one appearance on the stage of history.
[_OEuvres de Frederic,_ v. 63; Tempelhof, iv. 154.]

From about 8 in the evening, Friedrich's people got on march, in their
several columns, and fared punctually on; one column through the streets
of Liegnitz, others to left and to right of that; to left mainly, as
remoter from the Austrians and their listening outposts from beyond the
Katzbach River;--where the camp-fires are burning extremely distinct
to-night. The Prussian camp-fires, they too are all burning uncommonly
vivid; country people employed to feed them; and a few hussar sentries
and drummers to make the customary sounds for Daun's instruction, till
a certain hour. Friedrich's people are clearing the North Suburb of
Liegnitz, crossing the Schwartzwasser: artillery and heavy wagons all
go by the Stone-Bridge at Topferberg (POTTER-HILL) there; the lighter
people by a few pontoons farther down that stream, in the Pfaffendorf
vicinity. About one in the morning, all, even the right wing from
Schimmelwitz, are safely across.

Schwartzwasser, a River of many tails (boggy most of them, Sohnelle or
SWIFT Deichsel hardly an exception), gathering itself from the southward
for twenty or more miles, attains its maximum of north at a place called
Waldau, not far northwest of Topferberg. Towards this Waldau, Lacy is
aiming all night; thence to pounce on our "left wing,"--which he will
find to consist of those empty watch-fires merely. Down from Waldau,
past Topferberg and Pfaffendorf (PRIEST-town, or as we should call it,
"Preston"), which are all on its northern or left bank, Schwartzwasser's
course is in the form of an irregular horse-shoe; high ground to its
northern side, Liegnitz and hollows to its southern; till in an angular
way it do join Katzbach, and go with that, northward for Oder the rest
of its course. On the brow of these horse-shoe Heights,--which run
parallel to Schwartzwasser one part of them, and nearly parallel to
Katzbach another (though above a mile distant, these latter, from
IT),--Friedrich plants himself: in Order of Battle; slightly altering
some points of the afternoon's program, and correcting his Generals,
"Front rather so and so; see where their fires are, yonder!" Daun's
fires, Loudon's fires; vividly visible both:--and, singular to say,
there is nothing yonder either but a few sentries and deceptive drums!
All empty yonder too, even as our own Camp is; all gone forth, even as
we are; we resting here