April, 1779. Military school at Brienne.
I entered Brienne, and was happy. My mind was beginning to work; I was anxious to learn, to know, to get on; I devoured books. I soon became the talk of the school. I was admired, envied; I was conscious of my powers; I enjoyed my superiority.

October 12th, 1783. (To Charles Buonaparte.) My dear father: Your letter, as you may well imagine, gave me little enough pleasure; but as your return to Corsica is necessitated by your illness and by that of a family that is so near to me, I can but approve, and must try to console  myself.

June 25th, 1784. My brother lacks the courage to face the dangers of action, and regards the military profession from the garrison point of view.

July 7th. My dear father arrived here on the 21st with Luciano and the two young ladies. Joseph is in the class of rhetoric, and could do better if he would only work.

October 29th. (At Brienne) every one said of me: That boy is no good except at geometry. I was not very popular. I was dry as parchment.

October 30th. Leaves Brienne for the Military College at Paris.

March 28th, 1785, Paris:
We have lost our father, the sole support of our youth. Our country has lost a keen, enlightened, and honest citizen. It was so decreed by the Supreme Being!

(To Madame Buonaparte.) My dear mother: It is for you to console us, the event demands it. Our affection, our devotion, will be doubled, to make you forget, so far as it is possible, the incalculable loss of a beloved husband.

October 30th. Second lieutenant of artillery, regiment of La  Fère.

April 26th, 1786, Valence:
To-day Paoli enters his sixty-first year. The Corsicans have already, in a just cause, shaken off the yoke of the Genoese; they can do as much with that of the French. Amen!

May 3d. Always solitary among men, I am here, within doors, dreaming, and giving full vent to all my melancholy. To what will it drive me to-day? To thoughts of death. Still at the dawn of life, I may hope for many days to come. It is now six or seven years since I last saw my country. What madness, then, drives me to self-destruction? Doubtless it is the hollowness of life. If one is to die, why not kill one’s self? What spectacle awaits me when I return to my own people? My compatriots laden with chains, and kissing in fear the hand that strikes them!

9th. Virtue and the love of truth are not enough to enable a man to argue against Rousseau. He was human; and so, one may easily believe, liable to error.

July 29th. (To M. Borde, bookseller, Geneva.) Sir:
This is to request you to forward me the Memoirs of Mme. de Valens (sic), sequel to the Confessions of J. J. Rousseau. Pray send me also the History of the Revolutions of Corsica, and a list of books you may have relating to the island of Corsica, or that you could get for me quickly. I will remit the correct amount on hearing from you. Address your letter: Monsieur Buonaparte, Officer of artillery, regiment of La Fère, Valence, Dauphiné.

September 20th, Lyons:
I leave Lyons with even more reluctance than I did Valence. I like the place so much, I would be content to spend the rest of my days here; but a man must follow his fate, and must accept the conditions of his profession. A soldier can be constant to nothing but his flag.

April 2d, 1787. Napoleone Buonaparte, second lieutenant in the regiment of La Fère artillery, begs Msgr. Marshal de Ségur for leave of absence for five and a half months from the 16th of May next.

November 22d, Paris:
I had just left the Italian Opera and was facing the walks of the Palais Royal. I had reached the iron gates when my eyes fell on a woman. The time of day, her appearance, her youth, all showed clearly enough what she was. I stared at her; she stopped. Her hesitation encouraged me, and I spoke to her . . . I spoke to her, I, who so loathe her vile trade, I, who have always felt myself contaminated by a single glance! . . . You will be cold, I said, how can you go out there?—Ah, Monsieur, hope keeps me warm. I must finish my evening.—The indifference with which she spoke, the calmness of her reply, aroused my interest, and I turned back with her.—You don't look very strong; I am surprised that you can stand doing what you do.—Well, Monsieur, one must do something for one’s living.—That may be, but surely you could find some employment suited to your health?—No, Monsieur, I must earn the money.

I was interested, pleased; here at last was a woman who would answer my questions, a result which previously I had not always attained!

July 1st, 1788, Auxonne:
I have no interests outside my work. I get into full dress only once a week. Since my illness I sleep very little, incredibly little! I go to bed at ten, and am up at four. I have but one meal a day, a practice that agrees well with  me.

April 1st, 1789. This year has begun hopefully for right thinkers. and after all these centuries of feudal barbarism and political slavery it is surprising to see how the word Liberty sets minds on fire that appeared to be demoralized under the influence of luxury, indulgence, and art. While France is being regenerated, what will become of us unfortunate Corsicans?

16th, Ajaccio:
My shattered health will prevent my return to the regiment before the 15th of October.

July 14th. Capture of the Bastille, French Revolution.

August 28th, 1790. Friday night a gibbet was erected on the quay with this inscription over it: La Lanterne de Paris.

February 6th, 1791, St. Vallier:
Ivy will cling to the first met tree, that, in a few words, is the whole history of love. What is love? The realization of his weakness that sooner or later pervades the solitary man, a sense both of his weakness and of his immortality:—the soul finds support, is doubled, is fortified; the blessed tears of sympathy flow,—there is love.

8th, Serve:
Everywhere the peasants stand firm; in Dauphiné, specially so. They are ready to die for the Constitution. The women are royalist. This is not surprising, for Liberty is lovelier than any of them and eclipses them all!

The Patriotic Club would do well to present Mirabeau with a complete Corsican dress, that is to say, cap, coat, breeches, dagger, pistol, and gun; it would make a fine impression.

April 24th, Auxonne:
Louis is studying hard, learning to write French; I am teaching him mathematics and geometry. He reads history. He will turn out extremely well. He has already acquired quite the French manner, polish, vivacity; he can enter an assembly, bow gracefully, propound the customary questions with all the seriousness and dignity of a man of thirty. I see well enough that he will turn out the best of us four. It must be said, however, that none of us has had so good an education.

June 1st. The royalist orators have undoubtedly done much towards overturning the monarchy, for after spending all their breath in empty argumentation, they invariably finish up by declaring that a republican government is impossible because it is impossible!

July 27th, Valence:
Is it to be war?

The country is full of zeal, of enthusiasm. Two weeks ago, in a meeting of twenty-two clubs from the three Departments, a petition was drawn up demanding that the king be brought to trial. At the banquet on the 14th, I proposed the health of the patriots of Auxonne.

September 20th, Corte, in Corsica:
M. Volney is here, and in a few days we shall start together on a tour of the island. M. de Volney’s reputation in the republic of letters is founded on his Voyage in Egypt.

February 1st, 1792, Ajaccio:
In these stormy days the duty of a good Corsican is to remain at home. The general in command has offered me a commission as adjutant major of a volunteer battalion.

April. War of the First Coalition.

May 29th, Paris:
I arrived yesterday. Paris is in a state of grave agitation. The national guards on duty to protect the king at the Tuileries have been doubled.

There is a vast amount of desertion among army officers. From every point of view the situation is most critical.

June 14th. The country is distracted by fanatical parties; it is difficult to seize the thread of such complex events; how it will all turn out is more than I can guess, but the aspect of things is very revolutionary.

18th. No news of the army.

20th. Let us follow this rabble! Seven to eight thousand men, armed with pikes, axes, swords, guns, spits, pointed sticks, marched to the Assembly to present a petition. Thence they proceeded to the king. The garden of the Tuileries was closed, and was guarded by 15,000 national guards. They broke down the gates, entered the palace, placed guns in position opposite the king’s lodging, smashed through four doors, and presented to the king two cockades, one white, the other tricolour. Choose,—they said,—reign here, or at Coblentz! The king stood it well, and placed a red cap on his head.

How could they let the rabble in (to the Palace yard)? They ought to have mowed down four or five hundred of them with cannon, and the others would still be running.

When I was told that Louis had put a red cap on his head I concluded that his reign was over, for in politics an act that degrades can never be lived down.

July 3d. I am bound to say that our leaders are a poor lot of men. Seeing the whole business close to, shows clearly enough how little worth while it is to attempt to win the favour of the people. Each one pursues his individual interest and tries to excel in horrors; intrigues are to-day as base as ever they. were. It is enough to destroy all ambition.

August 7th. All the symptoms are that violence will break out; many people are leaving Paris.

I have been working a good deal at astronomy during my stay here. It’s a splendid amusement, and a superb branch of science; with my knowledge of mathematics it required very little effort to learn. It is a great acquisition.

10th. I lodge Rue du Mail, Place des Victoires. At the sound of the tocsin, and at the news that the Tuileries were attacked, I started for the Carrousel. Before I had got there, in the Rue des Petits Champs, I was passed by a mob of horrible looking fellows parading a head stuck on a pike. Thinking I looked too much of a gentleman, they wanted me to shout Vive la Nation! which I promptly did, as may easily be imagined.

The palace was being attacked by the vilest rabble. After the palace had been captured and the king had withdrawn to the Assembly, I ventured cautiously into the gardens. Never since that day, no, not on all my battlefields, have I had such an impression of masses of dead men as the Swiss then produced on me.

As I witnessed the storming of the Tuileries and the capture of the king, I was far from thinking that I should one day stand in his place, and that that palace would be.

After the victory of the Marseillais, I came across one who was on the point of killing a Garde du Corps. I said to him: Man of the South, let us save this unfortunate fellow!—Are you a Southerner?—Yes!—All right, we will  save  him!

September 22d. Proclamation of the French Republic.

October 18th, Ajaccio:

I wanted to get to Bonifacio to restore order, but the general has sent for me, and I shall have to go to Corte.

The latest news is to the effect that the enemy have evacuated Verdun and Longwy; our men are not going to sleep. Savoy and Nice are ours, Sardinia will soon be attacked.

January 11th, 1793, Olmette:
(To the municipal officials of Bonifacio.) We shall reach your city to-morrow, under orders from General Paoli. I shall have two companies with me. I know your good will and patriotism, and do not doubt you will bestir yourselves to provide for the troops.

Buonaparte,
Lieutenant-Colonel of the
National Volunteers of Ajaccio.

July. Revolt of southern France against the Republic.

August. The supper at Beaucaire.
I happened to be at Beaucaire on the last day of the fair, and chanced to sup with two merchants from Marseilles, one from Nimes, and a Montpellier manufacturer.

(The Soldier.) You see what civil war means; we rend, we hate, we kill one another! Why should you fear the army? The army respects Marseilles because no city has sacrificed more for the general good. Think better of us, and you will have no better friends. Believe me, shake off the yoke of the handful of rascals who are carrying you straight down the path of counter-revolution; reëstablish your old authorities; accept the constitution; and the army will immediately march off to make the Spaniards, who are too much puffed up with a few successes, dance the Carmagnole.

218th. Occupation of Toulon by the British.

September 16th, in front of Toulon.
It is the guns capture fortresses.

19th. Three days after my arrival the army had its artillery organized.

October 25th. The guns are beginning to do things.

November 14th. The plan for the capture of Toulon which I have presented to the generals is the only practical one.

28th. This is the battery of the men without fear!

29th. What is this young man’s name?
(Junot!)
He  will  get  on.
30th. The enemy, realizing the importance of the battery, attacked it in strong force, carried it, and spiked the guns. Half an hour later we recaptured it. General Dugommier fought with truly republican courage.

December 7th. We are much in the same position. The army is 30,000 strong.

17th. Go and rest, we have captured Toulon; day after to-morrow you shall sleep there.

24th. The enemy beat a very hasty retreat. We have captured most of their baggage. If the wind had held them up another four hours, they were lost.

January 4th, 1794, Marseilles:
I shall have guns placed at the fort so as to command the city. The batteries are in an absurd state.

20th. Within a fortnight I hope to get the coast from the Rhine to the Var in good shape.

February 12th. They have spent lots of money on the coast and made a bad job of it.

April 1st. In command of the artillery, army of the Alps.

2d. We open the campaign with 30,000 men.

June 20th. The army’s objective is the valley of the Stura.

July 23d. Revolution of Thermidor.

August 7th, Antibes:
(To the representatives Albitte and Saliceti.) You have relieved me from duty and ordered me under arrest. You have branded me without a sentence, or sentenced me without a hearing. Have I not, ever since the Revolution began, constantly shown my devotion to right principles? Have I not taken my share in the struggle both against the internal foe and, as a soldier, against the foreigner? I have sacrificed everything for the republic. I served at the siege of Toulon with some distinction, and with the army I earned my share of laurels at the capture of Saorgio.

Saliceti, you have known me five years. What have you seen in me that is suspect to the Revolution?

14th. (To the representatives of the people.) Citizens, herewith you will find my replies to your four questions. Since appearing to have forfeited the esteem of free men, my conscience enables me to remain calm, but my heart is torn, and I feel that, with a cool head but a warm heart, I cannot endure a life that is under the cloud of suspicion.

19th. (To Junot.) I appreciate all the friendliness of the offer you make me, my dear Junot; you know long since all the friendship I feel for you, and that you
can count on it. Men may be unjust to me, but my innocence remains. My conscience is easy, therefore do nothing; you would only compromise me.

March 22d, 1795, Paris:
(To Junot.) You have nothing, save your lieutenant’s shoulder-strap. Paulette hasn’t even that. Sum up; you have nothing; she has nothing; what is the total?—Nothing. You therefore cannot marry just at present; we must wait. Perhaps we shall see better days, my  friend!

April 1st. Saliceti has done me a grievous injury. He broke my career just as it was opening out. He withered my ideas of glory on their stem. That man is my evil genius. No, I can forgive; but forget,—that is another matter.

May 18th. Day of the 1st of Prairial.
If we continue to drag our revolution through the mud in this way, one will soon be ashamed of being a Frenchman. (Barras) is at this moment at the end of the boulevard with a considerable body of troops, and intends, so he told me, to open with shell. I advised him not to do it.

June 22d. I am appointed brigadier-general in the army of the West. I am ill, which compels me to ask for leave.

To-day the Constitution is being read in the Convention.

July 1st. In the present situation of Europe the King of Sardinia obviously must want peace. We must carry the war into his country, and manœuvre the Austrians into such a position that we can eventually operate against them. The army of Italy must drive the enemy from Loano, threaten Piedmont, conquer Lombardy, penetrate into the Tyrol, and effect its junction with the army of the Rhine.

12th. There is an astounding revival of luxury, pleasure, and art. The women are everywhere.

18th. Junot is here, going the pace, and spending as much of his father’s money as he can. Marmont is at the siege  of  Mainz.

24th. The news from the South is distressing. Let us hope for a strong and well-organized government that will put a stop to all this.

25th. (To Joseph Buonaparte). It must be on purpose that you make no mention of Desirée (Clary); I don't even know if she is still alive.

August 17th. I have been ordered for duty in the army of the Vendée: I refused.

20th. I am appointed to the topographical bureau of the Committee of Public Safety. I could, for the asking, get sent to Turkey as general to reorganize the artillery of the Grand Seignior.

Everything is quiet here for the moment, but it may be that a storm is brewing.

25th. (To Joseph.) I hope a consulship can be obtained  for  you.

The primaries are to be convened to elect a third of the  legislature.

29th. The army of the Interior has accepted the Constitution. Some of the Sections of Paris are demanding that the troops be withdrawn, and the decree repealed.

September 5th. The Committee thinks that I cannot leave France so long as the war continues. I shall be reinstated in the artillery.

If I stay here, I may possibly get bitten with the notion of  getting  married.

6th. (To Joseph.) The consulship of Chio is vacant; but you told me you had no use for an island.  I hope for something better.

To-day the primary assemblies for Paris are meeting; there are many posters, but we hope all will go off quietly. I am very pleased with Louis; he fulfils all my hopes; he’s a good fellow, but then he is built after the same fashion as I am: vivacity, wit, health, talent, trustworthiness, benevolence,—he has everything for him. You know, my dear fellow, that I live only for the happiness of my own family.

7th. All is quiet. It is a mistake to view the situation tragically. The Republic, powerful abroad, will soon succeed in reëstablishing order at home.

11th. The primary assemblies refuse to accept the decree.

27th. There is considerable uneasiness, and much inflammable  material.

October 3d. (11 Vendémiaire.)
Paris is ablaze since this morning. I must be cautious. I have little enough influence.

4th. (12. Vendémiaire.)
I am going out to get news.

I found several deputies in a state of great alarm, among others Cambacérès. They expected to be attacked next day, and didn’t know what to do; my reply was, Give me cannon. This suggestion paralyzed them.

The night passed, and no decision come to.

5th (13 Vendémiaire), morning:
The news was very bad. They then put the matter in my hands, and set to discussing whether they had the right to repel force by force. Do you intend to wait,—said I,—until the people give you permission to fire at them? You have appointed me, and I am compromised; it is only fair that I should do the business my own way.—On that I left the lawyers to drown themselves in their own flood of words, and got the troops on  the  move.

6th,  2 a. m.:
(To Joseph.) At last, it’s all over, and my first thought is to send you the news. The royalists were getting bolder every day. The Convention had ordered the Section Lepelletier to be disarmed; but the Section resisted the troops. Menou was immediately relieved from duty. The Convention appointed Barras to command the army; and the Committees selected me as second in command. We made our arrangements; the enemy attacked us; we killed great numbers of them. We have disarmed the Sections. Good fortune is with me. My love to Eugénie and to Julie.

11th. I am appointed general second in command of the army of the Interior.

20th. A citoyen Billon has asked for Paulette’s hand; he has no money; I have written to Mamma that it is out of the question.

25th. I am appointed to command in chief the army of the Interior.