I will send you their letters as soon as I am joined by my household, which is now somewhat dispersed.
We have made five thousand prisoners, and killed at least six thousand of the enemy.

Adieu, my adorable Josephine.

Think of me often.

When you cease to love your Achilles, when your heart grows cool towards him, you wilt be very cruel, very unjust.

But I am sure you will always continue my faithful mistress, as I shall ever remain your fond lover ('tendre amie').