rburg Town, there to take charge of Du Muy's right wing. Which
Legion, 'with great rapidity, not only pitched the French all out, but
clean plundered the poor Town;' and is a sad sore on Du Muy's right, who
cannot get it attended to, in the ominous aspects elsewhere visible.
For the Erbprinz, who is a strategic creature, comes on, in the style
of Friedrich, not straight towards Du Muy, but sweeps out in two
columns round northward; privately intending upon Du Muy's left wing
and front--left wing, right wing, (by British Legion), and front, all
three;--and is well aided by a mist which now fell, and which hung on
the higher ground, and covered his march, for an hour or more. This mist
had not begun when he saw, on the knoll-tops, far off on the right, but
indisputable as he flattered himself,--something of Ferdinand emerging!
Saw this; and pours along, we can suppose, with still better step and
temper. And bursts, pretty simultaneously, upon Du Muy's right wing
and left wing, coercing his front the while; squelches both these wings
furiously together; forces the coerced centre, mostly horse, to plunge
back into the Diemel, and swim. Horse could swim; but many of the Foot,
who tried, got drowned. And, on the whole, Du Muy is a good deal wrecked
[1,600 killed, 2,000 prisoners, not to speak of cannon and flags], and,
but for his eight bridges, would have been totally ruined.

"The fight was uncommonly furious, especially on Du Muy's left;
'Maxwell's Brigade' going at it, with the finest bayonet-practice,
musketry, artillery-practice; obstinate as bears. On Du Muy's right, the
British Legion, left wing, British too by name, had a much easier job.
But the fight generally was of hot and stubborn kind, for hours, perhaps
two or more;--and some say, would not have ended so triumphantly, had
it not been for Duke Ferdinand's Vanguard, Lord Granby and the English
Horse; who, warned by the noise ahead, pushed on at the top of their
speed, and got in before the death. Granby and the Blues had gone at the
high trot, for above five miles; and, I doubt not, were in keen humor
when they rose to the gallop and slashed in. Mauvillon says, 'It was
in this attack that Lord Granby, at the head of the Blues, his own
regiment, had his hat blown off; a big bald circle in his head rendering
the loss more conspicuous. But he never minded; stormed still on,' bare
bald head among the helmets and sabres; 'and made it very evident that
had he, instead