The Emperor Napoleon is no longer to be feared. He is infirm. And even

if he were in the full enjoyment of health, and had the means which

Providence once placed in his hands, he abhors civil war.

Sires, I am a mother, and my son’s life is dearer to me than my own.

Pardon my grief, which prompts me to take the liberty of addressing

this letter to your Imperial and Royal Majesties.

Do not render unavailing the entreaties of a mother, who thus appeals

against the long series of cruelties that has been exercised towards

her son.

In the name of Him, who is in essence goodness, and of whom your

Imperial and Royal Majesties are the image, I entreat that you will

interest yourselves to put a period to my son’s misery, and to restore

him to liberty. For this I implore God, and I implore you who are his

Lieutenants on earth.

Reasons of state have their limits; and posterity, which gives

immortality, adores, above all things, the generosity of conquerors.

I am, &c.

MADAME MERE.

This letter remained unanswered. Other steps were taken in favour of

Napoleon, by different members of his family; but they were not made

known in a way sufficiently authentic to authorize my mentioning them

here.

NOTE ADDRESSED TO THE ALLIED SOVEREIGNS, AT THE CONGRESS

OF AIX-LA-CHAPELLE, OCTOBER, 1818.

SIRES,—Royal Majesty has no judges on earth. But since sovereigns

themselves, stripping it of its most sacred attribute, have subjected

it to their tribunal, I come with respectful confidence to appeal to

them in favour of a monarch, whom they long recognised, but who is now

deposed by them, a captive in their name, and presenting to the world

the grandest and most terrible vicissitude that was ever witnessed.

Who shall deem himself secure, if even inviolability be violated?

Faithful to his dignity, superior to misfortune, he looks forward to

death as the only termination of his misery. But I, who have been

unexpectedly torn from the fatal rock where I rendered him every

attention in my power, wish now to devote to him the remainder of a

feeble life, and to endeavour to assuage the misery which I am no

longer permitted to share.

I have taken upon myself the sacred mission in which I am now engaged.

I have been prompted to do so by my tender devotedness to the person

of the Emperor, by my private affection for him who was my Sovereign.

I am here a stranger to every political question. I have no other

impulse, no other guide, than that sacred morality which is alike

respected by kings and subjects. It constitutes my strength, my right,

and my excuse.

Napoleon on his rock is a prey to torments and vexations of every

kind; he is the victim of the ill treatment of men, and the

insalubrity of climate. These facts are now notorious to all, and are

sufficiently proved by authentic documents, transmitted from the place

itself, several of which I now presume to submit to the eyes of your

Majesties.

If the law of war, if the law of nations, have been transgressed for

the peace of the world, as it is said, the law of humanity at least

cannot be extinct.

For the last three years, war has every where been succeeded by peace;

passions are calmed; nations and individuals are reconciled; the

hostility of governments and parties is disarmed; the common law of

nations has resumed its sway; one man alone is excluded from these

benefits. He alone is still without the pale of human law. He is

exiled to a barren rock, exposed to an unhealthy climate, doomed to

the misery of a lingering death, and is the daily victim of hatred and

insult. When will there be an end to this extraordinary persecution?

If he be doomed to live, this extraordinary treatment is too cruel!

And surely it is still more barbarous if he be doomed to die! What is

his crime? By whom has he been tried? By what tribunal? Who are his

judges? Where is their right to pronounce sentence on him? Will it be

said that the only guarantee, the only security, against him, are

imprisonment, chains, and death? Will it be said that his acts, his

promises, and his oaths are not to be trusted? Will his return from

the isle of Elba be mentioned as an instance of his bad faith? But at

Elba he was a Sovereign: engagements had been entered into with him,

and had not been kept! Now, by quitting the continent, he has resigned

all sovereignty, and declared his political career to be at an end.

The case is entirely altered. If the sacrifice of his life can alone

appease hatred, and put a period to alarm, _why not inflict death

openly_? (these are his own words;) _a speedy death, though not more

just, would have been more humane, and less odious; it would be a

favour_. This is what he has himself repeatedly said and written. Who

can deny the justice of the remark?

What sufficient motives can still be maintained in justification of

such intolerable treatment?

Is it wished to punish his past invasions? But the invaded countries

have forgotten their resentment in the triumph of victory, and they

are now silent. Is it wished to make reprisals? But Napoleon was a

conqueror, and did he act thus? What was his conduct at Austerlitz, at

the bivouac of Moravia, at Vienna, at Tilsit, at the conferences of

Dresden? Let him be viewed even in that circumstance in which history

will have most difficulty in defending him. Charles IV. when a captive

in the hands of Napoleon, had his choice of residing either in

Compiegne, Marseilles, or Rome, always maintaining the dignity of a

king. Ferdinand, at Valency, was surrounded by all the attention and

respect he could wish. A prince who disputed the throne with the

Emperor fell into his hands. What use did Napoleon make of his

victory? The immediate release of the prisoner attested his

magnanimity; and history will compare this act with the indignities

that are heaped upon the Emperor.

Is it intended to renew for Napoleon the ostracism of the ancients?

But the ancients, if they banished from among them the talents which

they had reason to fear, did not sacrifice the victim. They did not

transport him to another hemisphere, to a desert rock, and a burning

climate. They did not, at least, render Nature chargeable with a crime

which, in the present case, it would seem, human hands dare not

execute.

Finally, is it feared that even the Emperor’s name would have too

powerful an influence in Europe? May not his enemies defeat their own

ends? Persecution always excites interest, always moves the great mass

of the people, who are invariably generous. If it be wished to create

partizans, it is sufficient to make martyrs! Where, then, is the

necessity for these extraordinary and singular measures? Why thus

violate at once the code of nations, the code of sovereigns, and the

code of private men?

Among civilized nations, fury is disarmed before a fallen enemy, who

is respected even among savages, particularly when he trusts to good

faith.

Why then persist in opposing the demands of humanity, justice,

religion, morality, policy, and all the laws of civilization? Why not

rather yield to the dictates of generosity, glory and true interest?

The examples of kings doomed to misery and death have always been

condemned by history: they are recollected with horror by subjects,

and with dread by sovereigns.

Since my removal from St. Helena, I do not personally know what

changes may have taken place in the treatment of the Emperor Napoleon;

but before my departure it was intolerable, both as regarded his

personal dignity and his moral and physical existence. Have those

modifications at length been made which his servants so long and so

vainly solicited? But the deadly influence of the climate and all the

horrors of the place of banishment cannot be changed. These

circumstances in themselves suffice to poison all the sources of life.

There is no dungeon in Europe that would not be preferable to

Longwood, and there is no human being, whatever might be his vigour of

body and strength of mind, who could, under such circumstances, long

resist the effects of so terrible a prison.

The victim is already seized with a disease that must infallibly, in a

very short time, hurry him to his grave. The faculty have candidly

pronounced this opinion, and, in the anguish of my heart, I presume to

report it to your Majesties, trusting that your humanity and high

wisdom will suggest a remedy.

Surely I cannot be accused of want of respect and devotedness to

sovereignty. The testimonies which my life presents are my guarantee

for now presuming to address your Majesties; as the consciousness of

your interests, dignity, and glory, is the guarantee of my hopes and

wishes.

COUNT LAS CASES.

LETTER TO HIS MAJESTY THE EMPEROR OF AUSTRIA, ENCLOSING

THE ABOVE NOTE. (ADDRESSED TO THE EMPEROR HIMSELF.)

SIRE,—On the 10th of February last, I presumed to lay at your

Majesty’s feet the wishes and entreaties of a faithful servant in

favour of his master.

I hope your Majesty will forgive my perseverance, which may, perhaps,

have the appearance of importunity. I now venture to lay before you

another note, in favour of him who was your brother, and whom you made

your son. I take the liberty of accompanying this note with some

authentic documents.

Sire, my hope and my apology rest on the many excellent virtues for

which your Majesty is distinguished. Europe acknowledges and proclaims

you to be the most sincere, moral, humane, and religious of men; and

yet it is in your name that the tortures of a lingering death are

inflicted on him, to whom you gave the hand of your beloved daughter;

whom your own choice and religion have made your son.

Ah, Sire! tremble lest his blood-stained coat should be presented to

you!... And when the day of eternal judgment shall arrive, when the

Supreme Judge of men and things, pronouncing his terrible decrees,

shall ask, “What have you done with your son? Why did you separate the

husband from the wife? How durst you disunite those who had been

joined and blessed in my name? I might award victory to whom I

pleased; but none could take advantage of that victory to abuse my

holy laws, without incurring my anger—--”

But, Sire, I say no more: perhaps I have already gone too far. I crave

your Majesty’s forgiveness. These are the sentiments by which I am

powerfully excited;—these are the complaints that are wrung from me by

the murder of my master, which has been perpetrating before my eyes.

Sire, on my knees, I implore your interference, to prevent the crime

of homicide. Be not deaf to my entreaties!

I am &c.[38]

COUNT LAS CASES.

Footnote 38:

A similar letter was addressed to the Emperor Alexander, and the

King of Prussia.

LETTER TO LORD CASTLEREAGH, WITH A COPY OF THE NOTE

ADDRESSED TO THE ALLIED SOVEREIGNS.

MY LORD,—I have the honour to present to your Lordship a copy of a

note, which I took the liberty of addressing to the Allied Sovereigns.

I am induced to transmit this note to you, my Lord, on account of my

profound respect for the august individual whom you represent, and the

esteem I entertain for your Lordship’s personal talents.

Whatever may be your opinions, my Lord, respecting this note, perhaps

even your objections to it, I am convinced your Lordship has too much

generosity to condemn, wholly and without reserve, a servant, who is

resolved, until the latest moment of his existence, to exert every

effort for the relief and consolation of his Sovereign.

My Lord, how great has been your influence on the destiny of that

Sovereign! How great may it yet be! Why cannot my voice reach your

Lordship’s ear? In the anguish of my tedious solitude, I have

frequently sought to discover the great motives which might have

dictated your harsh and cruel determination. My mind dwells only on

the interest of your country, the rigorous law of necessity, the

conviction of the character and disposition of him at whom you aim the

blow; and finally, the glory and responsibility of your ministerial

situation. Has your Lordship been able to combine together the whole

of the contradictory circumstances? Have you exhausted every source of

information? How I regret that the impaired state of my health and

faculties does not permit me adequately to express my feelings and

thoughts! They would perhaps make an impression on you, my Lord:

perhaps many facts, that I could relate, would excite your

astonishment and serious consideration.

I have the honour to be, &c.

COUNT LAS CASES.

The period of the meeting of the Congress having arrived, I went to

Frankfort, and happened to reach that place on the very day on which

the Emperor Alexander made his entry. This was no doubt a very

favourable opportunity to solicit the favour of being presented to

that Sovereign; and his well known affability, the facility with which

he grants admission into his presence, and perhaps also the peculiar

circumstances relating to me, were so many encouragements to the hope

of easily obtaining an audience, and I was consequently strongly

advised by every body to attempt it. It was the surest way, they said,

to accomplish the object I had in view, and I was much blamed for

refusing to make the trial. But I had maturely weighed within my own

breast the advantages and disadvantages of such a step, and I was far

from sharing the general opinion as to the probability of its result.

To what, had I said to myself, could such a high favour lead me? Could

I expect to touch the heart of this Sovereign by my eloquence? And if

my words had produced some effect upon him as a man, was not the final

decision to proceed from the concurrence of many others? And was I

certain, in an interview of so little duration, and of so much

embarrassment, to speak with as much method and precision as I could

write? Was it right for me to deliver to him, before the proper time

had arrived, authentic documents, which I intended only for the

Sovereigns assembled, as if it were an ordinary petition? And, if the

Emperor Alexander had happened to express himself in my presence,

respecting the Emperor Napoleon, in terms which I could not but have

contradicted, as it was but too probable that he would express

himself, might it not turn out that I had irritated and indisposed,

instead of conciliating, him? This latter consideration had chiefly

led to my determination not to seek for an audience, which presented

so many objections and offered but a single advantage, and that one

personal to me, viz., the signal favour of seeing the first of

monarchs, and of conversing with him of whom Napoleon had said on his

rock; “If I die here, he will be my heir in Europe.”

Besides, the Emperor Alexander knew that I was at Frankfort. I was

told that he had mentioned it in one of his circles, and I was almost

certain that he had been spoken to about me. The circumstance from

which I obtained this information is singular enough to be mentioned

here. My room at the hotel where I had alighted happened to be next to

that of one of his generals, who possessed his intimate confidence,

and who was admitted into his presence at all times. The second or

third evening after my arrival, the master of the hotel came into my

room to inform me that the General was ready to receive me, and that

he would have much pleasure in granting me the interview which I had

asked for. In the first moment of surprise, my immediate answer was to

bid him go and say it was a mistake; but, suddenly reflecting that

this was, perhaps, a fortunate circumstance, brought about by the

intervention of Providence, I ran after the man who was already

delivering his message, and explained myself from the door of the

apartment, that there was probably some error, since I had not the

honour of asking such a favour; upon which the General ran towards me,

as if to detain me, and dismissing his Aide-de-camp, said to me, with

an air of affability and politeness, that, whether it was through

mistake or not, he should be happy to avail himself of this

opportunity to become acquainted, and have some conversation with me.

And we then had a very long conversation together, and, as it will be

easily believed, wholly relating to St. Helena.

I had only come to Frankfort to deposit, in due form, all my documents

in the respective legations, and that done, I returned immediately to

Manheim, in order to escape from the bustle and from the intrigues of

Frankfort. Several persons came thither and offered to serve me at the

Congress, assuring me that their services might be of very great

importance, and proposing to become very zealous agents in my cause.

For this assistance I should of course have been obliged to pay very

largely, and it has been seen that I had scarcely wherewith to supply

the first wants of him for the uncertain interests of whom large sums

were demanded of me. During the sitting of the Congress, and whilst I

was waiting in the hope of a favourable decision from the Sovereigns,

I was destined to receive, even in my solitude at Manheim, fresh

proofs of the perverseness of Sir Hudson Lowe, and of the ill

treatment which he continued to inflict upon his victims. An

unfortunate gunner of an East Indiaman found me out at Manheim, and

about the same time I received a large packet from General Bertrand.

The history of the gunner and of all the vexations to which he was

exposed from the Governor and his confidents, for having been the

bearer of a bust of young Napoleon, from which he hoped to derive some

advantage, by offering it at Longwood, is detailed at some length in

Mr. O’Meara’s work. This bust, which the Governor had at first

intended to throw into the sea, and the existence of which he

afterwards attempted to conceal by taking possession of it, under

pretence of making a present of it to Napoleon himself, was, however,

at last sent to Longwood, in consequence of the expression of public

indignation; and Count Bertrand sent to the gunner, as well for the

value of the bust as to indemnify him for all the vexations and losses

which it had occasioned him, one of the bills which I left with him at

my departure, amounting to 300_l._ Count Bertrand, on sending the bill

to the gunner, requested him to acknowledge the receipt of it; but the

poor fellow, so far from being enabled to acknowledge the receipt of

the bill, had not even heard of Count Bertrand’s Letter, and had been

obliged to pursue his voyage to India, after having delivered the

bust, with the following verbal information given to him by Sir Hudson

Lowe: “That the people of Longwood had destined some gratuity for him,

and that he would hear of it in the course of time.” On his return

from India, the unfortunate gunner was not allowed to go on shore

during the whole time the ship stayed at St. Helena, and he was merely

told once more that what had been mentioned to him concerning his

interests was at the Admiralty in London. When he reached England, he

at last, upon inquiry, got the bill; and it was the first time he had

heard of it; but upwards of eighteen months had elapsed; the persons

on whom it was drawn no longer had the necessary funds, and he was

obliged to leave London with the melancholy persuasion that he had

lost both his bust and his money. This gunner was an inhabitant of

Dalmatia, and was going through Germany on his return home, by way of

Trieste, when he heard, by the greatest chance in the world, at

Frankfort, that he should find at Manheim the drawer of the bill which

he held; he therefore came to me, and his joy was as lively as his

imprecations against Sir Hudson Lowe were abundant, on receiving that

sum which, as he said, was a little fortune to him, and would render

him happy for the remainder of his life.

The large packet which I received from the Grand Marshal consisted of

a long letter from him, written by order of the Emperor, and of sundry

authentic documents which had arrived out of the regular channel. But,

to my great surprise, the very day when I received that letter, I read

its contents in the Netherland newspapers, as extracted and

re-translated from the English papers. Guessing what had been the

intentions at Longwood, I nevertheless sent an official copy of that

letter to Lord Liverpool, as will be seen presently. I insert here all

those documents, because Count Bertrand’s letter, giving a rather

detailed account of the ill treatment which the Emperor experienced

from the moment I had left him, lays before the reader a further

period of eighteen months of the history of Longwood. Some of these

documents, besides, have postscripts in Napoleon’s own hand-writing,

and are too remarkable to be left unnoticed.

LETTER OF COUNT LAS CASES TO LORD LIVERPOOL.

MY LORD,—I have this instant received a long letter from Count

Bertrand; and at the same moment, to my great surprise, have seen that

letter printed in the _Vrai Liberal_, of Brussels, re-translated from

the _Morning Chronicle_ of London.

To inform your Lordship how that has happened is beyond my power; but

I can assure you, with great truth, that it is without my

participation, and that I sincerely regret the circumstance. I can

only explain it by supposing that one of your countrymen only

consented to take charge of the packet from Longwood, upon condition

of receiving it open, and being assured that it concerned the honour

of his country; and that, on his arrival in London, he communicated

its contents to the public, and forwarded it to me at the same time.

Things would not have been so, my Lord, if, agreeably to my continued

solicitations, I had obtained permission to reside in England.

Persuaded as I am, and as Count Bertrand seems to suspect, that the

atrocious vexations and the indignities which are daily inflicted upon

Longwood may be unknown to the Administration, it would have been to

you, my Lord, who are at the head of that Administration, and to you

alone, that I should immediately have applied to inform you of such

unheard-of grievances; thus furnishing you with the means, and leaving

to you the merit, of redressing them.

I entreat your Lordship to believe that it would have been only after

I had in vain exhausted every step required by decorum, after I had,

in vain, applied, in the order of their rank, to the different

authorities, that I should have adopted the extreme measure of

addressing myself at last to public opinion, which will only be

appealed to and pronounced in the last instance. I gave a proof of

this disposition, my Lord, when, after eight months of absolute

silence on the part of Lord Bathurst, to the statement which I

addressed to his Lordship of various grievances, of which I had the

honour of asking redress at his hands, and which I should, at least,

have been justified in publishing, I did not however do so, until some

ill-timed observations of one of your Members of the House of Commons

rendered it a matter of positive necessity. I gave a proof of it, my

Lord, at the period of the earnest entreaties which my heart prompted

me to make at Aix-la-Chapelle, when I carefully transmitted to Lord

Castlereagh himself a copy of the solicitations and complaints which I

respectfully laid at the feet of the Allied Sovereigns. Lastly, my

Lord, it is to give, as much as lies in my power, an additional proof

of that disposition, that I hastily cause a copy to be made of the

letter of Count Bertrand, in order that your Lordship may possess

direct and authentic knowledge of that document, and lay it before his

Royal Highness the Prince Regent.

A prey to bodily sufferings, caused by the insalubrious climate of St.

Helena, as well as to the moral sufferings by which my separation was

aggravated; the deplorable state of my health is such that every kind

of application is forbidden to me by the faculty. I cannot, therefore,

add any thing to the letter, of which I have the honour of addressing

you a copy. Besides, what commentary could equal the bare recital of

the facts which it contains?

I have the honour to be, with the highest consideration, my Lord, &c.

P. S.—After having addressed your Lordship on the subject of interests

of so high and sacred an importance, may I be allowed to take

advantage of the opportunity thus naturally afforded to descend to the

consideration of objects that are merely personal to me?

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