No. 25 To the Empress, at Mayence
Golymin, December 29, 1806, 5 A.M.
I write you only a line, my dear. I am in a wretched barn. I have beaten the Russians, taken thirty pieces of cannon, their baggage, and 6000 prisoners; but the weather is frightful. It is raining; we have mud up to our knees.
In two days I shall be at Warsaw, whence I shall write you.—Yours ever,
Napoleon.