"Liberty given to the peoples of Bologna, Modena, Ferrara, Massa, Carrara, Romagna, Lombardy, Brescia, Bergamo, Mantua, Cremona, to parts of Verona, to Chiavenna, Bormio, la Valteline, and Genoa; to the imperial fiefs; to the peoples of the departments of Corfu, Ægean Sea, and Ithaca. "Sent to Paris all the principal works of Michael Angelo, Guerchino, Titian, Paolo Veronese, Corregio, of Albano, of the Carracci, of Raphael, and of Leonardo da Vinci." Bonaparte stopped on his way through Mantua and visited the monument General Miollis had erected to Virgil; he also celebrated a military fête in honour of Hoche, who had recently died--in all probability from poison. Bonaparte crossed through Switzerland to Moudon, where they gave him a brilliant reception, and where his carriage was broken. He continued his journey on foot; and when near the charnel-house of Morat, which had not yet been destroyed by Brune, this other _Bold_ soldier, who himself was to have his mortuary at Waterloo, asked: "Where is the Duke of Burgundy's battlefield?" "There, General," said a Swiss officer, pointing out what he wished to see. "How many men had he?" "Sixty thousand, sire." "How was he attacked?" "By the Swiss rushing down the neighbouring mountains, and, under cover of a wood which then existed, turning the Burgundian position." "What!" he exclaimed. "Charles the Bold had sixty thousand men and yet he did not take possession of the mountains!" And the conqueror of Italy shrugged his shoulders. "Frenchmen of to-day fight better than that," Lannes observed. "The Burgundians were not French in those days," Bonaparte answered shortly; and, as his carriage was now brought up, repaired, he got in and rapidly drove away. Bonaparte was not altogether easy in the position he had made for himself by this sequence of marvellous conquests. He had indeed received a triumphant ovation in Paris; the whole audience had risen, shouting, "Vive Bonaparte!" when they heard that he was present at the second representation of _Horatius Codes_; but all these ovations did not blind his eyes to facts. That same night, he said to Bourienne: "Nothing is remembered in Paris. If I remain quiet long without doing something fresh, I shall be lost: one idol quickly replaces another in this great Babylon. If I were to attend the play three times more they would then ignore my presence." A few days later he was made a member of the Institute, under the Science and Art division--an honour that gratified him extremely. He immediately sent the following letter to the president:-- "CITIZEN PRESIDENT,--I feel deeply honoured by the votes of the distinguished men who compose the Institute. I am very sensible that before I can become their equal I must for a long time yet remain their scholar.