CHAPTER IV.
MONADS AND NOMADS.
"All beings," commenced the Candidate, "have, as their most intrinsic foundation and substance, a simple unity, a soul, a--in one word, a monad." "A--a what ?" asked the Chamberlain's lady, fixing her eyes upon him.
"A monad, or a simple unity," continued he.

"The monads have a common resemblance in substance one with another; but in respect of qualities, of power, and size, they are substantially unlike.

There are the monads of people; there are human monads, animal monads, vegetable monads; in short, the world is full of monads--they compose the world----" "Heart's dearest!" interrupted the old lady, in a tone of displeasure, "I don't understand one word of all this! What stuff it is! What are monads ?--fill the world, do they ?--I see no monads!" "But you see me, dear lady," said Jacobi, "and yourself.

You are yourself a monad." "I a monad!" exclaimed she, in disgust.
"Yes, certainly," replied he, "your Honour, just the same as any other living creature----" "But," interrupted she, "I must tell you, dear friend, that I am neither a monad nor a creature, but a human being--a sinful human being it is true--but one that God, in any case, created in his own image." "Yes, certainly, certainly," acceded the Candidate.

"I acknowledge a principal monad, from which all other monads emanate----" "What!" exclaimed she, "is our Lord God to be a monad also ?" "He may be so designated," said the Candidate, "on account of oneness, and also to preserve uniformity as to name.