turns up in Voltaire's WORKS, is worth noting in this respect.
A rugged surly kind of fellow, much-enduring, not intrinsically
bad; splenetic without complaint, standing oddly inexpugnable in
that natural stoicism of his; taciturn, yet with strange flashes
of speech in him now and then, something which goes beyond
laughter and articulate logic, and is the taciturn elixir of these
two, what they call 'humor' in their dialect: this is pretty much
the REVERSE of Voltaire's own self, and therefore all the welcomer
to him; delineated always with a kind of mockery, but with evident
love. What excellences are in England, thought Voltaire;
no Bastille in it, for one thing! Newton's Philosophy annihilated
the vortexes of Descartes for him; Locke's Toleration is very
grand (especially if all is uncertain, and YOU are in the
minority); then Collins, Wollaston and Company,--no vile Jesuits
here, strong in their mendacious mal-odorous stupidity,
despicablest yet most dangerous of creatures, to check freedom of
thought! Illustrious Mr. Pope, of the Essay on Man, italic> surely he is admirable; as are Pericles Bolingbroke, and
many others. Even Bolingbroke's high-lacquered brass is gold to
this young French friend of his.--Through all which admirations
and exaggerations the progress of the young man, toward certain
very serious attainments and achievements, is conceivable enough.

"One other man, who ought to be mentioned in the Biographies, I
find Voltaire to have made acquaintance with, in England: a German
M. Fabrice, one of several Brothers called Fabrice or Fabricius,--
concerning whom, how he had been at Bender, and how Voltaire
picked CHARLES DOUSE from the memory of him, there was already
mention. The same Fabrice who held poor George I. in his arms
while they drove, galloping, to Osnabriick, that night, IN