Rumours about the health of the Emperor Napoleon are incessantly
circulated, both in Paris and London. No two of them agree as to the complaint, but all assert that he is very ill. The secret is very strictly kept by the few to whom the truth must be known, but all the evidence points to one conclusion. The Emperor is ill, and ill of some disease which does not kill and does not keep him in bed, but is attended with great suffering. Beyond that all is conjecture, and of all the conjectures the wildest seems to be the one which represents the Emperor as suffering from monomania. There is balance as well as power in that man's brain.