Perhaps the depressing conditions of his life at Auxonne may account for the acrid tone of an essay which he there wrote in competition for a prize offered by the Academy of Lyons on the subject—­“What truths and sentiments ought to be inculcated to men for their happiness.”  It was unsuccessful; and modern readers will agree with the verdict of one of the judges that it was incongruous in arrangement and of a bad and ragged style.  The thoughts are set forth in jerky, vehement clauses; and, in place of the sensibilite of some of his earlier effusions, we feel here the icy breath of materialism.  He regards an ideal human society as a geometrical structure based on certain well-defined postulates.  All men ought to be able to satisfy certain elementary needs of their nature; but all that is beyond is questionable or harmful.  The ideal legislator will curtail wealth so as to restore the wealthy to their true nature—­and so forth.  Of any generous outlook on the wider possibilities of human life there is scarcely a trace.  His essay is the apotheosis of social mediocrity.  By Procrustean methods he would have forced mankind back to the dull levels of Sparta:  the opalescent glow of Athenian life was beyond his ken.  But perhaps the most curious passage is that in which he preaches against the sin and folly of ambition.  He pictures Ambition as a figure with pallid cheeks, wild eyes, hasty step, jerky movements and sardonic smile, for whom crimes are a sport, while lies and calumnies are merely arguments and figures of speech.  Then, in words that recall Juvenal’s satire on Hannibal’s career, he continues:  “What is Alexander doing when he rushes from Thebes into Persia and thence into India?  He is ever restless, he loses his wits, he believes himself God.  What is the end of Cromwell?  He governs England.  But is he not tormented by all the daggers of the furies?”—­The words ring false, even for this period of Buonaparte’s life; and one can readily understand his keen wish in later years to burn every copy of these youthful essays.  But they have nearly all survived; and the diatribe against ambition itself supplies the feather wherewith history may wing her shaft at the towering flight of the imperial eagle.[15]

At midsummer he is transferred, as first lieutenant, to another regiment which happened to be quartered at Valence; but his second sojourn there is remarkable only for signs of increasing devotion to the revolutionary cause.  In the autumn of 1791 he is again in Corsica on furlough, and remains there until the month of May following.  He finds the island rent by strifes which it would be tedious to describe.  Suffice it to say that the breach between Paoli and the Buonapartes gradually widened owing to the dictator’s suspicion of all who favoured the French Revolution.  The young officer certainly did nothing to close the breach.  Determined to secure his own election as lieutenant-colonel in the new Corsican National Guard, he spent much