you simultaneously, open-mouthed, are a
considerable Tartarean Dog! Soldiers judge that the King's resources of
genius were extremely conspicuous on this occasion; and to all men it is
in evidence that seldom in the Arena of this Universe, looked on by the
idle Populaces and by the eternal Gods and Antigods (called Devils), did
a Son of Adam fence better for himself, now and throughout.

This, his Third march to Silesia in 1760, is judged to be the most
forlorn and ominous Friedrich ever made thither; real peril, and ruin
to Silesia and him, more imminent than even in the old Leuthen days.
Difficulties, complicacies very many, Friedrich can foresee: a Daun's
Army and a Lacy's for escort to us; and such a Silesia when we do
arrive. And there is one complicacy more which he does not yet know of;
that of Loudon waiting ahead to welcome him, on crossing the Frontier,
and increase his escort thenceforth!--Or rather, let us say, Friedrich,
thanks to the despondent Henri and others, has escaped a great Silesian
Calamity;--of which he will hear, with mixed emotions, on arriving at
Bunzlau on the Silesian Frontier, six days after setting out. Since the
loss of Glatz (July 26th), Friedrich has no news of Loudon; supposes
him to be trying something upon Neisse, to be adjusting with his slow
Russians; and, in short, to be out of the dismal account-current just at
present. That is not the fact in regard to Loudon; that is far from the
fact.

LOUDON IS TRYING A STROKE-OF-HAND ON BRESLAU, IN THE GLATZ FASHION, IN
THE INTERIM (July 30th-August 3d).

Hardly above six hours after taking Glatz, swift Loudon, no Daun now
tethering him (Daun standing, or sitting, "in relief of Dresden" far
off), was on march for Breslau--Vanguard of him "marched that same
evening (July 26th):" in the liveliest hope of capturing Breslau;
especially if Soltikof, to whom this of Glatz ought to be a fine
symbol and pledge, make speed to co-operate. Soltikof is in no violent
enthusiasm about Glatz; anxious rather about his own Magazine at Posen,
and how to get it carted out of Henri's way, in case of our advancing
towards some Silesian Siege. "If we were not ruined last year, it was
n't Daun's fault!" growls he often; and Montalembert has need of all
his suasive virtues (which are wonderful to look at, if anybody cared
to look at them, all flung into the sea in this manner) for keeping the
barbarous man in any approach to harmony. The barbarous man had,