There was much small laughter over this transaction; Majesty himself laughing well at it.

Higher perfection of passivity no Burgermeister could show.
The march, as readers understand, is towards Glogau; a strongish Garrison Town, now some 40 miles ahead; the key of Northern Schlesien.
Grunberg (where my readers once slept for the night, in the late King's time, though they have forgotten it) is the first and only considerable Town on the hither side of Glogau.

On to Glogau, I rather perceive, the Army is in good part provisioned before starting: after Glogau,--we must see.

Bread-wagons, Baggage-wagons, Ammunition-and-Artillery wagons, all is in order; Army artistically portioned out.

That is the form of march; with Glogau ahead.