cantonments, Glatz-ward by degrees, to be ready with his own
share of the affair; no delay in him, for one. January 24th, after
Konigsgratz and other Prussian posts,--January 24th, which is elsewhere
so notable a day,--his route goes northeast, to Glatz, a hundred miles
away, among the intricacies of the Giant Mountains, hither side of the
Silesian Highlands; wild route for winter season, if the young King
feared any route. From Berlin, hither and farther, he may have
gone well-nigh his seven hundred miles within the week; rushing on
continually (starts, at say four in the winter morning); doing endless
business, of the ordering sort, as he speeds along.

Glatz, a southwestern mountainous Appendage to Silesia, abutting on
Moravia and Bohemia, is a small strong Country; upon which, ever since
the first Friedrich times, we have seen him fixed; claiming it too, as
expenses from the Austrians, since they will not bargain. For he rises
Sibyl-like: a year ago, you might have had him with his 100,000 to boot,
for the one Duchy of Glogau; and now--! At Glatz or in these adjacent
Bohemian parts, the Young Dessauer has been on duty, busy enough, ever
since the late Siege of Neisse: Glatz Town the Young Dessauer soon got,
when ordered; Town, Population, Territory, all is his,--all but the high
mountain Fortress (centre of the Town of Glatzj), with its stiff-necked
Austrian Garrison shut up there, which he is wearing out by hunger. We
remember the little Note from Valori's waistcoat-pocket, "Don't give
him Glatz, if you can possibly help it!" In his latest treaties with the
French and their Allies, Friedrich has very expressly bargained for the
Country (will even pay money for it); [_OEuvres de Frederic,_ ii.
85.] and is determined to have it, when the Austrians next take to
bargaining. Of Glatz Fortress, now getting hungered out by Leopold's
Prussian Detachment, I will say farther, though Friedrich heeds these
circumstances little at present, that it stands on a scarped rock, girt
by the grim intricate Hills; and that in the Arsenal, in dusty fabulous
condition, lies a certain Drum, which readers may have heard of. Drum
is not a fable, but an antique reality fallen flaccid; made, by express
bequest, as is mythically said, from the skin of Zisca, above 300
years ago: altogether mythic that latter clause. Drum, Fortress, Town,
Villages and Territory, all shall be Friedrich's, had hunger done its
work. [Town already, after short scuf