Nobody's blame, he says; every Saxon man did well; only some Austrian horse-regiments, that we had among us, were too shy.

Adieu to poor old Weissenfels.

Luck of war, what else,--thereby is he in this pass.
And now new Prussian force, its Saxons being well abolished, is pressing down upon Prince Karl's naked left flank.

Yes;--Prince Karl too will have to go.

His cavalry is, for most part, shaken into ragged clouds; infantry, steady enough men, cannot stand everything.