the company, by the
regiment, in those terrible 800 yards,--then and afterwards. Regiment
STUTTERHEIM was nearly all killed and wounded, say the Books. You would
fancy it was the fewest of them that ever got to the length of selling
their lives to Daun, instead of giving them away to his 400 cannon. But
it is not so. The Grenadiers, both Lines of them, still in quantity, did
get into contact with Daun. And sold him their lives, hand to hand, at a
rate beyond example in such circumstances;--Daun having to hurry up new
force in streams upon them; resolute to purchase, though the price, for
a long while, rose higher and higher.

At last the 6,000 Grenadiers, being now reduced to the tenth man, had to
fall back. Upon which certain Austrian Battalions rushed dawn in chase,
counting it Victory come: but were severely admonished of that mistake;
and driven back by Ramin's people, who accompanied them into their ranks
and again gave Daun a great deal of trouble before he could overpower
them. This is Attack First, issuing in failure first: one of the
stiffest bits of fighting ever known. Began about 2 in the afternoon;
ended, I should guess, rather after 3. Daun, by this time, is in
considerable disorder of line; though his 400 fire-throats continue
belching ruin, and deafening the world, without abatement. Daun himself
had got wounded in the foot or leg during this Attack, but had no time
to mind it: a most busy, strong and resolute Daun; doing his very best.
Friedrich, too, was wounded,--nobody will tell me in which of these
attacks;--but I think not now, at least will not speak of it now. What
his feelings were, as this Grenadier Attack went on,--a struggle so
unequal, but not to be helped, from the delays that had risen,--nobody,
himself least of all, records for us: only by this little symptom: Two
Grandsons of the Old Dessauer's are Adjutants of his Majesty, and
well loved by him; one of them now at his hand, the other heading his
regiment in this charge of Grenadiers. Word comes to Friedrich that this
latter one is shot dead. On which Friedrich, turning to the Brother, and
not hiding his emotion, as was usual in such moments, said: "All goes
ill to-day; my friends are quitting me. I have just heard that your
Brother is killed (TOUT VA MAL AUJOURD'HUI; MES AMIS ME QUITTENT. ON
VIENT DE M'ANNONCER LA MORT DE VOTRE FRERE)!" [Preuss, ii. 226.] Words
which the Anhalt kindred, and the Prussian military public, treasured up
wi