d forgotten noises and deliriums,
what fractions of perennial may turn up for us, carefully forgetting the
rest.

Maillebois with his 40,000, we have seen how they got to Osnabruck, and
effectually stilled the war-fervor of little George II.; sent him home,
in fact, to England a checkmated man, he riding out of Osnabruck by one
gate, the French at the same moment marching in by the other. There
lies Maillebois ever since; and will lie, cantoned over Westphalia, "not
nearer than three leagues to the boundary of Hanover," for a year and
more. There let Maillebois lie, till we see him called away else-wither,
upon which the gallant little George, check-mate being lifted, will
get into notable military activity, and attempt to draw his sword
again,--though without success, owing to the laggard Dutch. Which also,
as British subjects, if not otherwise, the readers of this Book will
wish to see something of. Maillebois did not quite keep his stipulated
distance of "three leagues from the boundary" (being often short of
victual), and was otherwise no good neighbor. Among his Field-Officers,
there is visible (sometimes in trouble about quarters and the like)
a Marquis du Chatelet,--who, I find, is Husband or Ex-Husband to the
divine Emilie, if readers care to think of that! [_Campagnes_ (i. 45,
193); and French Peerage-Books,? DU CHATELAT.] Other known face, or
point of interest for or against, does not turn up in the Maillebois
Operation in those parts.

As for the other still grander Army, Army of the Oriflamme as we have
called it,--which would be Belleisle's, were not he so overwhelmed with
embassying, and persuading the Powers of Germany,--this, since we last
saw it, has struck into a new course, which it is essential to indicate.
The major part of it (Four rear Divisions! if readers recollect) lay at
Ingolstadt, its place of arms; while the Vanward Three Divisions, under
Maurice Comte de Saxe, flowed onward, joining with Bavaria at Passau;
down the Donau Country, to Linz and farther, terrifying Vienna itself;
and driving all the Court to Presburg, with (fabulous) "MORIAMUR PRO
REGE NOSTRO MARIA THERESIA," but with actual armament of Tolpatches,
Pandours, Warasdins, Uscocks and the like unsightly beings of a
predatory centaur nature. Which fine Hungarian Armament, and others
still more ominous, have been diligently going on, while Karl Albert sat
enjoying his Homagings at Linz, his Pisgah-views Vienna-ward; and asking
him