se he wore,--"which saved my
life," he said afterwards to Henri. The King himself little regarded
it (mentioning it only to Brother Henri, on inquiry and solicitation),
during the few weeks it still hung about him. The Books intimate that
it struck him to the earth, void of consciousness for some time, to
the terror of those about him; and that he started up, disregarding
it altogether in this press of business, and almost as if ashamed of
himself, which imposed silence on people's tongues. In military circles
there is still, on this latter point, an Anecdote; which I cannot
confirm or deny, but will give for the sake of Berenhorst and his famed
Book on the ART OF WAR. Berenhorst--a natural son of the Old Dessauer's,
and evidently enough a chip of the old block, only gone into the
articulate-speaking or intellectual form--was, for the present, an
Adjutant or Aide-de-camp of Friedrich's; and at this juncture was seen
bending over the swooned Friedrich, perhaps with an over-pathos or
elaborate something in his expression of countenance: when Friedrich
reopened his indignant eyes: "WAS MACHT ER HIER?" cried Friedrich: "ER
SAMMLE FUYARDS! What have you to do here? Go and gather runaways" (be
of some real use, can't you)!--which unkind cut struck deep into
Berenhorst, they say; and could never after be eradicated from his
gloomy heart. It is certain he became Prince Henri's Adjutant soon
after, and that in his KRIEGSKUNST, amidst the clearest orthodox
admiration, he manifests, by little touches up and down, a feeling
of very fell and pallid quality against the King; and belongs, in a
peculiarly virulent though taciturn way, to the Opposition Party. His
Book, next to English Lloyd's (or perhaps superior, for Berenhorst is
of much the more cultivated intellect, highly condensed too, though so
discursive and far-read, were it not for the vice of perverse diabolic
temper), seemed, to a humble outsider like myself, greatly the
strongest-headed, most penetrating and humanly illuminative I had had to
study on that subject. Who the weakest-headed was (perhaps JOMINI, among
the widely circulating kind?), I will not attempt to decide, so great is
the crush in that bad direction. To return.

This Second Attack is again a repulse to the indignant Friedrich; though
he still persists in fierce effort to recover himself: and indeed Daun's
interior, too, it appears, is all in a whirl of confusion; his losses
too having been enormous:--when,