for my motto, MAXIMUS IN MINIMIS, ET MINIMUS IN MAXIMIS.
A worse Campaign than any of the others: I know not sometimes what will
become of it. But why weary you with such details of my labors and my
sorrows? My spirits have forsaken me. All gayety is buried with the
Loved Noble Ones whom my heart was bound to. Adieu."

Or, again, TO HENRI: Berlin? Yes; I am trying something in bar of that.
Have a bad time of it, in the interim." Our means, my dear Brother, are
so eaten away; far too short for opposing the prodigious number of our
enemies set against us:--if we must fall, let us date our destruction
from the infamous Day of Maxen!"

Is in such health, too, all the while: "Am a little better, thank
you; yet have still the"--what shall we say (dreadful biliary
affair)?--"HEMORRHOIDES AVEUGLES: nothing that, were it not for the
disquietudes I feel: but all ends in this world, and so will these.
... I flatter myself your health is recovering. For these three days
in continuance I have had so terrible a cramp, I thought it would choke
me;--it is now a little gone. No wonder the chagrins and continual
disquietudes I live in should undermine and at length overturn the
robustest constitution." [Schoning, ii. 419: "2d October." Ib. ii. 410:
"16th September." Ib. ii. 408.]

Friedrich, we observe, has heard of certain Russian-Austrian intentions
on Berlin; but, after intense consideration, resolves that it will
behoove him to continue here, and try to dislodge Daun, or help Hunger
to dislodge him; which will be the remedy for Berlin and all things
else. There are news from Colberg of welcome tenor: could Daun be sent
packing, Soltikof, it is probable, will not be in much alacrity for
Berlin!--September 18th, at Dittmannsdorf, was the first day of Daun's
dead-lock: ever since, he has had to sit, more and more hampered, pinned
to the Hills, eating sour herbs; nothing but Hunger ahead, and a
retreat (battle we will not dream of), likely to be very ruinous, with a
Friedrich sticking to the wings of it. Here is the Note on Colberg:--

SEPTEMBER 18th, COLHERG SIEGE RAISED. "The same September 18th, what
a day at Colberg too! it is the twenty-fourth day of the continual
bombardment there. Colberg is black ashes, most of its houses ruins, not
a house in it uninjured. But Heyde and his poor Garrison, busy day and
night, walk about in it as if fire-proof; with a great deal of battle
still left in them. The King, I know not whether Heyde i