He was one of those men who seem born of the stir of revolutions, and which float on its surface until it swallows them up.

All in him was like the mass--athletic, rude, coarse.
He pleased them because he resembled them.

His eloquence was like the loud clamour of the mob.

His brief and decisive phrases had the martial curtness of command.

His irresistible gestures gave impulse to his plebeian auditories.