"You, Podewils, announce the matter to foreign Courts.

You, Serene Highness of Anhalt, at your swiftest, collect yonder, and encamp again.

Your eye well on Grune and Rutowski; and the instant I give you signal--! I am for Silesia, to look after Prince Karl, the other long leg of this Business." Old Leopold, according to Friedrich's account, is visibly glad of such opportunity to fight again before he die: and yet, for no reason except some senile jealousy, is not content with these arrangements; perversely objects to this and that.

At length the King says,--think of this hard word, and of the eyes that accompany it!--"When your Highness gets Armies of your own, you will order them according to your mind; at present, it must be according to mine." On, then; and not a moment lost: for of all things we must be swift! Old Leopold goes accordingly.

Friedrich himself goes in a week hence.
Orders, correspondences from Podewils and the rest, are flying right and left;--to Young Leopold in Silesia, first of all.