ut, intending actual business;
and thrice over to have drawn in again,--instead of once only, as was
the fact, and then taken colic. [Tempelhof, v. 170.] Friedrich's own
notion, that "over dinner, glass in hand," the two Generals had, in the
enthusiasm of such a moment, agreed to do it, but on sober inspection
found it too dubious, [_OEuvres de Frederic,_ v. 125.] appears to be
ungrounded. Whether they could in reality have stormed him, had they
all been willing, is still a question; and must continue one. Wednesday
evening, 9th September, there was much movement noticeable in the
Russian camp; also among the Austrian, there are regiments, foot
and horse, coming down hitherward. "Meaning to try it then?" thought
Friedrich, and got at once under arms. Suppositions were various; but
about 10 at night, the whole Russian Camp went up in flame; and, next
morning, the Russians were not there.

Russian main Army clean gone; already got to Jauer, as we hear; and Beck
with a Division to see them safe across the Oder;--only Czernichef and
20,000 being left, as a Corps of Loudon's. Who, with all Austrians, are
quiet in their Heights of Kunzendorf again. And thus, on the twentieth
morning, September 10th, this strange Business terminated. Shot of those
batteries is drawn again; powder of those mines lifted out again: no
firing of your heavy Artillery at all, nor even of your light, after
such elaborate charging and shoving of it hither and thither for
the last three weeks. The Prussians cease their bivouacking, nightly
striking of tents; and encamp henceforth in a merely human manner; their
"Spanish Riders" (FRISIAN Horse, CHEVAUX-DE-FRISE, others of us call
them), their Storm-pales and elaborate wooden Engineerings, they
gradually burn as fuel in the cold nights; finding Loudon absolutely
quiescent, and that the thing is over, for the present. One huge peril
handsomely staved away, though so many others impend.

By way of accelerating Butturlin, Friedrich, next day, September 11th,
despatched General Platen with some 8,000 (so I will guess them from
Tempelhof's enumeration by battalions), to get round the flank of
Butturlin, and burn his Magazines. Platen, a valiant skilful person, did
this business, as he was apt to do, in a shining style; shot dexterously
forward by the skirts of Butturlin; heard of a big WAGENBURG or
Travelling Magazine of his, at Gostyn over the Polish Frontier; in fact,
his travelling bread-basket, arranged