Loudon, waiting behind the Spitzberg, dashes forward now, towards the Kuhgrund and our Left Flank.

At sight of which a universal feeling shivers through the Prussian heart, "Hope ended, then!"-- and their solid ranks rustle everywhere; and melt into one wild deluge, ebbing from the place as fast as it can.
It is towards six o'clock; the sweltering Sun is now fallen low and veiled; gray evening sinking over those wastes.

"N'Y A-T-IL DONC PAS UN BOUGRE DE BOULET QUI PUISSE M'ATTEINDREE (Is there no one b---- of a ball that can reach me, then) ?" exclaimed Friedrich in despair.

Such a day he had never thought to see.

The pillar of the State, the Prussian Army itself, gone to chaos in this manner.