Charles Mignon, the last scion of an ancient family, which
gave its name to a street in Paris and to a mansion built by Cardinal
Mignon, had a shrewd and calculating father, whose one idea was to
save his feudal estate of La Bastie in the Comtat from the claws of
the Revolution. Like all timid folk of that day, the Comte de La
Bastie, now citizen Mignon, found it more wholesome to cut off other
people's heads than to let his own be cut off. The sham terrorist
disappeared after the 9th Thermidor, and was then inscribed on the
list of emigres. The estate of La Bastie was sold; the towers and
bastions of the old castle were pulled down, and citizen Mignon was
soon after discovered at Orleans and put to death with his wife and
all his children except Charles, whom he had sent to find a refuge for
the family in the Upper Alps.
Horrorstruck at the news, Charles waited for better times in a valley
of Mont Genevra; and there he remained till 1799, subsisting on a few
louis which his father had put into his hand at starting. Finally,
when twenty-three years of age, and without other fortune than his
fine presence and that southern beauty which, when it reaches
perfection, may be called sublime (of which Antinous, the favorite of
Adrian, is the type), Charles resolved to wager his Provencal audacity
--taking it, like many another youth, for a vocation--on the red cloth
of war.
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