He had the youth of Caesar, an impatient desire for fortune, and the certainty of acquiring it.

With great men, to live is to rise in renown; he had not lived, because his reputation was not equivalent to his ambition.
VII.
Dumouriez was of that middle stature of the French soldier who wears his uniform gracefully, his havresac lightly, and his musket and sabre as if he did not feel their weight.

Equally agile and compact, his body had the cast of those statues of warriors who repose on their expanded muscles, and yet seem ready to advance.

His attitude was confident and proud; all his motions were as rapid as his mind.

He vaulted into the saddle without touching the stirrup, holding the mane by his left hand.
He sprung to the ground with one effort, and handled the bayonet of the soldier as vigorously as the sword of the general.