right wing of Horse here, and is not up in time), there is too much room. Nor room enough for the Infantry, we say : the last Three Battalions of the front line therefore, the three on the outmost right, wheel round, and stand athwart ; en potence (as soldiers say), or at right angles to the first line; hanging to it like a kind of lid in that part,-between Schulenburg and them,—had Schulenburg come up. Thus are the three battalions got rid of at least; they cap the First Prussian line rectangularly, like a lid,' says my authority,―lid which does not reach to the Second Line by a good way. This accidental arrangement had material effects on the right wing. Unfortunate Schulenburg did at last come up :-had he miscalculated the distances then? Once on the ground, he will find he does not reach to Hermsdorf after all, and that there is now too much room! What his degree of fault was I know not; Friedrich has long been dissatisfied with these dragoons of Schulenburg; "good for nothing, I always told you" (at that skirmish of Baumgarten): and now here is the General himself fallen blundering !-In respect of Horse, the Austrians are more than two to one; to make out our deficiency, the King imitating something he had read about Gustavus Adolphus, intercalates the Horse-Squadrons; on each wing, with two battalions of Grenadiers, and so lengthens them; 'a manœuvre not likely to be again imitated,' he admits.

All these movements and arrangements are effected above a mile from Mollwitz, no enemy yet visible. Once effected, we advance again with music sounding, sixty pieces of artillery well in front,-steady, steady!-across the floor of snow which is soon beaten smooth enough, the stage, this day, of a great adventure. And now there is the enemy's left wing, Römer and his Horse; their right wing wider away, and not yet, by a good space, within cannon-range of us. It is towards two of the afternoon; Schulenburg now on his ground, laments that he will not reach to Hermsdorf;-but it may be dangerous now to attempt repairing that error? At two of the clock, being now fairly within distance, we salute Römer and the Austrian left, with all our sixty cannon; and the sound of drums and clarionets is drowned in universal ar

tillery thunder. Incessant, for they take (by order) to "swift-shooting," which is almost of the swiftness of musketry in our Prussian practice; and from sixty cannon, going at that rate, we may fancy some effect. The Austrian Horse of the left wing do not like it; all the less as the Austrians, rather short of artillery, have nothing yet to reply with.

No Cavalry can stand long there, getting shivered in that way; in such a noise, were there nothing more. "Are we to stand here like milestones, then, and be all shot without a stroke struck?" "Steady!" answers Römer. But nothing can keep them steady: "To be shot like dogs (wie Hünde)! For God's sake (Um Gottes Willen), lead us forward, then, to have a stroke at them!"-in tones ever more plangent, plaintively indignant; growing ungovernable. And Römer can get no orders; Neipperg is on the extreme right, many things still to settle there; and here is the cannon-thunder going, and soon their very musketry will open. And-and there is Schulenburg, for one thing, stretching himself out eastwards (rightwards) to get hold of Hermsdorf; thinking this an opportunity for the manoeuvre. "Forward!" cries Römer; and his Thirty Squadrons, like bottled whirlwind now at last let loose, dash upon Schulenburg's poor Ten (five of them of Schulenburg's own regiment),—who are turned sideways too, trotting towards Hermsdorf, at the wrong moment,—and dash them into wild ruin. That must have been a charge! That was the beginning of hours of chaos, seemingly irretrievable, in the Prussian right wing.

For the Prussian Horse fly wildly; and it is in vain to rally. The King is among them; has come in hot haste, conjuring and commanding: poor Schulenburg addresses his own regiment, "Oh shame, shame! shall it be told, then?" rallies his own regiment, and some others; charges fiercely in with them again; gets a sabre-slash across the face,-does not mind the sabre-slash, small bandaging will do ;-gets a bullet through the head (or through the heart, it is not said which); and falls down dead; his regiment going to the winds again, and his care of it and of other things concluding in this honorable manner. Nothing can rally that right wing; or the more you rally, the worse it fares : they are clearly no match

for Römer, these Prussian Horse. They fly along the front of their own First Line of Infantry, they fly between the Two Lines; Römer chasing,-till the fire of the Infantry (intolerable to our enemies, and hitting some even of our fugitive friends) repels him. For the notable point in all this was the conduct of the infantry; and how it stood in these wild vortexes of ruin; impregnable, immovable, as if every man of it were stone; and steadily poured out deluges of fire,—‘five Prussian shots for two Austrian :'-such is perfect discipline against imperfect; and the iron ramrod against the wooden.

The intolerable fire repels Römer, when he trenches on the Infantry: however, he captures nine of the Prussian sixty guns; has scattered their Horse to the winds; and charges again and again, hoping to break the infantry too,-till a bullet kills him, the gallant Römer; and some other has to charge and try. It is thought, had Göldlein with his Austrian Infantry advanced to support Römer at this juncture, the battle had been gained. Five times before Römer fell and after, the Austrians charged here; tried the Second Line too; tried once to take Prince Leopold in rear there. But Prince Leopold faced round, gave intolerable fire; on one face as on the other, he, or the Prussian Infantry anywhere, is not to be broken. 'Prince Friedrich,' one of the Margraves of Schwedt, King's Cousin, fell in these wild rallyings and wrestlings; 'by a cannon-ball at the King's hand,' not said otherwise where. He had come as Volunteer, few weeks ago, out of Holland, where he was a rising General: he has met his fate here,—and Margraf Karl, his brother, who also gets wounded, will be a mournful man to-night.

The Prussian Horse, this right wing of it, is a ruined body; boiling in wild disorder, flooding rapidly away to rearward, which is the safest direction to retreat upon. They 'sweep away the King's person with them,' say some cautious people; others say, what is the fact, that Schwerin entreated, and as it were commanded, the King to go; the battle being, to all appearance, irretrievable. Go he did, with small escort, and on a long ride,-to Oppeln, a Prussian post, thirty-five miles rearward, where there is a bridge over the Oder and a safe country beyond. So much is indubitable; and that he dis

patched an Aide-de-Camp to gallop into Brandenburg, and tell the Old Dessauer, "Bestir yourself! Here all seems. lost!"-and vanished from the field, doubtless in very desperate humor. Upon which the extraneous world has babbled a good deal, "Cowardice! Wanted courage: Haha!" in its usual foolish way; not worth answer from him or from Friedrich's demeanor, in that disaster of his right wing, was furious despair rather; and neither Schulenburg nor Margraf Friedrich, nor any of the captains, killed or left living, was supposed to have sinned by "cowardice" in a visible degree !

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Indisputable it is, though there is deep mystery upon it, the King vanishes from Mollwitz Field at this point for sixteen hours, into the regions of Myth, "into Fairyland," as would once have been said; but reappears unharmed in tomorrow's daylight.

'Had Göldlein but advanced with his Foot, in support of gallant Römer!' say the Austrian Books. But Göldlein did not advance; nor is it certain he would have found advantage in so doing: Göldlein, where he stands, has difficulty enough to hold his own. For the notable circumstance, miraculous to military men, still is, How the Prussian Foot (men who had never been in fire, but whom Friedrich Wilhelm had drilled for twenty years) stand their ground, in this distraction of the Horse. Not even the two outlying Grenadier Battalions will give away; those poor intercalated Grenadiers, when their Horse fled on the right and on the left, they stand there, like a fixed stone-dam in that wild whirlpool of ruin. They fix bayonets, 'bring their two field-pieces to flank' (Winterfeld was Captain there), and, from small arms and big, deliver such a fire as was very unexpected. Nothing to be made of Winterfeld and them. They invincibly hurl back charge after charge; and, with dogged steadiness, manœuvre themselves into the general Line again; or into contact with the Three superfluous Battalions, arranged en potence, whom we heard of. Those Three, ranked athwart in this right wing ('like a lid,' between First Line and second), maintained themselves in like impregnable fashion,-Winterfeld commanding; and proved unexpectedly, thinks Friedrich, the

saving of the whole. For they also stood their ground immovable, like rocks; steady spouting fire-torrents. Five successive charges storm upon them, fruitless; "Steady, meine Kinder; fix bayonets, handle ramrods! There is the Horsedeluge thundering in upon you; reserve your fire, till you see the whites of their eyes, and get the word; then give it them, and again give it them: see whether any man or any horse can stand it !"

Neipperg, soon after Römer fell, had ordered Göldlein forward: Göldlein with his Infantry did advance, gallantly enough; but to no purpose. Goldlein was soon shot dead; and his infantry had to fall back again, ineffectual or worse. Iron ramrods against wooden; five shots to two: what is there but falling back? Neipperg sent fresh horse from his right wing, with Berlichingen, a new famed General of Horse; Neipperg is furiously bent to improve his advantage, to break those Prussians, who are mere musketeers left bare, and thinks that will settle the account: but it could in no wise be done. The Austrian Horse, after their fifth trial, renounce charging; fairly refuse to charge any more; and withdraw dispirited out of ball-range, or in search of things not impracticable. The Hussar part of them did something of plunder to rearward ;—and, besides an attempt on the Prussian baggage and knapsacks, which proved to be 'too well guarded,'-' burnt the Church of Pampitz,' as some small consolation. The Prussians had stript off their knapsacks, and left them in Pampitz: the Austrians, it was noticed, stript theirs in the field; built walls of them, and fired behind the same, in the kneeling, more or less protected posture, which did not avail them much.

In fact, the Austrian infantry too, all Austrians, hour after hour, are getting wearier of it: neither infantry nor cavalry can stand being riddled by swift shot in that manner. In spite of their knapsack walls, various regiments have shrunk out of ball-range; and several cannot, by any persuasion, be got to come into it again. Others, who do reluctantly advance, -see what a figure they make; man after man edging away as he can, so that the regiment 'stands forty to eighty men deep, with lanes through it every two or three yards ;'