sed as an attractive Piece);
OESTERREICHISCHER VETERAN, iv. 79: cited in PREUSS, ii. 285.]

Ziethen, appointed to that function, watches on the Heights of Wurben,
the citadel of the place: keeps a sharp eye to the southwest. All round,
in huge half-moon on the edge of the Hills over there, six or more miles
from Ziethen, lie the angry Enemies; Austrians south and nearest, about
Kunzendorf and Freyberg. Russians are on the top of Striegau
Hills, which are well known to some of us; Russian head-quarter is
Hohenfriedberg,--who would have thought it, Herr General von Ziethen?
Sixteen years ago, we have seen these Heights in other tenancy: Austrian
field-music and displayed banners coming down; a thousand and a thousand
Austrian watch-fires blazing out yonder, in the silent June night, eve
of such a Day! Baireuth Dragoons and their No. 67;--you will find the
Baireuth Dragoons still here in a sense, but also in a sense not. Their
fencing Chasot is gone to Lubeck long since; will perhaps pay Friedrich
a visit by and by: their fiery Gessler is gone much farther, and will
never visit anybody more! Many were the reapers then, and they are
mostly gone to rest. Here is a new harvest; the old SICKLES are still
here; but the hands that wielded them--! "Steady!" answers the Herr
General; profoundly aware of all that, but averse to words upon it.

Fancy Loudon's astonishment, on the third day: "While we have sat
consulting how to attack him, there is he,--unattackable, shall we say?"
Unattackable, Loudon will not consent to think him, though Butturlin has
quite consented. "Difficult, murderous," thinks Loudon; "but possible,
certain, could Butturlin but be persuaded!" And tries all his rhetoric
on Butturlin: "Shame on us!" urges the ardent Loudon: "Imperial and
Czarish Majesties; Kriegshofrath, Russian Senate; Vienna, Petersburg,
Versailles and all the world,--what are they expecting of us? To
ourselves it seemed certain, and here we sit helplessly gazing!" Loudon
is very diligent upon Butturlin: "Do but believe that it is possible.
A plan can be made; many plans: the problem is solved, if only your
Excellency will believe." Which Butturlin never quite will.

Nobody knows better than Friedrich in what perilous crisis he now
stands: beaten here, what army or resource has he left? Silesia is gone
from him; by every likelihood, the game is gone. This of Bunzelwitz is
his last card; this is now his one stronghold in the world:--we need no