When Bonaparte had come back from Italy, he persuaded the Directory to
send him with an army to Egypt to try to gain the East, and drive the
English out of India. He landed in Egypt, and near Grand Cairo gained
the battle of the Pyramids, and tried to recommend himself to the people
of Egypt by showing great admiration for Mahomet and the Koran. But his
ships, which he had left on the coast, were attacked by the English
fleet, under Sir Horatio Nelson, and every one of them taken or sunk
except two, which carried the tidings home. This was the battle of the
Nile.
The Sultan of Turkey, to whom Egypt belonged, fitted out an army against
the French, and Bonaparte marched to meet it half way in the Holy Land.
There he took Jaffa, cruelly massacred the Turkish garrison, and beat
the Sultan’s army at Tabor: but Acre was so bravely and well defended,
under the management of a brave English sailor, Sir Sidney Smith, that
he was obliged to turn back without taking it. He led his troops back,
suffering sadly from hunger and sickness, to Egypt, and there defeated
another Turkish army in the battle of Aboukir. However, he there heard
news from home which showed him that he was needed. The French had,
indeed, gone on to stir up a revolution both in Rome and Naples. The pope
was a prisoner in France, and the king of Naples had fled to Sicily; but
the Russians had come to the help of the other nations, and the French
had nearly been driven out of Lombardy. Beside, the Directory was not
able to keep the unruly people in order; and Napoleon felt himself so
much wanted, that, finding there were two ships in the port, he embarked
in one of them and came home, leaving his Egyptian army to shift for
themselves.
However, he was received at home like a conqueror; and the people of
France were so proud of him, that he soon persuaded them to change the
Directory for a government of three consuls, of whom he was the first.
He lived in the Tuileries, and began to keep something very like the old
court; and his wife, Josephine, was a beautiful, graceful, kind lady,
whom every one loved, and who helped very much in gaining people over to
his cause. Indeed, he gave the French rest at home, and victories abroad,
and that was all they desired. He won back all that had been lost in
Italy; and the battle of Marengo, on the 14th of June, 1800, when the
Austrians were totally routed, was a splendid victory. Austria made peace
again, and nobody was at war with France but England, which conquered
everywhere by sea, as France did by land. The last remnant of the French
army in Egypt was beaten in Alexandria, and obliged to let the English
ships transport them to France; and after this there was a short peace
called the peace of Amiens, but it did not last long; and as soon as
Bonaparte had decided on war, he pounced without notice on every English
traveler in his dominions, and kept them prisoners till the end of the
war.
He had made up his mind to be Emperor of the French, and before declaring
this, he wanted to alarm the old royalists; so he sent a party to seize
the Duke d’Enghien (heir of the princes of Condé), who was living at
Baden, and conduct him to Vincennes, where, at midnight, he was tried
by a sham court-martial, and at six in the morning brought down to the
courtyard, and shot, beside his own grave.
After this every one was afraid to utter a whisper against Bonaparte
becoming emperor, and on the second of December, 1804, he was crowned
in Notre Dame, with great splendor. The pope was present, but Bonaparte
placed the crown on his own head—a golden wreath of laurel leaves; and
he gave his soldiers eagle standards, in memory of the old Roman Empire.
He drew up an excellent code of laws, which have been used ever since
in France, and are known by his name; and his wonderful talent did much
to bring the shattered nation into order. Still, England would not
acknowledge his unlawful power, and his hatred to her was very great. He
had an army ready to invade England, but the English fleet never allowed
him to cross the Channel; and his fleet was entirely destroyed by Lord
Nelson, at the great battle of Trafalgar, on the 21st of October, 1805.
But Napoleon was winning another splendid victory at Ulm, over the
Austrians; and not long after, he beat the Prussians as entirely at Jena,
and had all Germany at his feet. He was exceedingly harsh and savage
to the good and gentle queen Louisa, when she came with her husband to
try to make better terms for her country, thus sowing seeds of bitter
resentment, which were to bear fruit long after. The Russians advanced
to the aid of Germany, but the battles of Eylau and Friedland made them
also anxious for peace. There never, indeed, was a much abler man than
Napoleon; but he had no honor, honesty or generosity, and had very
little heart amid all his seeming greatness. He made his family kings
of conquered countries. His brother Louis was King of Holland; Jerome,
of Westphalia, and the eldest brother, Joseph, King of Naples; but in
1808, he contrived to cheat the King of Spain of his crown, and keep
him and his son prisoners in France, while Joseph was sent to reign in
Spain, and General Murat, the husband of his sister Caroline, was made
King of Naples. The Portuguese royal family were obliged to flee away to
Brazil; but the Spaniards and Portuguese would not submit to the French
yoke, and called the English to help them. So year after year the Duke
of Wellington was beating Napoleon’s generals, and wearing away his
strength; but he still went on with his German wars, and in 1809, after
two terrible battles at Aspern and Wagram, entered Vienna itself. Again
there was a peace; and Napoleon, who was grieved to have no child to
leave his empire to, had the wickedness and cruelty to decide on setting
aside his good, loving Josephine, and making the Emperor Francis, of
Austria, give him his young daughter, Marie Louise. In 1810, the deed was
done; and it was said that from that time all his good fortune left him,
though he had one little son born to him, whom he called King of Rome.
He set out with what he named the Grand Army, to conquer Russia; and
after winning the battle of Borodino, he entered Moscow; but no sooner
was he there than the whole town was on fire, and it burnt on, so that it
was not possible to stay there. Winter was just coming on, the Russian
army was watching everywhere, and he could only retreat; and the unhappy
Grand Army, struggling in the snow, with nothing to eat, and beset by the
enemy everywhere, suffered the most frightful misery. Napoleon left it
in the midst, and hurried home; but no sooner had this blow been given
him, than the Germans—the Prussians especially, to whom he had been
so harsh—rose up and banded together against him. France was worn out
with the long wars; and though Napoleon still showed wonderful skill,
especially at the battle of Leipsic, he was driven back, inch by inch,
as it were, across Germany, and into France, by the Emperors of Austria
and Russia and King of Prussia; for though each battle of his was a
victory, force of numbers was too much for him. He went to the palace of
Fontainebleau, and tried to give up his crown to his little son, but the
Allies would not accept this; and at last, in the spring of 1814, he was
forced to yield entirely, and put himself into the hands of the English,
Prussian, Russian, and Austrian sovereigns. They decided on sending him
to a little isle called Elba, in the Mediterranean Sea, where he was
still to be treated as a prince. His deserted wife, Josephine, loved him
so much that she died of grief for his fall; but Marie Louise returned to
her father, and did nothing to help him.—_Yonge._