his voice trembles， and "he gives way to his grief， his eyes even filling with tears." In 1806， setting out for the army and on taking leave of Josephine， he has a nervous attack which is so severe as to bring on vomiting.[19] "We had to make him sit down，" says an eye-witness， "and swallow some orange water； he shed tears， and this lasted a quarter of an hour." The same nervous and stomachic crisis came on in 1808， on deciding on the divorce； he tosses about a whole night， and laments like a woman； he melts， and embraces Josephine； he is weaker than she is： "My poor Josephine， I can never leave you！"Folding her in his arms， he declares that she shall not quit him； he abandons himself wholly to the sensation of the moment； she must undress at once， sleep alongside of him， and he weeps over her ；"literally，" she says， " he soaked the bed with his tears." -Evidently， in such an organism， however powerful the superimposed regulator， there is a risk of the equilibrium being destroyed. He is aware of this， for he knows himself well； he is afraid of his own nervous sensibility， the same as of an easily frightened horse； at critical moments， at Berezina， he refuses to receive the bad news which might excite this， and， on the informer's insisting on it， he asks him again，[20] "Why， sir， do you want to disturb me？" -Nevertheless， in spite of his precautions， he is twice taken unawares， at times when the peril was alarming and of a new kind； he， so clear headed and so cool under fire， the boldest of military heroes and the most audacious of political adventurers， quails twice in a parliamentary storm and again in a popular crisis. On the 18th of Brumaire， in the Corps Législatif， "he turned pale， trembled， and seemed to lose his head at the shouts of outlawry . . . . they had to drag him out . . . . they even thought for a moment that he was going to faint."[21] After the abdication at Fontainebleau， on encountering the rage and imprecations which greeted him in Provence， he seemed for some days to be morally shattered； the animal instincts assert their supremacy； he is afraid and makes no attempt at concealment.[22] After borrowing the uniform of an Austrian colonel， the helmet of a Prussian quartermaster， and the cloak of the Russian quartermaster， he still considers that he is not sufficiently disguised. In the inn at Calade， "he starts and changes color at the slightest noise"； the commissaries， who repeatedly enter his room， "find him always in tears." "He wearies them with his anxieties and irresolution"； he says that the French government would like to have him assassinated on the road， refuses to eat for fear of poison， and thinks that he might escape by jumping out of the window. And yet he gives vent to his feelings and lets his tongue run on about himself without stopping， concerning his past， his character， unreservedly， indelicately， trivially； like a cynic and one who is half-crazy； his ideas run loose and crowd each other like the anarchical gatherings of a tumultuous mob； he does not recover his mastery of them until he reaches Fréjus， the end of his journey， where he feels himself safe and protected from any highway assault； then only do they return within ordinary limits and fall back in regular line under the control of the sovereign intellect which， after sinking for a time， revives and resumes its ascendancy. - There is nothing in him so extraordinary as this almost perpetual domination of the lucid， calculating reason； his willpower is still more formidable than his intelligence； before it can obtain the mastery of others it must be master at home. To measure its power， it does not suffice to note its fascinations； to enumerate the millions of souls it captivates， to estimate the vastness of the obstacles it overcomes： we must again， and especially， represent to ourselves the energy and depth of the passions it keeps in check and urges on like a team of prancing， rearing horses - it is the driver who， bracing his arms， constantly restrains the almost ungovernable steeds， who controls their excitement， who regulates their bounds， who takes advantage even of their viciousness to guide his noisy vehicle over precipices as it rushes on with thundering speed. If the pure ideas of the reasoning brain thus maintain their daily supremacy it is due to the vital flow which nourishes them； their roots are deep in his heart and temperament， and those roots which give them their vigorous sap constitute a primordial instinct more powerful than intellect， more powerful even than his will， the instinct which leads him to center everything on himself， in other words egoism.[23]
II. Will and Egoism.
Bonaparte's dominant passion. - His lucid， calculating mind. - Source and power of the Will. - Early evidences of an active， absorbing egoism. - His education derived from the lessons of things. - In Corsica. - In France during the Revolution. - In Italy. - In Egypt. -His idea of Society and of Right. - Maturing after the 18th of Brumaire. - His idea of Man. - It conforms to his characterIt is egoism， not a passive， but an active and intrusive egoism， proportional to the energy and extension of his faculties developed by his education and circumstances， exaggerated by his success and his omnipotence to such a degree that a monstrous colossal I has been erected in society. It expands unceasingly the circle of a tenacious and rapacious grasp， which regards all resistance as offensive， which all independence annoys， and which， on the boundless domain it assigns to itself， is intolerant of anybody that does not become either an appendix or a tool. - The germ of this absorbing personality is already apparent in the youth and even in the infant.
"Character： dominating， imperious， and stubborn，"says the record at Brienne.[24] And the notes of the Military Academy add；[25]
