an go altogether out of
it;--and it shall be a sharp eye that sees me in joint-stock with you
again, M. le Chevalier." Friedrich has written in his HISTORY, and
Valori used to hear him often say in words, Never were tidings welcomer
than these, that the Saxons were about to desert him in this manner. Go:
and may all the Devils--But we will not fall into profane swearing. It
is proper to get out of this Enterprise at one's best speed, and
never get into the like of it again! Friedrich (on this strange Saxon
revelation, 30th March) takes instant order for assembling at Wischau
again, for departing towards Olmutz; thence homewards, with deliberate
celerity, by the Landskron mountain-country, Tribau, Zwittau,
Leutomischl, and the way he came. He has countermanded his Silesian
reinforcements; these and the rest shall rendezvous at Chrudim in
Bohemia; whitherwards the two Dessauers are bound:--in Brunn, with its
wrecked environs, famed Spielberg looking down from its conical height,
and sixteen villages in ashes, Roth shall do his own way henceforth.

The Saxons pushed straight homewards; did not "rejoin Broglio," rejoin
anybody,--had, in fact, done with this First Silesian War, as it proved;
and were ready for the OPPOSITE side, on a Second falling out! Their
march, this time, was long and harassing,--sad bloody passage in it,
from Pandours and hostile Village-people, almost at starting, "four
Companies of our Rear-guard cut down to nine men; Village burnt, and
Villagers exterminated (SIC), by the rescuing party." [Details in
_Helden-Geschichte,_ ii. 606; in &c. &c.] They arrived at Leitmeritz
and their own Border, "hardly above 8,000 effective." Naturally, in a
highly indignant humor; and much disposed to blame somebody. To the
poor Polish NON-Moravian Majesty, enlightened by his Bruhls and
Staff-Officers, it became a fixed truth that the blame was all
Friedrich's,--"starving us, marching us about!"--that Friedrich's
conduct to us was abominable, and deserved fixed resentment. Which
accordingly it got, from the simple Polish Majesty, otherwise a
good-natured creature;--got, and kept. To Friedrich's very great
astonishment, and to his considerable disadvantage, long after!

Friedrich's look, when Valori met him again coming home from this
Moravian Futility, was "FAROUCHE," fierce and dark; his laugh bitter,
sardonic; harsh mockery, contempt and suppressed rage, looking through
all he said. A proud young King, getting instru