No. 7 To Josephine, at Milan
Brescia, August 30, 1796.
Arriving, my beloved, my first thought is to write to you. Your health, your sweet face and form have not been absent a moment from my thoughts the whole day. I shall be comfortable only when I have got letters from you. I await them impatiently. You cannot possibly imagine my uneasiness. I left you vexed, annoyed, and not well. If the deepest and sincerest affection can make you happy, you ought to be.... I am worked to death.
Adieu, my kind Josephine: love me, keep well, and often, often think of me.
Bonaparte.