Nine years later, on the anniversary of the death of his niece, Nathalie, Eugene reflected on that event in his journal
November 14: A painful anniversary! The angelic Nathalie. If I was thinking of you during the holy sacrifice, it was only to thank God for the all the virtues with which he adorned your beautiful soul, and the glory which he has called you to share. I contemplated you in heaven where you reign since your creator called you there to take you away from the malice and corruption of this world where you appeared only briefly to make your passing regretted by all those who knew you.
But we who loved you so tenderly, we who looked forward to years of happiness in the sweet flowering of our common affection, how can we be consoled at your loss? This feeling is just as alive and as bitter as it was on that heart-rending day when you were taken from us. Faith, faith alone, and the hope of meeting you once again in the bosom of God can sweeten our sorrow.
Diary, 14 November 1838, EO XIX
“Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.” Quintus Ennius