he royalists, and to batter the Parisians even at
their firesides."

[20] "At break of day the Austrians commenced the attack, at first
gently enough, afterwards more briskly, and at last with such fury, that
the French were broken on all sides. At this frightful moment, when the
dead and the dying strewed the earth, the first Consul, placed in the
middle of his guard, appeared immoveable, insensible, and as if struck
by thunder. In vain his Generals sent him their Aides de Camp, one after
another, to demand assistance. In vain did the Aides de Camp wait his
orders. He gave none. He scarcely exhibited signs of life. Many thought,
that, believing the battle lost, he wished himself to be killed. Others,
with more reason, persuaded themselves, that he had lost all power of
thought, and that he neither heard nor saw what was said or what passed
about him. General Berthier came to beg he would instantly withdraw;
instead of answering him, he lay down on the ground. In the meantime,
the French fled as fast as possible. The battle was lost, when suddenly
we heard it said, that General Dessaix was coming up with fresh troops.
Presently we saw him appear at their head. The runaways rallied behind
his columns. Their courage returned--fortune changed. The French
attacked in their turn, with the same fury with which, they had been
attacked; they burned to efface the shame of their defeat in the
morning."

[21] "I die regretting that I have not lived long enough for my
country."

[22] We may lay it down as a maxim, that in every state the desire of
glory exists with the liberty of the subjects, and diminishes with the
same; glory is never the companion of servitude.

[23] "The youth of the present day are brought up in very different
principles: the love of glory, above all, has taken deep root; it has
become the distinguishing attribute of the national character, exalted
by twenty years of continued success. But this very glory was become our
idol; it absorbed all the thoughts of the brave fellows whose wounds had
rendered them unfit for service--all the hopes of the youthful warriors
who for the first time bore arms; an unlooked-for blow has been struck,
and we now find in our hearts a blank similar to that which a lover
feels who has lost the object of his passion; every thing he sees, every
thing he hears, renews his grief. This sentiment renders our situation
vague and painful; every one seeks to hide from himself the void