Immer wieder das gleiche Spiel.

Hortense Bonaparte tells her story of how her sons got caught up into a revolution that was really more of a trap for good people.

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This very night the sea is frightful, the waves beat up to my window, and I found it more consoling to see my son in his bed, suffering from pride, than to see him traveling on this stormy sea which would have caused so much terror to me if he had had to confront it.
Yet this frightful wind saved the boat which confided in it; it led her straight to Corfu.
The Austrians could not reach it. In the midst of all these new torments, General Armandi had come to see me. “Non-intervention has ruined us,” he told me; “We have always deluded ourselves in the hope that France would support us. Now we have to give it up. The Pope's states present no military force, no resources. We must give in, and at least save these worthwhile youths who have compromised themselves so they won’t end up filling the prisons.”

He told me that they had set free, by the revolution, nearly twenty thousand individuals. If General Armandi had not assured me, I would have found it difficult to believe it. It was therefore necessary to fear everything from the return of papal power.
This is why the general, as he explained to me, came to an understanding with Cardinal Benvenuti, who, gave himself some time by putting himself under surveillance in Ancona to be shielded from the animosity of the people. Then he regained his freedom and took over the reins of the government by means of the passports which had been issued to all those who wanted to cross into France.

The youth cried treason. They always wanted to fight, and they gave their enemies all means of killing them.
One cannot accuse them of having lacked bravery, for without ammunition, without any means of defense, she fought courageously at Rimini against the Austrians so superior in number, so accustomed to Italy, and whose triumph was certain.

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Hortense Bonaparte raconte comment ses fils ont été pris dans une révolution qui était vraiment plus un piège pour les bonnes personnes.