Napoleon and Blucher   By: Luise Mühlbach (1814-1873)

NAPOLEON IN GERMANY

NAPOLEON AND BLUCHER

An historical Novel

BY

L MUHLBACH

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY F. JORDAN

CONTENTS.

NAPOLEON AT DRESDEN.

I. Frederick William and Hardenberg II. The White Lady III. Napoleon and the White Lady IV. Napoleon at Dresden V. Napoleon's High born Ancestors VI. Napoleon's Departure from Dresden

THE LAST DAYS OF 1812.

VII. The Conspirators of Helgoland VIII. The European Conspiracy IX. Gebhard Leberecht Blucher X. Recollections of Mecklenburg XI. Glad Tidings XII. The Oath

CHANCELLOR VON HARDENBERG.

XIII. The Interrupted Supper XIV. The Defection of General York XV. The Warning XVI. The Diplomatist XVII. The Clairvoyante XVIII. An Adventuress XIX. The Two Diplomatists XX. The Attack XXI. The Courier's Return

THE VOLUNTEERS.

XXII. The Manifesto XXIII. Leonora Prohaska XXIV. Joan of Orleans XXV. The National Representatives

WAR AND AN ARMISTICE.

XXVI. Theodore Korner XXVII. The Heroic Tailor XXVIII. The General in Chief of the Silesian Army XXIX. The Ball at the City Hall of Breslau XXX. The Appointment XXXI. After the Battle of Bautzen XXXII. Bad News XXXIII. The Traitors XXXIV. Napoleon and Metternich

DELIVERANCE OF GERMANY.

XXXV. On the Katzbach XXXVI. Blucher as a Writer XXXVII. The Revolt of the Generals XXXVIII. The Battle of Leipsic XXXIX. The Nineteenth of October

HANNIBAL ANTE PORTAS.

XL. Blucher's Birthday XLI. Passage of the Rhine XLII. Napoleon's New Year's Day XLIII. The King of Rome XLIV. Josephine XLV. Talleyrand XLVI. Madame Letitia

FALL OF PARIS.

XLVII. The Battle of La Rothiere XLVIII. The Diseased Eyes XLIX. On to Paris! L. Departure of Maria Louisa LI. The Capitulation of Paris LII. Night and Morning near Paris LIII. Napoleon at Fontainebleau LIV. A Soul in Purgatory

NAPOLEON AND BLUCHER.

NAPOLEON AT DRESDEN.

CHAPTER I.

FREDERICK WILLIAM AND HARDENBERG.

It was a fine, warm day in May, 1812. The world was groaning under the yoke of Napoleon's tyranny. As a consolation for the hopeless year, came the laughing spring. Fields, forests, and meadows, were clad in beautiful verdure; flowers were blooming, and birds were singing everywhere even at Charlottenburg, which King Frederick William formerly delighted to call his "pleasure palace," but which now was his house of mourning. At Charlottenburg, Frederick William had spent many and happy spring days with Queen Louisa; and when she was with him at this country seat, it was indeed a pleasure palace.

The noble and beautiful queen was also now at Charlottenburg, but the king only felt her presence he beheld her no more. Her merry remarks and charming laughter had ceased, as also her sighs and suffering; her radiant eyes had closed forever, and her sweet lips spoke no more. She was still at Charlottenburg, but only as a corpse. The king had her mausoleum erected in the middle of the garden. Here lay her coffin, and room had been left for another, as Frederick William intended to repose one day at the side of his Louisa.