Books with author Louisa Muhlbach

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Louise Mühlbach was the pen name of Clara Mundt (1814-1873), an Austrian writer best known for her works of historical fiction. Among her famous works are: Napoleon and Blucher (1845), Joseph II. and His Court (1858), Henry VIII and His Court (1865), The Empress Josephine (1867), Frederick the Great and His Family (1867), Berlin and Sans- Souci; or Frederick the Great and His Friends (1867), The Merchant of Berlin (1867), Old Fritz and the New Era (1867), Marie Antoinette and Her Son (1867), Andreas Hofer (1868), Prince Eugene and His Times (1869), The Daughter of an Empress (1869), and A Conspiracy of the Carbonari (1896).

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ... The queen rose from her chair like an exasper Goncourt's " Histoire de Marie Antoinette," p. 265, ated lioness, and advanced to the front of the box. Standing erect, with flaming looks of anger, with cheeks like purple, she confronted them there--the true heir of the Odesars, the courageous daughter of Maria Theresa--and had already opened her lips to speak and overwhelm the traitor with her wrath, when another voice was heard giving answer to Marat. It cried: "Be silent, Marat, be silent. Whoever dares to insult a woman, be she queen or beggar, dishonors himself, his mother, his wife, and his daughter. I call on you all, I call on the whole public, to take the part of a defenceless woman, whom Marat ventures to mortally insult. You all have mothers and wives; you may, perhaps, some day have daughters. Defend the honor of woman! Do not permit it to be degraded in your presence. Marat has insulted a woman; Awe owe her satisfaction for it. Join with me in the cry, l Long live the queen! Long live Marie Antoinette!' " &And the public, carried away with the enthusiasm of this young, handsome man, who had risen in his box, and whose slender, proud figure towered above all--the public broke into one united stirring cry: " Long live the queen! Long live Marie Antoinette!" Marat, trembling with rage, his countenance Suffused with a livid paleness, sank back in his chair. " I knew very well that Barnave was a traitor," he whispered. "I shall remember this moment, and Barnave shall one day atone for it with his head." " Barnave, it is Barnave," whispered the queen to herself. " He has rescued me from great danger, for I was on the point of being carried away by my wrath, and...