She was fond, it is true, of dress, but she was a good mother and a good wife.
Now that she and her friends are in exile, "lives of the woman Bonaparte" are hawked about, which in England would bring their authors under Lord Campbell's statute.

In one caricature she is represented stark naked, with Prince Joinville sketching her.

In another, called "the Spanish cow," she is made a sort of female Centaur.

In another she is dancing the Can-can, and throwing her petticoats over her head, before King William, who is drinking champagne, seated on a sofa, while her husband is in a cage hung up to the wall.

These scandalous caricatures have not even the merit of being funny, they are a reflection upon French chivalry, and on that of Trochu.