He is a Prussian, stoutly defined from a German, and yet again a German stoutly defined from our borderers: and that completes him.

He has as little the idea of humanity as the sword of our Hermann, the cannon-ball of our Frederick.

Observe him.

What an eye he has! I watched it as we were talking: and he has, I repeat, imagination; he can project his mind in front of him as far as his reasoning on the possible allows: and that eye of his flashes; and not only flashes, you see it hurling a bolt; it gives me the picture of a Balearic slinger about to whizz the stone for that eye looks far, and is hard, and is dead certain of its mark-within his practical compass, as I have said.

I see farther, and I fancy I proved to him that I am not a dreamer.