out something on that head;--and I have no resource myself but
patience. We do all we can: but I cannot hinder the enemy from defending
himself, and Gribeauval from being a clever fellow:--soon, however,
surely soon, soon, we shall see the end. Our weather here is like
December; the Seasons are as mad as the Politics of Europe. Finally, my
dear Brother, one must shove Time on; day follows day, and at last we
shall catch the one that ends our labors. Adieu; JE VOUS EMBRASSE."
[Schoning, iii. 403, 430, 446.]--Here farther, from the Siege-ground
itself, are some traceries, scratchings by a sure hand, which yield us
something of image. Date is still only "BEFORE Schweidnitz," far on in
the eighth week:--

SEPTEMBER 23d. "This morning, before 9, the King [direct from
Peterswaldau, where he has been lodging hitherto,--must have breakfasted
rather early] came into the Lines here:--his quarter is now to be at
Bogendorf near hand, in a Farm house there. The Prince of Prussia was
riding with him, and Lieutenant-Colonel von Anhalt [the Adjutant whom we
have heard of]: he looked at the Battery" lately ordered by him; "looked
at many things; rode along, a good 100 yards inside of the vedettes;
so that the Enemy noticed him, and fired violently,"--King decidedly
ignoring. "To Captain Beauvrye [Captain of the Miners] he paid a
gracious compliment; Major Lefebvre he rallied a little for losing
heart, for bungling his business; but was not angry with him, consoled
him rather; bantered him on the shabbiness of his equipments, and
made him a gift of 400 thalers (60 pounds), to improve them. Lefebvre,
Tauentzien and" another General "dined with him at Bogendorf to-day."
["Captain Gotz's NOTE-book" (a conspicuous Captain here, Note-book still
in manuscript, I think): cited in SCHONING, iii. 453 et seq.]

SEPTEMBER 24th, EARLY. "The King on horseback viewed the trenches, rode
close behind the first parallel, along the mid-most communication-line:
the Enemy cannonaded at us horribly (ERSCHRECKLICH); a ball struck down
the Page von Pirch's horse [Pirch lay writhing, making moan,--plainly
overmuch, thought the King]: on Pirch's accident, too, the Prince of
Prussia's horse made a wild plunge, and pitched its rider aloft out of
the saddle; people thought the Prince was shot, and everybody was in
horror: great was the commotion; only the King was heard calling with a
clear voice, 'PIRCH, VERGISS ER SEINEN SATTEL NICHT,--Pirch, bring your
saddle w