Be quiet: all this will soon right itself." He then harangued the soldiery.

"I have led you to victory, to fame, to glory.

Can I count upon you ?" "Yes, yes, we swear it" (was the answer that burst from every line), "_Vive Buonaparte!_" In the council, meantime, the commotion had increased on the retreat of Napoleon.

A general cry arose for a sentence of outlawry against him; and Lucien, the President, in vain appealed to the feelings of nature, demanding that, instead of being obliged to put that question to the vote, he might be heard as the advocate of his brother.

He was clamorously refused, and in indignation flung off the insignia of his office.