He required a national cause, to which a man should give with language his soul and blood.

The Revolution with which he was born offered this to him.

He awaited with impatience the occasion and the hour to make use of it.
His youth still kept him away from the scene into which he ardently longed to cast himself.

He passed his time near the village of Ollioules, on a small family estate, concealed beneath tall cork-trees, which threw their slight shade over the calcined declivities of this valley.

He there attended to the cultivated patches which the aridity of the soil and the burning sun dispute with the rocks.