various commands during these days of crises, he maintained discipline by his popularity, was on terms with the insurgent people, and placed himself at their head, in order to restrain them.  The people believed him certainly on their side; the soldiery adored him; he detested anarchy, but flattered the demagogues.  He applied very skilfully to his popularity those able tactics which Favier had taught him.  He viewed the Revolution as an heroic intrigue.  He manoeuvred his patriotism as he would have manoeuvred his battalions on the field of battle.  He considered the coming war with much delight, knowing already all of a hero’s part.  He foresaw that the Revolution, deserted by the nobility, and assailed by all Europe, would require a general ready formed to direct the undisciplined efforts of the masses it had excited.  He prepared himself for that post.  The long subordination of his genius fatigued him.  At fifty-six years of age he had the fire of youth with all the coolness of age; his earnest desire was advancement; the yearning of his soul for fame was the more intense in proportion to the years he had already unavailingly passed.  His frame, fortified by climates and voyages, lent itself, like a passive instrument, to his activity:  all was young in him except his amount of years; they were expended, but not by energy.  He had the youth of Caesar, an impatient desire for fortune, and the certainty of acquiring it.  With great men, to live is to rise in renown; he had not lived, because his reputation was not equivalent to his ambition.

VII.

Dumouriez was of that middle stature of the French soldier who wears his uniform gracefully, his havresac lightly, and his musket and sabre as if he did not feel their weight.  Equally agile and compact, his body had the cast of those statues of warriors who repose on their expanded muscles, and yet seem ready to advance.  His attitude was confident and proud; all his motions were as rapid as his mind.  He vaulted into the saddle without touching the stirrup, holding the mane by his left hand.  He sprung to the ground with one effort, and handled the bayonet of the soldier as vigorously as the sword of the general.  His head, rather thrown backwards, rose well from his shoulders, and turned on his neck with ease and grace, like all elegant men.  These haughty motions of his head made him look taller under the tricoloured cockade.  His brow was lofty, well-turned, flat at the temples, and well displayed; his muscles set in play by his reflection and resolution.  The salient and well-defined angles announced sensibility of mind beneath delicacy of understanding and the most exquisite tact.  His eyes were black, large, and full of fire; his long lids, beginning to turn grey, increased their brilliancy, though sometimes they were very soft; his nose, and the oval of his countenance, were of that aquiline type which reveals races ennobled by war and empire; his mouth, flexible