ELIZABETH [Elisabeth Philippine Marie Helene of] (1764-1794), commonly called Madame Elizabeth, daughter of Louis the Dauphin and Marie Josephine of Saxony, and sister of Louis XVI., was born at Versailles on the 3rd of May 1764.
Helene there are very few reflections of this kind and the emperor appears in a guise far more life-like.
De Montholon, Recits de la captivite de l'empereur Napoleon a Ste Helene (2 vols., Paris, 1847); Comte E.
De Las Cases, Memorial de Ste Helene (4 vols., London and Paris, 1823); Lady Malcolm, A Diary of St Helena (London, 1899); W.
Santini's Appeal to the British Nation (London, 1817) and the Manuscrit venu de Ste Helene d'une maniere inconnue (London, 1817) are forgeries.
Lassalle, by Helene von Racowitza, a very strange book; Enthiillungen fiber das tragische Lebensende F.
Two more children were born to her; Louis Charles, duke of Normandy, afterwards dauphin, on the 27th of March 1785, and Sophie Helene Beatrix (d.
He had married in 1610, Helene Boulle, then but twelve years old.
Among the translations made by "Carmen Sylva" are German versions of Pierre Loti's romance Pecheur d'Islande, and of Paul de St Victor's dramatic criticisms Les DeuxMasques (Paris,1881-1884); and in particular The Bard of the Dimbovitza, a fine English version by "Carmen Sylva" and Alma Strettell of Helene Vacarescu's collection of Rumanian folk-songs, &c., entitled Lieder aus dem Dimbovitzathal (Bonn, 1889).
An interesting form of speech automatism is known as Glossolalia; in the typical case of Helene Smith, Th.
See also Reynaud, Life of Merlin de Thionville; Ney, Memoirs; Dumas, Souvenirs; Las Casas, Memorial de Ste Helene; J.
High, stands the old fort of Munkács, which played an important part in Hungarian history, and was especially famous for its heroic defence by Helene Zrinyi, wife of Emeric Tdkdli and mother of Francis Rakoczy II., for three years against the Austrians (1685-1688).
His wife, Helene Nyblom, was well known as a novelist.
Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor.
Another, of young people, was grouped round the beautiful Princess Helene, Prince Vasili's daughter, and the little Princess Bolkonskaya, very pretty and rosy, though rather too plump for her age.
"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.
Helene was so lovely that not only did she not show any trace of coquetry, but on the contrary she even appeared shy of her unquestionable and all too victorious beauty.
His daughter, Princess Helene, passed between the chairs, lightly holding up the folds of her dress, and the smile shone still more radiantly on her beautiful face.
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.
In the beginning of the winter of 1805-6 Pierre received one of Anna Pavlovna's usual pink notes with an invitation to which was added: "You will find the beautiful Helene here, whom it is always delightful to see."
When he read that sentence, Pierre felt for the first time that some link which other people recognized had grown up between himself and Helene, and that thought both alarmed him, as if some obligation were being imposed on him which he could not fulfill, and pleased him as an entertaining supposition.
(She glanced at Helene and smiled at her.)
My dear Helene, be charitable to my poor aunt who adores you.
If he ever thought of Helene, it was just of her beauty and her remarkable skill in appearing silently dignified in society.
The old aunt received the two young people in her corner, but seemed desirous of hiding her adoration for Helene and inclined rather to show her fear of Anna Pavlovna.
Helene smiled, with a look implying that she did not admit the possibility of anyone seeing her without being enchanted.
The aunt coughed, swallowed, and said in French that she was very pleased to see Helene, then she turned to Pierre with the same words of welcome and the same look.
In the middle of a dull and halting conversation, Helene turned to Pierre with the beautiful bright smile that she gave to everyone.
Princess Helene asked to see the portrait of the aunt's husband on the box lid.
Helene stooped forward to make room, and looked round with a smile.
Helene seemed to say.
And at that moment Pierre felt that Helene not only could, but must, be his wife, and that it could not be otherwise.
Pierre did not look at Helene nor she at him.
At the other end sat the younger and less important guests, and there too sat the members of the family, and Pierre and Helene, side by side.
To each of them he made some careless and agreeable remark except to Pierre and Helene, whose presence he seemed not to notice.
Only Pierre and Helene sat silently side by side almost at the bottom of the table, a suppressed smile brightening both their faces, a smile that had nothing to do with Sergey Kuzmich--a smile of bashfulness at their own feelings.
Not only the guests but even the footmen waiting at table seemed to feel this, and they forgot their duties as they looked at the beautiful Helene with her radiant face and at the red, broad, and happy though uneasy face of Pierre.
It's the truth! and he himself smiled his gentle childlike smile, and Helene smiled too.