Nor are farther SIEGES of those Northern Garrisons, but recaptures of them, the news one hears from Saxony henceforth;--only that Dresden is fatally gone.
Irrecoverably, as turned out, and in that unbearable manner.

Here is the concluding scene:-- DRESDEN, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 8th; EXIT SCHMETTAU.

"A thousand times over, Schmettau must have asked himself, 'Why was I in such a hurry?
Without cause for it I, only Maguire having cause!'-- The Capitulation had been ended in a huddle, without signature: an unwise Capitulation; and it was scandalously ill kept.

Schmettau was not to have marched till Monday, 10th,--six clear days for packing and preparing;--but, practically, he has to make three serve him; and to go half-packed, or not packed at all.

Endless chicanes do arise, 'upon my honor!'-- not even the 800 wagons are ready for us; 'Can't your baggages go in boats, then ?' 'No, nor shall!' answers Schmettau, with blazing eyes, and heart ready to burst; a Schmettau living all this while as in Purgatory, or worse.