, and our meal-wagons jingling on Glogau way!

Excellency Mitchell, under horse-escort, among the lighter baggage,
is on Kuchelberg Heath, in scrubby country, but well north behind
Friedrich's centre: has had a dreadful march; one comfort only, that
his ciphers are all burnt. The rest of us lie down on the grass;--among
others, young Herr von Archenholtz, ensign or lieutenant in Regiment
FORCADE: who testifies that it is one of the beautifulest nights, the
lamps of Heaven shining down in an uncommonly tranquil manner; and that
almost nobody slept. The soldier-ranks all lay horizontal, musket under
arm; chatting pleasantly in an undertone, or each in silence revolving
such thoughts as he had. The Generals amble like observant spirits,
hoarsely imperative. [Archenholtz, ii. 100-111.] Friedrich's line, we
observed, is in the horse-shoe shape (or PARABOLIC, straighter than
horse-shoe), fronting the waters. Ziethen commands in that smaller
Schwartzwasser part of the line, Friedrich in the Katzbach part, which
is more in risk. And now, things being moderately in order, Friedrich
has himself sat down--I think, towards the middle or convex part of his
lines--by a watch-fire he has found there; and, wrapt in his cloak, his
many thoughts melting into haze, has sunk ito a kind of sleep. Seated on
a drum, some say; half asleep by the watch-fire, time half-past 2,--when
a Hussar Major, who has been out by the Bienowitz, the Pohlschildern
way, northward, reconnoitring, comes dashing up full speed: "The King?
where is the King?" "What is it, then?" answers the King for himself.
"Your Majesty, the Enemy in force, from Bienowitz, from Pohlschildern,
coming on our Left Wing yonder; has flung back all my vedettes: is
within 500 yards by this time!"

Friedrich springs to horse; has already an Order speeding forth,
"General Schenkendorf and his Battalion, their cannon, to the crown
of the Wolfsberg, on our left yonder; swift!" How excellent that every
battalion (as by Order that we read) "has its own share of the heavy
cannon always at hand!" ejaculate the military critics. Schenkendorf,
being nimble, was able to astonish the Enemy with volumes of case-shot
from the Wolfsberg, which were very deadly at that close distance. Other
arrangements, too minute for recital here, are rapidly done; and our
Left Wing is in condition to receive its early visitors,--Loudon or
whoever they may be. It is still dubious to the History-Books whether
Friedri