He himself may well be worn out.

I suppose, for the last four-and-twenty hours he, of all the contemporary sons of Adam, has probably been the busiest.

Let us rest this day; rest till to-morrow morning, and be thankful.

"So decisive a defeat," writes he to his Mother (hastily, misdating "6th" June for 4th), "has not been since Blenheim" [Letter in _OEuvres de Frederic,_ xxvi.

71.] (which is tolerably true); and "I have made the Princes sign their names," to give the good Mother assurance of her children in these perils of war.