He is not to be confounded with another revolutionist of the same name, born at Avignon.
Sprung from the arid and calcined mountains of the south, where the very brutes are more ferocious; by turns butcher, farrier, and smuggler, in the gorges which separate Savoy from France; a soldier, deserter, horse-jobber, and then a keeper of a low wine shop in the suburbs of Paris; he had wallowed in all the lowest vices of the dregs of a metropolis.

The first murders committed by the people in the streets of Paris had disclosed his real character.

It was not that of contest but of murder.

He appeared after the carnage to mangle the victims, and render the assassination fouler.

He was a butcher of men, and he boasted of it.