In a castle of Westphalia belonging to the Baron of Thunder-ten-Tronckh lived a youth whom nature had en­dowed with the most gentle manners. His countenance was a true picture of his soul. He combined a true judgment with simplicity of spirit which was the reason I apprehend of his being called Candide. The old ser vants of the family suspected him to have been the son of the Baron's sister by a good honest gentleman of the neighborhood whom that young lady would never marr y because he had been able to prove only seventy-one quarterings the rest of his genea­logical tree having been lost through the injuries of time.