Mr. BaU-ombe's house. After his long run up the mountainous road under the hot sun, Tom Pipes was always delighted to reach The Briars, for the p]a had many ponds and little streams, into which the intelligent dog would plunge for a swim. On this particular day, Tom needed no second word from Betsy to make him accept her invitation to take a dip in the pond, stocked with gold and silver fish, that was near Napoleon's arbor. The dog bathed and swarri and amused himself in the water, and at last clambered up the bank. A moment later, as if tired from his exertions, he lay down by Napoleon's side. Napoleon, like every one else at The Briars, knew and ad- mired the dog, and if he nofierd Tom Pi peg's approach had no objection to it. lie was so absorbed in his work, however, that he prob- ably was hardly aware of the nearness of the creature. After a few minutes' rest, Tom Pipes A HORSE TAMER 83 realized that he had not completed his toilet. So, rising to his feet, he began to shake him- self vigorously. Instantly a shower of water bespattered Napoleon's face and clothing, and drenched the papers on the table. The sheet on which he was writing was entirely spoiled, and he himself looked rather ridiculous, as he tried to brush off the drops of water. In spite of his annoyance, Napoleon could not help laughing, for although he scolded and did his best to drive Tom Pipes away, the dog could not understand him. The two had been shipmates on the Northumberland, and the dog was so delighted to see Napoleon again that instead of running away, he kept jumping on him, leaving on the Emperor's clothing repeated imprints of his wet and muddy paws. While all this was happening, Betsy, look- ing on, was convulsed with laughter. She had not had this particular ending in mind when she had called Tom Pipes to play with her, but no deliberate practical joke of hers had ever been more amusing to her; and the best part of it was that the Kmperor could not really blame her nor punish Tom l'ij)es. Very often, however, it was not Betsy who 84 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR got the best of a practical joke. Not infre- quently she lost her temper over little things that were not worth minding, and Napoleon, to whom she was a constant source of amuse- ment, could not forbear teasing her, just to see how she would take his fun. One day, looking over Betsy's shoulder, Napoleon dis- covered that her translation was not finished. Her father required this bit of work from her every day, and now Napoleon saw a way to pay her back in some of her own coin. Taking the paper from Betsy, and holding it aloft, the Emperor approached Mr. Bal- combe, who was now mounting his horse for a ride. "Balcombe," he cried, "voila le theme de Mdlle. Betsee. Qu'elle a bien travaille!" he concluded sarcastically. Betsy's father looked at the sheet of paper which was quite blank, and, entering into the spirit of the thing with Napoleon, he professed to be very angry. Calling Betsy to him, he reproved her severely. "If your translation is not ready when I return home to dinner, I will punish you severely." Mortified by this reproof, Betsy A HORSE TAMER 85 cherished plans of retaliation against the Em- peror, which she carried out when she pinioned him in the corner with her sword. Yet after all she deserved the reproof, since her father had made a rigid rule that his daughters should have a translation from English into French ready every morning be- fore the hour when Napoleon visited The Briars. He rightly considered it a great privi- lege for the young girls that the great man should be willing to look at their French themes, with a view to improving their use of his language. One morning the sisters observed Archam- baud, Napoleon's groom, leading a beautiful horse in front of the house. "That is the Arab they have bought for him to ride." "I shouldn't think he'd care to ride that horse," responded the timid Jane. "See how he rears and plunges." "He's afraid of that white cloth on the lawn." 'Yes, but they've put it there on purpose, to break him of the habit of shying." While they were speaking, Napoleon ap- proached. 86 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Sir," said the confident Betsy, "I don't believe you can ride that horse." "I! Don't you think me a good rider?" "Yes; I think you look better on horseback than any one I have ever seen." "Only look!" Napoleon was trying to draw her out. "But you really ride better than anyone else, as I told you the other day when you rode around the lawn. I didn't suppose any one could make a horse wheel in such a narrow circle." * Yet you think this Arab could conquer me!" "But it looks so ugly, I mean its disposi- tion." The Emperor, without replying directly, called Archambaud to him and bade him dismount, while he took his seat on the fiery horse. The girls looked on in horror, but Napoleon only smiled the more, as he com- pelled the horse to pass the cloth and con- tinued his discipline until he made the creature put his foot on it. Archambaud gazed open-mouthed, hardly knowing whether to laugh or to cry. The Emperor persevered, and in a short time the A HORSE TAMER 87 horse was absolutely obedient to him, and the groom, though chagrined at his own failure, was pleased by the Emperor's success. "Ah," said Napoleon, dismounting, "it would be a strange horse that did not under- stand me. There was one that I rode once one hundred and twenty-nine miles in one day. My mother was ill, and I had to do it; but the horse, poor thing, died in the course of the night." "And you?" asked Betsy. "Ah, I was fatigued, but in or out of the saddle makes little difference to me. I could almost sleep in the saddle. But, come, young ladies," he continued, "I came here to invite you to see my china. It is all unpacked." The girls followed the Emperor toward the house, and "Oh!" and "Ah!" they exclaimed loudly as they looked at the beautiful dishes lately arrived from France. Among them there were plates that had cost twenty-five na- poleons, each of them painted by a great artist. It was a beautiful set, given to the Emperor by the people of Paris, and the pic- tures were chiefly battle scenes commemorat- ing his great victories. 88 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Before one of these paintings, Betsy stood enraptured. It represented a slim youth, who looked almost tall, standing on a bridge and evidently cheering others on, while nearer him were the dead and dying. "And this was really you?" exclaimed Betsy, for she recognized the standing figure. ; 'Yes," replied Napoleon, sighing, as if for his dead youth. "I was that boy. That was almost the beginning. I was more slender then than now." "This is the ibis?" asked Betsy, pointing to a bird that appeared on many plates. 'Yes; these are mostly pictures of Egypt;" and the ibis led him to a long discourse on the Egyptian campaign. "But don't go to Egypt, Miss Betsy," he concluded. 'You will catch ophthalmia and spoil your eyes." " Pourquoi avez-vous tourne turque ?" ["Why did you turn Turk?"] interposed Betsy ab- ruptly. "What is that to you ?" he asked, laughing. The question referred to his having become a Mahometan, but at first it was not clear to Napoleon what she meant. A HORSE TAMER 89 "I mean, why did you change your re- ligion?" Betsy explained. " Fighting is a soldier's religion," he re- plied. "I never changed that. The other is the affair of women and priests. Quant a moi, I always adopt the religion of the country I am in. And now," he said at last, "you have seen all the plates, and there are your little brothers coming up to find out what our Santini has made for them." Santini was Napoleon's lamplighter, a clever little fellow, who could make all kinds of toys and was always ready to play amusing tricks to entertain the children. " What has he now ? " the little boys asked as the man approached with a box under his arm. The children jumped about excitedly. Even the girls were curious, as, taking the box from under his arm, Santini displayed a tiny car- riage to which were harnessed two pairs of mice. In spite of Santini's efforts, they did not at once start off, as he had expected, to draw the carriage, and the boys appealed to the Emperor. "Pinch the tails of the leaders, and then they will go," commanded Napoleon. 90 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR The boys obeyed, and to the great delight of the children the mice started off at full speed. As they watched the carriage and the scampering steeds, the children shouted and clapped their hands. One morning Betsy stood before Napoleon with an expression of disappointment on her pretty face. " Of course I thought you meant it." "But you are a foolish child." "Why shouldn't you give a ball before you leave The Briars ? Not a very great one, but just large enough for me to dance at. Soon you will be away, at Longwood. I thought you promised." 'You must have known I was in fun." At last Betsy noted a tone in the Emperor's voice that warned her to go no further. "But since you are so disappointed," said Napoleon kindly, "you may have whatever you wish to ask of me. Dites-moi, que veux-tu que je fosse Mdlle. Betsee pour te consoler?" ["Tell me, what do you wish me to do to console you ? "] Betsy's face brightened. A HORSE TAMER 91 "Let us play the game of blindman's buff you have so often promised. Then I will forgive you for not having the ball, and never speak of it again." "Blindman's buff, as you describe it, did not seem to be just the game for me. Can't you think of something else ? " "But you promised, and your room is splendid for it, and it wouldn't be any fun without you." Seeing that resistance was useless, the Em- peror at last consented to play. He began by binding his fine white handkerchief over Betsy's eyes. "Can you see?" "I cannot see you." But Betsy, although she spoke truly in saying that she could not see the Emperor, could yet detect a glimmer of light. Napoleon waved his hands before her eyes, and the shadows and rush of air made her start. "Ah, leetle monkey, you can see me!" he exclaimed, and he put another handkerchief over her eyes. Then, with Betsy in the middle of the room, the game began. Soon the young 92 NAPOLEON'S lYOUNG NEIGHBOR girl felt some one pull her nose roughly. She knew who had touched her, for, as he crept toward her, she recognized Napo- leon's footsteps. As she darted forward, he bounded away just as her hand touched his. Then, as she groped about, Napoleon pulled her ear. She was sure that she had recog- nized him and putting out her hand she cried triumphantly : "I have you, I have you! Now it is your turn." When Betsy uncovered her eyes she was mortified to find that it was her sister she had captured. Napoleon, it was true, had pulled her ear, but he had accomplished this by reaching his hand over Jane's head. Every one now laughed at Betsy. "Come," said Napoleon, "as you have made such a great mistake, you must pay the pen- alty and remain blindfolded." The Emperor continued to tease and quiz, pulling Betsy's ear or her dress, and always managing to escape being caught. At last, when the fun was at its height, a servant, entering, announced that some one had called to see the Emperor. So the young A HORSE TAMER 93 people were left to themselves for a while. The game was at an end. "Now, Mees Betsy," exclaimed the Em- peror, when he returned to the room, "you and all the other players must come and dine with me." "But we have already dined." : ' Yet you must come. Now, Navarre," said the Emperor, when they had reached the marquee, "Mees Betsy is very fond of creams. Bring some for her." "I cannot eat them," protested Betsy. "But you told me you were so fond of them. Come, it is not kind to refuse." "But really I cannot eat." "Oh, nonsense!" Betsy made the effort, and ate half of a delicious cream. "That is not enough. I will feed you, little bambino, I will feed you;" and with spoon in hand Napoleon actually began to feed the little girl, laughing steadily at her as he did so. Only by running away did Betsy at last escape, and even then the Emperor called after her: 94 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Stop, Mees Betsy, do stay and eat another. You know you told me you liked them.'* The next day Marchand brought to the sisters a box of bonbons with the Emperor's compliments, and with them came some of the famous creams for "Mdlle. Betsee." CHAPTER VII OFF FOR LONGWOOD NEW Year's Day was approaching, the day which French people love to cele- brate by making gifts to their friends and paying compliments. On this first New Year's morning of Na- poleon's exile on St. Helena, Betsy, looking from her window, saw young Tristram Mon- tholon and Henri Bertrand approaching. "Look, Jane," she cried excitedly, "they are carrying something; do you suppose - But without finishing her question or wait- ing for Jane to answer, Betsy had taken the shortest way to gratify her curiosity by run- ning to greet the boys. Immediately the two little fellows saluted her with New Year wishes and before she could ask a question had pre- sented each sister for Jane had followed her with a beautiful crystal basket. "Something Piron made for you," the boys 96 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR explained; and the fingers of the two girls trembled with excitement as they began to uncover the contents of the baskets. Piron, Napoleon's confiseur, could do the most re- markable things. There was nothing he could not reproduce in sugar palaces, triumphal arches, all kinds of curious structures all looking too good to eat. Already Betsy and Jane had received presents from the Emperor, products of Piron's skill, accompanied usually by some pleasant message. But this New Year's gift surpassed their expectations, for when they tore off the white satin napkin, inside the baskets they saw that delicious bonbons were heaped within them on Sevres plates, a plate for each girl. "Cupidons for the Graces," was Napoleon's message accompanying the kindly gift. The first of the new year brought a certain regret to the family at The Briars and to Napoleon as well. His new home at Long- wood was nearly ready for him, and this meant that he should see much less of the charming family to which he had become attached. Longwood was several miles away, and the chance was that there he would be OFF FOR LONGWOOD 97 guarded more closely and that it might be harder for the girls to see him. For the two months before New Year's, Longwood was as busy a place as a dock- yard in war. The Admiral was often there, hurrying lazy workmen. Every day two or three hundred seamen carried timber and other building materials and furniture to Longwood. Although Napoleon was in no hurry to go there indeed, he did not wish to go there at all he watched the workmen with great interest, as he observed them climbing up the heights between Longwood and The Briars. He would really have preferred to make The Briars his home, and he tried to get the Government to buy it for him, but for reasons, perhaps political, this could not be accom- plished. Longwood, in situation, was bleak and unshaded, and so exposed that it was not likely he could ever have a garden such as that at The Briars. Water had to be brought from a distance of three miles, and the houses that were to be remodelled for the French were known to be damp and unhealthy. The farmhouses w r hich Napoleon was to occupy were very plain and have even been called a 98 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR collection of huts. The expenditure of much money could not make the place really com- fortable. Napoleon had now been on the island nearly three months. No longer was he re- garded by any one with dread, at least by any one who had come under his immediate influence. By the Balcombe family he was esteemed an amiable friend. They had had the chance to see him under all kinds of conditions, and if they did not regard him as exactly perfect, their feeling for him was one not only of great sympathy but respect. As the time for his departure approached he came more often to the drawing-room at The Briars. "Ah," he said, half sadly, to the family, "I would rather stay here than go to Long- wood. I could never have imagined it possible to be happy on such a horrible rock as St. Helena." One day General Bertrand, coming over from Longwood, told Napoleon the house smelled so of paint that it was not fit for him at present. All Napoleon's friends knew his great dislike for unpleasant odors, OFF FOR LONGWOOD 99 and that paint was especially disagreeable to him. When the Emperor heard this report of the condition of Longwood, his rage almost choked him. He walked up and down the lawn, ges- ticulating wildly. "I will not live in a house that smells of paint. It is most horrible. I will send to the Admiral and refuse to go." Betsy had hardly ever seen him display such temper as he now showed, declaiming against the lack of consideration shown by the Gov- ernor. This excitement was a result probably of his general dislike for his new home. Al- though first interested in the workmen, toward the end he began to complain of the fifes and drums with which the soldier workmen urged themselves on as they wound their way up the hill. He had disliked Longwood from the day when he had first seen it, just after his arrival on the island, and what he heard about it had not changed his opinion. No fam- ily, it was said, had ever lived there longer than a few months, so unwholesome was its climate. This came from the situation of the place a plain on the top of a mountain, 100 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR eighteen hundred feet high. It was on the windward side of the island, and only for a month or six weeks in the year was the weather pleasant. For three or four weeks it had the sun directly overhead; the rest of the year was wet and disagreeable. In the course of a single day there could be extreme changes of heat and cold. At last the day of departure came. Sir George Cockburn and all the Emperor's suite, some of whom lived at a distance from The Briars, came over to escort him. The younger members of the family stood around the house, showing their sadness very plainly. "You must not cry, Mdlle. Betsee," said Napoleon kindly. :< You must come to see me next week, and very often." "Oh, yes, I want to, but that will depend on my father." Then Napoleon turned to Mr. Balcombe. "Balcombe, you must bring Misses Jane and Betsee next week to see me, eh ? When will you ride up to Longwood ? " "Indeed, I will bring them soon," responded Mr. Balcombe. "But where is your mother?" added the OFF FOR LONGWOOD 101 Emperor, casting his eye over the group that had gathered to bid him good-bye. "She sent her kind regards to you," replied Betsy, "but is sorry that she is not well enough to come down." "Then I will go up to her;" and Napoleon impulsively ran upstairs before word could be given of his approach. When Napoleon entered her room, Mrs. Balcombe was lying down. The girls, who had followed him, saw him sit down on the edge of her bed as he thanked her very warmly for all her attention to him. "I should have preferred to stay at The Briars. I am sorry to go to Longwood," he said; and then he handed a little package to her, saying, "Now please give this to your husband as a mark of my friendship." "This " proved to be a beautiful gold snuffbox. As he turned to leave the room, Napoleon saw the red-eyed Betsy standing near the door. "Here, my dear," he said, putting some- thing in her hand, "you can give this as a gage d? amour to petit Las Cases." Betsy had no heart now to reply to a jest 102 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR that ordinarily would have brought out a spirited reply. But with the beautiful bon- bonniere in her hand, she ran out of the room and took a post at a window where she could see Napoleon. Her tears continued to flow and she found that she could not bear to look longer at the departing Emperor. At last she had to run to her own room, where, throwing herself on a bed, she wept bitterly for a long time. It was true, as Betsy knew, that Longwood was not so very far from The Briars, and that it was not likely that she would be restrained from going there sometimes. Yet in spite of this knowledge the little girl realized that she had lost a great deal by the departure of the Emperor from her father's house. Friends, and enemies too, of Napoleon in Europe would have been amazed at that moment to know that the man who so short a time before had been dreaded as the com- mander of one of the world's greatest armies, was now bewailed by a little girl as a lost playmate, for as playmate and friend Betsy had certainly come to regard him, and she OFF FOR LONGWOOD 103 regretted his removal to Longwood, not only because it was farther away, but because he was likely to be hedged in with a greater ceremony that might prevent her from seeing much of him. Mr. Balcombe went with Napoleon to Longwood, and when he returned the girls asked eagerly how the Emperor liked the new residence. "He seemed out of spirits. He went soon to his own room and shut himself in;" and at this report they sympathized with his loneliness. Betsy and Jane, fortunately, were not to be shut off altogether from their friend. Their father was purveyor to the Emperor, and this meant that he had a general order to visit Longwood and could take his daughters with him. Thus it happened that hardly a week passed without their going there to call, to their own great delight as well as to the satisfaction of Napoleon, who never tired of them. Usually their visits were so timed that they could breakfast with the Emperor at one, and for the most part they found him much the 104 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR same as he had been at The Briars. After a while, however, they could not help noticing that he was less cheerful than formerly. About a week after his departure, Betsy and her mother and sister made their first visit to Longwood to call on the Emperor. "Ah, there he is," Betsy cried; and looking ahead, they saw him seated on the steps of the billiard-room, talking to little Tristram Montholon. The moment Napoleon caught sight of them, he hastened toward them. Sa- luting them pleasantly, he kissed Mrs. Bal- combe and Jane on each cheek, while he pinched Betsy's ear, as he said: "Ah, Mdlle. Betsee, etes-vous sage, eh, eh ? " Then, with the eagerness of a boy anxious to display a new toy, he added, "What do you think of the place ? I must show you over it. Come, follow me!" So the Emperor walked ahead of Mrs. Bal- combe and her daughters, leading them first to his bedroom. Betsy thought this room small and cheerless, though she did not say so to Napoleon. As she looked about she observed that the walls were covered with fluted nankeen, that OFF FOR LONGWOOD 105 on the wall were many family pictures that she recognized, while the bed was the well- known camp bed with the green silk hangings, the bed Napoleon had used in his Marengo and Austerlitz campaigns. There, on one side, was the silver wash-hand basin and ewer, and on the mantelpiece over the bed was a portrait of Maria Louisa, so placed as to be the first thing to meet Napoleon's eye when he awoke in the morning. Off the bedroom was a small chamber with a bath that he showed to them. A dressing-room, dining-room, billiard and drawing room made up the Emperor's own special suite. The billiard-room, which had been built according to Sir George Cockburn's orders, was large and well propor- tioned. It was the best apartment in the house, and the girls expressed their admira- tion for it, although Betsy, when her eye fell on the billiard table and balls, thought the game a foolish one for men to play. "Now to the kitchen!" Napoleon exclaimed, at last. "M. Piron will be so pleased. Aha, Piron, here is Mees Betsee; you know how she loves creams. Send her some and some bonbons. See, regardez, mademoiselle, voila 106 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR un mouton pour mon diner, dont on fait une lanterne" pointing to the lean carcass of a sheep hanging up in the kitchen, in which the French servants had placed a candle which shone through. "But I know," he con- tinued, "you are dying to see the baby;" and the sisters went with him to Madame Montho- lon's apartment to see her six-weeks-old girl. Napoleon took his little god-daughter in his arms. "Oh, you will let it fall!" cried Betsy as he dandled it clumsily. "No, no! See, it will let me do anything with it;" and he pinched little Lili's nose and chin until she cried. 'You do not know how to hold a baby," protested Betsy. " But I ought to know," responded Napoleon with a twinkle of amusement in his eye. "Often and often I have nursed the King of Rome when he was younger than Lili." After leaving the baby and Madame Mon- tholon, the little girls went with Napoleon to the garden outside. "It is not like The Briars," the Emperor said, shaking his head sadly. OFF FOR LONGWOOD 107 "I should say not;" and Betsy looked from the bare surroundings of the house to the rugged mountain near by with its scraggly vegetation of wild samphire, prickly pears and aloes, its iron-covered rocks, with sharp cliffs and mysterious caves overshadowing the house. Napoleon's momentary sadness may have come from his casual allusion to his son, the little King of Rome, the child whom he was never to see again. Those who observed him when any allusion was made to his child were always sure that Napoleon's heart held great fatherly affection. Once when he had been a trifle downcast, Dr. O'Meara told him an anecdote he had heard about the child. Im- mediately Napoleon smiled with great anima- tion and his face brightened. At other times when the conversation turned on the child, he grew perceptibly sadder. His love for his own child made Napoleon undoubtedly more interested in all children, and he was never ashamed, as some men are, to show this interest in the children of his friends. This first visit to Longwood was in every 108 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR way delightful to the sisters, not only because there was much to see that was new to them in the arrangement of the house and grounds, but because they found the Emperor in one of his most boyish moods. "Now, ladies," he said, as the time for their return approached, "send your horses off. They can meet you at Hutsgate, and I will take a drive with you, if you will honor my jaunting car." Hutsgate was the residence of Madame Bertrand, where Mrs. Balcombe and her daughters intended to call before returning to The Briars. : 'Yes," answered Betsy after a moment's hesitation, "we will drive with you." She was not fond of driving, but did not dare to expose her timidity to the ridicule of the Emperor. Hardly, however, had they started off when she felt that her fears were justified. The daring Archambaud was their charioteer, and he drove three unbroken Cape horses abreast. "This is the most dangerous road for driv- ing on the island. No wonder they call it the Devil's Punchbowl," cried poor Betsy. As she spoke, the carriage seemed to be tipping OFF FOR LONGWOOD 109 over the edge of the declivity. Those nearer the edge were in mortal terror, and the others looked as if they would be crushed against the huge rock. "You are not frightened, are you, Mees Betsee ? " asked Napoleon mischievously. " Of course it is a narrow road; 1 only hope the horses are not running away. They seem rather wild." Thankful enough was Betsy to arrive at Madame Bertrand's without accident, and when she started for home she was more than eager to mount her own quiet pony, Tom. She was not fond of driving over the danger- ous roads, and for a jaunting car she had a special dislike. Napoleon, knowing this, could not resist the opportunity to tease her. Betsy, indeed, was not the only one whom he liked to terrify by getting Archambaud to display his reckless driving. It seemed, indeed, as if his guest, as well as the Emperor, always took his life in his hands when driving in the jaunt- ing car. On a second visit not long after the first, when Betsy and Jane arrived at Longwood, they found the Emperor firing at a target. 110 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR He put the pistol in Betsy's hands, saying. "Ah, la Petite Tirailleuse, I will form a com- pany of sharpshooters and you shall be captain." A little later he took her to the billiard- room and showed her the billiard table. "It is a silly game for men," she said in her positive way, "too much like marbles. I wouldn't play it." "Oh, do try," urged the Emperor; but wil- ful Betsy replied only by aiming the ball at his fingers, as he rested his hand on the board. Later, however, the sisters learned to play the game, and at the billiard table they passed many an hour. Napoleon himself taught Betsy how to handle a cue, but, when tired of the lesson, she would often aim at his fingers, and she was always delighted when a well-directed shot made him cry out. The visits of Betsy and her sisters gave pleasure to the fallen great man; still, as time went on, they could not help noticing that he was less and less buoyant. In their presence he tried to lay aside his troubles, and con- tinued unfailingly kind. OFF FOR LONGWOOD 111 He and the new Governor, Sir Hudson Lowe, were always at swords' points, and this wore on his spirits. Moreover, the health of Napo- leon was impaired, and as he realized this he grew more and more gloomy. Sir Hudson Lowe was very particular that the passes issued for visitors should be used only as they had been made out. One day Betsy went to Longwood with a pass that prescribed a visit to General Ber- trand. But when Betsy, wandering about, caught sight of Napoleon in the billiard- room, she could not resist the temptation of playing a game with him. Her father vainly tried to remonstrate with her. Far from listen- ing to him, she bounded off. Instead of playing billiards, however, Na- poleon asked her to read to him from a book that he had lately received from England. It was by Dr. Warden, surgeon of the Northum- berland, describing in English Napoleon's voy- age to St. Helena. Napoleon had not made great headway in reading English, and Betsy went through several chapters with him, turn- ing them into her French that he might better understand. 112 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Napoleon listened attentively to her reading. "Dr. Warden's word is a very true one," he said. Betsy finished her stay at Longwood this day by remaining awhile with Madame Bertrand. The news of Betsy's visit to Napoleon with- out the requisite permission reached the Gov- ernor's ears; and Mr. Balcombe was severely reproved. In fact, he nearly lost his position. The Governor from the first insisted that Mr. Balcombe always acted in the interest of Na- poleon, and hence, as he viewed it in his narrow-mindedness, against the interests of the English Government. Thus we can see that Napoleon's young neighbor was wrong in doing things that drew on her father the Governor's reproof. "My dears," said Mr. Balcombe one morn- ing, "I am going to Longwood to-morrow, and the Emperor has expressly asked me to bring you. He has something curious to show you." "What can it be?" the girls asked each other. This special invitation, promising a special pleasure, made them eager to start when the next morning came. OFF FOR LONGWOOD 113 When they reached Longwood with their father they found Napoleon examining a machine whose use they could guess. " Come, come, young ladies," the great man cried, when he caught sight of them, "come see me make ice. You have not been here for a long time, Mees Betsy, what is the matter ? " "I have been ill, a sunstroke." "Oh, I am sorry! What foolish thing did you do?" "Oh, Jane and I walked with Captain M. to call on Mrs. Wilks. We went over the mountain, two thousand feet, and also across Francis Plain, and down into the valley, up the mountain ridges. Napoleon expressed his astonishment at the extent of their walk. 'Yes, we were nearly dead when we reached Plantation House, but the Lady Governess and her daughter there were so kind, and at noon we went to Fairyland." When Betsy had told her story, Napoleon explained the air-pumps and the process of ice-making. He was evidently proud of his own proficiency. "Now, Mr. Balcombe, get an elementary 114 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR chemistry for Miss Betsy and make her study every day, and the good O'Meara shall be her examiner." While he talked Napoleon was watching the machine. "Do try my ice," he exclaimed at last, when he had a cupful. "Here, Mees Betsee, take this!" and he put a large piece in her mouth. "Oh, Mees Betsee, why make such faces ? " This was the first ice that had ever been seen on the island, and those who had never been off St. Helena were naturally amazed when it was shown to them. "It can't be frozen water," exclaimed Miss de F., a young St. Helena lady who had ac- companied the Balcombes on this visit to Longwood; and she had to hold a piece in her hand before she believed it. Then she gave a little scream. The glassy substance was so cold at first that she was ready to drop it. A moment later when it began to melt and the water streamed down her fingers, she realized that she had actually seen a very strange thing, the turning of water into ice by artificial means. OFF FOR LONGWOOD 115 Betsy long remembered the day when she had first seen the wonderful ice machine, and perhaps her remembrance of it was intensified because on that same morning Napoleon per- mitted her to cut from his coat an embroidered bugle, and the coat was the one he had worn at Waterloo. Napoleon himself was as pleased as a child with the ice machine, and to more than one person expressed his regret that he had not had it in Egypt, where its use would have saved the lives of many suffering soldiers. CHAPTER VIII THE GOVERNOR'S RULES AFTER Napoleon had been at St. Helena a few months, newspapers from Eng- land began to arrive with narratives of many of the happenings at The Briars. One journal contained a letter from the Marquis de Montchenu, describing all the romping games at The Briars, such as the game of blindman's buff, the sword scare, and other things in which the children had taken part. Special comments were made on the man- ners of Betsy, and the writer said, "She is the wildest little girl I have ever met; she seems folle." This letter had been translated into French and German journals, so that Betsy Balcombe's name was now widely known. Mr. Balcombe was greatly enraged by this letter, and wished to call the Marquis to account for his ill nature, but Mrs. Balcombe THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 117 persuaded him to desist from extreme meas- ures, and in the end the Marquis himself made an apology. Napoleon found some amusement in Betsy's fierce anger against the critical French- man. One day Dr. O'Meara called at The Briars, on the way to St. James Valley, with a message from Napoleon to tell Betsy how she could revenge herself on the tale- bearer. The Marquis, a noble of the old school, was in the habit of wearing an elaborate wig with a long cue. "Mees Betsy, if you will burn off the cue with caustic, I will reward you with the pret- tiest fan in Solomon's shop, if you will send the pigtail to me," suggested Napoleon to Betsy as a plan of revenge. "Eh, bien" said the Emperor, when next he saw Betsy, "Mdlle. Betsy, as tu obei mes ordres et gagne Veventail ?" [" Have you obeyed my orders and won the fan ? "] "Oh, sire, how I wanted to do it, but my brother would not let me!" "Ah, Mees Betsy," and Napoleon pinched her ear, "tu commences a etre sage. Here, 118 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR O'Meara, have you brought the fan I prom- ised Miss Betsy?" "No, sire, there were none pretty enough for her in Solomon's shop." Betsy's face grew serious. "Do not look sad," expostulated Napoleon. 'You shall have something prettier than a fan;" and Betsy, comprehending, wondered what the present would be that he evidently intended to give her. In a few days a package came to The Briars, addressed to Betsy. Opening it, she saw a ring of brilliants, forming the letter N, surmounted by a small eagle. This was a wonderful gift for a little girl, and at first she could hardly believe that it was for her. Later she found there was no mistake. It was really hers, and she kept it always. Although Betsy was not permitted to carry out Napoleon's proposed plan of revenge on the tale-telling Marquis, she expressed her feelings in a way of her own by relating to Napoleon an anecdote about him. "The Marquis," she said, "is extremely fond of cauliflower, a vegetable that is very THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 119 hard to get here on the island. Well, the other day, he dined with us and we had the most delicious cauliflower. Somehow he didn't see it until it was being removed and then he cried to his aide-de-camp, who had neglected to point it out, 'Bete, pourquoi-ne m'a tu pas dit qu'il-y-avait des choux fleurs ? ' [' Idiot, why didn't you tell me that there was cauliflower ? '] Now, wasn't he greedy?" asked Betsy, glad enough to have a story to tell that placed the Marquis at a disadvantage. The Marquis de Montchenu, for whom Betsy had professed this dislike, was one of the three Commissioners sent by the Allied Powers to keep watch on Napoleon. The other two were the Baron Sturmer, representing Austria, and Count Balmain, sent by Russia. While England provided the prison and jailer for Napoleon, these Commissioners were asked to observe everything and report to their re- spective countries. France and Austria had ordered their Commissioners to see Napoleon in their official capacity every day in order to assure themselves that he was actually alive. Baron Balmain was instructed by Russia neither to seek nor avoid an occasion to see 120 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR him. To describe the vain efforts of the French and Austrian Commissioners to see Napoleon would make an entertaining story. Napoleon's orders to his household were not to admit any one presenting a pass from the British authorities. But as Sir Hudson Lowe would permit no one to go to Longwood without a pass from him. those who wished to see Na- poleon were in a dilemma. Things were not bettered when Napoleon wrote Sir Hudson Lowe, desiring him not to present any one to him, as in future he would receive no visitors. He acted as if he thought it his duty to shut himself up, in order that public opinion might be turned against the narrow-mindedness of the Governor. After this few of the people of St. Helena tried to call on him. From delicacy of feeling, or because they feared his anger, civilians and military residents avoided Longwood. Only the two Commissioners and the resident Eng- lish officer made an effort to see him daily, and their efforts, merely to get a glance at him through window or door, were most absurd. The officer sometimes saw him, but the Com- missioners never had the privilege. The Mar- THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 121 quis de Montchenu beheld him at last only when he lay dead. Baron Sturmer and Baron Balmain left St. Helena while Napoleon was still alive without having met him. As to Betsy Balcombe, though she had her own opinion, on account of her father's posi- tion she could not express herself strongly about Sir Hudson Lowe. "Has any one run away with a favorite robe de bal, or is the pet black nurse, old Sarah, dead?" asked Napoleon one day, de- tecting a serious look on Betsy's face. "What can have occurred?" Betsy's face did not brighten. "I am feeling very sad," she said, "because Mrs. Wilks,our kind Lady-Governess, has gone away. Every one was at the boat to see her go, and at the castle. It was like a funeral, no one with a dry eye, and all saying, 'God bless you, and a safe and happy voyage home.' ' Betsy paused for a moment, then continued : "Then they all followed the Governor and his family to the barge that was to take them to Havana, and groups of grief-stricken ladies wandered under the peepul trees of Sisters' Walk, watching the vessel." 122 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Did you cry too?" asked Napoleon. "Indeed I did." "I regret," added Napoleon, "that I had not known the Lady- Governess; she must have been so amiable." Napoleon, as well as Betsy, probably realized that but for his coming the people of St. Helena might have retained their popular Gov- ernor, Mark Wilks. Before the arrival of Na- poleon, the Governor of St. Helena was paid by the East India Company, though appointed by the Crown; but with so important a per- sonage as Napoleon held there in captivity, it seemed wisest that full responsibility for him should be laid on the English Govern- ment. It was therefore decided, as we have before seen, that as soon as possible a Gov- ernor of higher rank should be sent out in place of Governor Wilks. The change at this time seemed unfortunate for the people of St. Helena. In Governor Wilks they had found an officer who had their interests more at heart than any preceding Governor. Could he have been Napoleon's custodian, the Emperor's exile would have been very much happier than it was with Sir Hudson Lowe in charge. THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 123 Betsy, like all who came in contact with Napoleon, sympathized deeply with his an- noyance at the restrictions imposed on him by Sir Hudson Lowe. The story of the dis- cussion between Napoleon's friends and the supporters of the Governor would be a long one to tell, but the fact remains, when all is said in Sir Hudson Lowe's favor, that he was far too narrow-minded for the important posi- tion that he held. Sir Hudson Lowe was a brave man and had served honorably in many wars, but the responsibility of guarding the fallen Emperor was too great for him, and his behavior toward the exile was in every way unfortunate. Napoleon had been on the island just six months when Sir Hudson Lowe arrived. From the first he seemed possessed by the idea that Napoleon was constantly watching for some chance to escape. To those nearest Napoleon at St. Helena, the Governor's fears that he might escape seemed absurd. From the island posts approaching ships were seen twenty-four leagues off. Two ships of war were always cruising to windward and leeward. Only guard-boats were allowed out at night. All 124 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR fishing boats were numbered and had to anchor every evening at sunset under the supervision of a lieutenant of the navy. No foreign vessels were permitted to anchor unless under great distress, and then no one from them could land until an officer and a party from the British ships went on board to take charge while they stayed. If he had cared to try flight, Napoleon could hardly have made his escape. In the very beginning, when Lord Bathurst issued instructions for the custody of Napoleon, he expressed the earnest desire of the Prince Regent that no greater personal restraint might be employed than was necessary to make sure that Napoleon was securely held on the island. Sir Hudson Lowe, however, in carrying out the instructions of the British Government, in- terpreted them as meaning that he should have constant information about all Napoleon's doings. To accomplish this was, of course, impossible, and his vain efforts made him the laughing-stock of the English as well as the French. In his very first interview with Na- poleon the new Governor managed to offend him seriously, and Napoleon after this was so THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 125 unwilling to see him that the two met only five times more during the five years that in- tervened until Napoleon's death; and these five interviews were all within the first three months after Sir Hudson. Lowe's arrival. Under the most favorable conditions Sir Hudson Lowe could hardly have been popular with the islanders themselves. Governor Wilks, his predecessor, had been unusually loved, and his charming wife and daughter had a firm hold on the affections of all the people of St. Helena. Betsy, as we have seen, was extremely fond of Mrs. Wilks, whom she called the "Lady-Governess," and she had a young girl's admiration for the beautiful Miss Wilks, whose praises she continually sang to Napoleon. One day, not long before Miss Wilks left the island, Napoleon showed Betsy a portrait that General Gorgaud had drawn from memory of Miss Wilks, saying, "You think Miss Wilks beautiful. Gorgaud thinks so too, and this is his portrait from memory." "Ah," replied Betsy, gazing at the portrait, "she is far more beautiful; and she is so clever and amiable." :< You are certainly enthusiastic, and I quite 126 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR long to see her," responded Napoleon, evi- dently appreciative of Betsy's enthusiasm for her friend. During the first months of Napoleon's exile, Colonel Wilks continued to act as Governor, but the direct custody of Napoleon was the business of Sir George Cockburn, who had brought the illustrious prisoner on the Nor- thumberland from England. Not long after Napoleon went to Longwood an amusing in- cident happened, resulting from the panic of Captain Poppleton, the orderly officer whose duty it was to guard Napoleon on his rides. The two sisters were sitting at dinner, with their father and Admiral Cockburn. "See," cried Betsy to Jane, "here comes Captain Poppleton, looking as if he had lost his wits. Why is he alone ? Don't you re- member that he set out with the Emperor and Generals Bertrand, Montholon, and Gor- gaud?" "But you wouldn't expect them all to march in, when we have company, too," whispered Jane, looking toward the end of the table where her father was talking with his especial guest, the Admiral, Sir George Cockburn. THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 127 Before the girls could speculate further, Captain Poppleton broke out excitedly: "Oh, sir, I have lost the Emperor." All looked up, but the Admiral, whom Captain Poppleton addressed, did not change expression as the officer continued: "We were riding along one of the paths on the side of the mountain, when suddenly the Emperor turned short around to the left and almost flew up the mountain. None of the generals accompanied him. I started, but I could not follow. My horse woud not take the steep ascent. So I came back to you. If there is a plot - "Nonsense!" cried the Admiral, and his tone was echoed by Mr. Balcombe. It was natural that Captain Poppleton should feel alarm at the sudden disappearance. But the Admiral was made of sterner stuff. "Go back to Longwood," he said quietly to the officer. "You will find Napoleon there." This proved to be the case, for when he reached Longwood the Emperor was at din- ner, and he laughed at poor Captain Poppleton for his fears. If Betsy had ventured to express herself 128 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR regarding the trouble between Sir Hudson Lowe and the Emperor in this, she certainly would not have favored the former. "What do you really think," she asked her father one day, "about this quarrel between the Governor and the Emperor?" Mr. Balcombe very properly, as an officer of the Government, was not inclined to give a direct reply. But Betsy understood him, when he said: "Their disputes are generally on subjects so trivial that they hardly seem worth quar- relling about." But she realized that to Napoleon these disputes were not trivial when she came upon him one day reading an English book. Look- ing at it, as he held it before her, she saw that it was a copy of "./Esop's Fables," a book that in a translation children often use to improve their knowledge of French. The page was open at "The Sick Lion." This is the famous account of the lion that, when lying sick, receives visits from many other animals who, instead of sympathizing, exult over his downfall. The lion makes no complaint until a donkey kicks him in the THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 129 face. "I could have borne anything but this," he said. As Betsy looked at the open page, Napoleon, pointing to the woodcut, said, "It is myself and your Governor." His expression showed the depth of his feeling on the subject. In little ways Betsy was disappointed by the regulations made for Napoleon by Sir Hudson Lowe. She was exceedingly anxious, for example, that Napoleon should see a huge boa constrictor that a captain of an incoming vessel had brought to the island. "It is a most wonderful creature," she said, as she described it to the Emperor. "They put a live goat into its cage, and I really believe that it swallowed it whole, for I could see the poor thing's horns poking almost through the boa constrictor's skin." The Emperor smiled as Betsy told her tale. 'Your boa constrictor sounds like the Marquis de Montchenu, or, rather, the latter, from the amount of food I have heard he consumes, must resemble a boa constrictor." "He really does," responded Betsy. "Oh, I wish you could see him not the Marquis, but the boa constrictor." 130 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "I should like to see it; I will ask them to have it brought here to me." As Betsy herself also desired this, she was naturally disappointed when those in authority decided that the boa constrictor could not be shown to Napoleon. Napoleon was not the only one on the island affected by the many regulations made for his safety in the matter of sentries. The question of passes, always troublesome to visitors, and the fact that after the sunset gun had been fired no one could pass the sentries without giving the countersign, were annoy- ances to all on the island. Once Betsy herself had an experience that was far from agreeable, although she was not the only one to suffer, as the incident concerned many others. As might be supposed, picnics were a fa- vorite form of diversion with the people of St. Helena, and they were particularly delight- ful when, as usually happened, young and old took part in them. One day there was a large picnic near the celebrated Friar's Valley. The Balcombes and all their friends were to go to it. The day proved pleasant fortunately, for THE GOVERNOR'S RULES 131 the journey was difficult. After amusing them- selves for hours, the party was at last sur- prised to hear the sunset gun from Ladder Hill. They found that none of the party had the countersign for the night, and they knew that if they ventured forth without it they would be made prisoners. This was one of the many strict rules made by the Governor to prevent the mishap of helpers coming to Napoleon after dark. At last some of them decided that it was better to make an effort to reach home rather than spend the night outdoors. Betsy and her parents were among those who ventured to go toward home. It was a starlight night, but the road was bad. Mr. Balcombe at last hailed a light. " Who goes there ? " cried the sentry. "A friend." "Advance, friend, and give the counter- sign." Now this was just what none of the party could do, and as protests were useless, they all had to spend the night in the guard-room, where they were half eaten by fleas, mosqui- toes, and other insects. Those who had stayed on the picnic grounds laughed well at the more venturous who had gone ahead. Napoleon, when he heard the story, was highly diverted, pleased to have so good a chance to blame the Government. CHAPTER IX ALL KINDS OF FUN ANY one who had looked in on the sisters one day would have seen that they were greatly excited. Just at this time they were visiting Madame Bertrand, and during their stay a ball was to be given. Plans that promised much pleasure for them had been made. They were to dine with the Emperor, and then go on to Deadwood in his carriage. "Don't jerk so, please," cried Betsy, while the maid was arranging her hair. "But you must have this Chinese coiffure, if you are going to the ball. You would not wish to go looking like a little girl." " Oh, no," responded Betsy faintly, inwardly rebellious, as her hair was jerked and strained on top of her head. She was willing to bear pain for the sake of appearing well, but when she looked in the glass she thought that she 134 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR had never seen anything so hideous as the coiffure that the maid had arranged with such care. She no longer desired to appear like a young lady. Her hair had been drawn back so tight that her eyes were fairly starting from the socket. Had there been time she would have pulled the coiffure down, and indeed she was ready to cry with vexation, but she did not really dare to disarrange it now, for she dreaded the Emperor's ridicule. How he would laugh at the funny Chinese coiffure! In a few minutes she was to appear before him. To her great surprise, when she and her sister entered the dining-room, the Emperor spared her, saying only: "Mees Betsy, this is the only time I have ever seen you look really neat; but I don't like your frock. What is the matter ? " Poor Betsy! She was almost upset by the Emperor's tone. She looked at him closely, and decided that he meant just what he said. She had thought her little frock so pretty. Now, what could be the matter with it ? The Emperor understood her look of in- quiry and answered in words. ALL KINDS OF FUN 135 "It is too short," he said. 'You must have it made long before the ball.'* He was certainly in earnest, and the young girl was really troubled. "But I cannot do anything to it," she protested; "there is not time." "Oh, but no one will wish to dance with you." "It isn't as bad as that!" "But it is." Betsy knew that Napoleon meant what he said. He knew more about balls and ball- gowns than any young girl on the island. Indeed, if his criticism had not been based on his knowledge of the customs of the modish world, Betsy would still have been inclined to trust to his judgment; for though at times she seemed to trifle with his wishes, in her heart she was always ready to please him. So now, as sensitive as any more conven- tional girl to the impression she might make at a ball, Betsy ran off to find Josephine, the maid. Josephine shook her head when Betsy first told her tale of woe, but at last she consented to remedy the defect by lengthening the frock. 136 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR There was but one thing to do, and conse- quently some of the tucks were let down. Neither Betsy nor the maid was proud of the result of their efforts. The effect was not good, and Betsy had to take what consolation she could from the fact that she had obeyed Napoleon. A dinner with the Emperor was always de- lightful to Betsy and Jane, and this one was no exception. When it was over the Emperor rose abruptly and all went with him to the drawing-room. There the delectable coffee for which Le Page was famous was brought in, and Betsy, feeling more grown up than ever, drank a cup into which, disdaining tongs, she dropped a lump of sugar. Soon the carriage was announced, and all set out, Madame Bertrand ahead, carrying her baby, next little Arthur, then Mrs. Bal- combe, and finally Betsy and Jane and General Gorgaud. When the signal was given, the spirited Cape steeds tore away, dashing from side to side, while Madame Bertrand screamed loudly to Archambaud to stop, though without avail, until the carriage ran into a gumwood tree. ALL KINDS OF FUN 137 Except for the shaking up and the fright, none of the party was injured, and when the door was opened all scrambled hastily out. Nothing would induce them to intrust them- selves again to the carriage and the reckless Archambaud, and though the rain was falling heavily they preferred to walk over the muddy road to Dead wood. They had nearly a mile to go, and it was especially hard for Madame Bertrand, whose baby would not be carried. Betsy, though she knew that she herself probably looked equally absurd, could not help laughing when she saw Madame Bertrand ar- rayed in one of Mrs. Balcombe's dresses, half a yard too short and small in every way, which she had to borrow while her own clothes were drying. But the ball itself was pleasant and all felt repaid for going, even though they had to walk home in the mist. The next morning, as ever, Betsy was the victim of Napoleon's raillery. " So you had a good time last evening, Mees Betsy. I hear you danced very well and looked well, and might have been Baroness Stunner's younger sister, you looked so much like her." 138 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR This compliment pleased Betsy mightily, as doubtless Napoleon realized, for the little English girl thought Baroness Sturmer, wife of the Austrian Commissioner, the prettiest woman she had ever seen. Not long after breakfast the visitors from The Briars and several from Longwood went to the town and to the Newcastle in the bay, on board of which Sir Pultney and Lady Malcom were to give a breakfast in honor of Lord Amherst. When next the sisters visited Longwood, "Ah, Mees Betsee," cried Napoleon, "I have heard great stories of you. You locked up little Miss P. the other day, while the other ladies were being shipped over the side of the frigate to return to shore. When they missed her Captain G. had to go back to rescue her." As Betsy did not deny this charge, Napo- leon, turning to her father, exclaimed : "Balcombe, you must set her a task." "Indeed I must," responded Betsy's father gravely. "But I have been punished enough," pro- tested Betsy. "Lady Lowe scolded me, too, ALL KINDS OF FUN 139 and desired me to use my reason and not to be childish. I wondered at her lack of per- ception in giving me credit for what I never possessed. But I did admire Lord Amherst," she added, a few minutes later. "He must be a very fascinating man," responded Napoleon, "so to have impressed your youthful fancy." The kindness that Madame Montholon showed Betsy in allowing her maid to arrange the young girl's hair in a style suitable for a ball, an undoubted kindness in spite of the discomfort it produced, was in a line with many other things that she and Madame Ber- trand did for the Balcombe girls. Madame Bertrand was particularly fond of Betsy and often invited her to her house. She advised her about her studies and, to a certain extent, supervised some of them. Madame Bertrand had many accomplishments, some of which she tried to impart to Betsy. Singing was one of them, and under her instruction Betsy made considerable progress. Napoleon sometimes listened to their little concerts in the drawing- room at Longwood. One evening when Betsy was to sing a part from "Les Styriens," the 140 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR piano was so out of tune that Napoleon was greatly distressed. He at once sent for Mr. Guiness, the bandmaster of the General Kid, then in St. James's Harbor, the only man at hand who could properly tune it, and was naturally annoyed when the Governor expressed his unwillingness to have Mr. Guiness come. Of all those who accompanied Napoleon to St. Helena, Madame Bertrand had made, perhaps, the greatest sacrifices. She was born in Martinique and was partly of Irish descent, through her father, whose name was Dillon. In spite of her warm devotion to Napoleon, she almost went out of her mind when she heard that he was doomed to imprisonment in St. Helena and that her husband would follow him. Later, however, she became re- signed and did not try to dissuade her husband from accompanying the fallen Emperor. Un- doubtedly she thought of her children and all that they would lose in living so far from France, but when they were at last in their new home she bore inconveniences patiently and tried in every way to make life pleasant for those around her. "Come," said Napoleon one day when ALL KINDS OF FUN 141 Betsy was wandering around the Longwood grounds, "come, and I will show you some pretty toys." Following the Emperor to the billiard-room, she saw upon the table some gorgeously carved chessmen sent to him by Mr. Elphinstone. Each piece was perfect. The castles, sur- mounting lifelike elephants, were filled with warriors discharging arrows. The knights, cased in armor, were on beautifully capari- soned horses. The mitred bishops were in flowing robes, and the pawns each represented a man of a different nation. The carving was wonderful. Such work had never before left China, and Betsy saw that Napoleon was as pleased as a child with a new plaything. "I have just finished a game of chess with Lady Malcom," he said, "and she has beaten me because I paid more attention to the men than the game." Besides the chessmen Mr. Elphinstone had sent workboxes and card counters with the various tradespeople of China minutely carved on them. Betsy's interest in these beautiful things was increased by hearing how Mr. Elphinstone 142 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR happened to think of sending gifts to Napoleon. He wished to show his gratitude for Napoleon's kindness to his brother, severely wounded on the field of Waterloo. Napoleon, it seems, per- ceiving the wounded man and hearing that he was faint from loss of blood, sent to him a goblet of wine from his own canteen. "The chessmen are too pretty for St. Helena," said Napoleon; "I must send them to the King of Rome." Among Mr. Elphinstone's presents, Napo- leon showed Betsy a superb ivory tea-chest, which when opened showed a perfect model of the city of Canton. Beneath it were pack- ages of fine tea, done up in fantastic shapes. "Ah," said Napoleon, turning to Betsy, "this reminds me that when I was Emperor I did not permit any tea in my dominion, except that grown in Switzerland. No one could tell the difference from the Chinese tea. I also cultivated the beet-root to make sugar, instead of depending on foreign goods." Napoleon was probably no less pleased with the chessmen because each piece had a small eagle carved on it. When Sir Hudson Lowe heard of the eagles he regretted that they had ALL KINDS OF FUN 143 escaped his notice, and that he had given permission for the gifts to be received at Longwood. Among the Emperor's treasures were many rare coins and seals which he often permitted his little neighbor to handle and examine. Yet even while she appreciated this special privilege, Betsy could not let her sense of obligation entirely suppress her love of mis- chief. Once, for instance, when Betsy approached a table at which Napoleon was seated, the little girl, unperceived by him, saw that he was in the act of sealing a letter with one of his precious seals. The temptation was too strong to resist, and she surprised Napoleon by joggling his arm. This sudden movement caused a drop of hot sealing wax to fall on his hand, and as a blister was the result, the pain for the moment must have been extreme. Nevertheless, Napoleon said hardly a word of reproof, and his patience was so remarkable that Betsy immediately apologized for her mischief. Yet it was not unusual for Napoleon to show patience when teased. In all his sports 144 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR with the children, even when they took liber- ties that their parents would have disapproved, Betsy never saw him show any temper. He never fell back on his rank or age, but always professed to be one of themselves, a good comrade, claiming only for his own part the right to tease them when he chose. What wonder that Las Cases, the dignified Chamberlain, sometimes stood aghast at the merry pranks shared by his illustrious master and his young friends; but even with the eyes of the disapproving Las Cases upon her, Betsy always enjoyed her visits to Longwood. Often some pleasant surprise awaited her on her arrival there. Napoleon was interested in the various legends of St. Helena, and these legends are very numerous. Nearly every rock and valley and bit of water has some story connected with it. The Friar's Valley, for example, takes its name from a huge rock fashioned by nature into the figure of a monk with his cowl thrown back, wearing a flowing robe and a rosary. Immediately around are sterile rocks, some many hundred feet high, some with aloes growing from the fissures. ALL KINDS OF FUN 145 Napoleon sometimes rode into this valley, and one day he turned to Betsy: "Mees Betsee, have you ever seen 'Will-o'- the-Wisp' that they say lights the friar's lantern ? " " Oh, yes ; my mother used to send me over there for purer air, and my old nurse had a cottage overlooking the vale. She was teach- ing me the alphabet, and when I did not arrange my letters properly she would threaten me with the friar." The story, as Betsy had often heard it, was that the friar had been a good Franciscan monk, but he fell in love with a girl in a mountain cottage, whom he met while she was tending goats. She asked him to help her find something that she had lost, and thus at- tracted his attention. Later he made love to her and she promised to marry him if he would give up his faith. So the man broke his vows to the Church; but, when he was to be married, as he was clasping the bride's hand, there was a fearful crash: the chapel disappeared and with it all those who were taking part in the unholy wedding. "Have you noticed," asked Betsy of Na- 146 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR poleon, coming on him when out riding, "those three queer sugar-loaf rocks that they call * Lot's Wife and Daughters'?" "Yes," responded Napoleon, "I have seen them." "Well," persisted Betsy, "do you know the story about them ? " "No, I do not." "Then I must tell you. More than fifty years ago there were two slaves on the island who hated to work and to obey their masters, so they hid themselves in a cave, halfway up the cliff on the top of which we now see Lot's wife. Every night they used to go down and steal whatever they could lay their hands on. For a long time people could not find out where they lived, but at last they were tracked to their cave. No one could reach them, however, because they rolled stones down toward all who tried to climb up the cliff." Napoleon listened attentively, and Betsy continued : "At last it was thought necessary to send a party of soldiers to fire on them, if they refused to surrender, but before this was done ALL KINDS OF FUN 147 one of the besiegers managed to climb the cliff on the other side. He reached a point opposite the cave and higher up, so that he could roll down stones toward the slaves. When one of these wretched creatures was standing on the edge of the cliff he was killed by one of the rocks rolled from above, and the other who was with him was severely injured; and now," concluded Betsy solemnly, "if you go there at the right time, the islanders say that you will see the murdered slave rush- ing around at night just as he used to when alive." Napoleon, after hearing Betsy's legend, said: "When I ride that way again I shall cer- tainly look at the sugar-loaf mountain with much greater interest than ever before." Undoubtedly these various legends, which Betsy had heard from her earliest childhood, tended to make her superstitious. Napoleon soon found that she was easily frightened, and took advantage of this fact sometimes to tease her unmercifully. When he arrived at The Briars, one of Betsy's little brothers had as tutor an elderly man named Huff. The coming of Napoleon had a strange effect on the tutor's 148 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR brain. Among other delusions, he believed that it was to fall on him to free the Emperor from his imprisonment and restore him to his throne again. Old Huff, as they called him, talked constantly on this subject and no one could reason with him. It was evident that the poor fellow was mad, but before it was decided to put him under guardianship he found a chance to kill himself, although he was closely watched. According to custom, he was buried at a spot where three crossroads meet. This happened to be a place near The Briars, and, in consequence, poor Betsy was far from happy. Napoleon, aware of her fears, would call out, just before she said good night to the household, "Mees Betsee, ole Huff, ole Huff." Poor Betsy! She was indeed unhappy, and after these words lay long awake at night, and in the end often scrambled into her mother's room and stayed there until morning. One evening, when Betsy and her mother and her sister Jane were sitting on the cottage porch enjoying the refreshing evening breeze, a strange noise made Betsy turn her head, and in an instant she had risen to her feet S S H o ALL KINDS OF FUN 149 with a loud scream. In front of them now walked a figure dressed in white, not a very terrifying sight, except to one of Betsy's nervous temperament. Mrs. Balcombe at once understood the sit- uation, for at the moment of the figure's ap- pearance she had heard a smothered laugh that she recognized as Napoleon's. Advanc- ing to the white figure, she turned back the covering, and underneath appeared the black face of a little slave, grinning from ear to ear. "What brought you here?" asked Mrs. Balcombe sternly. "To frighten Miss Betsy;" and the black girl pointed toward Napoleon, who had now come forward to see what effect his trick had had upon his young neighbor. This little ghost scene had a wider effect than Napoleon intended, for it put the idea of playing ghost into the heads of other ser- vants. One of the Balcombe slaves had lately run away and could not be found. The family suspected that he was hiding not far off, because every night pigs, poultry, bread, and other provisions were stolen in quantities, by whom nobody could tell. After a while 150 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Napoleon began to complain of thefts, but when the various black servants were ques- tioned they all said that the thief must be a ghostly white figure that they saw skipping around the valley from rock to rock. That they believed what they said was shown by the alarm they showed, for none of them would go out alone by night. "I believe that it really and truly is old Huff's ghost," insisted Betsy. ''You can't believe such a foolish thing; indeed, I should think you would know better after what happened the other evening, when you allowed yourself to be terrified by a little black girl," said her mother reprovingly. She added, "You look pale, Betsy. What is the trouble?" "I can't help it. I may be foolish," re- sponded poor Betsy, "but for nights and nights I have been afraid to close my eyes." "All on account of the ghost," thought Mrs. Balcombe, wishing that Betsy were less ner- vous. Mr. Balcombe and some friends now under- took to catch the thief, feeling sure that he would prove to be a substantial individual. ALL KINDS OF FUN 151 After long watching, one night they saw a figure move stealthily across the valley toward the house. They called upon it to stop, but when it neither obeyed nor answered, they felt obliged to shoot. A loud scream followed the report of the gun, and when they came upon the fallen figure they discovered the runaway slave Alley. He was badly hurt, al- though not fatally, and they did what they could for him. The next morning the whole party went to the cave to which Alley directed them. Napoleon accompanied them and was much interested in what he saw. It reminded him of the catacombs of Paris, he exclaimed, as he looked about at the heaps of bones which the slave had placed in neatly arranged piles after he had gorged himself with food. CHAPTER X THE SERIOUS SIDE AS Betsy grew to know Napoleon bet- ter, she sometimes observed in his con- versation and manner a sadness that she had not noticed earlier. This slight mel- ancholy was especially evident when the conversation touched on Josephine or the little King of Rome. Often Napoleon gazed in- tently at Mrs. Balcombe, explaining as he did so that it was because she reminded him strongly of Josephine. He loved to talk of Josephine, especially with Madame Bertrand, who was a native of Martinique and was said also to be a distant relative of the Empress. One day, for example, Madame Bertrand, in Betsy's presence, brought out a miniature of Josephine. The Emperor seemed deeply moved as he gazed at it. "It is the most perfect likeness of her that I have ever seen." THE SERIOUS SIDE 153 "It is for you, sir," said Madame Bertrand simply. Thanking her warmly, Napoleon added, "I will keep it until my death." On this occasion the Emperor was especially inclined to talk about his first wife, and Betsy, hearing him, wondered that he had been will- ing to separate himself from her. "Josephine," he said, "was the most femi- nine woman I have ever known all charm and sweetness and grace. Era la dama la piu graziosa in Francia." Then he continued: "Josephine was the goddess of the toilet. All fashions came from her. Besides this she was humane and always thoughtful of others. She was the best of women. Although the English and the Bourbons allow that I did some good, yet they generally qualify it by saying that it was chiefly through the instrumentality of Josephine. But the fact is that she never in- terfered in politics. Great as my veneration was for her, I could not bear to have it thought that she in any way ruled my public actions." Napoleon's praises of Josephine continued to flow on. "She was the greatest patroness of the arts 154 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR known in France for years; but though I loved to attend to her whims, yet I always acted to please the nation, and whenever I obtained a fine statue or valuable picture I sent it to the Museum for the people's benefit. Josephine was grace personified. She never acted inelegantly during the whole time we lived together. Her toilet was perfection, and she resisted the inroads of time, to all appear- ances, by exquisite taste." Napoleon spoke with deep emotion, "She was the best of women!" Then, as if in answer to Betsy's unspoken question, he said: "It was only political motives that led me to give her up. Nothing else would have sep- arated me from a wife so tenderly loved. Thank God, she died without witnessing my last misfortune!" From Josephine Napoleon turned to Maria Louisa, his second wife, the mother of his son, of whom he spoke tenderly and affectionately : "She was an amiable and good wife. She would have followed me here, but they would not let her." Napoleon next called Betsy's attention to THE SERIOUS SIDE 155 one or two portraits of Maria Louisa, but Betsy, though she made no criticism, thought then, as she had thought at other times when studying the face of Maria Louisa, that the Austrian Princess was at a disadvantage when contrasted with the members of Napoleon's family, all of whom were handsome and looked intellectual. This conversation about Josephine and Maria Louisa was interrupted by the arrival of a visitor, Count Piontkowski, lately arrived from Europe. He was a Pole who had fought under Napoleon, and his love for his fallen leader had led him to follow into exile. Napoleon himself had no clear remembrance of the Pole as an individual, and he was there- fore the more deeply gratified by the spirit of devotion that had induced Piontkowski to make the long voyage to St. Helena for the sake of being near his old commander. The long interview with the newcomer un- doubtedly brought before Napoleon's mind many sad memories, and when he returned to them Betsy and the others noticed that he was in unusually low spirits. As he looked again at the portraits of Josephine and Maria Louisa 156 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR he grew more and more dejected, and at last, excusing himself, he went to bed much earlier than usual, leaving the rest of the party under the influence of his melancholy. When the second New Year came around, Napoleon was in less than his usual good spirits. It was not to Betsy, however, but to Dr. O'Meara that he said in reply to the physician's "Happy New Year": "Perhaps the next one will find me better situated. Perhaps I shall be dead, which will be better still. Worse than this cannot be." It was not the Emperor's habit to show his sadness for any great length of time. On this second New Year's the sisters were to go over to Longwood to carry their New Year greeting and to dine with Madame Bertrand. When they first arrived at the house Betsy was disappointed that Napoleon was nowhere in sight and she wondered that no message or present came from him, for she knew that the French made a special festival of New Year's and recalled the generosity of the Emperor just a year before. Still there was much to see and enjoy in Madame Bertrand's apartment, and she and THE SERIOUS SIDE 157 Jane were examining with admiration the pres- ents of Madame Bertrand and her family, when Napoleon himself entered the room. In each hand he was carefully carrying a beautiful Sevres cup. As the girls drew near to look at them, they saw that on one was a portrait of Napoleon himself, representing him in Turkish costume, and on the other the figure of an Egyptian woman drawing water. ''Here, Mdlles. Betsee and Jane," he exclaimed, "are two cups for you. Accept them as a mark of the friendship I entertain for you both and for your kindness to Madame Bertrand." Charmed with his beautiful presents, the girls thanked Napoleon warmly. Betsy, in- deed, was so delighted with her cup that she would not let it go out of her hands, and when at last the time for her departure came she wrapped it in many folds of cotton to carry it home at considerable risk even then, as the journey was made on horseback. Betsy was a keen observer, and although she was fond of paying Napoleon back in his own coin when he teased her, she appreciated 158 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR the depth of his feelings in his more serious moments. One beautiful day, when she went over to Longwood, she was impressed by the brilliancy of the atmosphere, which is, indeed, one of the charms of St. Helena. Standing on the rocks she watched the waves breaking and sparkling at their base and noted the sea beyond, glistening like a sheet of quicksilver. With her spirits especially buoyant under the influence of the wonderful day, she went up to St. Denis, one of the Emperor's suite. " Where is the Emperor?" she asked gayly. "I want to see him." The Frenchman shook his head so gravely that for the moment the smile left Betsy's face and she wondered if any misfortune had happened. After a moment of silence, St. Denis replied: "The Emperor is watching the Conqueror, which is now coming in." The Conqueror was the vessel bearing the flag of Admiral Pam- plin, who was to succeed Admiral Malcom. "You will find the Emperor," continued St. Denis, "near Madame Bertrand's, but he is in no mood for badinage to-day." THE SERIOUS SIDE 159 If the Frenchman had meant to keep Betsy away from Napoleon, he was not successful. In spite of his warning Betsy went on toward the cottage. As soon as she saw the Emperor, she herself came under the influence of his mood. He was standing on a cliff with Gen- eral Bertrand, looking out toward sea, where the Conqueror was still but a speck on the horizon. Betsy was impressed by the intense melancholy of the exiled Emperor's expres- sion, as he stood there stern and silent. His eyes were bent sadly upon the vessel as it came in, beating up proudly to windward. For some time not a word was uttered by any of the three. Even the talkative Betsy was silent. At last Napoleon spoke: 'They manage the vessel beautifully; the English are certainly kings upon the sea," he said. Then his melancholy tone changed to one of sarcasm. "I wonder what they think of our beautiful island ! They cannot be much elated by the sight of my gigantic walls." At this moment Betsy did not venture a retort, as was generally the case when Napo- leon railed at her beloved St. Helena. Betsy was alive to all the beauties of the place, 160 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR while Napoleon, naturally, saw only its faults. When Betsy defended the island and waxed eloquent over its beauties, sometimes he would simply laugh at her impertinence, while at others, pinching her ear in his favorite fashion, he would say: "Mees Betsee, how can you possibly dare to have an opinion on the subject?" This glimpse of Napoleon, sadly watching the Conqueror, was not the only occasion when Betsy had an opportunity to see the more serious side of the man whom she admired. Although she was only a young girl, she was able sometimes by her intelligent questions to draw from him an explanation of much dis- cussed things in his past. There was, for example, the oft-repeated story that Napoleon had sanctioned the butchery of Turkish troops at Jaffa and the poisoning of the sick in the hospitals. If the Emperor was vexed with Betsy for touching on forbidden ground, he did not show his feeling, but entered into an explana- tion that his young neighbor was able long afterwards to repeat in his own words. "Before leaving Jaffa," said Napoleon, "and THE SERIOUS SIDE 161 when many of the sick had been embarked, I was informed that there were some in the hospital severely wounded, dangerously ill, and unfit to be moved at any risk. I de- sired my medical men to hold a consultation as to what steps had best be taken with regard to the unfortunate sufferers and to send in their opinions to me. The result of this consultation was that seven-eighths of the soldiers were considered past recovery, and that in all probability few would be alive at the expiration of twenty hours." Betsy listened attentively, as Napoleon showed how difficult it was to decide whether it was not more cruel to leave these helpless men to the mercy of the Turks than to end their misery by a dose of opium: "I should have desired such a relief for myself under the same circumstances and I considered it would be an act of mercy to anticipate their fate by only a few hours. My physician did not enter into my views of the case, and dis- approved of the proposal, saying it was his business to cure, not to kill. Accordingly I left a rear-guard to protect these unhappy men from the enemy. They remained until Nature 162 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR had paid her last debt and released the expir- ing soldiers from their agony." As his auditors did not look convinced of the correctness of his views, Napoleon turned to Dr. O'Meara, who was of the party. "I ask you, O'Meara, to place yourself in the situation of one of these men. Were it demanded of you which fate you would select, either to be left to suffer the tortures of those miscreants or to have opium administered to you, which fate would you rather choose ? If my own son and I believe I love my son as well as any father loves his child - - were in a similar situation, I should advise it to be done. If so situated myself I should insist upon it, if I had sense enough and strength to demand it." Without waiting for comment from the others, Napoleon added that if he had been capable of secretly poisoning his soldiers or of the barbarity ascribed to him of driving his carriage over the mutilated bodies of the wounded, his troops would never have fought under him with the enthusiasm and reverence they uniformly displayed. No, no, I should have been shot long ago. Even my wounded THE SERIOUS SIDE 163 would have tried to pull a trigger to despatch me." The Emperor spoke so earnestly that no one could doubt he meant what he said. Even though they believed that the Turkish prison- ers had been treated with great cruelty, his hearers saw that ambition or a feeling of necessity had been the impelling motive of the officers who sanctioned or ordered the cruelty. Napoleon's conversations with Betsy were of course carried on largely in French, and but for the little girl's fluency in this language she would probably have seen much less of the great man. Napoleon himself made a real effort to learn English. Not only did he study with Las Cases, but he tried to practise the language with Betsy and her sister. In con- versation, however, he never became very pro- ficient, his pronunciation was droll, and he was inclined to translate things very literally. Betsy was less patient than her sister with Napoleon's English. By his expressed desire she and Jane were always to correct his mis- takes, yet often, in the midst of his efforts, she would run off without deigning to help him. 164 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Ah, Mdlle. Betsee," he would then cry in French, "you are a stupid little creature; when will you become wise ? " Although Napoleon persevered with his English lessons with Las Cases, he never pro- ceeded much further than to read the news- papers. English books presented many dif- ficulties, and yet much of the literature that came his way was in this language. Here again Betsy was able to make herself very useful by translating books or newspapers for him, and sometimes she went further and gave him in condensed form the contents of a great many pages. Even after he went to Longwood, when Betsy went over there to call on Madame Bertrand, Napoleon would summon her to help him understand some newly arrived English book. From Napoleon's own admission to one of his own suite, after he had been in St. Helena a year or two, we can judge that his progress in English had not been very rapid. One morning, after the arrival of a number of French books, he said: "What a pleasure I have enjoyed! I can read forty pages of French in the THE SERIOUS SIDE 165 time that it would require to read two of English." The Emperor enjoyed talking with Betsy, for the little girl was a great reader herself, and he had the faculty of drawing from her whatever information she had on a given sub- ject. Occasionally she thoughtlessly questioned Napoleon on topics that she might better have avoided. One Sunday, for example, at Madame Ber- trand's, he found the girls poring over a book. "What are you doing?" he asked abruptly. "Learning the collect," replied Betsy. "My father is always very angry if I do not know it." Then she added, not very courteously, "I suppose you never learned a collect or anything religious in your life, for I know that you do not believe in the existence of a God." 'You have been told an untruth," replied Napoleon impatiently, evidently displeased with Betsy. "When you are wiser you will understand that no one can doubt the exist- ence of a God." "But you believe in predestination?" "Whatever a man's destiny calls him to 166 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR do, that he must fulfil," was the Emperor's response. Young though she was, Betsy understood the seriousness that underlay the superficial gayety most in evidence when Napoleon met her. She decided that he was not the cold, calculating man that most people thought him, but rather a man of deep feeling, capable of strong attachments. One day, not long after he had left The Briars, a lady approached Betsy, who was in the grounds outside the house. As she dismounted from her horse Betsy had recognized her as a French woman of high position, whose husband was one of the diplomatists then at St. Helena. "Will you be so good," she said almost timidly to the little girl, "as to show me the part of the cottage occupied by the Emperor ? " "With pleasure," responded Betsy, leading the way to the Pavilion. The lady looked about her with great interest. "Look!" said Betsy, pointing to the spot where the marquee had stood. "Look at this crown in the turf!" The lady gazed for some minutes at this THE SERIOUS SIDE 167 empty symbol of the power once held by the Emperor. The thoughts that it brought up overpowered her. Losing all self-control, she sank to her knees, sobbing hysterically. For- getful of Betsy, she continued to weep so bit- terly that the little girl started for the cottage that she might get her mother, or some one else of the household, to bring restoratives. "Stop, stop!" cried the lady, as if realizing her purpose. "Do not call any one. I shall be myself in a moment." Then, in a voice still filled with emotion, she added, "Please do me the favor of never mentioning this to any one. All French people feel as I do. They all treas- ure Napoleon's memory as I do, and would willingly die for him." Betsy gave the required promise and waited patiently until the lady had recovered her self-possession. Then the latter asked in- numerable questions of the little girl about the life of Napoleon and his suite at The Briars. Several times the visitor repeated, "How happy it must have made you to be with the Emperor!" When she rode away after her long inter- 168 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR view, she put a thick veil over her face to hide the fact that she had been weeping. Betsy was true to her word, and although her family, one after another, asked her why the visitor had made so long a stay, she merely replied that she had been interested in the Pavilion. But the scene made a deep impres- sion on the little girl, as showing the remark- able hold of Napoleon on the hearts of those who had been his subjects. Moreover she judged, and truly too, that a man for whom such deep feeling was shown must him- self have been of a kind and sympathetic nature. It is true that she did not need the testimony of any outsider to assure her of Napoleon's amiability. She was well acquainted with his general kindliness; she knew of many of his gracious acts, and the charm of his manner toward all young people had made a deep impression upon her. Another thing that she noticed convinced Betsy of the softer qualities of Napoleon's nature. This was the firm devotion of the little band of Frenchmen and French wo- men who had followed him to St. Helena. THE SERIOUS SIDE 169 They had made great sacrifices in sharing the exile of Napoleon. There was so little to hope for, in the way of reward for this devotion, that no reasonable person could doubt their disinterestedness. CHAPTER XI THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS '* \"T 7HO danced the best at the Governor's \ \ ball?" Napoleon asked Betsy one day. "Mrs. Wilks, the Governor's lady." This was before the arrival of Sir Hudson Lowe. "What sort of dances are in fashion there ?" "Quadrilles, country dances. Mr. C. brought them to St. Helena." "Oh, he is a great dandy! " 'Yes; he will sit with his feet above his head an hour before dressing, the more readily to squeeze them into tight shoes. He wore an epaulette nearly down to his elbow, and his sword hilt was embroidered with golden oak leaves. The same embroidery con- fined his stockings, on each knee, like the order of the garter. When he first arrived he was disgusted that St. Helena ladies knew THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 171 only kitchen dances and reels, and finally he drilled quadrilles and other new dances into them." Betsy's description of the young dandy amused Napoleon. "Bring him to Longwood some day," he said. A pass was obtained for the young man and Napoleon received him most politely. "I hear from Mees Betsee that you are a great dandy, - and what a fine coat!" The young man, who had been in some fear of the Emperor, felt better. : *You are more fortunate than myself," continued Napoleon, "for I have to wear my coat turned." Although this was true, it was only because there was no cloth his shade of green on the island. On the whole Napoleon liked the young dandy, especially as he spoke French fluently. But Napoleon was not always glad, or even willing, to receive visitors. In fact, after the first few months on the island, he practically refused to allow strangers to be presented to him, unless there was some special reason for his seeing them. One day, when Napoleon was still at The 172 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Briars, the girls were walking with him down Pomegranate Walk, which led to the garden, when he heard strangers' voices. He did not wish to meet them, and began to run away, but, unluckily, when he reached the garden gate he found it locked. Napoleon was not likely to turn aside from anything he had undertaken to do, and as the voices drew nearer, too impatient to wait, he insisted on jumping over the gate fence. There was a prickly pear on top, the thorns of which caught him so that at first he could not extricate himself. Then he had to descend rather igno- miniously on the garden side, before the strangers appeared. The thorns had really done considerable damage, and it took no little skill on Dr. O'Meara's part to extract them. To Betsy's friends Napoleon was apt to be more obliging than to others, and tourists, many of whom stayed over at St. Helena on their way to or from Africa or India, fre- quently sought her services to effect an intro- duction. "Sir," said Betsy to Napoleon one day, "may I present a lady to you? She is just THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 173 here from India. Her husband has high rank." Napoleon was not fond of women visitors, but he gave his consent to Betsy's request. At the appointed time the lady from India appeared, gowned in crimson velvet bordered with pearls. Her black hair was braided and adorned with pearls, and butterflies of dia- monds and emeralds and rubies. She was one of the plainest women Betsy had ever seen, and she was fearful of the impression she would make on Napoleon. After Napoleon had asked the usual ques- tions, "Are you married?" and "How many children have you ? " he looked closely at her to see what compliment he could best pay her. At length, after a pause that might have embarrassed a less complacent woman, he said politely, "Madame, you have the most luxuriant hair." That the lady from India had fine hair was so evident a fact, that she need not have been so exceedingly pleased by Napoleon's compli- ment. Yet she was so overcome by it that when she returned to England she sent letters 174 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR to the newspapers speaking of the Emperor's great admiration for her. Napoleon, in reality, did not at all like this visitor, and when she had gone he said severely to the young girl: "You shall introduce me to no more ladies." His tone was so unusually severe that Betsy did not dare confess what really was the case, that she had brought Mrs. S. to see Napoleon merely to tease him, knowing that it was positively disagreeable to him to meet very plain women. Betsy one day came to him full of excite- ment over a traveller whom she had just seen. "Oh, he is extraordinary; queerer than any one I have ever met here. His long black beard reaches to his waist, and he wears a regular mandarin's dress." "An Englishman dressed like a Chinaman ? " 'Yes! You know he has been there so long, and he has done the most wonderful things! Why, he has even travelled to Thibet and talked to the Grand Lama." The Emperor's interest was aroused. "I have always wished to hear something about the Grand Lama," he said, "especially THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 175 about the way he is worshipped, for I believe that much I have read is fabulous. I should like to see this traveller." "I knew you would," cried Betsy, "and he is anxious to see you, too. He was a prisoner of war once in France, and he says you treated him very kindly ; so he has brought you some presents, and if - ;< Yes, and if he can get a pass - The sentence was left unfinished. But Mr. Manning obtained a pass to see the Emperor and presented him with a number of curious things that he had collected in his travels. "The Lama," he said in answer to a ques- tion, "when I saw him, was a very intelligent boy of seven, and I went through the same form of worship as the others who were intro- duced into his presence." "Were you not afraid of being seized as a spy?" asked Napoleon. The traveller hesitated, as if not quite pleased by the question. Then, with a laugh, he pointed to his dress and beard, as if they were a sufficient answer. "Did you pass for an Englishman?" per- 176 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR sisted the Emperor. "The shape of your nose is too good for a Tartar." "No," replied Mr. Manning; "I was gen- erally taken for a Hindoo." The bystanders, looking at his fine eyes and regular features, could easily understand that in the role of a Hindoo he must certainly have been suc- cessful. The conversation between the two the Emperor and the traveller lasted for some time. " Travellers," said Napoleon, "are privi- leged to tell marvellous stories, but I hope you are not doing this in describing to me all the wonders of Thibet." Then he continued his questions, asking much about the Lama, and the customs and religion of his people. His queries showed that he already possessed a fund of information about this strange country, and Mr. Manning finally said, "You have as much information on Thibet as I have myself." Napoleon accepted the compliment, but the many questions that he continued to ask, especially concerning the Chinese and their language and habits, showed that he was THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 177 quite willing to admit Mr. Manning's greater knowledge of the Orient. When the unusually long interview had ended, Napoleon turned to Betsy with an expression in which sadness was mingled with satisfaction. "This conversation," he cried, "has given me more pleasure than anything I have ex- perienced for many long months." Betsy, realizing the Emperor's capacity for finding entertainment in hearing about the small things that made up the life of St. Helena, always gratified him by describing the little festivities in which she took part, or even the larger affairs of which she knew only by what others told her. Like all places gar- risoned by British regiments, there was always much going on, as the phrase is, on the island, and the gossip of the place, usually harmless enough in itself, never failed to entertain him. Sometimes he tried to draw from the little girl information that for one reason or another she did not care to give him sometimes merely to tease him, sometimes because she feared that what she said might disturb him. "So you have been calling on Lady Lowe 178 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR at Plantation House," he said, after one of her visits to the wife of the Governor. "Tell me, does she ask about your visits to Long- wood ? " "There, that is just the kind of thing she asks me. I am sure to be questioned what we say and do in your presence;" and beyond this Betsy would give Napoleon little satisfac- tion. "Who is the most beautiful woman on the island ? " he asked on another occasion. "Madame Bertrand," replied Betsy, never at a loss for an answer, "is more beautiful than any one I have ever seen. Every one else seems insignificant beside her. Why, when my father saw her on the Northumberland he was very much struck by her. Her features may not be strictly beautiful, but her expres- sion is intellectual. Besides, her bearing is so queenlike and dignified!" "But don't you think Madame Montholon pretty?" "No," responded Betsy unhesitatingly, in spite of the fact that she had much regard for Madame Montholon. "Marchand," cried Napoleon, apparently THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 179 changing the subject, "bring me my snuff- box, you know which." The faithful Marchand obeyed, and when he returned Napoleon took the snuffbox from his hands to show the girls for Jane was with Betsy a miniature on the lid. It was a portrait of Madame Montholon, taken many years earlier. 'Yes, it is like her," Betsy admitted, "and beautiful, too." "She was just like that when she was young," responded the Emperor. Although Napoleon w r as fond of teasing Betsy, whenever he found that he could serve her in any way he never failed to show himself a true friend. Once Dr. O'Meara came upon Betsy alone in the garden with tears in her eyes. To his inquiry as to the cause of her sorrow, she pouted, and at first hesitated in her reply. On second thoughts she exclaimed, "It is too mean! Just because I didn't do my lessons yesterday, to keep me home from the races!" "Were you warned?" "Oh, yes, but I did not expect to be pun- ished." 180 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "Probably this isn't the first time, and your parents are bound to make you remember." "Oh, it is my father, and it's the meanest thing! He has lent Tom to somebody. My pony is not in the stable. Who could have been so mean as to borrow the only pony that I can ride? All the others have ridden off, and there is no way for me to go." Dr. O'Meara listened sympathetically. Probably he did not exactly understand the situation or he would hardly have encouraged a young girl to disobey her parents. It was quite natural that to Betsy, the lover of gayety, her punishment seemed greater than she deserved. Every one that she knew was going to the races, for the Deadwood races, instituted by John Rous, were made a kind of festival by the people of the island. Since every one she knew had gone to Deadwood, there was no horse at hand that she could borrow. For the moment Napoleon's little neighbor was troubled by no sense of duty; the only question was how to reach Deadwood. Dr. O'Meara, after Betsy had poured out her soul to him, rode on towards Longwood at a rapid pace. Not long afterwards her THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 181 heart leaped with joy when she saw Dr. O'Meara winding down the mountain, fol- lowed by a slave with a superb gray horse. At once she recognized Mameluke, one of Napoleon's stable, and, as the horses drew nearer, she saw that above his crimson saddle- cloth Mameluke wore a lady's saddle. Even before Dr. O'Meara spoke, she understood what his quick return meant. "Here, Miss Betsy, cheer up," he cried when he drew near the little girl. "This horse is for you. When the Emperor heard of your disappointment, he ordered the quietest horse in his stable to be sent to you." Regardless of consequences to herself, pleased by the good-natured attention of the Emperor, light-hearted Betsy on Mameluke went to the races. Perhaps she would have hesitated had she known that her father, rather than she herself, was to be the sufferer by her heedless act, for afterwards it gave her great pain to learn that Mr. Balcombe had been severely reprimanded by Governor Lowe for having committed a breach of dis- cipline in letting his daughter borrow a horse belonging to the Longwood establishment. 182 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR But for the time Betsy had the fun of the races, and the next day she went over to Longwood to thank Napoleon. "Aha, Mees Betsee," he said after their first greeting, " perhaps you do not know that I too saw the races." "But I did not see you there." "Ah, where were your eyes ? You were not thinking of me; but they were amusing." After a little more teasing, Betsy learned that Napoleon had seen the Deadwood races from an upper window of General Gorgaud's house. 'You were so amused," he added, "that you forgot to be afraid. I have told your father you should never be encouraged in foolish fears." "I wish you had been really there!" "Ah, gayety is not for me." Napoleon's face became grave. Betsy, noticing this, added quickly, "But you are coming to my birthday fete." "Surely! It will not be far away at Rous Cottage." The day of the birthday was bright and fair, and as large numbers of guests had THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 183 assembled, Rous Cottage, which had been chosen for this picnic fete, was named for the gallant flag officer of the Northumberland, whom Napoleon admired and called "a very brave man." In the earlier part of the celebration, Betsy, flying among her friends, was too much absorbed to notice that Napoleon had not come, but when she missed him she began to look eagerly in the direction in which she might expect to see him appear. He had said he would come to the party, and Betsy ex- pected him to keep his promise, though it was an unheard-of thing for him to mingle in a gay crowd. After a while she was delighted to see him in the distance, riding along the hills. Soon she saw that he was no longer riding. His horse was at a standstill. What could this mean ? Presently a messenger from the Em- peror appeared to say that he would content himself by looking on. The young hostess was not satisfied with this. Rushing off to the hill where Napoleon waited, she stood before him. "This is not keeping your promise. You 184 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR said you would come, indeed you did, and you should not disappoint me on my birth- day." Napoleon smiled at his young friend, but he spoke with decision 1 . "No; I won't come down to be stared at by a crowd who wish to gratify their curios- ity by a sight of me." Betsy begged and pleaded, using every effort to make him change his mind, but he was firm. Nothing could change him. A friend in England had sent Betsy a huge birthday cake, ornamented with a large eagle. That she should have had a cake decorated with this imperial emblem occasioned much comment on the island. In fact, in the eyes of some, Mr. Balcombe and his family were under more or less of a cloud on account of their open admiration for the illustrious pris- oner of St. Helena. When Betsy found that her words made no impression on Napoleon, she left him for a few moments, only to return with a slice of the cake. 'You must eat this thick slice," she said, holding it out to him. "It is the least you can do for getting us into this disgrace. Some THE EMPEROR'S VISITORS 185 people think it almost treason when they see the eagle on the cake." Napoleon ate the cake with evident appre- ciation. Then he pinched Betsy's ear in his usual familiar fashion, saying as he did so, "Saucy simpleton!" As he galloped away Betsy could not help smiling, as she heard him singing, or rather trying to sing in his most unmusical voice, " Vive, Henri Quatre. " CHAPTER XII THOUGHTLESS BETSY SOMETIMES, without intending to hurt Napoleon's feelings, heedless Betsy must often have come near wounding him. One day, for example, she showed him a toy that had lately come to St. Helena from Europe. It represented a toy emperor climb- ing a ladder, each rung of which was a coun- try. When he reached the top he sat for an instant astride the world, and then went headlong down the other side, until he landed at last on St. Helena. Napoleon himself did not reprove Betsy for her rudeness, but Mr. Balcombe was dis- turbed and angry when he heard of it. Betsy, he decided, was altogether too fond of playing foolish tricks, and he resolved to teach her a lesson that she could not forget. Calling her to him, after he had expressed his displeasure for what she had done, "Betsy," THOUGHTLESS BETSY 187 he said in his severest tone, "you are to spend the night in the cellar, and every night for a week you shall sleep there. You must be taught respect for your elders. It is to punish you for your rudeness to Napo- leon that I am resolved to punish you in this way." Poor Betsy shivered at her father's words. Bold though she was in the face of danger by day, darkness always had great terrors for her, and to spend the night underground was a punishment she felt she could hardly bear. Her protests, however, were useless. Her father locked her in the dark cellar and left her there. Betsy's experiences that night were terrible. Rats made the cellar their home, and, as they jumped about in the darkness, they tumbled the bottles of wine about, mak- ing a terrible noise. Betsy was so frightened that to defend herself from them she picked up bottle after bottle to hurl against them. At last they were driven away, but there was no sleep for Betsy on the bed that had been prepared for her. At dawn a faint light came through the windows, just enough to show her what havoc she had made. Broken bottles lay 188 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR about her everywhere and in every direction ran rivulets of wine. At last she fell into a heavy stupor, and in this condition a slave, who had been sent with her breakfast, found her. Alarmed at the sight of Betsy, apparently half dead, the slave ran to summon Mr. Balcombe. When he hurried to the cellar, Mr. Balcombe was naturally shocked by what he saw. He had not thought of rats, and he was only too thankful that Betsy had escaped serious injury. He not only did not reprove her for the destruction of the claret, but forgave her for her offence against Napoleon. As to Napoleon, "It was too great a punish- ment," he said, "for so little an offence." Then he laughed heartily as the lively Betsy, now quite herself again, gave a vivid account of her battle with the rats. "Ah, the rats!" he added; "a big one jumped out of my hat one day, as I was about to put it on. It startled me." Some time after this adventure in the cellar, Mr. Balcombe again had occasion to punish Betsy and again he thought of the cellar. "No, not the cellar!" remonstrated Napo- THOUGHTLESS BETSY 189 leon. But Mr. Balcombe was obdurate. He had decided that Betsy should have a week's imprisonment there, staying by day but re- leased at night that she might sleep in her own room. So Betsy went daily to her cell. She man- aged to vary the monotony of her prison life by sitting close to the grating of the open window, and while she sat there, the picture of dejection, Napoleon, approaching the win- dow, daily expressed a half-mocking sympathy with her. For a time Betsy maintained an ap- pearance of dignity and injured innocence, but in the end the Emperor, by mimicking her doleful expression, usually succeeded in mak- ing her laugh. "Sewing!" he exclaimed in surprise, when he visited Betsy on the third day of her imprisonment. ; 'Yes," responded Betsy; "I am making a dress for myself." " Ah, they indeed are cruel - Like all Betsy's acquaintances, Napoleon knew that she had no strong love for sewing and the ordinary domestic duties. She was at the age when boyish sports were much more 190 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR fun than the occupations that older people prescribed for girls. "But no one required me to sew. I am sewing because I wish to." The Emperor expressed his surprise at this announcement. 'Yes," continued Betsy; "I did not know what else to do. It is frightfully dull here, so I begged old black Sarah to find me some work, and this is what she brought." Betsy held up the partly made dress with consider- able pride. It is to Betsy's credit that she finished the dress old Sarah had brought her, although her fit of industry did not outlast her week's im- prisonment. 'You should keep Mees Betsee's prison livery," said Napoleon to Mrs. Balcombe, "and show it to her occasionally, when you think that she is on the point of doing something foolish that ought to be punished." "Prison livery" w r as Napoleon's name for the dress that Betsy had made during her week in the cell. Betsy, however, was only one of many per- THOUGHTLESS BETSY 191 sons who had disagreeable experiences with the rats of St. Helena. A sleeping slave, for example, had a part of his leg bitten off. One of Count Bertrand's horses in the stable had been severely bitten, and Dr. O'Meara had once had to defend himself from the ro- dents by hurling his bootjack repeatedly at them. Other tales of fierce rats had been told, and in consequence Betsy, when she thought of her escape from real harm, had good cause for congratulation. The battle of the rats happened while Na- poleon was still living at The Briars, and though Betsy long remembered it, it cannot be said that she altogether profited by the lesson that it should have conveyed to her. Later, when Napoleon was living at Long- wood, Betsy, visiting at Madame Bertrand's, occupied herself with practising a song that was a favorite with one of the ladies of the garrison. Betsy sang and played very well, and Napo- leon, hearing the new song, praised the air though he did not understand the words. Now it happened that the song was a monody on the death of the Due d'Enghien, for whose 192 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR death Napoleon had been greatly blamed by friends as well as by foes. "What is the song?" Napoleon asked. A tactful girl would have devised some answer to spare Napoleon's feelings. But thoughtless Betsy, without a word, turned to the front page of the sheet of music, on which was a picture of a man standing in a ditch, his eyes bandaged and a lantern hanging from his waist, while soldiers w r ere aiming their muskets at him. "What is it?" asked Napoleon, to whom the picture conveyed no meaning. "It represents the murder of the Due d'Enghien," replied Betsy. Napoleon examined the picture more closely. Then, turning to the young girl: " What do you know of the Due d'Enghien ?" "That you are considered the murderer of that illustrious prince," replied Betsy, with great lack of consideration. "It is true," responded Napoleon, "that I ordered his execution, for he was a conspirator and had landed troops in the pay of the Bourbons to assassinate me. In the face of such a conspiracy, the most politic thing was THOUGHTLESS BETSY 193 to put a Bourbon prince to death so that the Bourbons would not again try to take my life. The prisoner was tried for having taken arms against the Republic, and was executed ac- cording to law. But he was not shot in a ditch nor at night. All was open and known to the public." This talk about the Due d'Enghien led Napoleon to tell Betsy of many thrilling ex- periences of his own in escaping death at the hands of would-be assassins. At another time Betsy ran up to Napoleon, crying, "Why is your face so swollen and inflamed ? " "Oh," replied Napoleon, assuming a dole- ful look, "Dr. O'Meara has just drawn a tooth and I have had much pain." "What!" exclaimed Betsy in the role of mentor. 'You to complain of pain the pain of so trifling an operation, though you have gone through battles innumerable with storms of bullets whizzing, some of which must have touched you. I am ashamed. But give me the tooth, and I will get Mr. Solomon to set it as an ear-ring." Napoleon, listening to Betsy, was evidently 194 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR amused by her tone of assumed severity, and laughing heartily, replied: "See how I laugh, even while I suffer. Ah, Mees Betsee, I fear you will never cut your wisdom tooth." Although Betsy saw more of Napoleon than the other children, they were all fond of him; but it is to be feared that Betsy's example w r as not the best in the world for her little brothers, who were much younger than she. One day, for example, Napoleon had given little Alexander a pretty box made by Piron, rilled with his delicious bonbons. "When my brother had eaten all his sugar- plums," said Betsy, "and was grieving over his exhausted store, he unluckily chanced to espy a pill-box. He thereupon took some pills from the box and offered them to the Emperor. Napoleon helped himself, thinking they were sugar-plums, and began eating. He soon ejected them with coughing and nausea." Las Cases, it is needless to say, reported this to Mr. Balcombe, who whipped Alexan- der soundly. Nobody can deny that the little boy merited the punishment. A favorite jest of Napoleon was to cry, THOUGHTLESS BETSY 195 "Now, Mdlle. Betsee, I hope you have been a good child and learned your lessons." Then Betsy would redden and toss her head, for, like most girls in their early teens, she wished to be thought older than she was. This habit of teasing was one that Napoleon had found time to indulge in even when he was at the height of his power. He was very fond of children, and some one has said that no case is known in which he refused to grant a favor when a child was asked to be the messenger. He was fond of his nieces and nephews, and devoted to his step-children. Few brothers have ever been kinder to their brothers and sisters than Napoleon to his. When he was only sixteen, he began to take a great interest in the education of his brother Lucien, who was six years younger. When he was a lieutenant in the army, he made real sacrifices for Louis, who was twelve years old. Yet, in spite of his love for them, he teased them just as he teased Betsy. Every one knows how he used to fondle the little King of Rome and carry him around in his arms while he was dictating to his secretaries. One who knew him writes: 196 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "It used to be a real holiday for the Em- peror when Queen Hortense came to see her mother, bringing her two children. Napoleon would take them in his arms, caress them, often tease them, and burst into laughter as if he had been of their own age, when, accord- ing to his custom, he had smeared their faces with jam or cream." Sometimes, however, he went too far, even with his young relatives. Once when he had playfully pulled the ears of his nephew, little Achille Murat, the boy protested, "You are a naughty, wicked man," to the great amuse- ment of his uncle. But if Napoleon was inclined to tease the young people at The Briars, he was also ready to do pleasant things for them. He certainly entered into the feelings of young people. With them he became a child, and an amusing one. Many were the games he played with Betsy and her brothers and sister, not only blindman's buff but puss in the corner and other quieter games. Betsy was not the only one of the Balcombe family whom Napoleon loved to tease. Jane, the elder sister, was the more dignified and it THOUGHTLESS BETSY 19? was therefore easier to embarrass her. Toward the end of her stay at St. Helena, an English surgeon, Dr. Stokoe, was sent to the island. He was much the senior of Jane, but, because the two were seen much together, the gossips of St. Helena thought that he wished to marry her. Napoleon himself occasionally teased Jane about Dr. Stokoe, and professed to think that Mr. Balcombe was a cruel father, standing in the way of his daughter's happiness. "Why have you refused your daughter to the surgeon of the flagship ? " he would ask mischievously, adding, "C'est un brave homme" Napoleon's capacity for seeing the humor- ous side of things kept up his spirits wonder- fully during his first year or two of exile. Betsy's enjoyment of a joke, even of a practical joke, was perhaps the strongest bond between the Emperor and his little neighbor. "Come," he would say, "come, Mees Betsee, sit down and sing like our dear departed friend." By this term Napoleon referred to a certain lady who believed herself to be the possessor of a very fine voice. To exhibit her prowess this lady would sit down and sing 198 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Italian airs in an affected style. At the end of a performance the lady expected, and re- ceived, the Emperor's compliments; but when at last she was away and out of hearing, he roared with laughter as Betsy, at the piano, imitated the lady's affectations. With his eyes closed he would pretend that he really believed he was listening to the operatic lady, and end by thanking Betsy gravely for the pleasure she had given. Napoleon himself was a good mimic. He amused the Balcombe family greatly by his imitation of London cockney street cries. "Mees Jane," he asked one evening, "have you ever heard the London cries ? " "No, sir, never," she replied. "Then I must let you hear them;" and without waiting further, he began to make a series of shrill sounds. At first it was difficult to distinguish the words, for Napoleon's droll accent could hardly be called good English. His intonation, however, was perfect, and ex- actly represented the street venders crying their wares. 'You must have been in London, unknown to any one," cried Jane; "for if you haven't THOUGHTLESS BETSY 199 been there, I don't see how you could have got those cries so perfectly." In suggesting that Napoleon might have been in London incognito, Jane was only re- peating what then had wide currency that Napoleon in the height of his power had slipped away from Paris, letting no one know that he was to cross the Channel, to spend a few days in London, studying the English and their ways. To the inquisitive Jane, however, Napoleon gave no information as to the truth of this belief. "I was much entertained," he said, "by one of my buffos, who introduced London street cries into a comedy that he got up in Paris." This mention of the theatre led Napoleon to speak of Talma. "He was the truest actor to nature that ever trod the boards," he said. "Talma?" repeated Betsy, catching the actor's name. "Oh, I remember; they used to say that you took lessons from him how to sit on the throne." "I have often heard that myself," responded Napoleon, "and I even mentioned it once to 200 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Talma himself as a sign that I was considered to hold myself well on it." Napoleon often displayed his powers of mimicry, to the great entertainment of the children. A large ball, given by Sir George Bingham in return for the civilities that had been shown the Fifty-third Regiment, took place not far from Longwood, and practically every one on the island was invited. "It was the very prettiest affair I ever saw," said Betsy, "and you ought to have seen it." Glancing at Napoleon, she thought she caught a certain meaning in the smile with which he greeted her remark. "I really believe you were there," she exclaimed. "Some one told us you were going to take a peep at us incognito, but I did not see you." Without deigning to reply, Napoleon began an ungraceful imitation of the saraband, a dance that had been seen at this ball for the first time in St. Helena. The young lady who waltzed in this dance had been very awkward, and Napoleon's imitation of her movements was so perfect that the girls were sure he had really seen her. Moreover he had so many THOUGHTLESS BETSY 201 accurate criticisms to make of the people at the ball, and of the ball in all its details, that no doubt was left in their minds that he had been an actual looker-on. Napoleon thoroughly appreciated the humor of others, and was much amused, for example, by a remark of Madame Bertrand's that he repeated to Betsy. Madame Bertrand's son, Arthur, was about a month old when Napoleon asked Betsy if she had seen the little fellow, adding, "You must hear the clever way in which Madame Bertrand introduced the baby to me: * Allow me to present to your Majesty a subject who has dared to enter the gates of Longwood without a pass from Sir Hudson Lowe.' ! CHAPTER XIII LONGWOOD DAYS MANY a time when in the company of Napoleon and the members of his suite, Betsy must have realized that this pleasant intercourse could not last always. Few people remained indefinitely long at St. Helena, few people, indeed, besides the natives and the one life prisoner, the Emperor Napoleon. Betsy, however, had no desire to leave her beloved island. She loved its climate and its scenery, and she was happy with the many people who were her friends. It was a gay little place, with numerous officers quar- tered there with their families, a much gayer place than it would have been had not the British Government thought it necessary to make it a great military stronghold for the safeguarding of the Emperor, a much gayer place than it had been before Napoleon's arrival. LONG WOOD DAYS 203 Almost every day some form of amusement offered itself - - races, balls, picnics, and sham fights. There was also a pretty little theatre on the island, established by the popular Commissary General, where amateur plays were performed by the officers, to the great entertainment of all who saw them. Madame Montholon and Madame Bertrand and, to a certain extent, the gentlemen of the Emperor's suite entered more or less into the festivities of the place. It was only Napoleon who always stayed at home alone. Betsy, who was an especial favorite of Madame Bertrand, was often at Longwood, and very often the latter was the young girl's chaperon at balls or other entertainments. Yet even w r hen no special gayety was in view, Betsy enjoyed her visits to Longwood, and the ingenuous girl with her frank speech certainly brightened the lives of the exiles. As for Betsy herself it was a great advantage for her to be so much in the society of these French people, with their cultivation and gayety. On cool evenings chairs were brought out on the lawn leading to the billiard-room, and there the Countess of Montholon and 204 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Madame Bertrand, with their husbands and children, would spend the hour after sunset listening to the crickets, of which there were thousands. Sometimes they sat on the lawn in the moonlight, gazing long at the sky, which at St. Helena is of a peculiarly deep blue. Doubtless at such times the hearts of the poor exiles were far away among home scenes in France, and even lively Betsy for the time was quiet and subdued. One splendid starry night, as they were all on the lawn near the billiard-room steps after a very sultry day, they heard a sound as if heavy wagons were lumbering over the ground beneath. Those nearer the house thought that it was about to fall about their heads. Dr. O'Meara and Major Blakeney, Captain of the Guard, hastening from the room, expected to find the ladies half dead with fright. All the household, some from their beds, rushed out, looking wonderingly into the sky, and little Tristram Montholon ran to his mother, scream- ing that some one had tried to throw him out of his bed. This was in September, and the strange rumbling was caused by an earthquake, the LONG WOOD DAYS 205 first one in St. Helena for a long time. Many feared for their friends in the valleys with the sharp precipices, but fortunately in the end it was shown that there had been no loss of life. Napoleon was in bed at the time of the shock. "Ah Mees Betsee," he asked the next morning, "were you frightened by the trem- blement de terre ? You look pale and quiet." Betsy admitted that she had had a little fear at the earthquake. "I thought," said Napoleon, turning to General Bertrand, "that the Conqueror had blown up in the harbor; but the second or third shock showed that it was an earthquake." The Conqueror was the seventy-four gun ship whose arrival Betsy had seen Napoleon observe with great interest. Betsy, for several nights after the earth- quake, was too frightened to go to bed, and in a day or two she was ill with a severe cold, caught while sitting on the veranda. In this case, as always in illness, Napoleon was sym- pathetic, blaming the climate and adding that the houses ought to have plenty of fireplaces to protect people from sudden changes. 206 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR "What would be the use of fireplaces," asked Betsy, "when we have no coals?" "Then burn the orange trees," responded Napoleon. From this remark Betsy saw that for some reason the Emperor was not in good humor, for he was one of those who realized the need of more trees on St. Helena, and later if he had not then begun devoted much time and money to planting trees in the neighborhood of Longwood. Perhaps the presence of the Conqueror in the harbor disturbed him, since this was the vessel that had brought Admiral Pamplin, who was to relieve Admiral Malcom. Sir Pultney Malcom had come to St. Helena with Napoleon, and the two had grown to be very good friends. The Admiral, a courteous old man, with exquisite, kindly manners, showed great consideration for the exile. He paid Napoleon many visits, sent him news- papers, and so far as he could tried to protect him from various annoying things said or done by Governor Lowe. It was not strange, then, that Napoleon should feel depressed at the thought of Ad- miral Malcom's departure, and, in conse- LONG WOOD DAYS 207 quence, seem a little more brusque than usual with Betsy in talking of her cold. Napoleon well understood the value of reg- ular occupation and spent many hours daily in reading and writing. He had few of the works of reference that he needed for his historical work, yet he persevered in spite of all difficulties. In the end he really had something to show, volumes of military com- mentaries, essays on great generals and his- torical sketches, chiefly of the time of the French Republic. These writings may not all be perfectly accurate, but they show a won- derful memory and grasp of facts. The inac- curacies, indeed, are chiefly such as must result when a man writes without the proper documents and books to verify his statements. The Memoirs left by Napoleon, the many volumes of conversations collected by his friends on subjects of general interest, as well as those books that relate to the military pro- fession, show the wonderful strength of his mind. His temperate habits were, of course, a great help in carrying out the broad plans that he made for hard work. He took little wine, and then only used it as a medicine. 208 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Napoleon's hours for rising and going to bed were very irregular. Often on moonlight nights he would rise at three o'clock, and when at The Briars he would go to the gar- den before Toby was up, getting the key from the place where the old slave had hidden it. He would then have an early breakfast of fresh fruits. Not infrequently, in those early days of his stay at St. Helena, Betsy would see him in the early morning riding around the lawn on his beautiful horse Hope, and when she talked with him she would learn that already he had that day dictated a number of letters. Hope was the first horse Napoleon rode on the island, and it pleased him to think that this name was an augury. When it came to his bed hour, Napoleon's habits were most uncertain. Frequently, when he was restless, he would have Marchand read him to sleep. At times when he was ill he resented the doctor's efforts to get him to take medicine. He had original ideas on the best treatment of the sick, and believed strongly in the efficacy of the salt-water bath. LONG WOOD DAYS 209 However heterodox his views on any sub- ject, Napoleon seldom hesitated to express them, at least to those in whom he had con- fidence. "I have no faith whatever in medicine," said Napoleon one day to a very clever med- ical man who was on the island. "My own remedies are starvation and the warm bath. Churchmen," he added, "are often hypo- crites, because too much is expected of them. Politicians must have a conventional con- science, and soldiers are cut-throats and rob- bers. But surgeons are neither too good nor too bad; their mission is to benefit mankind, and they have opportunities to study human nature as well as science. I have a higher opinion of the surgical profession than of any other. The practice of the law," he concluded, "is too severe for poor human nature, for he who distorts truth and exults at the success of injustice at last will hardly know right from wrong." Napoleon liked sailors, and often talked with those who conducted fatigue parties around the island. 210 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR One day he asked the girls if they had met one active young reefer, who happened to be- long to a distinguished family. "He is one of the few combinations of high birth and intelligence I have ever seen." "We know him," was the reply, "and he is one of the most popular men in the ward- room. Oh, how funny he was when we first knew him!" added Betsy. "He was coming back from the Admiral's ball. We met an old cart, and he was surrounded by brother mid- dies, all shouting, 'Lord W.'s carriage stops the way.' Well, we couldn't get past, as the cart had been dragged inside the arch through which we were to pass. Afterwards this same young man had a narrow escape. He was rowing guard when hailed by sentry. On ac- count of the surf, the sentry could not hear him give the password, and so he fired among the crew." 'Yes, he can do anything. Sir Pultney Malcom put him in charge of the government farm, and said he had never seen such vege- tables produced on the sterile rocks of St. Helena." LONG WOOD DAYS 211 "Whatever British sailors take in hand," said Napoleon, "they never leave undone." A marble bust of the King of Rome was sent to Napoleon, probably by Maria Louisa. Napoleon gazed on it with proud satisfaction and he seemed pleased with the praises of Betsy and her mother. 'You ought to be proud to be the father of so beautiful a boy," said Mrs. Balcombe. Smiles lit Napoleon's face, and Betsy, child though she was, was impressed by his expres- sion of paternal fondness. The bust was of white marble and executed by Caracci, and it bore the names Napoleon Fran9ois Charles Joseph. The child was shown wearing the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor. It had been brought from Leghorn by the gunner of a ship bound to St. Helena, and although it had come so mysteriously, people generally understood that Maria Louisa herself had taken the trouble to have it sent in this way to Napoleon, her husband. "Now, come," said Madame Bertrand, after the sisters had spent some time admiring Na- poleon's gifts, "let me show you my presents;" 212 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR for the ship that had brought the bust brought things also to others of the French exiles. These were chiefly for Countess Ber- trand and Countess Montholon from Lady Holland, who often remembered them in this way. "La bonne Lady Holland," as Napoleon called her, was one of the few English women not afraid to show her sympathy with Napoleon and those who had followed him to St. Helena. He was very grateful for her attentions to him now when he was abandoned by the world. "All members of the family of Fox," he said, "abound in liberal, generous sentiments. Fox was sincere in his intentions, and had he lived England would not have been devastated by war. He was the only minister who rightly understood the interests of his country." To show that he had always appreciated Fox, Napoleon told of a visit that the latter with his wife paid to St. Cloud. By mistake he opened the door of a private room, and he was surprised to see there his own statue among those of distinguished citizens of the world, Hampden, Washington, Cicero, Lord Chatham and his son. LONG WOOD DAYS 213 The regulation that an officer must accom- pany him on his rides was a continued annoy- ance to Napoleon. At first he submitted, and rode off, painfully realizing that a representa- tive of his jailers constantly kept his eye on him. After a time he decided that he would not ride if he could not ride alone, and during the last four years of his life he was not on a horse. As he had depended on riding for ex- ercise during the greater part of his life, he now suffered from giving it up. He not only began to grow extremely stout, but his general health became poorer. It disturbed Napoleon greatly that the Eng- lish always addressed him as "General Bona- parte." The title " Emperor" would have been so barren on St. Helena that it is hard to understand why Napoleon should have cared much about it. He might easily have been as philosophic about this as he was about other things. Soon after his arrival Sir Hudson Lowe addressed a card of invitation to "General Bonaparte." "Send this card to General Bonaparte," said Napoleon to Count Bertrand. "The last 214 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR I heard of him was at the Pyramids and Mt. Tabor." Yet Napoleon was never happier, never better loved by the French people, than when, as General Bonaparte, he was received with the greatest enthusiasm on his return from his Italian campaign. The English, on their part, were foolish in objecting to the use of a title to which he once had had a perfect right, with all its power and dignity. Now, deprived of the substance, there was no reason for forbidding him the pleasure of treasuring the shadow. Sir George Cock- burn seems to have been almost childish in writing to Count Bertrand: "I have no cognizance of any Emperor being actually upon this island, or of any person possessing such dignity (as stated by you) having come here." Language like this was far more absurd than Napoleon's obstinacy on the subject. Even his good friend, Admiral Malcom, could not change his views. In the course of a conversation on the subject of letting him have the title "Emperor," Malcom said decidedly: "Still, it would be impossible to treat you as a sovereign." LONGWOOD DAYS 215 "Why, they might leave me my honors to amuse me. It would do no harm on this rock." "But you would have to be styled Emperor." "No; they could not do that. I have abdi- cated." "But you object to be called General." "That is because I am no longer a general, - not since I returned from Egypt, but why not call me * Napoleon ' ?" It was a long and painful discussion, and it did not end even with Napoleon's death. The British Government, since Napoleon was securely in its power, could have afforded to let him wear the title that had once been his by right, even though on St. Helena it would have shown itself an almost foolishly vain ornament. The foreign Commissioners were told by the countries that they represented to give him this title, but the Act of Parlia- ment dealing with the distinguished prisoner had called him "Napoleon Bonaparte," and this, or "General Bonaparte," he was to be to all who had dealings with him at St. Helena. Within his own circle and in this circle 216 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR the Balcombe family may be included he was ever "the Emperor." Napoleon often showed great kindness to the sick. For example, when a certain officer, Captain Meynell, was ill under Mr. Balcombe's roof at The Briars, Napoleon sent Cipriani, his maitre d'lwtel, daily to inquire about him, and seemed really concerned when he asked about him. Not long after he left The Briars, Betsy had a severe illness. When Napoleon heard of this he sent constantly to inquire for her, and the messenger usually brought her some delicacy made by Piron. Napoleon's kindness of heart was also shown by his attitude toward the Malay slave, named Toby, who had care of the beautiful garden at The Briars. When no one was in it the garden was kept locked and the key was left in Toby's hands. Toby and Napoleon speedily became friends, and the black man always spoke of the Emperor as "that good man, Bony." He always placed the key of the gar- den where Napoleon could reach it under the wicket. The black man was original and en- LONGWOOD DAYS 217 tertaining, and so autocratic that no one at The Briars ever disputed his authority. His story was rather pathetic. He had been enticed from his native place many years before, brought to St. Helena by the English, smuggled on shore and illegally sold as a slave, let out to whoever would hire him, and his earnings chiefly appropriated to his master. Napoleon perhaps recognized in Toby a kindred spirit, or at least felt a common bond in the fact that both had been brought unwillingly to the island. Certainly he liked him, and, when he had heard his story, wished to buy and free him. But for political reasons, when Mr. Balcombe made Napoleon's wishes known to Sir Hudson Lowe, he could not get his consent. Toby, however, was grateful to Napoleon for his wish to help him, and continued his devoted admirer. On going from The Briars, Napoleon presented Toby with twenty-nine napoleons and always inquired for his health. When Napoleon left The Briars, Toby often arranged bouquets and fruits to go to Long- wood, - "to that good man, Bony." Toby, from all accounts, was an attractive 218 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR fellow. His countenance had a frank and benevolent expression. His eyes were ani- mated and sparkling, his aspect not abject, but prepossessing. So at least he appeared to Betsy, and one day she was interested to hear Napoleon reflecting upon him: "What, after all, is a poor prisoner but a machine? As for poor Toby, he endures his misfortunes very quietly; he stoops to his work, and spends his days in innocent tran- quillity. This man, after all, had his family and his happiness and his liberty, and it was a horrible act of cruelty to bring him here to languish in the fetters of his slavery." Toby, however, was not the only slave on St. Helena. Not long after the first discovery of the island by the Portuguese, Juan Denova Castella, a nobleman, was exiled there for desertion and had to spend four years in complete solitude, except for a few slaves that he was allowed to have with him. The Por- tuguese did not colonize St. Helena, and after a time the Dutch held it for many years. When they had deserted it, the East India Company, with plenty of capital, took posses- sion and naturally fell back on slave labor to LONG WOOD DAYS 219 cultivate the fields. When the Dutch saw that St. Helena was likely to prove profitable to the English they tried to get it back again, but the effort was unsuccessful, and since 1666 it has been counted an English possession. At one time a law was passed restricting the importation of slaves, for the colonists had begun to fear that they might outnumber the Europeans. There was, however, an old law that every Madagascar ship should leave one slave to work the company's plantations. The slaves were often troublesome, but the cruelty with which they were treated was in- excusable. Probably many a poor creature on the island had been stolen from his home, just as we know poor Toby had been stolen. After the arrival of Sir Hudson Lowe, the new Governor reminded the people of St. Helena that their island was the last British possession to retain slavery. Various plans were proposed for doing away with it, and at last, at his suggestion, it was agreed that after Christmas Day, 1818, all children born of slave women should be considered free. Thus the great evil gradually ceased. This good action on the part of Sir Hudson 220 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Lowe that he helped gain freedom for the slaves made him no better liked by Na- poleon and his friends. From the first, indeed, the Governor was suspicious of Napoleon's friends, and the fear that they were plotting for Napoleon's escape was one of the reasons, probably, for the regulations that greatly an- noyed Napoleon. It seemed as if he wished Napoleon to be surrounded entirely by Eng- lish, for one of his early acts was to tell the French that they were at liberty to leave St. Helena whenever they wished. Every facility, he said, would be offered them to return to Europe. Had he known human nature better, Sir Hudson Lowe would have realized that persons who had given up so much to follow Napoleon would hardly desert him merely because conditions on the island did not suit them. At last, on one pretext or another, he con- trived to have several of Napoleon's attend- ants sent away, Santini, the clever little lamplighter, the jack-of-all-trades, who had so often amused Betsy's small brothers with his toys; Rousseau, his artificer; and Archam- baud, his coachman, whose reckless driving LONG WOOD DAYS 221 of the jaunting car always struck terror to Betsy's heart. Most important of all, however, was the departure of Count Las Cases, who had never failed to frown on Betsy's hoyden- ish pranks. With Count Las Cases went his son, the boy about whom Napoleon had loved to tease Betsy. It was before the end of Na- poleon's first year at Longwood that these two were sent away on the charge of bribing a young native of St. Helena to carry a letter to Europe for them. This would not have been a serious offence, except for the reason that the Governor had made a regulation that no letter should be sent to Europe without passing through his hands. For a time Las Cases and his son were in prison on the island. Later they were de- spatched to the Cape of Good Hope, where they were detained seven months and at last sent to England. "Let them take away all my Frenchmen," said Napoleon sadly, after the departure of Las Cases. "I do not want them." He especially missed Las Cases, since it was to him that he daily dictated the material for his Memoirs. 222 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Not long after the departure of Las Cases, Napoleon was greatly disturbed because the Governor would not let him receive a visit from a botanist just arrived from Europe, who was known lately to have seen Maria Louisa and the little King of Rome. Betsy sympa- thized with him in his indignation at this and other needless restrictions. Sometimes, however, she felt like laughing at him. "Where is the Emperor, where is the Em- peror?" she asked one morning, when staying at Longwood after a ball. At first no one could inform her, but at last someone said, "Go over there; he is building a ditch." Going in the direction indicated, the young girl found Napoleon superintending the build- ing of a trench that he was having constructed, so that he might have a place where he could walk unobserved. "Do not laugh!" he said, after Betsy had come upon him, standing with folded arms and downcast gaze. "Do not laugh! I must have a walk of my own, where no one can look at me when I go out." LONGWOOD DAYS 223 Even though she smiled, Betsy understood Napoleon's feeling. In his early days at The Briars, when he was permitted to walk out unattended, Napoleon was fond of strolling some distance from the cottage. Later when he could not go far without the watchful eye of an officer upon him, he almost gave up walking. At a certain hour of the afternoon, as it was known that he took a short walk along a straight path not far from the house, the curious often stationed themselves at a distance where they could observe him. On account of this annoying observation, Napo- leon conceived the plan of digging a ditch or trench. The ditch served at least one pur- pose: while it was digging it gave Napoleon plenty of occupation in directing the workmen. When it was finished it is said that he never used it as a promenade. His unwillingness to take exercise resulted in a serious illness. During this time Betsy and her sister did not see him, but whenever they met Dr. O'Meara they eagerly questioned him about their friend. "I would rather die at once than walk, as you prescribe." These were the words of Napoleon that Dr. O'Meara 224 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR reported to the sisters. "I have tried persua- sion of every kind, but I cannot get him to take exercise," he said, "although I have told him that this is the only thing that can possibly cure him. I urged him to let me call in another surgeon, so that if he should grow no better, too much blame need not fall on me, and what was his reply ? " Dr. O'Meara paused for a moment, and then repeated Napoleon's exact words: "If all the physicians in the world were collected, they would but repeat what you have already advised me to take constant exercise on horseback. I am well aware of the truth of what you say, but if I were to call in another surgeon, it would be like sending a physician to a starving man instead of giving him a loaf of bread. I have no objection to your making known to him my state of health, if it be any satisfaction to you; but I know that he will say, 'Exercise.' As long as this strict surveil- lance is enforced, I will never stir." In vain Dr. O'Meara repeated his ar- guments. Napoleon had but one reply, "Would you have me render myself liable to insult from the sentries surrounding my LONG WOOD DAYS 225 house, as Madame Bertrand was, some days ago?" "Jane," said Betsy, who always saw the funny side of things, "what a fine carica- ture this would have made for the London print shops Napoleon stopped at the gates by a sentinel, charging him with a fixed bayonet! How the Londoners would laugh! No, I don't blame Napoleon for staying in- doors." But when Betsy saw the Emperor after this illness, her heart was filled with pity. His skin was a waxy yellow and his cheeks hung in deep pouches. His ankles were terribly swollen, and he could not stand without the support of a table on one side and the shoulder of an attendant on the other. As Betsy looked at him, tears fell from her eyes and she could hardly keep from sobbing aloud. "Ah!" said Napoleon kindly. "Do not cry, Mees Betsee. I am almost well and the good O'Meara will surely cure me." Upon this Betsy became more cheerful, but later, when they were out of the Emperor's hearing, Mrs. Balcombe shook her head sor- 226 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR rowfully, as she turned to Betsy, saying, "He has the stamp of death on his brow." Had Napoleon been less obstinate, within the eight miles of enclosure allotted him he might certainly have taken enough exercise of various kinds to preserve his health. CHAPTER XIV THE PARTING AT last the time came when Napoleon and his young neighbor must part. The health of Betsy's mother, Mrs. Bal- combe, was not good, and the family decided to go home to England. Mr. Balcombe ob- tained six months' leave, but, although the family professed to expect to return, in their secret hearts they felt that they were bidding good-bye to St. Helena. A day or two before sailing Betsy and Jane went over to Longwood to say farewell to Napoleon. They found him in the billiard- room, as usual, surrounded by books. There was sadness in his voice as he talked about their departure. "I hope your mother's health will soon be restored," he said. "Give her my kindest re- gards and best wishes for the journey. Soon you will be sailing away towards England, 228 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR leaving me to die on this miserable rock. Look at those dreadful mountains they are my prison walls. You will soon hear that the Emperor Napoleon is dead." At these melancholy words the emotional Betsy burst into tears and Jane's eyes grew moist. Betsy sobbed as if her heart would break, and Napoleon, greatly moved, tried to comfort her. Betsy felt for her handkerchief, only to find that she had left it in her side- saddle pocket. So Napoleon, holding his own toward her, said, "Take it, and keep it in remembrance of this sad day." The sisters went the rounds of Longwood, bidding good-bye to all that was dear to them. Later they dined with Napoleon, but Betsy was still so overcome with grief that she could hardly swallow. "Take some bonbons," said Napoleon kindly. "I cannot," she cried. "My throat has a swelling, and I cannot eat!" When at last they were ready to go, the Emperor embraced the two sisters with great affection. "Do not forget me!" he said. "I thank THE PARTING 229 you for your kindness and friendship, and all my happy hours in your society." The two sisters could hardly reply. "Mees Betsee," he added, after a moment's pause, "what would you like to have in remembrance ? " "A lock of your hair," sobbed the young girl, "better than anything else." "Marchand shall bring the scissors, then;" and the devoted Marchand, promptly obey- ing, severed four locks for the four older members of the Balcombe family. Not long before they left, Napoleon in a conversation with Mr. Balcombe said: "I fear that your resignation of your em- ployment in this island is caused by the quar- rels and annoyances drawn upon you by the relation established between your family and Longwood, in consequence of the hospitality which you showed on my first arrival in St. Helena. I would not wish you to regret having known me." Although Mr. Balcombe did not exactly confirm what Napoleon said about the reason for his withdrawal from St. Helena, he knew that to a great extent it was true. For a long 230 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR time Sir Hudson Lowe had been dissatisfied with the intimacy existing between Napoleon and the Balcombes. While he admitted that he had no tangible cause for complaint, he was constantly watching for one, and was always ready to call Mr. Balcombe to ac- count for what he considered partiality for the illustrious exile. As the Governor himself put it, he was not without suspicion that his relations with Longwood were not limited to the ostensible duties of his office. The Gov- ernor at this time was very suspicious of Dr. O'Meara, and as Mr. Balcombe and he were intimate friends, the former was naturally regarded also with disfavor. More than once had Betsy's careless be- havior drawn a reprimand upon her father. But for the Governor's feeling against him, Mr. Balcombe and his family might have been on St. Helena during the last sad days of Napoleon. As it was, they went back to England the middle of March, 1818, little more than three years before Napoleon's death. Their ship was the Winchelsea store-ship, on its way from China, and on the same vessel went THE PARTING 231 General Gorgaud, the bachelor of Napoleon's suite, a pompous, though brave man, for whom Betsy had no especial liking. General Gorgaud knew that he would never return to St. Helena. Mr. Balcombe had obtained a six months' leave from his official duties, but he, too, may have felt as the vessel sailed away that he was unlikely ever again to look upon its frowning walls. As to Betsy, Napoleon's young neighbor, the tears that fell from her eyes when she said her last good-bye to the Emperor were not the last that she shed for him. As the years went by she ever listened eagerly to all the news that came from St. Helena, until the final mournful tidings in the early summer of 1821, that Napoleon had died on the fifth of May. "I am sure," said Betsy long afterwards, "after seeing Napoleon in every possible mood and in his most unguarded moments, I know that the idea of acting a part never entered his head. I had the most complete conviction of his want of guile, and the thorough good- ness and amiability of his heart." Betsy was a keen observer of human nature, 232 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR and another of her judgments is worth re- membering: "That this impression of his amiability and goodness was common to al- most all who approached him is proved by the devotion of his followers at St. Helena. They had then nothing more to expect from him, and only entailed misery on themselves by adhering to his fortunes." It is indeed a fact worth remembering, that Napoleon's suite, in spite of the fact that to a great extent Napoleon obliged them to prac- tise the rigid etiquette of a court, were all devoted to him. It is true that they had to stand in his presence and in certain ways keep up a ceremony that seemed absurd in an establishment as simple as that of Long- wood; but there were many hours of relaxa- tion. In these hours of relaxation Napoleon played cards with his friends, or chess, or - after he went to Longwood --billiards. He was fond of reading aloud, and not infre- quently favored his friends with a long read- ing. Sometimes he indulged in declamation, for he was rather proud of the fact that he had learned something of this art from the great Talma. In his later years at Longwood THE PARTING 233 he devised ways of getting his needed exercise indoors and worked almost too vigorously at gardening. An old St. Helena newspaper has an ac- count of his exertions in his garden, not long before his death, which has a pathos of its own: "A few weeks before his death the Emperor labored with a spade in his garden so long and so severely as to be faint with fatigue. Some one suggested the probable in- jury to his health. 'No,' said he, 'it cannot injure my health; that is lost beyond all hope. It will but shorten my days." The disease from which Napoleon died was one that he had inherited from his father, - one, indeed, for which there is no cure. So it cannot be said with certainty that his life might have been prolonged if he had been more careful to get enough, and only enough, of the right kind of exercise. Yet though his life may have had to run in its natural course, his last years would have been much happier if there had been no friction between him and the Governor of St. Helena. The last three years of Napoleon's life were undoubtedly the loneliest he had known. He 234 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR missed Las Cases, Gorgaud, the Balcombes, and O'Meara, whom the Governor was at last able to get out of the way. Napoleon kept himself busy with his gardening and his books, and when, in 1819, the Government began to build a new house for him, he spent much time watching its progress, although with true forebodings he often said that he should never live to occupy it. He still refused to take exercise, and once in a fit of depression stayed in the house for three months. Thus his health continued to suffer and he grew stout and clumsy. When he did go out he was apt to drive around the eight miles of his enclosure at breakneck speed, in a carriage drawn by six horses. In October, 1820, he sent word to Sir William Doveton that he would be glad to breakfast with him. Sir William was, of course, happy to receive his distinguished guest, and break- fast was served on the lawn to Napoleon and Generals Bertrand and Montholon. The breakfast in the society of Sir William Dove- ton and his family passed off pleasantly, and Napoleon started to walk home. Unluckily he had not the strength to carry out his good THE PARTING 235 intentions, and on the way back to Longwood he had to stop at a cottage by the way to rest, while his carriage was sent for. Betsy would have been glad, if the fact had ever come to her ears, to learn that in his last year or two Napoleon had another little friend who to a certain degree could fill the place in his affections always ready for children. This was the young daughter of a soldier of the garrison, little Julia, nine years old, who was intelligent and companionable. When he knew that Julia was coming to see him, Napoleon always had fruits and sweetmeats ready for her. Not long before he died he hung a gold watch and chain around Julia's neck, saying, "Wear this for my sake." On the cover he had scratched an inscription with his penknife, "The Emperor to his little friend Julia." When she visited him they sat or walked in the garden, and Napo- leon found some amusement in giving her drawing lessons from nature. One fine morn- ing in April, when Julia appeared, Napoleon invited her inside the house where the break- fast table was laid. Standing by the table, he filled her little basket with fruit and sweet 236 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR things, and at last put a bottle of wine in the basket, saying, "For your father to drink my health in." Alas! it was too late for any one to wish Napoleon good health. Not long after he had suggested the toast for Julia's father, he had to go to bed. Whatever others thought, he was sure that he would never rise. He prob- ably knew that the end was near. The very end came suddenly, and many on St. Helena, who had not known of the seriousness of his condition, were greatly surprised to hear of his death on the fifth of May. Before the funeral Napoleon's body lay in state, and naval and military officers and many others were permitted to view it. When Sir Hudson Lowe looked at Napoleon imme- diately after his death, he was impressed by the nobility of the dead man's expression. "His face in death," he wrote to Lord Bath- urst, "was the most beautiful I have ever seen." Yet even to the dead Napoleon the Governor maintained the same attitude as to the living, for when it came to the question of the inscription to be placed on the Em- peror's coffin, he would not permit the simple THE PARTING 237 "Napoleon" with dates and places of birth and death, but insisted that in addition it should bear the surname "Bonaparte." British soldiers carried Napoleon from the house to the car that was to bear him to the burial place; but the horses that drew the car were four that had belonged to the late Em- peror. Orders had been issued to conduct his funeral as that of a general of the highest rank. In consequence the left side of the road from Longwood to the grave was lined with troops. It was a solemn and impressive pro- cession that moved along as escort, paying the last earthly honors to Napoleon, on whose coffin lay his sword and the mantle of Marengo. Napoleon had always wished to be buried in France, but toward the end of his life, when it seemed unlikely that his wish could be gratified, he gave directions as to the spot in St. Helena that he preferred. This was a romantic and picturesque enclosure in a ra- vine not very far from Longwood. Often, when out walking, the Emperor had stopped there to quench his thirst at a small spring. The little valley was shaded with Norfolk pines, firs, and other trees, and here, near the 238 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR spring, under the shade of two great willow trees, Napoleon's body was laid to rest. As it was lowered into the grave three discharges from eleven pieces of musketry were fired. As his sorrowing attendants turned away, how overwhelmingly sad must the reflections of the two of Napoleon's personal suite have been! Only Montholon and Bertrand were there at the last, though Marchand and other attendants still remained. Montholon, when a boy of ten, had known Napoleon in Corsica, and Bertrand had long been one of his offi- cers, "the best engineer officer I have ever known," said Napoleon. Now their years of faithful devotion were at an end. With heavy hearts they turned their backs on the lonely grave under the willow trees and soon they sailed away to the great world, their hearts filled with memories of Napoleon. Nineteen years after Napoleon's death a French frigate, La Belle Poule, commanded by the Prince of Joinville, arrived off James- town. The wheel had turned, and the friends and admirers of Napoleon were on top. Even Great Britain was not unwilling that THE PARTING 239 the dead Napoleon should have the honor that was his due. The frigate had come for the body of Napoleon to give it proper honors in France. On La Belle Poule were Count Bertrand, his son Arthur, born at St. Helena, General Gorgaud, the young Las Cases, and the faithful Marchand. The body of Napoleon was taken from the tomb under the willow trees and borne back to France. Every one knows of the magnificent funeral given their dead hero by the impulsive French. Every one has heard how countless throngs filled the streets of Paris, how the military display has seldom been equalled, as the catafalque, preceded by a riderless horse, went slowly along the tree-lined boulevards. The wonderful tomb of Napoleon in the Hotel des Invalides is known to many, but there are few in comparison who have visited the little enclosure at the bottom of the deep ravine where the Emperor's body lay for a score of years. Yet, in the days of wooden ships, when St. Helena was the place where captains had to call to re-provision their vessels, many a passenger on going ashore hastened to Napo- leon's grave, and while the world stands the 240 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR secluded valley will continue to claim the interest of Napoleon's admirers. The vault itself is now covered with a broad, flat stone, without inscription, and its cemented surface is cracked in places. There is a hedge around the fence and a sentry box at the entrance of the enclosure. Here there is a notice to the effect that the grave is now the property of the French Republic, and in the sentry box an attendant keeps a book and registers the names of all who visit the spot where once lay the body of Napoleon. CHAPTER XV THE PANORAMA WHO can blame Betsy for being heavy- hearted on that day in early spring when she sailed away from St. Helena, toward the colder country that was her real home ? Even though her parents and her brothers and sister were with her, she felt that she was leaving behind much that was dear. She loved the lonely, mountainous island where she had lived so long. She believed that no other flowers or fruits could equal those produced on its tropical soil. She felt that no new friends could compare with those from whom she had just parted. More than this, although she tried to per- suade herself that in the future she might revisit St. Helena, she could hardly believe that when that day arrived, Napoleon would still be there to receive her with his accus- tomed cordiality. 242 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Indeed, as a true friend of the Emperor's, Betsy could scarcely wish to find him there on that indefinite day of her return, since that would mean long-continued captivity for him. Rather, if she hoped to see him again, the young girl more probably imagined that after no very long time some change in the senti- ments of those in power might result in freeing him from his galling bondage. Though we to-day may not be certain just what form Betsy's thoughts took on that mo- notonous homeward voyage, we can be sure that Napoleon had no small part in them. Al- ready she knew the chief facts in his meteoric career ; and her vivid fancy must have brought before her many scenes in which he had had part. Like Betsy; you and I may see the panorama of Napoleon's life unfold in a series of pictures melting into one another, some clearer than the others, yet all leaving an ineffaceable impression. First, there is the thin, pale, serious-eyed boy running half wild over the hills of his native Corsica. He is an affectionate brother this young Napoleon to the six younger THE PANORAMA 243 brothers and sisters, and a close companion of Joseph, only a year older. He is devoted to his high-spirited and energetic mother, once the beautiful Letitia Ramolino, whose life, since her marriage, has been so hard. He is dutiful to his father, the improvident, though ambitious Charles Marie de Buona- parte. Yet, although dutiful, he resents his father's lack of patriotism in seeking favors from the Frenchmen in authority in Corsica, for the boy, born only a year after Corsica had passed under French rule, had small love for those outsiders who had made it impossible for his native island to gain inde- pendence. One of our pictures would show us Na- poleon, a timid boy in the military school at Brienne, where his father had secured a place for him by showing he was of noble descent. The boy works hard at his tasks, his teachers commend his industry, while call- ing him reserved and obstinate. The young Napoleon is not happy in the society of his one hundred and twenty fellow- pupils, who, like himself, are supported by the Government at Brienne. They are largely 244 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR the sons of poor nobles vain and indolent and they love to tease the timid boy. "I am tired of poverty and the jeers of in- solent scholars. If fortune refuses to smile upon me, take me from Brienne, and make me if you will a mechanic." In spite of this letter, the father wisely keeps the little boy at Brienne, and gradually he makes friends, espe- cially among the teachers. "I have seen a spark here which cannot be too carefully cultivated," writes the aged Chevalier de Keralio, an inspector of the school, who is anxious to have Napoleon sent to the military school at Paris. Our pictures are now painted in somewhat brighter colors. For although at Paris the young Napoleon is not perfectly contented, he knows that he is on the way to a modest independence. He is surrounded by foolish young men with whose extravagance he cannot keep up. But only his sympathetic sister Elizabeth at St. Cyr hears him complain of the difficulties that beset him. Napoleon is naturally happier when at the early age of sixteen he finds himself a second THE PANORAMA 245 lieutenant in the army. He rejoices at the prospect of helping his family out of his meagre income of less than two hundred and fifty dollars a year. But his responsibility is suddenly increased when Charles Bonaparte, his father,, dies. The family is worse off than before, and when Joseph cannot straighten out their tangled affairs, Napoleon decides to undertake the task. After eight years of absence we see Napo- leon on leave from his regiment, returning to Corsica. He has hard work before him. There are four little children under nine, Louis, Pauline, Caroline, and Jerome, at home with their widowed mother. There are two, Lucien and Elizabeth, away at school. Only Joseph and Napoleon are on their feet, and on Napoleon, the stronger character, falls the brunt of the burden. When the young lieutenant goes back to the army he takes Louis with him. He tutors him in mathematics, he shares his all with him. He deprives himself of many things really necessary to his position in order to help his family. "I breakfast on dry bread," he writes. He 46 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR stints himself for his family, he stints himself still further to have a little money for the books that he needs. The claims of the family are pressing. Again Napoleon has leave of absence. In Corsica he tries in vain to get something for his mother from what is left of their property, from salt works, from a mulberry plantation belonging to the estate. It is five or six years since the death of Charles Bonaparte c Napoleon has been away from his post too long. In 1792, after an absence from his regiment of fifteen months, he loses his place in the army. The picture now before us is a dark one. The young man is discouraged. Hardly knowing where to turn, he drifts toward Paris. For two or three years he has been uncertain which side to take in the Revolution on which France is entering. Many things incline him toward the King's party. He is in Paris on that memorable June 10 when the King is deposed. He sees the terrible events of the 10th of August. While he sympathizes with the King, he perceives that the great question is one of the nation rather than the individual. THE PANORAMA 847 Intelligent young men are greatly needed in the army. Napoleon's ability is known. He receives a captain's commission, signed by the King, though really given by the Revo- lutionary Government. Soon he is at Toulon, where, by acting on his advice, the French drive the English from the harbor in Decem- ber, 1793. The young man's prospects are brightening. There are only a few shadows on the picture. A revolution in Corsica drives his family to France, and while he feels his responsibility, Napoleon cannot yet do much for them. Napoleon's talents impress all who come in contact with him. The time approaches when he is to reap the reward for all his years of patient study. Young Robespierre calls at- tention to his transcendent merit. Though he is not a Terrorist, he has many friends in the party, and after the fall of Robespierre the young Corsican spends nearly a fortnight in prison. Once more he loses his place in the army, in which he has been commissioned General. Discouraged, with nothing to do in Paris, he thinks of accepting an office from the Sultan. But Fortune is soon to favor him 248 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR again. Not so very long after his release from prison we gaze on a thrilling scene. It is the 13th Vendeniiaire, year III, or Octo- ber 15, 1795. The Directory under which the Government of France is now carried on has to face a revolt of the people and the National Guardo General Barras, who had observed Napoleon's great ability at Toulon, summons the young officer to help the Directory. Napo- leon orders the artillery to sweep the Sections. By this use of cannon, with fearful slaughter, the smaller force of the Government conquers the uprising. Next day Napoleon is men- tioned by the Commander-in-Chief for his dis- tinguished services, and shortly he becomes General-in-Chief of the Army of the Interior. Picture after picture passes quickly before us, and always Napoleon is in the foreground. We see him now for the first time really enjoy- ing society. The brusque and rather timid young officer is lionized in the drawing-room of Madame Tallien. There he meets the beautiful Josephine, widow of Alexandre de Beauharnais, and soon asks her to many him. It is said that Napoleon first became inter- ested in Josephine through her sending her THE PANORAMA 249 son Eugene to ask him to secure for him the sword of his father who had been put to death during the Reign of Terror. But whether the story is true or not, certainly Napoleon always has the greatest affection for Eugene and his sister Hortense. Napoleon's family are now in Paris. They share equally in the prosperity that has come to him. He lavishes on his mother all that she will accept. It pains him that neither she nor his brothers and sisters are pleased with his marriage. Two days after the wedding, Napoleon leaves Josephine to cross the Apennines as Commander-in-Chief of the Army of Italy. We see the Italians running before those whom they had contemptuously called the "rag heroes." The French win victory after vic- tory. Arcola, Lodi, Milan eighteen pitched battles, forty-seven smaller engagements. Everywhere Napoleon is the idol, not only of his own soldiers, but of a large number of Italians, who hope through him to gain political liberty. When, after the Treaty of Campo Formio, Napoleon returns to Paris in December, 1797, France is at his feet, rejoicing in the glory 250 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR that comes to her through victories, rejoicing in the treasures of art that the young con- queror had brought back to adorn the Paris museums. The scene changes Napoleon is setting out for Egypt. He hopes to weaken England by attacking her power in the East. He hopes to strengthen himself in the eyes of the French by winning new victories. For idolized though he is by the French people, he realizes their fickleness, and he knows that the Direct- ory is jealous of him. This expedition has not the brilliancy of the Italian campaign. He does not succeed in disabling the British, the French fleet meets fearful disaster. On land the French army suffers terribly from pesti- lence. But Napoleon has many scientific men with him on this expedition, and science gains greatly by this Egyptian campaign. Then by chance he learns that there is the utmost political discontent in France. Almost secretly he sails away from Egypt. We see him in Paris by the middle of October, 1799. His enemies are astonished. But Napoleon's hour has come. The famous coup d'etat follows, and in less than two months after his THE PANORAMA 251 return from Egypt, Napoleon has become temporary Dictator of France. His title is First Consul, but many shake their heads and murmur that Napoleon, instead of serving the term prescribed by law, means to make him- self Consul for life. Yet whatever Napoleon's ambitions may be, it is clear that France needs a strong man at the head of the Government. Then as we observe the clear eye and firm bearing of the young Corsican, it is evident that no one abler than he can be found to direct the work of upbuilding the country. Our picture of France shows no longer a scene of confusion, of chaos, although much must be done before the Republic can hold her own except in war with other great nations. Napoleon is tired of war, but those Powers to whom he suggests peace are not ready to accept his overtures. They are more willing to listen to him after his Austrian campaign, when Marengo and Luneville are added to the French victories. The Peace of Amiens gives Europe a breath- ing spell for no one believes that this peace will last forever. 252 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Perhaps among all our pictures of Napoleon there is hardly one more pleasing than this of his First Consulate, when we see him walking among his gorgeously attired officers, notice- able for the simplicity of his attire. For in spite of the example of extravagant dress set by others, he is content with the plain uniform of a colonel of grenadiers or of the light infantry. "His address is the finest I have ever seen," writes one who meets him at this time, "and said by those who have travelled to exceed not only every Prince and Potentate now in being, but even all those whose memory has come down to us. ... While he speaks, his features are still more expressive than his words." This is the Napoleon whom Betsy knew - this man whose simple, pleasing manners drew every one to him every one at least whom he wished to attract. Had he cared to make the effort he might even have won Sir Hudson Lowe. For in those earlier days, before his down- fall, many an Englishman, with a deeply rooted prejudice against Napoleon, on visiting Paris, like the writer of the above, found his preju- dices melt away like snow in summer. CHAPTER XVI THE LAST PICTURES OUR pictures change little as they show the next stage of Napoleon's progress. For when in the summer of 1801 he is made Consul for life, he appears still to be the same ardent lover of liberty that he was when he became First Consul. He is still the idol of the French people as well he may be for what ruler has ever done so much for them ? When once things are in his own hands he codifies the laws, gives security to all forms of religion, and organizes the educational system of France. He does everything possible for the rebuilding of the state. He regulates taxes, that the burden may fall equitably on all classes. He helps manufactures of every kind. He proves himself a masterly road-builder. He establishes museums, and orders the con- struction of great public buildings. In peace he seems to be greater even than he has shown 254 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR himself in war. He encourages literature, art, and music, and makes Paris so beautiful that its citizens are justified in their pride. He surrounds himself with capable men. In no way does he more clearly show his own superiority than by letting it be seen that he is free from jealousy. He is always ready to reward publicly those who help him in any of his undertakings. Not all Napoleon's plans are carried out during his Consulship, but they are begun with such vigor that no one doubts that they will be completed. The country is the better for his firm hand. Yet in some ways we admired him more in his earlier years. His ambition now casts a shadow that should warn him that the middle way is the best. In one way at least Napoleon's ambitions do not get the better of him. As he ad- vances in power he does not forget old friends. They share his prosperity, these schoolmates and associates of his earlier years. They are given honors that some of them find it hard to wear gracefully. "Here we are at the Tuileries," he exclaims to an old friend, when made Consul for life. "We must remain here." THE LAST PICTURES 255 In the short breathing spell made possible by the Peace of Amiens, France accomplishes more in all directions than the other countries of Europe. Yet those whose sight is clearest may, perhaps, see a cloud likely to deepen and blur the picture. Does it come from England, now making great efforts to gather her strength for a long contest ? Or does the growing ambition of Napoleon mean the overthrow of the very things he is working for ? Though the gorgeous spectacle of the Im- perial Coronation in the great Cathedral has seldom been surpassed, we incline to turn away from it. It had been better for Napoleon to remain First Consul rather than to make himself Emperor. His plain gray suit became him better than this trailing cloak of purple velvet embroidered in gold and trimmed with ermine. We recognize the golden bees, and the insignia of the Legion of Honor, but the diamond collar and the great Pitt diamond blazing in the pommel of his sword seem un- suited to the young Corsican who once de- lighted in simplicity. The laurel wreath that he first wears suits him better than the Im- perial crown that he takes from the hands of 256 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR the Pope and places on his own head. But the Pope has anointed him, and Napoleon is now Emperor of that shadowy Holy Roman Empire, for which in the past rivers of blood have been shed. Is Napoleon really happier now than when he roamed, a fearless boy, over the rough hills of Corsica ? Is Josephine as contented wearing the crown of an Empress as she was wander- ing light-hearted in the forests of Martinique ? Josephine is indeed fond of jewels and beautiful clothes, and nothing could be more splendid than her coronation robe of white satin and silver and gold, with its ornaments of pearls and diamonds. But Josephine has a long memory. She often recalls the poverty of her childhood, of her early married life. When Empress she tells one of the ladies in attendance on her that no present ever made her happier than a pair of shoes given her for Hortense, her little daughter, who otherwise would have had to go barefoot part of her voyage from Martinique to France. Josephine is a sensible woman. She is not ashamed of her early poverty. Like Napoleon she had suffered during the Revolution and THE LAST PICTURES 257 had even for a time been thrown into prison. Like Napoleon she, too, had sometimes not known when she should get her next meal. She had even had to borrow money to pay her rent. She had suffered everything, when the execution of her first husband, Alexandre de Beauharnais, during the Reign of Terror, had left her and her two children destitute. All the circumstances of her past life may not have flashed before Josephine's mind at the moment of the Coronation. Yet it is not improbable that wearing the crown and realiz- ing the responsibilities of her new position, she may have sighed for a day of freedom from care, such as she had known in Mar- tinique. On that December day in 1805 when Na- poleon puts on the Imperial crown more than three years have passed since England signed the short-lived Peace of Amiens. The war that is now renew r ed between France and England is to continue until Waterloo. As Emperor, however, Napoleon seems to be master of Europe. All the European courts, except England, Russia, and Sweden, acknowl- edge his new title. 258 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR So we turn to a new picture. It is the eve of Austerlitz. Napoleon walks among the soldiers, who are resting in camp, awaiting the struggle. When his men recognize him, they surround him, they rush ahead of him, holding aloft long poles on which are fastened burning wisps of straw. "It is the anniversary of the Coronation," they shout as they light his way. The next day when they measure their strength with Russia and Austria, the soldiers of the Empire are victorious. Another scene now stands out vividly. Alexander of Russia is coming to meet Napoleon. At Tilsit on a raft in the river Niemen the two Emperors greet each other with a kiss. "I hate the English as much as you," cries the impulsive Alexander. "I will be your second in all that you do against them." The next day we see the King of Prussia arriving half-heartedly at Tilsit. Friedland has done its work, and for the time Prussia is humbled. Brilliant though the panorama of Napoleon's life is after Tilsit, we view with wonder rather than approval the striking pictures as they THE LAST PICTURES 59 present themselves one by one. We observe the wild enthusiasm of the French people for their Emperor after Ulm and Austerlitz and Hohenlinden. Even the battle of Trafalgar - a victory for England does not dampen their aftlor. But Napoleon himself grows careful, and tries to keep from the army the news of his loss on the sea. Prussia is humbled, Austria wishes to make terms, Napoleon has some successes in Spain, and he hopes to injure England. Though we may not discover this at first, his interference in the affairs of Spain hastens the Emperor's downfall. Although he suc- ceeds in having his brother Joseph made King of Spain, he cannot keep him on the throne. His ambition increases. His family try to persuade him to divorce Josephine, that he may strengthen himself by a second marriage with some royal princess. We look at the family group of the Bona- partes. With Napoleon at the height of his power, we count the titles. Joseph, at first King of Naples, is King of Spain; Louis, King of Holland; Jerome, King of Westphalia; Lucien, a Prince of the 260 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR Empire, later repudiates the title ; Eliza, Grand Duchess of Tuscany; Pauline, Princess Bor- ghese; and Caroline is Queen of Naples; Josephine's daughter, Hortense, is Queen of Holland; and Eugene, her son, is a Prince. Old Madame Bonaparte, the devoted mother, is not sure that the glory of the family will last forever. Of the treasures lavished on her by Napoleon, she puts aside a portion that may be of service when the possible rainy day comes. Josephine is the idol of the French people. But Bonaparte ambition extends even to them. In these uncertain days France might be stronger if its Emperor were free to marry into a Royal family. We note Josephine's anxiety as she studies Napoleon. But she sees no change in his love for her children. Eugene is his adopted heir. Hortense is married to Napoleon's brother Louis. Josephine hopes that those who advise the Royal Alliance may not prevail. Her tears are useless, and when Napoleon decides she has to yield. The first of April, 1810, less than five years from the date of the Coronation, Napoleon is THE LAST PICTURES 261 the centre of another brilliant ceremony. This is the day of his marriage with Maria Louisa, daughter of the Emperor of Austria. A year later fickle Paris is in a state of feverish excitement over the birth of the King of Rome. Napoleon, rejoicing in his little son, seems at the height of his power. Looking at Napoleon now, we must admit that he has become an autocrat. Yet he is not a despot in the ordinary sense. Though he may like power in itself, for what it brings to him, he cares still for the prosperity of France. The country needs his strong guid- ance. Outside of France he has enemies on all sides. While he does not admit it, things are against him in Spain; and then, as if losing his head, he decides to march into Russia. The Emperor of Russia is now his bitter enemy. The kiss of Tilsit was soon wiped away. If we could, we would close our eyes to the next terrible scene. Before us marches the best of the young manhood of France - hundreds of thousands of men to a certain death. Here is the greatest army of the time, and at Borodino we see "the bloodiest 262 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR fight of the century." For the French the victory is almost worse than a defeat, since they are thus beguiled farther into Russia. No one can paint adequately the horrors of that bitter campaign. Of the hundreds of thousands who had crossed the Niemen a few months earlier, only twenty thousand frost- bitten spectres stagger again over the bridge in the middle of December. Napoleon's thoughts are gloomy enough as he rides desperately back to France, leaving his fragment of an army in charge of Murat. No one envies him now, with the world against him. Soon he hears that Joseph has been driven from Spain. Already he feels the strength of the coalition formed to overthrow him. Does he realize that Austria is no longer his friend that Prussia is ready to fall upon him? All Germany is waking to new life, and to a great extent its energy is the result of the teachings of Napoleon himself. We see him struggling to hold his own, un- willing to admit that he has lost anything. There is likely to be discontent in France. The flower of French youth has gone with the army, and there are hardly men enough to till THE LAST PICTURES 263 the ground. We glance hastily at the passing pictures. The victory at Dresden is more than balanced by the disasters at Kulm and Leipzig. The campaign of 1813 is fatal to Napoleon, who still trusts to his star. So we pass on to the last scenes of the panorama. It is a Sunday in January, 1814. Napoleon is in Paris, intending in a few days to go to the front. He and the Empress are holding a reception at the Tuileries, and there is a brilliant throng in the great salon. All eyes are on the Emperor and Empress as they enter the apartment. Napoleon holds by the hand a fair-haired boy of three, the little King of Rome. The child wears the uniform of the National Guard of Paris. Courtiers, crowding around the group, bow and smile. But as he scans their faces with his keen eye, Na- poleon reads who are his enemies, who his friends. There are many officers of the National Guard present, and it is to them perhaps that the Emperor especially addresses himself. "Gentlemen," he cries, "I am about to set out for the army. I intrust to you what I 864 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR hold dearest in the world my wife and my son." Although those present do not dream that the end of Napoleon's reign is so near, they show great emotion. Tears fall and sobs are heard on all sides as his appeal reaches their hearts. Many of those present at the Tuileries this afternoon even those nearest him will never see Napoleon again. In less than two days the Emperor bids his last farewell to Maria Louisa and their little son. The Empress is to be Regent during his absence. Joseph is appointed Lieutenant of France. Then we look on the sad picture of Na- poleon's last campaign, when he meets his match in the dogged Blucher. Before the end of February, Napoleon has to admit that he is conquered. He accepts the terms made by the Allies. They give him the island of Elba for a time, with money enough to keep up a certain small grandeur. Pensions are provided for Maria Louisa and the King of Rome, and even for the other Bonapartes. It is a curious spectacle Napoleon amus- ing himself with Elba, as if it were a big THE LAST PICTURES 265 toy. One day he increases his standing army, the next he annexes a neighboring island. His mother and some of his family are with him, but Maria Louisa has returned to her father with the little King of Rome. But Napoleon and his friends have been making their plans, and we are dazzled, as the world was then, by his rapid march across France, by the demonstrations of his soldiers and the vigor of the short, sharp campaign and the greatness of Wellington's victory. Yet Quatre Bras and Waterloo are soon over- shadowed by the rock of St. Helena. Betsy Balcombe, Napoleon's young neigh- bor, well knew the story of Napoleon. She could see as plainly as we can to-day the pictures revealed in the panorama of his life. Perhaps she stood too near him, perhaps she was too young to draw the lesson that we of to-day draw from his meteoric career. Perhaps her sympathy for him in all that he had to bear at St. Helena blinded her to the fact that he was himself to a certain extent to blame for his own downfall. He reached too far, his ambition was too great. As First Consul, depending on the votes of the people, 266 NAPOLEON'S YOUNG NEIGHBOR he might have been stronger than he was as Emperor. The good that he did France was fairly balanced by the fearful loss of life in his long wars. Napoleon's one thought was to carry out his own plans without counting the cost in men. Yet putting aside the question of the vast loss of life in his wars and the sorrow that resulted, we may see that his career was not wholly bad for Europe. Although ambition and selfishness may have prompted much that he did, he really wished to promote the welfare of France. To-day that country is farther ahead than would have been possible but for Napoleon. Many of the institutions that have most advanced her originated with the First Emperor. Other countries besides France benefited by Na- poleon's energy. He showed several of them how to realize their ideals of independence. It is true that the constitutions he gave to various states of Europe as well as to France after his downfall were for a time cancelled. Still, in the end, his ideas prevailed, and ex- cept for Napoleon not only a French Republic would have been slower in establishing itself, THE LAST PICTURES 267 but also a free Italy, and even a United Germany might have arrived less quickly. The sadness of Napoleon's last years modi- fied the judgments of many who had been his bitter enemies. His personal charm made those who knew him forget the general self- ishness of his whole career. Yet in weighing all that can be said for and against him, it would be unfair to have the balance against him. That Napoleon whom Betsy Balcombe knew at The Briars fun-loving and consid- erate of those about him was as truly Napoleon as the man before whom many had trembled whom his enemies had so criticised - to look at him as his young neighbor looked at him is to understand a little the secret of his influence. 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