yes. the loadstone rock was drawing him, and he must sail on, until he struck. he knew of no rock; he saw hardly any danger. the intention with which he had done what he had done, even although he had left it incomplete, presented it before him in an aspect that would be gratefully acknowledged in france on his presenting himself to assert it. then, that glorious vision of doing good, which is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds, arose before him, and he even saw himself in the illusion with some influence to guide this raging revolution that was running so fearfully wild.