252-264.

Saxe's own Account (Letter to Chevalier de Folard) is in Espagnac, i.

89 et seqq.] One thing I remember always: the bright moonlight; steeples of Prag towering serene in silvery silence, and on a sudden the wreaths of volcanic fire breaking out all round them.

The opposition was but trifling, null in some places, poor Ogilvy being nothing of a wizard, and his garrison very small.

It fell chiefly on Rutowsky; who met it with creditable vigor, till relieved by the others.