as noted of him in after life, a tendency to give medical
advice, in cases interesting to him?--

"Adieu, my incomparable and dear Sister. I am always the same to you,
and will remain so till my death.

"FRIEDRICH."

[_OEuvres de Frederic,_ xxvii. part lst, p. 57.]

Generals with their wheel mended, Margraves, Prince and now the Camp
Equipage too, are all at Nurnberg; and start on the morrow; hardly
a hundred miles now to be done,--but on slower terms, owing to the
Equipage. Heilbronn, place of arms or central stronghold of the
Reich's-Army, they reach on Monday: about Eppingen, next night, if the
wind is westerly, one may hear the cannon,--not without interest. It was
Wednesday forenoon, 7th July, 1734, on some hill-top coming down from
Eppingen side, that the Prince first saw Philipsburg Siege, blotting
the Rhine Valley yonder with its fire and counter-fire; and the Tents
of Eugene stretching on this side: first view he ever had of the
actualities of war. His account to Papa is so distinct and good, we look
through it almost as at first-hand for a moment:--

"CAMP AT WIESENTHAL, Wednesday, 7th July, 1734.

"MOST ALL-GRACIOUS FATHER,--... We left Nurnberg [nothing said of our
Baireuth affair], 4th early, and did not stop till Heilbronn; where,
along with the Equipage, I arrived on the 5th. Yesterday I came with the
Equipage to Eppingen [twenty miles, a slow march, giving the fourgons
time]; and this morning we came to the Camp at Wiesenthal. I have dined
with General Roder [our Prussian Commander]; and, after dinner, rode
with Prince Eugene while giving the parole. I handed him my All-gracious
Father's Letter, which much rejoiced him. After the parole, I went to
see the relieving of our outposts [change of sentries there], and view
the French retrenchment.

"We," your Majesty's Contingent, "are throwing up three redoubts: at one
of them today, three musketeers have been miserably shot [GESCHOSSEN,
wounded, not quite killed]; two are of Roder's, and one is of
Finkenstein's regiment.

"To-morrow I will ride to a village which is on our right wing;
Waghausel is the name of it [Busching, v. 1152.] [some five miles off,
north of us, near by the Rhine]; there is a steeple there, from which
one can see the French Camp; from this point I will ride down, between
the two Lines," French and ours, "to see what they are like.

"There are quantities of hurdles and fascines being made; which, as I
hear, are to be employed