fell were inspired by enthusiasm and courage. Forgetful of their wounds,
of their torn and broken limbs, they gazed with joy and pride at their
comrades, joining in their shouts and hurrahs, until death sealed their
lips.

A Prussian grenadier, whose left leg had been shot off in the early
part of the battle, raised himself from the ground: using his gun as
a crutch, he dragged himself to a spot which the army had to pass, and
cried to the comrades who were looking pityingly upon his bleeding limb:
"Fight like brave Prussians, brothers! Conquer or die for your king!"

Another grenadier, who had lost both legs, lay upon the ground weltering
in his blood, quietly smoking his pipe. An Austrian general galloping
by held in his horse and looked in amazement at the soldier. "How is
it possible, comrade," said he, "that in your fearful condition you can
smoke? Death is near to you."

Taking the pipe from his mouth, the grenadier answered with white,
trembling lips: "Well, and what of it? Do I not die for my king?"

Where the danger was the greatest, there was the king encouraging his
soldiers. When a column was seen to reel, there was Frederick in their
midst inspiring new courage by his presence. The king was the soul of
his army, and as his soul was sans peur et sans reproche, the army was
victorious. Napoleon, speaking of this battle, says: "Cette bataille de
Leuthen est propre a immortaliser le caractere moral de Frederic, et
met a jour ses grands talents militaires." And somewhat later, he says:
"Cette bataille etait un chef d'oeuvre de mouvements, de manoeuvres, et
de resolution, seul elle suffirait pour immortaliser Frederic, et lui
donne un rang parmi les plus grands generaux!"

The victory was gained. The defeated Austrians fled in haste, leaving a
hundred cannon, fifty banners, and more than twenty thousand prisoners
in the hands of the Prussians; while upon the battle-field six thousand
of their dead and wounded were lying, with but two thousand dead
and wounded Prussians. The victory belonged to Prussia. They had all
distinguished themselves; the king and every common soldier had done
his duty. Frederick, accompanied by his staff, to which Lieutenant
Frankenberg and his fifty men did not now belong, passed the bloody,
smoking battle-field. His countenance was sparkling with joy--his eyes
shone like stars. He seemed looking for some one to whom to open his
grateful heart.

He who had given most assistance in