#Maréchale Soult

[gogmstuff]

1810s fashions (from top to bottom) -

1810s Elisabeth Kurakina by Alexander Varnek (location ?). From tumblr.com/fashionsfromthepast; fixed veiling reflection and spots w Pshop 924X1183 @72 334kj.

1810 Madame Merlin with a yellow shawl by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson (location ?). From tumblr.com/toanunnery 994X1198.

1811 La Maréchale Soult, Duchesse de Dalmatie avec ses deux enfants, Napoléon Hector et Joséphine Louise (location ?). From pinterest.com/KatieZag/austen-regency/art-reference-for-regency-fashion/; fixed scracks & spots w Pshop 1080X2003 @72 300.

1816 Mrs. Mary Fisher by John Constable (Fitzwilliam Museum). From tumblr.com/fashion-inspiration-s/702940654593064960/books0977-mrs-mary-fisher-1816-john; fixed bigger spots & cracks w Pshop & fit to screen 1192X1400 @72 515kj.

[deceptigoons-attack]

Maréchal Jean-de-Dieu Soult.

[armagnac-army]

VOTE FOR A MARSHAL OF THE EMPIRE!!!

SINCE WERE NOT GOING TO APPEAR FOR AGES IN THAT OFFICIAL TOURNAMENT AND THE EMPEROR JUST GOT ROYALLED FUCKED THERE BY A VANISHED ROAST BEEF

HERES A BALLOT JUST FOR US MARSHALS OF THE EMPIRE!!

IN CASE YOU DONT KNOW WHO WE ARE WE'RE THE TOP MILITARY COMMANDERS PROMOTED BY NAPOLEON HIMSELF

AND WE HAVE REALLY BIG HATS

VOTE FOR WHOEEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT WHETHER THATS THE BEST OR THE SEXIEST OR THE MOST PATHETIC I DONT CARE

YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO VOTE FOR ME THOUGH!!!

GO AHEAD AND POST ALL THE PROPAGRANDA YOU WANT, THE ADC WILL SHARE IT IF ITS FUNNY

SORRY TO MONCEY, JOURDAN, BERNADOTTE, BRUNE, MORTIER, KELLERMAN, PERIGNON, SERURIER, VICTOR, MACDONALD, OUDINOT, MARMONT, SUCHET, SAINT-CYR AND GROUCHY, MAYBE WELL HAVE A PITY POLLE LATER

[josefavomjaaga]

A letter from Masséna to Soult, Paris, 28 Frimaire An IX (19 December 1800)

You no longer write to me, my dear Soult; where does that come from? Are you angry with me? Have you forgotten that I am your good friend? Write to me often, that will prove me different. What are you doing? The First Consul, to whom I have often spoken about you, does justice to your high military talents, and has never spoken to me about them except with the greatest interest. Farewell, my friend, never forget that I am sincerely attached to you. I embrace you. Masséna

At the time of this letter, Soult had (more or less) recovered from his wound that he had received during the siege of Genoa, had been released on parole from Austrian captivity (i.e., he was not allowed to go to war) and thus was employed in the military administration of Piemont.

I remember that Thiébault (who adored Masséna and despised Soult) in his memoirs claims that Soult, after Genoa, slowly distanced himself from Masséna - according to Thiébault, because he had gotten all advantages out of his relations with Masséna that he could, and now no longer needed him. In particular, Thiébault claimed that Soult later was furious about not being mentioned enough in the book Thiébault had written about the siege of Genoa. - Make of that, what you will.

N. Gotteri in her book on Soult does not mention Thiébault's claim. To the contrary, she lists several letters during the second half of 1800, that Masséna, Lefebvre and Oudinot (all in the entourage of First Consul Bonaparte now) had written to Soult, reassuring him of their friendship and of Bonaparte's interest in Soult. According to Gotteri, Masséna, Lefebvre and Mortier had even tried to convince Soult to come to Paris, but Soult had refused and preferred to stay with the army, where he was at home.

Maybe he regretted that decision later? Or maybe he still did not feel at ease about his personal situation (his broken leg, only released on parole)? Or, maybe the easiest explanation: Louise was with him at the time. He may just have been too busy doing household chores to keep up an extended correspondence.

[le-brave-des-braves]

Bienvenue

you have reached my communication channel. I shall read through the letters as soon as one of my ADCs brings them to me, which might depend on the situation in the field.

You are welcome to submit any question, please be brief and go straight to the point. The love letters will be rejected.

If anyone has seen my family, please let me know.

Ney.

Prince de la Moskowa, Duc d’Elchingen, Maréchal d’Empire

The marshal is a busy man, and some inquiries might be answered by us, his staff:

General Baron Antoine-Henri Jomini, chief of staff of Marshal Ney and the strategy expert. and a traitor who should not even be here Author of multiple best-selling books on the matter.

Captain Octave Levavasseur, the most heroic aide-de-camp of Marshal Ney and author of the bestselling book of simping about Ney Memoir!

Colonel Pierre-Agathe Heymes, the adult one

Tags:

Les proclamations du Maréchal: announcements and official letter responses

Communication personnelle du Maréchal: Private communication

Les portraits du Maréchal: related art done either by @neylo or associates

Meine Adjutanten sind Idioten: The Aides-de-camp are responsible and upstanding officers except for the time when they aren’t

Disclaimer: This is rp/ask blog created for fun by @neylo. Please note that I am no Napoleonic historian and my only qualification might be that I also happen to be a redhead disaster with no concept of patience.

Didn't you have enough? Time to get to know the rest of the dead French squad!

@armagnac-army - Jean Lannes (he still didn't learn to spell)

@askgeneralduroc - Geraud Duroc and family (although he might be very busy since he is apparently a proud dad now)

@murillo-enthusiast - Jean de Dieu Soult (That loser who thinks he should be the king of Portugal. He should not.)

@your-dandy-king - Joachim Murat (and his terrible taste) - the KING OF ITALY

@chicksncash - André Masséna (you might miss your wallet after the conversation)

@general-junot - Jean-Andoche Junot (not even a marshal. He needs a therapist)

@trauma-and-truffles - Dominique Jean Larrey - Medical attention (More like amputation station)

@your-staff-wizard - Louis-Alexandre Berthier - The Prince of Paperwork

[murillo-enthusiast]

*Ney took a good nap and he is feeling slightly better. Until his ADCs came and reported all the issues that occurred to Jomini including a fall and a possibility of a broken bone, him being awake for the entire night and screaming “Forgive me, Maréchal” and other problems connected to the aged man and his aged mind*

Soult? I think I need help.

Oh. You didn’t tell me that you had a cat. Look at you.

*he smiled and gently patted the adorable creature, scratching his ears and under the chin.*

Soult kitty is a pretty smart kitty for a kitty! But his brain is unfortunately currently the size of a walnut and doesn't have room for a lot of things right now. He does kinda remember that he... brought the giant red kitten home? Because the giant red kitten was mewing sadly? He will accept the scritches from @le-brave-des-braves with a purr before he starts licking the giant kitten's hand.

In the meantime, nearby, Soult's ADCs are somewhat concerned.

Brun: It is not like the marshal to be gone for so long without informing us. Petiet: Do you think he got the cat for us..? Saint-Chamans: The cat is a bit like him! It's loud and scary! Lameth: Ah, what a sight to see... one grown man against one small animal, and the grown man losing! Truly the David and Goliath of our time.

Brun will ask Ney's ADCs-

Brun: Have any of you seen Marshal Soult?

[yaggy031910]

A fun little ask: the Marshalate is informed there is cake in the break room. How do each of them react?

Who ever you are, thank you for this sweet little question and I apologise for my late response. 🙈💕

I have ideas for some of them, however I am **not** aware of the maréchals eating habits so any input is welcome here. Also, I don't know all of the marshals well enough but I will try to include as many as possible. Don’t expect any historical accuracy in this.

See this post as a very big headcanon and as one ongoing story where I am going to try to mimic the marshals characters and miserably fail.

Shall we begin? :D

Les Maréchals and cake

Berthier would hear about it and quietly get excited by the idea of having a nice little piece of cake, just for him to be too busy with everything so that he isn't able to leave his desk. Either this or someone (probably one of his adcs) would be nice enough to get for Berthier his piece of cake.

Murat: You bet he is one of the first ones to look at this cake. His reaction might depend on how the cake looks. If it's a huge cake with a lot of golden details, Murat will carry it around so everyone admires this phenomenal cake because it deserves to be looked at.

Augerau and Masséna wonder why there is such a fancy a cake in the break room in the first place and who might have put it there. Augerau asks Masséna with a low voice: “How much money do you want to bet on the cake being poisoned?” Before Masséna is able to answer, Lannes enters the scene.

Lannes runs after Murat with the cake knife demanding to finally get his damn piece of this cake while Murat can't make himself to cut it because this cake is “so damn beautiful that it would be a waste to eat it.” This little game goes on for a minute or two until the other marshals grow impatient, one of them being Ney.

Ney who is known for his hotheadedness tries to save this cake from a disaster aaaaand fails. :) The three of them dispute over who is the actual culprit of this mess.

L: Murat, what have you done? M: I have done nothing. You followed me with a knife. N: You let the cake fall. M: You intervened in my business with Lannes.

The cake has fallen to the ground as Davout, Suchet and Macdonald watched. “Aaand here goes the cake”, Macdonald says; “At least the floor was able to taste it.” Suchet asks: “What do you think was its flavour?” ”Chocolate vanilla.” Davout answers. After a moment of silence, he adds. “Soult has a good recipe.” Mortier walks in, seeing how Lannes, Murat and Ney are loudly disputing while Masséna and Augerau get themselves black coffee and Davout, Suchet and Macdonald talking. Lefebvre who was walking right behind Mortier gestures him to move away from the door so he can get into the break room: “What is going on?”

Suchet: “We found a cake-“ Davout interrupts him: “We found a chocolate vanilla cake which we don’t know how it got here or if it was poisoned and now it’s inedible because his royal highness, the King of Naples, made it fall.”

Murat shouts from the back: “I didn’t let it fall.” Lannes: “Oh, you did.”

Lefebvre offers a solution like the good fatherly figure he is: “Do you still want cake? We could bake a new cake, messieurs.” Davout replies: “This sounds like a smart idea, Monsieur. Maréchal Soult knows an excellent recipe.”

Lefebvre: “Ahh, excellent. Where is our maréchal?”

Mortier: “He is in his office.”

“Then this where our journey goes next.” Lefebvre slams the door open and accidentally hits Oudinot. “Ah, Monsieur, my apologies. If I had known you were there, I wouldn’t have slammed the door as hard as I did. Are you alright? Yes? Until the next time then.”

Davout walks up to his friend to make sure how Oudinot is doing and explains to him in the meanwhile what is going on and also promises Oudinot to bring him a piece of the cake they are going to bake.

Lefebvre takes the lead and walks straight to Soult’s office while Davout and Mortier follow him. Suchet decides to stay behind while Macdonald thinks about it. Lefebvre knocks on Soult’s office door: “Monsieur, le maréchal? Are you here?” *Lefebvre knocks again with his energetic manner.* “Monsieur, le maréchal, it’s me, Lefebvre. Open the door!*

Soult opens the door with his usual unimpressed demeaner: Hm? Lefebvre: “Excusez-moi, mon maréchal, I heard you have a recipe for a delicious cake?” Soult: Cake? What cake? Davout: The chocolate vanilla one… the one you baked for your daughter Hortense’s birthday. The delicious one. Soult: Ah, yeah. That one. What of it? Mortier: We would like to bake this cake, which is why we want to ask if you mind us borrowing the recipe? Soult stares at his co-maréchals for a second, he shuts the door, opens it again with a piece of paper in his hand which he gives to Lefebvre. “Here. Is there anything else you need?” Macdonald who decided to join the baking group walks up to them and asks Soult: “Would you mind to lend us your baking equipment?” - “No. Have a nice day.” Soult shuts his door while Lefebvre shouts: “Thank you for your help, Monsieur Soult.” Macdonald asks: “What are we going to do now?” “We are going to bake the cake now, my good friend”, Davout answers. Mac: “Where? Where do you want us to bake the cake? Do we have the right ingredients?” D: In the kitchen and I don’t see why we shouldn’t have the ingredients. Macdonald looks at Davout with suspicious eyes about the matter if they are going to manage to bake this cake… The group of maréchals appear in the imperial kitchen where they start to gather the right ingredients. While the group is busy with the preparations, les maréchals Pérignon and Sérurier appear, wondering what is going on. As Lefebvre is explaining these two their baking journey up until now, Pérignon and Sérurier decide to join them: “A cake made by maréchals for maréchals.”

What could possibly go wrong with two additional heads in the kitchen? As it turns out: Everything. Pérignon and Sérurier manage to overdo the cake by confusing salt with sugar. The cake tastes salty, the icing itself is fine because it was made by Davout who religiously followed Soult’s directions. In addition to that, monsieur Lefebvre manages to mix up usual paper with baking sheets.

Bernadotte walks into the kitchen as he sees his fellow maréchals working on their baking project. He comments on the scenery: “This is just pure chaos without any discipline, a chaos which can’t possibly create something edible.” Davout replies “Well, have you ever baked anything in your miserable existence which you so call your life?”; to which Bernadotte says: “wELL, no, BUT-“ Davout continues: “Then get out of this room and give me my peace back or shut up.” Bernadotte decides to leave.

As Bernadotte is leaving, Jourdan walks right into the scene with an apple in his hand. A fire starts to break out in the oven and Jourdan, like the team player he is, turns and leaves this mess to his co-maréchals without saying one word.

Nothing is going as Davout had it planned. He sits in a corner, mourning this beautiful chocolate vanilla cake he had in mind. Macdonald sits right next to him with a spoon, telling him: “Well, at least the frosting you made yourself is delicious.” Davout, completely shattered by the fact that he wasn’t able to make his desired chocolate vanilla cake, puts his face into his palms until a surprise visits the kitchen: It’s maréchal Soult. With a cake. A chocolate vanilla cake. A chocolate vanilla cake which is neither burnt nor oversalted. A chocolate vanilla cake according to the recipe. Next to Soult is Oudinot who cuts two pieces of the cake: one for himself and one for his good old friend, Louis Nicolas Davout.

After Soult, Ney and Lannes enter the kitchen. Ney silently takes a piece of Soult’s cake, saying nothing except a simple “thank you”. So do Macdonald and Mortier. Soult tolerates Ney’s presence. Lannes on the other hand goes straight to the oversalted and burnt cake which the older maréchals made and are also eating. Kellermann and Grouchy, as late to the party as ever, also go for Lefebvre’s bad cake while Soult’s good cake is still sitting there. Soult can’t hide his look of disgust.

At some point, Bessières and Murat join or rejoin retrospectively the scene, walking up to Soult’s cake. Bessières, as well mannered as he is, takes one piece of a cake to which Murat comments: “I know how much you like this lovely type of cake, Bessières, take a second piece.” - “No”, Soult replies: “That’s not your cake. Take your piece and leave.” Murat adds: “For whom are the other pieces then? I don’t see anybody who would possibly want to eat this gorgeous baked good. We want to eat your delicious creation of a fabulous cake.” - “One piece each. You can give him your piece if you like to.” Bessières interrupts the two: “I am content with my piece.” Murat doesn’t listen to what Bessières says and continues his conversation with Soult: “My fellow maréchal, I don’t understand, why do you struggle so much with allowing somebody to have one additional piece of cake than the other ones?”

While Murat and Soult continue their dispute which leads to nowhere, one adc enters slowly the kitchen. He looks at Soult who recognises this man as one of Berthier’s adcs. He came to get a piece of cake for his marshal. Soult lets him take one of the few pieces left. All of a sudden, Kellermann seems to be chocking on his salty cake piece. All the maréchals are gathering around him and in the chaos, the last few pieces of Soult’s cake fall to the ground. Soult looks at his cake or what’s left of it. One could argue that everyone who wanted to eat it was able to eat it. One could argue that these fallen pieces can be ignored and Soult could go on with his day never ever thinking about the pieces again. However, we are talking about maréchal Soult here who sees the art in baking. The love, the accuracy of it. Today he didn’t just bring cake to his fellow maréchals. Today he witnessed how some of them have no sense of dignity for what it means to be able to eat good food. Good cake. Soult is leaving the room, not bothered about Kellermann as he wouldn’t be able to help anyway. He is going to his wife, his Louise Berg, who asks him about his day. He tells her the whole of it. How he was surprised by his fellow maréchals who wanted to bake a cake. How he knew that they are going to mess up his recipe. How he baked that cake properly and how a part of it went to waste. “Some of them ate oversalted and burnt cake. Who eats bad cake? Who likes bad cake???”

Davout on the other hand was thankful for Soult. With a smile on his face, Davout enjoyed his so desired chocolate vanilla cake, unbothered by the event surrounding him. The end. :)

[askgeraudduroc]

Lameth comes riding in fast into Duroc’s afterlife, looking serious. He jumps off the horse just in front of the cottage door and knocks. When Duroc greets him-

Lameth: Bonjour, Your Excellency. No time for the usual pleasantries, I’m afraid, so let me make this quick - Murat has gone into Bessières’ domain to seek him. Before leaving, Murat told Soult that if Murat does not respond after many hours, Soult should send a rescue party in. My Marshal has decided to keep this expedition small, as he was was warned to not bring obvious weapons or look intimidating. Thus, it will be my Marshal and Lannes, with myself and Petiet assisting.

However, he has tasked me with asking if you wish to join us.

If you do, gather what you can and hop on my horse- I will take us to where the Marshal is making preparations. If not, I will return later with what I hope to be good news! But make your decision quick! I must return to @murillo-enthusiast with the answer soon.

If you do come with me, do not worry about Helene, Brun is ready to take her for emergency babysitting! I assure you, she will be in good hands with him and Madame la Maréchale.

I...

*Duroc quickly shut his lips, having a expression filled with both worry and guilt. He looks down, not focusing his sight on anything to come quickly with an answer*

...It was my fault that Bessieres went into his domain in the first place. It should be just right to me to just... Leave him be and take his time.

But... If something were to happen to Murat, Soult, Lannes, and to you guys... I would never forgive myself.

I will go, and face the consequences of my actions. So please, let me get ready quickly.

[trauma-and-truffles]

For your information, Baron, I do not require medical assistance or aid. I suffered a mild concussion from having my flight interrupted during an inconclusive aerial duel with Marshal Ney, but I have since recovered. My current… “diabolic” form also conferred upon me an ability to summon flames, which has not been injurious to my person. That is all, and your services are not required.

— Maréchal Soult, @murillo-enthusiast

Alright, Please let me know you are in need to any aid.

-Larrey

[cadmusfly]

Dead Frenchmen Thoughts Ahead:

I rambled on a little bit back about assigning songs to Soult but I’m still trying to find songs for the others

Glitter and Gold by Barns Courtney - ( i am flesh and i am bone / rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold / i’ve got fire in my soul / rise up, ting ting, like glitter / […] / do you walk in the valley of kings? / do you walk in the shadow of men / who sold their lives to a dream? ) - I was thinking could be an overall marshalate song but man it is actually a peak Murat song

Iron by Woodkid - ( the sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head / the thunder of the drums dictates / the rhythm of the falls, the number of dead / the rising of the horns ahead ) - Ney ney ney Ney

A bit stuck on Lannes - the joke option is Ladders by Ashbury Heights because of the Ratisbon Ladder Story, the lyrics could fit if you really squint ( take your pills and fall asleep alone / climbing ladders into the unknown / and if you lose your teeth tonight / at least you've had a lovely time )

Another one I was thinking was Masque also by Ashbury Heights ( i always spoke my mind / like a rhinoceros charging into walls / and when i courted you / I never said the words at all ) but the first verse really doesn’t fit

Not entirely sure it fits but I mentally associate Rule #9 - Child of the Stars with Massena ( you were a wanderer / back when you were young / i remember your eyes were clear / brighter than the sun )

For Davout, well, he has a song - Maréchal de fer by Wolf’s Gang ( grenadier en un soupir, devient vite maréchal d'empire / glorieuse ascension, ton honneur est légion / maréchal de fer, ministre de la guerre! )

And as I said, East by Sleeping at Last - ( so i draw my sword with the morning sun / i summon the moon as soon as the day is done / the clouds march on, on my command / even the rain it falls according to plan ) - is very, very Napoleon

Anyway taking suggestions for more songs to fit with dead marshals

[encychrono25]

Il y a 210 ans, bataille de Toulouse, entre les troupes de la coalition anglo-hispano-portugaise, commandée par le marquis de Wellington, et les troupes napoléoniennes du maréchal Soult

#bataille

[notesjournalieres]

26 janvier 1824

Hier j’ai fait des visites. Le Maréchal Soult m’a fait d’étranges confidences. Il ne peut vivre. L’ambition le dévore. Dernièrement, il a demandé au roi la pairie. Le roi l’a bien reçu et a dit : « Je m’en occuperai royalement ». Il a vu à ce sujet les princes, les ministres. Rien de plus simple. La démarche était convenable de la part d’un maréchal de France et d’un père de famille. Il a profité de l’ occasion pour dépouiller le vieil homme, pour protester de son dévouement, pour abjurer son rôle d’opposition de l’an dernier. C’est encore tout simple pour qui connaît le personnage. Il abandonne des voies qui ne mènent plus au succès. Mais il a été plus loin : l’occasion lui a paru opportune pour tenter de nouvelles aventures. Il a entretenu avec chaleur et dévouement le roi, Monsieur, Villèle, de la nécessité de consacrer l’indépendance de la France et de l’émanciper du joug de la Russie. On l’a écouté. Le roi a dit : « Je puis faire à présent ce que je n’aurais pas tenté il y a quelques années. » Monsieur a écouté et a témoigné de l’intérêt. Villèle, enchanté d’un système qui nuit à Chateaubriand, a accueilli le Maréchal et lui a dit qu’il était puissant, imposant…

Voilà maintenant que le Maréchal Soult se croit en chemin du pouvoir. Peu lui importent la septennalité, la Charte, toutes ces vilenies de détail. Son terrain à exploiter à lui, c’est l’indépendance nationale. Il faut changer la loi de recrutement, augmenter l’armée ; et il ajoute : « Que je sois là, que j’aie quelques centaines de mille hommes et on verra !» Voilà un beau rêve; et Soult y donne en plein collier. Il a été jusqu’à me dire : « Dans trois mois, l’indépendance nationale sera proclamée. Il ne restera plus du ministère actuel qu’un seul homme, ce sera Villèle »… J’en conclus que Villèle joue le Maréchal. Au reste, avec ses yeux vifs et ce visage énergique, il a une candeur d’ambition toute remarquable qui lui fascine étrangement la vue. Il a ajouté : « C’est le seul moyen à tenter pour arriver au pouvoir. Secondez-moi. Vous êtes l’homme de France qui a l’esprit le plus juste. Vous êtes considérable à la guerre, à la tribune. Nous nous arrangerons. » C’est le propre du maréchal Soult de former tour à tour de monstrueux desseins que la force des choses le contraint d’abandonner à peine qu’ils ont été conçus.

J’ai vu Semelé fort occupé de se faire nommer à Sarreguemines. Les divisions entre les constitutionnels nous feront manquer les élections de la Moselle. — Le duc de Valmy est attaqué d’une singulière maladie qui dure depuis 20 ans, et qui n’altère pas sa santé générale. Ce sont des coups de dard répétés de minute en minute, et durant une ou deux secondes. — Turenne, qui était chez le duc de Valmy, dit que c’est Mme du Cayla et le roi qui se sont lassés de Victor.

J’ai dîné chez l’amiral Truguet. Molitor, que je voyais pour la première fois, ne s’est-il pas avisé de me faire sotte et fraîche mine. Je lui ai répondu peu: une complète indifférence. Il ne sait pas qu’à Paris, le maréchal, c’est celui qui a le plus d’esprit. On voit bien qu’il ne vit que dans une société secondaire. Il parlait des ministres, de la réception de Madame, de sa campagne d’Espagne, de ses batailles. C’est un fat à qui la tête a tourné, qui croit avoir une position et qui n’a rien de ce qu’il faut pour la soutenir. Le Général Desprez et sa femme, Mme Hamelin et sa fille, le contre-amiral Villaumez, le Général Ménard et Sapey étaient nos autres convives. Desprez a du sens et du mérite. Il juge bien la Catalogne où il était chef d’état-major général du maréchal Moncey. Villaumez proclame le ministre de la marine un homme incapable, ignorant et paresseux. — Il y avait encore à dîner Belliard qu’on rencontre dans tous les salons, dans tous les dîners, dans toutes les fêtes et qui n’a pas un ennemi.

Après le dîner, j’ai passé la soirée chez la Duchesse de Vicence. J’ai entendu là ce merveilleux enfant de onze ans qui fait l’admiration de tout Paris sur le piano. Cette tête si productive et ces doigts si puissants sont un miracle de la nature. On dit que Mozart enfant était comme cela. Celui-ci est né en Hongrie.

[deceptigoons-attack]

A WHITE MARBLE BUST OF MARÉCHAL SOULT (1769-1851) by Jean-Antoine Houdon (Versailles 1741-1828 Paris), 1813)

'There are only two known marble busts of Maréchal Soult by the great French sculptor Jean-Antoine Houdon. The first was created for the salle des Maréchaux in the Palais des Tuileries and was displayed among other portrait busts of France's leading marshals, generals and navy men. However the bust disappeared in 1871 following the great fire at the Tuileries. The second bust was given to Soult's family, and is mostly likely the present sculpture. This second bust is recorded to be dated 1812, while our bust is dated 1813. However, the pen inscription to the reverse indicates that the bust descended from the family of Count Pierre de Mornay Soult de Dalmatie, Marquis de Mornay Montchevreuil (1837-1905), who was the grandson of Maréchal Soult via Soult's daughter, Joséphine Louise Hortense Soult de Dalmatie (1804-1862).'

(Source)

[armagnac-army]

I DEMAND YOU CREATE ANOTHER POLL !! And do not call it a “pity poll” unless you want your house flooded with my vikings

-Bernadotte

MARSHALATE PITY BALLOT

VOTE FOR ONE OF THE LESS POPULAR LES GRANDE CHAPEAUX!!! SOMEHOW BERTHIER THE NERD WON THE FIRST POLLE WITH ME IN SECOND PLACE SO LETS DO THIS SHIT AGAIN

IN CASE YOU DONT KNOW WHO WE ARE WE HAVE A "OUIKIPEDIA PAGE" ALL ABOUT US AND OUR BIG HATS BUT LONG STORY SHORT WERE NAPOLEONS TOP COMMANDERS WHO FUCK SHIT UP FOR HIM

SO ONCE AGAIN VOTE FOR WHOEEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT WHETHER THATS THE BEST OR THE SEXIEST OR THE MOST PATHETIC

YOU CAN EVEN STUFF THE BALLOTS IF YOU WANT THE EMPEROR DID IT SO WHY NOT YOU

This is a public service announcement. Do not engage in vote manipulation. -Maréchal Soult

IVE DEFINITELY NOT FORGOTTEN ANYONE THIS TIME AND THERES NOBODY SNEAKING ONTO THE BALLOT!!!!

FEEL FREE TO POST PROPAGANDA OR ANTI PROPAGANDA WE WILL SHARE IT IF ITS FUNNY

ALSO DO SHARE THIS SO THAT WE CAN SEE WHO WINS THE PITY VOTE AND MAYBE PIT THEM AGAINST BERTHIER IN A CAGE FIGHT

WHERES GROUCHY

[josefavomjaaga]

Hello, dear Josefa ✨

I hope you are doing well!

While Flower and myself were talking about our favourite couples of the napoleonic era, our conversation found its way to the Soults which we would love to group with couples like the Davouts or the Mortiers but can't because of the cheating on our monsieur le maréchal Soult's part.

With that in mind, we wondered: Do we know how madame Soult reacted to the cheating? How did her behaviour change through the first days, weeks, months after finding out? Did it even change?

We are aware that we don't know any details of the actual conversation where the couple discussed this matter but we still wanted to ask!

Thank you for your time and effort! c:

We do not really know, I fear. We do not even know when and how exactly she learned about Soult's little secondary Spanish family. It is quite possible that it did not come completely unexpected anymore, as people in Paris had been gossipping about Soult's alleged infidelities ever since 1810, and in one of his 1811 letters Soult kind of had admitted to a marital misstep.

If I remember correctly, Soult finally was granted permission to leave Spain by mid-February 1813, and could leave at the beginning of March. On his way through Southern France he took the occasion to go see his old mother in Saint-Amans, whom he originally had wanted to visit four years earlier, on his way into Spain. I do not remember (I'm not even sure if it is clear) if Louise and the kids already met with him in Saint-Amans or if they waited for him in Paris but I suspect they went to Saint-Amans and from there back to the capital that Soult reached at the beginning of April. He soon had to leave again, this time with Napoleon to Germany, on the 1813 campaign, and on 12 April he already gave full powers in all matters to his wife so she could handle affairs during his absence.

Did she at this point already know about the full extent of these affairs? It's likely, but we do not have any real clue.

She must have known by late June 1813, however (interestingly, that's the same time when, many miles away, Maria de la Paz Baylèn and her little baby son leave Spain and enter France). We know that because Soult in his letter fom 23 June at least vaguely hints at how hurt Louise must have been by his confessions. He invites her to come to meet with him at Dresden with their children, despite the fact that [...]

you will not be lodged very well, but you will be with me, your sorrows will cease, your cheerfulness will return, and you will be certain that, despite everything that has happened, you have never ceased to be tenderly loved [...]

"Despite everything that has happened" clearly means that by that point, Louise is fully aware of the existence of Maria de la Paz and her baby. And she had taken it badly, as was to be expected. Obviously, she doubted Soult's love for her, and she may have considered taking further steps, or at least that's something Soult feared:

I'm not talking about the other feelings, for nothing could add to their strength other than the step you're taking right now.

(All emphasis by me)

And then he continues to implore her to come and sit down with him and talk it all over.

So, obviously lots of trouble in honeymoon land. From the looks of it, I'd say Louise did not so much react with fury, but rather turned sad and depressed - which probably hit Soult far more. Her fury she apparently kept in stock for one French emperor to be used when she heard that her husband was about to be sent back to Spain again. But that's a different story 😁.

Thank you for the question, and I hope this kind of suffices, as it seems to be all information there is. (All quotes from N. Gotteri, "Le Maréchal Soult", as usual.)

[le-brave-des-braves]

#art so good soult would steal it

Excuse me. I am glad that you admit that I have superior taste in artistic works, but your pettiness knows no bounds.

-- @murillo-enthusiast, Duke of Dalmatia

I am only stating the facts. I cannot deny you have good taste in art which happens to be the only positive thing about your Excellency.

However, it’s you who simply tells their men to throw away their weapons so they can carry more loot. Your way of acquiring the art for your collection is more than shady.

This is not how Maréchal d’Empire should act.

Regards

Michel Ney,

Prince de la Moskowa, Duc d’Elchingen