or pocketed as prisoners, and their horses ridden in
this unexpected manner! But we must not linger,--hardly even on WARBURG,
which was the THIRD and greatest; and has still points of memorability,
though now so obliterated.

"Warburg," says my Note on this latter, "is a pleasant little Hessian
Town, some twenty-five miles west of Cassel, standing on the north or
left bank of the Diemel, among fruitful knolls and hollows. The famous
'BATTLE OF WARBURG,'--if you try to inquire in the Town itself, from
your brief railway-station, it is much if some intelligent inhabitant,
at last, remembers to have heard of it! The thing went thus: Chevalier
du Muy, who is Broglio's Rear-guard or Reserve, 30,000 foot and horse,
with his back to the Diemel, and eight bridges across it in case of
accident, has his right flank leaning on Warburg, and his left on a
Village of Ossendorf, some two miles to northwest of that. Broglio,
Prince Xavier of Saxony, especially Duke Ferdinand, are all vehemently
and mysteriously moving about, since that Fight of Korbach; Broglio
intent to have Cassel besieged, Du Muy keeping the Diemel for him;
Ferdinand eager to have the Diemel back from Du Muy and him.

"Two days ago (July 29th), the Erbprinz crossed over into these
neighborhoods, with a strong Vanguard, nearly equal to Du Muy; and,
after studious reconnoitring and survey had, means, this morning (July
31st), to knock him over the Diemel again, if he can. No time to be
lost; Broglio near and in such force. Duke Ferdinand too, quitting
Broglio for a moment, is on march this way; crossed the Diemel, about
midnight, some ten miles farther down, or eastward; will thence bend
southward, at his best speed, to support the Erbprinz, if necessary, and
beset the Diemel when got;--Erbprinz not, however, in any wise, to
wait for him; such the pressure from Broglio and others. A most busy
swift-going scene that morning;--hardly worth such describing at this
date of time.

"The Erbprinz, who is still rather to northeastward, that is to
rightward, not directly frontward, of Du Muy's lines; and whose plan of
attack is still dark to Du Muy, commences [about 8 A.M., I should guess]
by launching his British Legion so called,--which is a composite body,
of Free-Corps nature, British some of it ('Colonel Beckwith's people,'
for example), not British by much the most of it, but an aggregate of
wild strikers, given to plunder too:--by launching his British Legion
upon Wa