ting many things;--and always well
practising what is already invented, and known for certain. In a
word, he is drilling to perfection, with assiduous rigor, the Prussian
Infantry to be the wonder of the world. He has fought with them, too, in
a conclusive manner; and is at all times ready for fighting.

He was in Malplaquet with them, if only as volunteer on that occasion.
He commanded them in Blenheim itself; stood, in the right or Eugene wing
of that famed Battle of Blenheim, fiercely at bay, when the Austrian
Cavalry had all fled;--fiercely volleying, charging, dexterously
wheeling and manoeuvring; sticking to his ground with a mastiff-like
tenacity,--till Marlborough, and victory from the left, relieved him and
others. He was at the Bridge of Cassano; where Eugene and Vendome came
to hand-grips;--where Mirabeau's Grandfather, COL-D'ARGENT, got
his six-and-thirty wounds, and was "killed" as he used to term it.
[Carlyle's _Miscellanies,_ v. ? Mirabeau.] "The hottest fire I ever
saw," said Eugene, who had not seen Malplaquet at that time. While
Col-d'Argent sank collapsed upon the Bridge, and the horse charged
over him, and again charged, and beat and were beaten three several
times,--Anhalt-Dessau, impatient of such fiddling hither and thither,
swashed into the stream itself with his Prussian Foot: swashed through
it, waist-deep or breast-deep; and might have settled the matter, had
not his cartridges got wetted. Old King Friedrich rebuked him angrily
for his impetuosity in this matter, and the sad loss of men.

Then again he was at the Storming of the Lines of Turin,--Eugene's feat
of 1706, and a most volcanic business;--was the first man that got-over
the entrenchment there. Foremost man; face all black with the smoke of
gunpowder, only channelled here and there with rivulets of sweat;--not
a lovely phenomenon to the French in the interior! Who still fought
like madmen, but were at length driven into heaps, and obliged to run. A
while before they ran, Anhalt-Dessau, noticing some Captain posted with
his company in a likely situation, stept aside to him for a moment, and
asked, "Am I wounded, think you?--No? Then have you anything to drink?"
and deliberately "drank a glass of aqua-vitae," the judicious Captain
carrying a pocket-pistol of that sort, in case of accident; and likewise
"eat, with great appetite, a bit of bread from one of the soldiers'
haversacks; saying, He believed the heat of the job was done, and th