things at home and abroad, and 40,000 insurgents appeared in arms, withstanding, with varied success, the troops of the Republic, and threatening, by their example, to rekindle a general civil war in France.  Such was, or had recently been, the state of affairs when Buonaparte landed at Frejus, and sent before him to Paris, to the inexpressible delight of a nation of late accustomed to hear of nothing but military disasters, the intelligence of that splendid victory which had just destroyed the great Turkish armament at Aboukir.  He arrived at a moment when all men, of all parties, were satisfied that a new revolution was at hand; and when the leaders of all the contending factions were equally desirous of invoking arms to their support in the inevitable struggle.  Napoleon’s voyage had been one of constant peril; for the Mediterranean was traversed in all directions by English ships of war, in whose presence resistance would have been hopeless.  He occupied his time, during this period of general anxiety, in very peaceful studies:  he read the Bible, the Koran, Homer; conversed with his savans on the old times and manners of the East; and solved problems in geometry.  He also spent many hours in playing at the game of vingt-un; and M. de Bourienne says, that he never hesitated to play unfairly when it suited his purpose, though he always returned whatever he had gained on rising from the table.  On the 30th of September they reached Ajaccio, and he was received with enthusiasm at the place of his birth.  But, according to his own phrase, “it rained cousins:”  he was wearied with solicitations, and as soon as the wind proved favourable, on the 7th of October, the voyage was resumed.  Gantheaume, descrying an English squadron off the French coast, would have persuaded him to take to the long-boat; but he refused, saying, “that experiment may be reserved for the last extremity.”  His confidence in fortune was not belied.  They passed at midnight, unseen, through the English ships, and on the morning of the 9th were moored in safety in the bay of Frejus; and no sooner was it known that Buonaparte was at hand, than, in spite of all the laws of quarantine, persons of every description, including the chief functionaries, both civil and military, repaired on board to welcome him.  He had looked forward with the utmost disgust to a long quarantine:  this dread was dissipated in a moment; the deck was crowded with persons, crying aloud, “We prefer the plague to the Austrians!” His presence alone was considered as the pledge of victory.  The story of Aboukir gave new fuel to the flame of universal enthusiasm; and he landed, not so much like a general who had quitted his post without orders, as a victorious prince, who had returned to restore the lost hearts and fortunes of a people that confided only in him.  His progress towards the capital, wherever his person was recognised, bore all the appearance of a triumphal procession.  He reached his own house, in the Rue de la Victoire, on the 16th October.