law of Nature; storming forward with incontrollable violence:
a very whirlwind of a man. He was left a minor; his Mother
guardian. Nothing could prevent him from marrying this Fos the
Apothecary's Daughter; no tears nor contrivances of his Mother,
whom he much loved, and who took skilful measures. Fourteen months
of travel in Italy; grand tour, with eligible French Tutor,--whom
he once drew sword upon, getting some rebuke from him one night in
Venice, and would have killed, had not the man been nimble, at
once dexterous and sublime:--it availed not. The first thing he
did, on re-entering Dessau, with his Tutor, was to call at
Apothecary Fos's, and see the charming Mamsell; to go and see his
Mother, wss the second thing. Mot even his grand passion for war
could eradicate Fos: he went to Dutoh William's wars; the wise
mother still counselling, who was own aunt to Dutoh William, and
liked the scheme. He besieged Namur; fought and besieged up and
down,--with insatiable appetite for fighting and sieging;
with great honor, too, and ambitions awakening in him;--campaign
after campaign: but along with the flamy-thundery ideal bride,
figuratively called Bellona, there was always a soft real one,
Mamsell Fos of Dessau, to whom he continued constant.
The Government of his Dominions he left cheerfully to his Mother,
even when he came of age: "I am for learning War, as the one right
trade; do with all things as you please, Mamma,--only not with
Mamsell, not with her!"--

Readers may figure this scene too, and shudder over it.
Some rather handsome male Cousin of Mamsell, Medical Graduate or
whatever he was, had appeared in Dessau:--"Seems, to admire
Mamsell much; of course, in a Platonic way," said rumor:--
"He? Admire?" thinks Leopold;--thinks a good deal of it, not in