th a reverence strange to us. Of Anhalt perhaps some word by and by,
at a fitter season.

Shortly after 3, as I reckon the time, Hulsen's Column did arrive:
choice troops these too, the Pomeranian MANTEUFFEL, one regiment of
them;--young Archenholtz of FORCADE (first Battalion here, second and
third are with Ziethen, making vain noise) was in this Column; came,
with the others, winding to the Wood's edge, in such circuits, poor
young soul; rain pouring, if that had been worth notice; cannon-balls
plunging, boughs crashing, such a TODES-POSAUNE, or Doomsday-Thunder,
broken loose:--they did emerge steadily, nevertheless, he says, "like
sea-billows or flow of tide, under the smoky hurricane." Pretty men are
here too, Manteuffel Pommerners; no hearts stouter. With these, and the
indignant Remnants which waited for them, a new assault upon Daun is set
about. And bursts out, on that same northwest corner of him; say
about half-past 3. The rain is now done, "blown away by the tremendous
artillery," thinks Archenholtz, if that were any matter.

The Attack, supported by a few more Horse (though Column Three still
fatally lingers), and, I should hope, by some practicable weight of
Field-batteries, is spurred by a grimmer kind of indignation, and is of
fiercer spirit than ever. Think how Manteuffel of Foot will blaze out;
and what is the humor of those once overwhelmed Remnants, now getting
air again! Daun's line is actually broken in this point, his artillery
surmounted and become useless; Daun's potence and north front are
reeling backwards, Prussians in possession of their ground. "The field
to be ours!" thinks Friedrich, for some time. If indeed Ziethen had
been seriously busy on the southern side of things, instead of vaguely
cannonading in that manner! But resolute Daun, with promptitude, calls
in his Reserve from Grosswig, calls in whatsoever of disposable force he
can gather; Daun rallies, rushes again on the Prussians in overpowering
number; and, in spite of their most desperate resistance, drives them
back, ever back; and recovers his ground.

A very desperate bout, this Second one; probably the toughest of the
Battle: but the result again is Daun's; the Prussians palpably
obliged to draw back. Friedrich himself got wounded here;--poor young
Archenholtz too, ONLY wounded, not killed, as so many were:--Friedrich's
wound was a contusion on the breast; came of some spent bit of
case-shot, deadened farther by a famed pelis