Reminiscences Of Napoleon

I never saw Bonaparte in such wrath as when he learned that his brother Lucien had married at Senlis the widow of Joub'erthon, a Paris broker. He ordered me, says a writer in Century, to send for the notary and teil him to bring his register. When the notary arrived I took him to St. Cloud at nine in the morning. Here is word for word" the dialogue between the first consul and the notary: '"Was it you, sir, who registered my brother's marriage?" "Yes, citizen first consul." "Were you unaware, then, that he was my brother?" "Xo, citizen first consul." "Did you not know that my consent was necessary to the validity of tlie act?" "I do not think so. Your brother has long been of age, he has filled high posts, he has been a minister and ambassador, he has no father, he is f ree to marry." "But he has a mother whose consent was necessary?" "Jso; he isof age anda widower." "But I am a sovereign, and as such my consent was necessary." "You are a sovereign only for ten years, and your family is not bound[toyou." "Show me the marriage register?" "Here it is." The first consul read it, and in shutting the book was very near tearing the page. "I shall annul it." "That will be difficult, for it is carefully drawn up." "Be off with you." The notary retired without hang for a moment lost his composure.