"He is the prince of the Milanese of England--the most successful of all, but I acknowledge the most deserving.

Che viva." "I wish he would write his life," said I; "a singular life it would be--he has been something besides a travelling merchant, and a jeweller.
He was one of Buonaparte's soldiers, and served in Spain, under Soult, along with John Gestra.

He once told me that Soult was an old rascal, and stole all the fine pictures from the convents, at Salamanca.

I believe he spoke with some degree of envy, for he is himself fond of pictures, and has dealt in them, and made hundreds by them.

I question whether if in Soult's place he would not have done the same.