rank, they crowded into it, and conversed familiarly with him."
Such was the discipline of the fleet that had been beaten by Lord
Hove on the first of June; and such the raw material of the
armies which, under firm hands, and on an element more suited to
the military genius of their nation, were destined to triumph at
Rivoli and Hohenlinden.

Mr. Macaulay, who spoke French with ease and precision, in his
anxiety to save the town used every argument which might prevail
on the Commodore, whose Christian name, (if one may use such a
phrase with reference to a patriot of the year two of the
Republic,) happened oddly enough to be the same as his own. He
appealed first to the traditional generosity of Frenchmen towards
a fallen enemy, but soon discerned that the quality in question
had gone out with the old order of things, if indeed it ever
existed. He then represented that a people, who professed to be
waging war with the express object of striking off the fetters of
mankind, would be guilty of flagrant inconsistency if they
destroyed an asylum for liberated slaves; but the Commodore gave
him to understand that sentiments, which sounded very well in the
Hall of the Jacobins, were out of place on the West Coast of
Africa. The Governor returned on shore to find the town already
completely gutted. It was evident at every turn that, although
the Republican battalions might carry liberty and fraternity
through Europe on the points of their bayonets, the Republican
sailors had found a very different use for the edge of their
cutlasses. "The sight of my own and of the Accountant's offices
almost sickened me. Every desk, and every drawer, and every
shelf, together with the printing and copying presses, had been
completely demolished in the search for money. The floors were