#marshal soult

[bibliophilicstranger]

For all the obsessive Napoleonic Marshals fans, from the Dictionary of Surnames:

Make of that what you will.

[snatching-ishidates-wig]

Post-Austerlitz Complaints and Recriminations

(aka Imperial Alert: The girls are fightingggg)

"After Austerlitz, as after Ulm, there was a rich crop of mutual complaints and recriminations among the Marshals. A bitter feud between Bernadotte and Davout was developing and there were respective rows between Lannes and Soult, Soult and Davout, and Murat and Lannes. To crown everything Lannes to offense at the Emperor's bulletin which he felt, gave insufficient credit to the work done by Lannes' corps, and took himself off on a prolonged, self-awarded leave. It is significant that while Napoleon was swift to punish dereliction of duty by his Marshals in future years, he let this peccadillo pass."

(Humble, Richard. Napoleon’s Peninsular Marshals. 1975.)

[isa-ko]

Soult showing Massena something he found.

[gabrielferaud]

Catel & Farcy 1960s Napoleon Playing Cards

♣️: Napoleon and Josephine

♠️: Soult and (I presume?) his wife Louise

♥️: Lannes and Pauline

♦️: Murat and Caroline

All of the Jacks/Valets are just soldiers, not specific people; all of the numbered cards and aces are regular cards.

[klara-1838]

“I have you at last!”

(how the Iron Duke met marshal Soult)

The Iron Duke was seen by his bemused guests to tiptoe the full length of his drawing room, a silk handkerchief held across his face, and steal up behind a figure in a plain blue coat topped by a untidy mane of grey hair who was lounging abstractedly by one of the fireplaces; there was a hush in the conversation as the sprightly old Duke pounced on the stranger, pinioned him round the shoulders and let forth a deafening cry of ‘View Halloo! I’ve got him, by damme; I’ve found you at last, Marshal Soult!’

I hope this meme wasn’t done already😅.

[ot-alsace]

Marshal Soult

[usergreenpixel]

My OC, Joaquín, is beginning his apprenticeship under Goya… and expressing his feelings on Soult in the process, hehe. Definitely not Goya’s caricatures, but the boy is just starting out and needs to learn a lot.

( @amypihcs , @josefavomjaaga , @that-enragee )

Just don’t tell him that Goya is watching. This old artist isn’t frowning for a change though, so maybe it’s a good sign!

(Art by @michel-feuilly !)

[araiz-zaria]

...here, have some more Marshal Barbies!! 😂🤣🤣🙈

[microcosme11]

Marshal Soult from pinterest

[sunsolii]

Happy Birthday Soult!!!!!

[ratt-fried-this-pasta]

He does things and thinks many thoughts

[snatching-ishidates-wig]

Maréchal Jean-de-Dieu Soult.

[captainknell]

I had a dream last night and in the dream, I was referring to it as a "Napoleon/Ghost Adventures crossover". Apparently the guys were trying to contact the ghost of Marshal Soult (so random). Zak got mad because Aaron, Jay, and Billy said they were making corndogs but it was really chicken on skewers that they were squishing bread around (??). But then the ghost of a kid on a bike popped up right in front of Zak and he cried. Wtf. Where was Soult anyways? 😂

[isa-ko]

Thought this meme went well with Marshal Soult and his family hehe

[gabrielferaud]

le roi nicolas de carreaux

[gabrielferaud]

“He is extremely bow-legged, which is evidently increased by the wound that makes him limp, and though he wears ample pantaloons to conceal the effect, nothing but petticoats can ever prevent the lower extremities of the marshal from presenting the appearance of a paranthesis.”

well that’s not a very nice thing to say

(Healey, Jean-de-dieu Soult, Wellington Collection, Apsley House)

For Soult’s birthday, why don’t we start at the end? Here’s another description of aged Soult, by an American visitor to Paris:

From Joel Tyler Headley, »Napoleon and His Marshals«, 1846, Chapter X

No American has visited the Chamber of Peers within the last few years without being struck with the appearance of Marshal Soult. The old warrior, with his grave and severe look, comes limping into the hall, almost the sole representative of that band of heroes to whom Napoleon committed his empire, and whose names are indissolubly linked with his through all coming times. He is now about seventy-seven years of age, though erect as a soldier. His head is bald on the top, and the thin hair that remains is whitened by the frosts of age. He is, perhaps, a little over the middle height, rather square built, and evidently once possessed great muscular power. His eye is dark, and now and then exhibits something of its ancient fire, while his brown visage looks as if he had just returned from a long campaign, rather than lived at his ease in Paris. He is extremely bow-legged, which is evidently increased by the wound that makes him limp, and though he wears ample pantaloons to conceal the effect, nothing but petticoats can ever prevent the lower extremities of the marshal from presenting the appearance of a paranthesis. He received his wound in storming Monte Creto, at the time when Masséna was besieged in Genoa. His voice is rather guttural, and its tone severe, as if belonging to a man who had passed his life in a camp.

As if he had passed his life in a camp indeed. In 1846, Soult was still the main pillar holding up Louis Philippe’s July monarchy. Since 1830 he had been at odds with the king several times, he was at odds with most of his colleagues, he felt too old for the stress of everyday politics, his health was giving in and for a decade he had only agreed to remain in office if he was allowed to spend several months per year at Soultberg in his home town Saint-Amans. And yet he somehow still was there, because apparently he was the only one, by his sheer will power, to keep that ramshackle monarchy with its changing ministries running.

Soult finally left office in 1847.

The Revolution of 1848 kicked Louis Philippe out the next year.