mily famous in Germany [Poet Schiller's Duke of Wurtemberg],
of inarticulate, extremely arbitrary turn,--married Wilhelmina's
Daughter by and by [with horrible usage of her]; and otherwise gave
Friedrich and the world cause to think of him.

"2. The Second little Prince, Friedrich Eugen, Prussian General of some
mark, who will incidentally turn up again, He was afterwards Successor
to the Dukedom [Karl Eugen dying childless]; and married his Daughter to
Paul of Russia, from whom descend the Autocrats there to this day.

"3. Youngest little Prince, Ludwig Eugen, a respectable Prussian
Officer, and later a French one: he is that 'Duc de Wirtemberg' who
corresponds with Voltaire [inscrutable to readers, in most of the
Editions]; and need not be mentioned farther." [See Michaelis, iii. 449;
Preuss, i. 476; &c. &c.]

But enough of all this. It is time we were in Mahren, where the
Expedition must be blazing well ahead, if things have gone as expected.

Chapter X. -- FRIEDRICH DOES HIS MORAVIAN EXPEDITION WHICH PROVES A MERE
MORAVIAN FORAY.

While these Coronation splendors had been going on, Friedrich, in the
Moravian regions, was making experiences of a rather painful kind; his
Expedition prospering there far otherwise than he had expected. This
winter Expedition to Mahren was one of the first Friedrich had ever
undertaken on the Joint-stock Principle; and it proved of a kind rather
to disgust him with that method in affairs of war.

A deeply disappointing Expedition. The country hereabouts was in bad
posture of defence; nothing between us and Vienna itself, in a manner.
Rushing briskly forward, living on the country where needful, on that
Iglau Magazine, on one's own Sechelles resources; rushing on, with
the Saxons, with the French, emulous on the right hand and the left,
a Captain like Friedrich might have gone far; Vienna itself--who
knows!--not yet quite beyond the reach of him. Here was a way to
check Khevenhuller in his Bavarian Operations, and whirl him back,
double-quick, for another object nearer home!--But, alas, neither the
Saxons nor the French would rush on, in the least emulous. The Saxons
dragged heavily arear; the French Detachment (a poor 5,000 under
Polastron, all that a captious Broglio could be persuaded to grant)
would not rush at all, but paused on the very frontier of Moravia,
Broglio so ordering, and there hung supine, or indeed went home.

Friedrich remonstrated, argued, turned back to