CHAPTER XV.
Bound to suffer persecution And martyrdom with resolution, T'oppose himself against the hate And vengeance of the incensed state .-- Hudibras.
Born of respectable though not wealthy parents, John Wolfe was one of those fiery and daring spirits which, previous to some mighty revolution, Fate seems to scatter over various parts of the earth, even those removed from the predestined explosion,--heralds of the events in which they are fitted though not fated to be actors.

The period at which he is presented to the reader was one considerably prior to that French Revolution so much debated and so little understood.

But some such event, though not foreseen by the common, had been already foreboded by the more enlightened, eye; and Wolfe, from a protracted residence in France among the most discontented of its freer spirits, had brought hope to that burning enthusiasm which had long made the pervading passion of his existence.
Bold to ferocity, generous in devotion to folly in self-sacrifice, unflinching in his tenets to a degree which rendered their ardour ineffectual to all times, because utterly inapplicable to the present, Wolfe was one of those zealots whose very virtues have the semblance of vice, and whose very capacities for danger become harmless from the rashness of their excess.
It was not among the philosophers and reasoners of France that Wolfe had drawn strength to his opinions: whatever such companions might have done to his tenets, they would at least have moderated his actions.

The philosopher may aid or expedite a change; but never does the philosopher in any age or of any sect countenance a crime.

But of philosophers Wolfe knew little, and probably despised them for their temperance: it was among fanatics--ignorant, but imaginative--that he had strengthened the love without comprehending the nature of republicanism.