and the Princess-royal of Bavaria. She was soon summoned
to Munich to attend their nuptials, and there again was united to those
she so dearly loved. The bride of Eugene was in every respect worthy
of him, and Josephine rejoiced over the happiness of her son. The
victorious emperor and empress then returned to Paris, accompanied by a
crowd of princes from the various courts of Germany. Josephine was now
upon the very summit of earthly grandeur. Europe lay prostrate at the
feet of her husband. Hortense was Queen of Holland. Eugene was Viceroy
of Italy, and son-in-law to the King of Bavaria. Napoleon, fixing his
affections upon the eldest child of Hortense, appeared to have
relinquished the plan of the divorce, and to have contemplated the
recognition of this child--the brother of Louis Napoleon, now President
of the French Republic--as the heir of his crown. The embarrassment
which had at times accompanied their interviews had consequently passed
away. Napoleon was proud of Josephine, and often said that there was no
woman in the world to be compared with her. The empress was happy. All
France was filled with stories of her active benevolence and her
sympathy with the sorrowful. Wherever she made her appearance, she was
greeted with the acclamations of the most enthusiastic attachment.

Of the many tours which Josephine took with Napoleon, she frequently
kept a journal, noting down the events of interest which occurred. The
fragments of these journals, which have appeared before the public,
beautifully exhibit the literary taste and the benevolence of heart of
the empress. The following is an extract:

"About two leagues from Bayonne the emperor was presented
with a spectacle worthy of him. On the declivity of a
mountain, gently scooped out in different parts of its
descent, is pitched one of those camps which the foresight
of the country has provided for its defenders. It is
composed of seven handsome barracks, different in form and
aspect, each isolated, surrounded with an orchard in full
bearing, a well-stocked poultry-yard, and, at different
distances, a greater or less quantity of arable land, where
a diversity of soil yields a variety of produce. One side of
the mountain is wild, but picturesque, with rocks and
plants. The other seems covered with rich tapestry, so
varied and numerous are the plots of highly-cultivated
ground. The summit is clo