One day Napoleon, followed by three or four officers, passed through the
market on his way to the Tuileries. The customary acclamations followed
him. A green-grocer cried out that he ought to make peace: “Good woman,”
answered the Emperor, smiling, “continue selling your cabbages, and
leave me to do that which concerns me,--every man to his own calling.”
At this the crowd laughed and shouted, “_Vive l’Empereur!_”
[Illustration: “EVERY ONE TO HIS OWN CALLING.”]