Tawdry schemes of personal ambition, conquests for his own benefit, impossible crowns for his own wearing, were the motives which impelled, him, and the prizes which he sought.

His existence was feverish, fitful, and passionate.

"Tranquil amid the raging billows," according to his favorite device, the father of his country waved aside the diadem which for him had neither charms nor meaning.

Their characters were as contrasted as their persons.

The curled-darling of chivalry seemed a youth at thirty-one.