Always an unruly fellow, and dangerous to trust among crockery.

At Hanover he could do no good in the way of breeding: sage Leibnitz himself, with his big black periwig and large patient nose, could have put no metaphysics into such a boy.

Sublime _ Theodicee _ (Leibnitzian "justification of the ways of God") was not an article this individual had the least need of, nor at any time the least value for.

"Justify?
What doomed dog questions it, then?
Are you for Bedlam, then ?"--and in maturer years his rattan might have been dangerous! For this was a singular individual of his day; human soul still in robust health, and not given to spin its bowels into cobwebs.
He is known only to have quarrelled much with Cousin George, during the year or so he spent in those parts.
But there was another Cousin at Hanover, just one other, little Sophie Dorothee (called after her mother), a few months older than himself; by all accounts, a really pretty little child, whom he liked a great deal better.

She, I imagine, was his main resource, while on this Hanover visit; with her were laid the foundations of an intimacy which ripened well afterwards.