13th July-10th Aug. 1778. one, the wild creature instantly flings down his murder: weapon, and, kneeling, embraces the King's boot, with kisses, for anything I know. It is certain, Friedrich, about six times over in this paltry War or Quasi No-War, set his attendants on the tremble; was namely, from Croateries and Artilleries, in imminent peril of life; so careless was he, and dangerous to speak to in his sour humour. Humour very sour, they say, for most part; being in reality altogether backward and loth for grand enterprise; and yet striving to think he was not; ashamed that any War of his should be a No-War. Schmettau says:

‘On the day of getting into Jaromirtz' (July 8th), the King, tired of riding about while the Columns were slowly getting in, • lay down on the ground with his Adjutants about him. A young Officer came riding past; whom the King beckoned to him ;-wrote something with pencil (an Order, not of the least 'importance), and said: “Here ; that Order to General Lossow, 6 and tell him he is not to take it ill that I trouble him, as I have

none in my Suite that can do anything.”! Let the Suite take it as they can! A most pungent, severe old King; quite perverse at times, thinks Schmettau. Thus again, more than once:

« On arriving with his Column where the Officer, a perfectly 6 skilful man, had marked out the Camp, the King would lift his

spyglass; gaze to right and left, riding round the place at perhaps a hundred yards distance; and begin : “ Sieht er, Herr, But " look, Herr, what a botching you have made of it again (was er da wieder für dumm Zeug gemacht hat)!” and grumbling and • blaming would alter the Camp, till it was all out of rule; and • then say, “ See there, that is the way to mark out Camps.” '16

In a week's time, July 13th, came another fine excuse for inaction; Plenipotentiary Thugut, namely, and the Kaiserinn's Letter, which we spoke of. Autograph from Maria Theresa herself, inspired by the terror of

16 Schmettau, xxv. 30, 24. VOL. VI.


13th July-10th Aug. 1778. Vienna and of her beautiful motherly heart. Negotiation to be private utterly: “My Son, the Kaiser, knows nothing of it; I beg the most absolute secrecy;" which was accordingly kept, while Thugut, with Finkenstein and Herzberg again, held “Congress of Braunau” in those neighbourhoods,—with as little effect as ever. Thugut's Name, it seems, was originally Tunicotto (Tyrolese-Italian); which the ignorant Vienna people changed into

Thu-nicht-gut (Do-no-good),” till Maria Theresa, in very charity, struck out the negative, and made him “Dogood.” Do-good and his Congress held Friedrich till August 10th: five more weeks gone; and nothing but reconnoitering,—with of course foraging, and diligently eating the Country, which is a daily employment, and produces fencing and skirmishing enough.

Henri, in the interim, has invaded from the West; seen Leitmeritz, Lobositz;—Prag Nobility all running, and I suppose Prayers to St. Vitus going again,-and Loudon in alarm. Loudon, however, saved Prag by two masterly positions (not mentionable here); upon which Henri took camp at Niemes; Loudon, the weaker in this part, seizing the Iser as a bulwark, and ranking himself behind it, back-to-back of Lacy. Here for about five weeks sat Henri, nothing on hand but to eat the Country. Over the heads of Loudon and Lacy, as the crow flies, Henri's Camp may be about 70 miles from Jaromirtz, where the King is. Hussar Belling, our old Anti-Swede friend, a brilliant cutting.man, broke over the Iser once, perhaps twice; and there was pretty fencing by him and the like of him: "but Prince Henri did nothing,' says the King, 17—was, in fact, helping the King to do nothing. By the 10th of September, as “Futile,

17 Euvres de Frédéric, vi. 154.

6th Aug. 1778. Henri has computed, this Country will be eaten; “Forage, I find, will be quite done here on September 10th,” writes Henri, after a week or two's experience.

There was always talk of Henri and the King, who are 100,000 each, joining hands by the post of Arnau, or some weak point of Lacy's well north of Königsgrätz; thus of cutting off the meal-carts of that backto-back copartnery, and so of tumbling it off the ground (which was perfectly possible, says Schmettau); and small detachments and expeditions were pushed out, General Dahlwig, General Anhalt, partly for that object: but not the least of it ever took effect. lost by loitering, as all else was,” groans Schmettau. Prince Henri was averse to attempt, intimates the King, - as indeed (though refusing to own it) was I.

September 10th, my forage will be out, your Majesty,” says Henri, always a punctual calculating man.

The Austrians, on their side, were equally stagnant; and, except the continual skirmishing with the Prussian foragers, undertook nothing. “Shamefully ill-done our foraging, too,” exclaims Schmettau again and again : “ Had we done it with neatness, with regularity, the Country would have lasted us twice as long. Doing it headlong, wastefully, and by the rule-of-thumb, the Country was a desert, all its inhabitants fled, all its edibles consumed, before six weeks were over. Friedrich is not now himself at all; in great things or in little; what a changed Friedrich !” exclaims Schmettau, with wearisome iteration.

From about August 6th, or especially August 10th, when the Maria-Theresa Correspondence, or “ Congress of Braunau,” ended likewise in zero, Friedrich became impatient for actual junction with Prince Henri, actual push of business; and began to hint of an excellent plan


15th Aug.-8th Sept. 1778. he had: “Burst through on their left flank ; blow up their post of Hohenelbe yonder: thence is but one march to Iser river; junction with Prince Henri there; and a Lacy and a Loudon tumbled to the winds.” “A plan ' perfectly feasible,' says Schmettau; 'which solaced the King's humour, but which he never really intended to execute. Possibly not; otherwise, according to old wont, he would have forborne to speak of it beforehand. At all events, August 15th, in the feeling that one ought really to do something, the rather as forage hereabouts was almost or altogether running out, he actually set about this grand scheme.

Got on march to leftward, namely, up the Aupa river, through the gloomy chasms of Kingdom-Wood, memorable in old days: had his bakery shifted to Trautenau; his heavy cannon getting tugged through the mire and the rains, which by this time were abundant, towards Hohenelbe, for the great enterprise : and sat encamped on and about the Battleground of Sohr for a week or so, waiting till all were forward; eating Sohr Country, which was painfully easy to do. The Austrians did next to nothing on him; but the rains, the mud, and scarcity were doing much. Getting on to Hohenelbe region, after a week's wet waiting, he, on ocular survey of the ground about, was heard to say, “This cannot be done, then!” “Had never meant to do it,' sneers Schmettau, and only wanted some excuse. Which is very likely. Schmettau gives an Anecdote of him here: In regard to a certain Hill, the Key of the Austrian position, which the King was continually reconnoitering, and lamenting the enormous height of, “Impossible, so high!" One of the Adjutants took his theodolite, ascertained the height, and, by way of comforting his Majesty, reported the exact

8th-21st Sept. 1778.
number of feet above their present level.

6 How do you know, Herr?" said the King angrily. “Measured “ it by Trigonometry, your Majesty.”—“ Trigonome

try! Scher' er sich zum Teufel (Off with you, Sir, to “ the Devil, your Trigonometry and you!)”—no believer in mathematics, this King.

He was loth to go; and laid the blame on many things. “ Were Prince Henri now but across the Iser. Had that stupid Anhalt, when he was upon it” (galloping about, to the ruin of his head), “ only seized Arnau, Arnau and its Elbe-Bridge; and had it in hand for junction with Prince Henri!” In fine, just as the last batch of heavy cannon, -twenty or thirty hungered horses to a gun, at the rate of five miles a day in roads unspeakable,—were getting in, he ordered them all to be dragged back, back to the Trautenau road; whither we must now all go. And, September 8th, in perfect order, for the Austrians little molested him, and got a bad bargain when they did, the great Friedrich with his whole Army got on march homeward, after such a Campaign as we see. Climbed the Trautenau-Landshut Pass, with nothing of effective loss except from the rainy elements, the steep miry ways, and the starved horses; draughthorses especially starved,—whom, poor creatures, “you * would see spring at the ropes' (draught-harness), “thirty of them to a gun, when started and gee-ho'd to; tug 'violently with no effect, and fall down in whole rows.'

Prince Henri, forage done, started punctually September 10th, two days after his Brother; and, with little or no pursuit from the Austrians, and with horses unstarved, got home in comparatively tolerable circumstances. Cantoned himself in Dresden neighbourhood, and sat waiting: he had never approved this War; and now, I suppose, would not want for reflexions. Fried

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