His Princess, all rightly ennobled now,--whom he would not but marry, though sent on the grand tour to avoid it,--was the daughter of one Fos an Apothecary at Dessau; and is still a beautiful and prudent kind of woman, who seems to suit him well enough, no worse than if she had been born a Princess.
Much talk has been of her, in princely and other circles; nor is his marriage the only strange thing Leopold has done.

He is a man to keep the world's tongue wagging, not too musically always; though himself of very unvocal nature.

Perhaps the biggest mass of inarticulate human vitality, certainly one of the biggest, then going about in the world.

A man of vast dumb faculty; dumb, but fertile, deep; no end of ingenuities in the rough head of him:--as much mother-wit, there, I often guess, as could be found in whole talking parliaments, spouting themselves away in vocables and eloquent wind! A man of dreadful impetuosity withal.

Set upon his will as the one law of Nature; storming forward with incontrollable violence: a very whirlwind of a man.