antry, added to them all
those not yet engaged, and himself led them to the charge. Merci on his
part brought forward his main body to the village.

The battle was now a desperate one. Enghien seemed to lead a charmed
life. He was ever where the fight was hottest, encouraging the soldiers
and setting them an example. His clothes were shot through in many
places. Two horses were killed under him, and he received a contusion in
the thigh. Merci on his part showed equal valour and intrepidity; but
he was less fortunate, for he was struck by a musketball and killed. The
news of his fall excited his soldiers to fury, and, hurling themselves
on their assailants they cut the greater part of the infantry to pieces.

The French on the right had done no better, for the Bavarian cavalry
charged them with such impetuosity that although they fought sturdily
they were broken and routed. De Gramont did all that a leader could do
to check their flight and lead them back to the battle; and when he
saw that he was powerless to do this he put himself at the head of two
regiments that had not yet been engaged, received the Bavarian horse
with a heavy volley, and leading his troopers to the charge, broke into
them, but advancing too far was surrounded and taken prisoner. John
de Werth then fell on the reserve, broke them, penetrated the baggage,
which was plundered, and then pursued the fugitives far away from the
field of battle. Had he, instead of allowing his troops and himself to
be carried away by their ardour, brought them round and attacked
the French left in the rear, the Imperialist victory would have been
complete.

Here for a time the conflict was doubtful. Turenne, in spite of the fire
of the Imperialist artillery, led his troops in good order up the hill
of Weinberg. His horse was shot under him and his cuirass was struck,
but not pierced, by a musketball. On gaining the top of the hill a
terrible fight took place between the Weimar and Hessian troops on one
side, and the Austrians and Bavarians on the other. The former showed
valour in strong contrast with the conduct of their French allies; and
after repeated volleys had been exchanged infantry and cavalry rushed
upon each other and fought with bayonet and sword. At last the first
line of Imperialists gave way, but General Gleen brought up the second
line and threw Turenne's first line into disorder, although they still
maintained their ground. At this moment Conde, seeing