Again the chieftain within him sided against the vulture rabble and with the well-meaning monarch who kept his troops to a tame defensive.

"If Louis XVI." (so wrote Buonaparte to his brother Joseph) "had mounted his horse, the victory would have been his--so I judge from the spirit which prevailed in the morning." When all was over, when Louis sheathed his sword and went for shelter to the National Assembly, when the fierce Marseillais were slaughtering the Swiss Guards and bodyguards of the king, Buonaparte dashed forward to save one of these unfortunates from a southern sabre.

"Southern comrade, let us save this poor wretch .-- Are you of the south ?--Yes .-- Well, we will save him." Altogether, what a time of disillusionment this was to the young officer.

What depths of cruelty and obscenity it revealed in the Parisian rabble.

What folly to treat them with the Christian forbearance shown by Louis XVI.