Napoleon - The King of Chance And Fate

Napoleon in exile on St. Helena
Today is the anniversary of Napoleon's death on St. Helena off the west African coast.  He spent his few years after Waterloo isolated and with a small circle of admirers and friends.  According to Wikipedia, the state of his living conditions on St. Helena led The Times of London to wonder if the British government wasn't trying to kill him with indifference. I prefer to think that isn't true but I suspect it was.

Napoleon's last words are said to have been:

"France, l'armée, tête d'armée, Joséphine" ("France, army, head of the army, Joséphine")

His death was remarked upon by the American thinker Robert Ingersoll in this passage from his book "The Liberty of Man, Woman and Child" that I found:

“A little while ago, I stood by the grave of the old Napoleon—a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost for a dead deity—and gazed upon the sarcophagus of rare and nameless marble, where rest at last the ashes of that restless man. I leaned over the balustrade and thought about the career of the greatest soldier of the modern world.

I saw him walking upon the banks of the Seine, contemplating suicide. I saw him at Toulon—I saw him putting down the mob in the streets of Paris—I saw him at the head of the army of Italy—I saw him crossing the bridge of Lodi with the tri-color in his hand—I saw him in Egypt in the shadows of the pyramids—I saw him conquer the Alps and mingle the eagles of France with the eagles of the crags. I saw him at Marengo—at Ulm and Austerlitz. I saw him in Russia, where the infantry of the snow and the cavalry of the wild blast scattered his legions like winter's withered leaves. I saw him at Leipsic in defeat and disaster—driven by a million bayonets back upon Paris—clutched like a wild beast—banished to Elba. I saw him escape and retake an empire by the force of his genius. I saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo, where Chance and Fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king. And I saw him at St. Helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea.

I thought of the orphans and widows he had made—of the tears that had been shed for his glory, and of the only woman who ever loved him, pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition. And I said I would rather have been a French peasant and worn wooden shoes. I would rather have lived in a hut with a vine growing over the door, and the grapes growing purple in the kisses of the autumn sun. I would rather have been that poor peasant with my loving wife by my side, knitting as the day died out of the sky—with my children upon my knees and their arms about me—I would rather have been that man and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust, than to have been that imperial impersonation of force and murder, known as 'Napoleon the Great.” 

― Robert G. IngersollThe Liberty of Man, Woman and Child

It is an evocative passage, that I will snip this from to make sure it was not missed among all of the mental images it conjures:

"I saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo, where Chance and Fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king."

Indeed.

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