#auguste marmont

[auguste-marmonts-only-fan]

Hello hello

So, I have been thinking....there is pretty much NO information about the Iliriyan provinces online....it is extremely hard to come by

That lead me to compile as many pictures as I could with the resources I had on hand, before I start some pictures might be bad quality becouse I took them on my phone with bad lighting...sorry 😅

A monument built in 1808 to honor Marmont, Trogir- Croatia

It's whole purpose was just to look pretty

The Napoleon monument in Makraska

It has nothing to do with Napoleon, it was built to honor Marmont

Border stone for the Iliriyan provinces, Zagreb-Croatia

It marked the border between the french and austrian sides

Map of the Iliriyan provinces

Orange marks the provinces,light green the ottoman empire,dark green Austria,light orange Croatia and the brown is Hungary (Ugarska/Vugarska)

Pages of the Kraglski dalmatin/Royal dalmatian

Aka the first ever croatian news paper in both italian and croatian, which was print by the french

A law signed by Marmont preventing the arrival of Russian boats in iliran docks

French wear house in Slunj, Croatia

Clerks seal, around 1809 from the city of Karlovac in Croatia

Ilirian coat of arms,1809

Next post will be the uniforms!

Check reblogs

[ot-alsace]

Marechal Marmont

[josefavomjaaga]

While several of his future colleagues were half-orphans or otherwise must have had a rather unhappy childhood, Auguste Frédéric Viesse de Marmont for once comes from a perfect background: only, dearly beloved son of a family of landed gentry. His father Nicolas-Edme had married the daughter of a wealthy Parisian civil servant, the spouses were very much in love with each other and would remain so throughout their lives. Auguste’s older sister died at the age of eight, and his parents doted on their surviving child all the more. His father in particular watched over everything, from Auguste’s first teeth to his education, and during his son's childhood illnesses, his father noted down every little thing in a diary (which still exists): Sweating, meals eaten, hoarseness and breathing and consistency of bowel movements.

Franck Favier in his book on Marmont cites a passage from this journal to show the timetable for young Auguste’s education:

Up at 7 a.m., then his prayers, cleaning his ears, washing his hands and mouth with a sponge, and all this within half an hour.

At half-past seven, practice of his violin.

At eight, breakfast; breakfast taking half an hour.

Recreation until 9 o'clock.

At 9 o'clock, ten verses by heart.

At half-past nine, first lesson in drawing circles and ovals.

At a quarter past ten, recreation until a quarter to eleven.

At a quarter to eleven, reading and hairdressing.

At half past eleven, geometry instruction until noon.

Recreation until half-past twelve and after his lunch until three-quarters past one.

At 2 o'clock, drawing instruction for heads…

(Translated from F. Favier, “Marmont. Le Maudit”)

Starting at the age of nine, there’s also a comprehensive physical training with running, jumping and marching. Papa Marmont hired teachers for his son’s early education before sending him to a collège where Auguste would befriend a rather unruly fellow student named Andoche Junot destined to become a lawyer, but already dreaming of soldiering and the glory of arms. A dream young Auguste soon shared. A little grumbling (he surely had not groomed this perfect son to see his talents wasted in the army!) Papa Marmont gave in to his son’s wishes, under the condition that Junior would join the artillery, where he at least had to use his head and even might learn a thing or two that would later prove useful outside the army, in real life… This new career path in the end led Marmont to meeting a certain Napoleon Bonaparte, in Dijon 1791.

Let’s fast-forward a little: Robespierre’s fall, Bonaparte imprisoned, Marmont and Junot planning to free him, Bonaparte in semi-disgrace, Papa Marmont feeding the trio, then 13 Vendémière, Marmont becoming aide-de-camp to general Bonaparte, following him to Italy…

It’s in autumn 1796 when Marmont, in triumph, brings to Paris some flags taken from the enemy. To mark the occasion, the ultra-rich Swiss banker Perrégaux gives a ball in his Paris residence, with the dashing young war hero at the centre of attention. Perrégaux’s daughter Hortense immediately falls in love. Hard.

Hortense (born in 1779) was yet another disciple of Madame Campan’s famous institute of future imperial brides, and a good friend of the other Hortense, Hortense de Berauharnais. (Call me biased all you want but there is a pattern there.) She was also intelligent, witty, strong-willed and her father's spoilt favourite. She proved this strength of will to her father, when the latter began to look for a husband for his daughter over the next few months (a husband who was not called "Marmont", obviously, because a simple soldier was not an appropriate match). Hortense however refused to even look at the candidates. In April 1797, she went so far as to lock herself up in her room for days … and of course she got her way in the end. By May 1797, Papa Perrégaux promised her she could have that nobody of a soldier if she insisted.

Marmont, as to him, had long returned to Italy and was blissfully unaware of the storm he had caused in one of the first families of Paris. As a matter of fact, in that same May 1797 Bonaparte gave him a furious telling-off, for Marmont had returned to headquarters twenty-four hours late. Twenty-four hours that he had apparently spent in the arms of some Venetian beauty. (In his memoirs Marmont claims that Napoleon in July of that year wanted to marry him to his sister Pauline, which seems to be an obvious lie as by the time Marmont claims the proposal was made, Pauline was already engaged to Leclerc.)

It’s only in April 1798 when Marmont and Mlle Perrégaux finally tie the knot. Of course, for Marmont these new family relations are a dream come true. His young wife brings him a million in dowry. Both spouses have beauty, wit and intelligence and are adored by tout Paris.

Difficulties start as soon as the young couple visits Marmont’s family estate in Châtillon-sur-Seine. Living in the province, with only a couple of old-fashioned landed gentry for company, clearly is not to Hortense’s likings. Particularly, as Marmont soon leaves her alone in this hillbilly family circle, in order to follow Napoleon to Egypt. Soon enough, Hortense returns to Paris and lives with her father again.

That’s where Marmont will find her on his return from Egypt, and for some time, all seems fine again (despite Papa and Maman Marmont being decidedly unhappy with that spoilt brat of a daughter-in-law). The couple moves into a house of their own, Marmont starts to show first signs of vanity and shows of his wealth in the style of a true nouveau riche, even somewhat alienating himself from his parents. Hortense, as to her, is often invited to Malmaison, much to Marmont’s chagrin – the new court forming there to him seems a bit too permissive in terms of morals. As a matter of fact, he even suspects the First Consul of having set his eyes on Madame Marmont!

Let’s fast-forward again as things start to turn ugly rather quickly in Marmont’s marriage: He has always been a favourite with the ladies, sees no reason to stop that, and his wife, not used to giving up on any of her whims, will soon start to have affairs of her own. Marmont suspects her of having affairs with Napoleon and with her father’s partner Laffitte.

On 10 December 1807, while Marmont is in Dalmatia, a boy named Jacques Alfred Valberg is born in Paris. Eight months later, an ADC of Marmont’s recognises him as his son, the mother in the papers being named as Marie Perdraux, living in rue de Hazard. - Considering that this boy will be the sole heir of Hortense Perregaux-Marmont’s fortune in 1857, certain suspicions may be allowed…

By the time Marmont receives his marshal’s baton, his marriage is long in shambles. And yet they can’t divorce, they are kept together by – money. Both have grown fond of luxury, both love to overspend, and Marmont’s family relations to the banker’s family are necessary for him to keeo up his life style. He has shares in many of his father-in-law’s business projects.

It’s only during the Restauration, when he has become the infamous »Duc de Raguse« that he will officially separate from his wife (but not divorce). She will live a couple of years longer than him, and it would be interesting to hear her thoughts on her husband’s famous memoirs. He does not treat her kindly in them.

[microcosme11]

Happy Birthday, Marshal Marmont! (via GIPHY)

[isa-ko]

I think I’m having a napoleonic styled doodle fever. I can’t stop drawing marshals. The drawing brainrot has finally begun.

[meneeddeadmenyaoi]

junot's doodles again+ 1 marjuno ^^

[flowwochair]

I need to stop thinking about jurmont before I start feeling bad for marmont, marmont SUCKS, BOOOO JUNOT PICKED NAPOLEON OVER YOU BOOOO

[captainknell]

Happy birthday Marshal Marmont!

July 20, 1774

[oldmon3y]

Lana Del Rey leaving the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles, California on August 4, 2012

[koda-friedrich]

The Four of Toulon✨

[northernmariette]

Happy Birthday, Marshal Marmont!

Considering the length of this post, I guess I’m making up somewhat for all the other Marshals whose birthday I neglected in the past few months. I’m also interested in this Marshal because he has become such a cardboard cutout in the popular imagination, and nobody on Earth is a cardboard cutout; this characterization only makes me more curious about what he was actually like. 

A biography of Marmont, in French, was published just a year or two ago. Reading its first pages from the Amazon site ( https://www.amazon.ca/MARMONT-Franck-Favier/dp/2262068054/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2XGX0RQWO1G9P&keywords=marmont&qid=1658303682&s=books&sprefix=marmont%2Cstripbooks%2C127&sr=1-2&asin=B07DGNKW98&revisionId=&format=2&depth=1 ), I found out how carefully educated he was, the one surviving child of well-to-do, happily married, doting parents.

As I’m always interested in links between prominent people of the period, I was happy to discover that he knew an already turbulent Junot from adolescence; that he met Napoleon as early as 1791, and Duroc in 1792; and that in 1793, he was serving under Kellermann, the oldest future Marshal and he, Marmont, the youngest. Their difference in age was forty years.

About Kellermann, Marmont wrote this to his mother: that Kellermann was an old military commander who had previously fought in 16 campaigns, and who took advice from nobody; but who did seek Marmont’s opinion at times, and who adopted it. Did Kellermann do so? I don’t know, but Marmont’s education was excellent, as previously noted, and whatever one might think about him he was one sharp tack.

Finally, this is some of what old curmudgeon McDonnell wrote about Marmont's time in Dalmatia: "His activity was prodigious. He set up a new constitution for the ancient city of Ragusa, conducted negotiations with Turkey and Montenegro, created the Dalmatian Legion, appointed new judges, reorganized the finances of both his army and of the country, established large depôts in various towns in order to enable him to march independently of lines of communication, drew up plans for an invasion of Turkey, decentralized the military hospitals, built fortifications, bridges, dykes, among the marsh-lands and cutting through the rocks, and during his governorship visited every village and hamlet in all Dalmatia, and knew every hill and mountain by its name." I wish I had this kind of energy.

[auguste-marmonts-only-fan]

Exclusive pictures from Marmonts memoirs ( croatian addition)

Hello hello!

I got my hands on a physical copy of Marmonts memoirs (book 9 - the Iliriyan provinces)

And there are some exclusive pictures that can't be found on the Internet- I'm going to upload them so more people from around the globe can see them 🫶✨️

Marmonts seal/ coat of arms

The original front page of Marmonts first addition memoirs

Napoleons portrait that was gifted to the Franciscans of Šibenik (pronounced: She-benic)

A map of the roads from the itinerary of the French troops

A order prohibiting boarding of Russian ships

A picture showing the liberation of Dubrovnik from the Russian-Montenegrin siege

Plan of urban development of the Split coast

Medals of the Municipality of Split in honor of Marshal Marmont

Sketch of the Marmont memorial pyramid in Makarska

Photo of Marmont riding a horse (made by a resident of the Iliriyan provinces)

.....there will be a part two...

[nobrashfestivity]

Hannah Wilke The Artist in Her Studio, Chateau Marmont, Los Angeles, August 1970 Performalist Self-Portrait with Claes Oldenburg Hannah Wilke Collection & Archive, Los Angeles

[josefavomjaaga]

Eugène on the capture of Malta

Somebody committed the grave error to show interest in Eugène’s memoirs … so I thought maybe there is some more interest somewhere out there. Most of what Eugène writes is very brief, it’s possible that this was only a first draft, outlining the events, to be elaborated on later. Which never happened, due to Eugène’s death.

I’ll start with the departure of the French army for Egypt. For context: Eugène (16), had just returned from another journey that had taken him on Napoleon’s orders to Corfou, Naples and Rome (where Napoleon’s brother Joseph held the post of French ambassador and where he had witnessed anti-French riots and the death of a general who should have married Napoleon’s ex Desirée Clary).

I accompanied the ambassador [Joseph Bonaparte] to Paris, where I stayed for some time; since, in the first days of April, I received the order to leave, with several of my comrades, for Toulon. General Bonaparte arrived there on 9 May; eight days later, we were embarked on board the one hundred and twenty-gun ship Orient, and on 20 May, all the ships of the fleet set sail. It was a magnificent sight to see more than four hundred sails, protected by thirty ships of the line or frigates, sailing away from the shores of France to chase the glory and hazards of a distant expedition, the aim of which was still unknown to most of us.

At the end of twenty days, we arrived at the sight of Malta, and, the next day, after some talks with the city of Valletta, we disembarked at two different points, to the east and west of this place, at the same time as another column was also making a landing on the island of Gozo. I was sent, on the morning of 11 June, to General Desaix, and, in the evening, to the chief of brigade Marmont. I was with the latter at the moment when the garrison made a fairly large sortie; it was repulsed with some casualties; five flags were taken from the enemy, and I had the good fortune to capture one. After the affair, I was charged by the chief of brigade Marmont to carry the five flags to General Bonaparte, who was on board the Orient. The following day negotiations with the place were started, and we entered it on the 13th.

The general-in-chief visited the fortifications, and I remember very well hearing General Dufalgua, commander of the army's engineers, jokingly complimenting him on the fact that someone had been found in the fortress to open the doors.

And I can just see one 16-year-old sous-lieutenant being all shocked by this. Treason? When he had just been so proud of the French army gloriously defeating the enemy?

Also interesting to note: There was a time when Marmont and Eugène got along just fine.

[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

[cadmusfly]

Tag Yourself: Unabridged Shitty Drawing Marshal of the Empire Edition

Yes All 26 Of Them + Bonus 2

drawn and compiled by yours truly, initial and probably inaccurate research assisted by Chet Jean-Paul Tee, additional research from Napoleon and his Marshals by A G MacDonnell, Swords Around A Throne by John R Elting and a bunch of other books and Wikipedia pages

captions under images

mike (Michel Ney)

- full of every emotion

- always has ur back

joe (Joachim Murat)

- it's called fashion sweetheart

- will not stop flirting

lens (Jean Lannes)

- bestie who will call u out on ur shit

- does not like their photo taken

bessie (Jean-Baptiste Bessieres)

- actually nice under the ice

- was born in the wrong generation

dave (Louis-Nicolas Davout)

- overachiever

- 20 year old boomer

salt (Jean-de-Dieu Soult)

- people think ur up to no good

- doesn’t cope with sudden changes 2 plans

andrew (Andre Massena)

- actually up to no good

- sleepy until special interest is activated

bertie (Louis-Alexandre Berthier)

- carries the group project

- voted most likely to make a stalker shrine

auggie (Pierre Augereau)

- shady past full of batshit stories

- will not stop swearing in the christian minecraft server

lefrank (François Joseph Lefebvre)

- dad friend

- in my day we walked to school uphill both ways

big mac (Étienne Macdonald)

- brutally honest

- won't let you borrow their charger even if they have 100%

gill (Guillaume Brune)

- love-hate relationship with group chats

- pretends not to care, checks social media every 2 minutes

ouchie (Nicholas Oudinot)

- needs to buy bandages in bulk

- a little aggro

pony (Józef Antoni Poniatowski)

- can't swim

- tries 2 hard to fit in, everyone secretly loves them anyway

grumpy (Emmanuel de Grouchy)

- can't find them when u need them

- complains about the music, never suggests alternatives

bernie (Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte)

- always talks about their other friendship group

- most successful, nobody knows how

monty (Auguste de Marmont)

- does not save u a seat

- causes drama and then lurks in the background

monch (Bon-Adrien Jeannot de Moncey)

- last to leave the party

- dependable

morty (Édouard Mortier)

- everyone looks up 2 them literally and figuratively

- golden retriever friend

jordan (Jean-Baptiste Jourdan)

- volunteers other people for things

- has 20+ alarms but still oversleeps

kelly (François Christophe de Kellermann)

- old as balls but still got it

- waiting in the wings

gov (Laurent de Gouvion Saint-Cyr)

- infuriatingly modest about their art skills

- thinks too much before they speak

perry (Catherine-Dominique de Pérignon)

- low-key rich, only buys things on sale

- “let’s order pizza” solution to everything

sachet (Louis-Gabriel Suchet)

- dependable friend who always brings snacks

- lowkey keeps the group together

cereal (Jean-Mathieu-Philibert Sérurier)

- unnervingly methodical and precise about fun

- will delete your social media after u die

vic (Claude Victor-Perrin)

- loves spicy food but can’t handle it

- says they're fine, not actually fine

Bonus!

june (Jean Andoche Junot)

- chaotic disaster bisexual

- will kill a man 4 their bestie

the rock (Géraud Duroc)

- keeps a tidy house

- mom friend with snacks