d by another officer. He afterwards spoke on the same
subject to one of the Prussian generals, a German prince, as he chanced
to pass on horseback: when Mr. Tibay told him the field-mareschal was
lying wounded on the field, he asked if his wounds were mortal; and
the other answering he was afraid they were, the prince shrugged up his
shoulders, and rode off without further question. The body of this
great officer, being thus shamefully abandoned, was soon stripped by the
Austrian stragglers, and lay exposed and undistinguished on the field
of battle. In this situation it was perceived by count Lasci, son of the
general of that name, with whom mareschal Keith had served in Russia.
This young count had been the mareschal's pupil, and revered him as his
military father, though employed in the Austrian service. He recognised
the body by the large scar of a dangerous wound, which general Keith
had received in his thigh at the siege of Oczakow, and could not help
bursting into tears to see his honoured master thus extended at his
feet, a naked, lifeless, and deserted corpse. He forthwith caused
his body to be covered and interred. It was afterwards taken up, and
decently buried by the curate of Hochkirchen; and finally removed to
Berlin, by order of the king of Prussia, who bestowed upon it those
funeral honours that were due to the dignified rank and transcendent
merit of the deceased; merit so universally acknowledged, that even the
Saxons lamented him as their best friend and patron, who protected
them from violence and outrage, even while he acted a principal part in
subjecting them to the dominion of his sovereign.

[Footnote 479: Note 3 R, p. 479. Among other transactions that
distinguish the history of Great Britain, scarce a year glides away
without producing some incident that strongly marks the singular
character of the English nation. A very extraordinary instance of this
nature, relating to the late duke of Marlborough, we shall record among
the events of this year, although it derived its origin from the
latter end of the last, and cannot be properly enumerated among those
occurrences that appertain to general history. Towards the end of
November, in the preceding year, the above-mentioned nobleman received,
by the post, a letter directed "To his Grace the duke of Marlborough,
with care and speed," and containing this address:

"My Lord,--As ceremony is an idle thing upon most occasions, more
especially to per