'March at midnight,' that is the practical result arrived at, on reaching home." FRIDAY, JULY 4th.

"Since the stroke of midnight we are all on march again; nothing but the baggages and bakeries left [with Quintus to watch them, which I see is his common function in these marches]; King himself in the Vanguard,--who hopes to give Lacy a salutation.

[Tempelhof, iv.
56.] 'The march was full of defiles,' says Mitchell: and Mitchell, in his carriage, knew little what a region it was, with boggy intricacies, lakelets, tangly thickets, stocks and stumps; or what a business to pass with heavy cannon, baggage-wagons and columns of men! Such a march; and again not far from twenty miles of it: very hot, as the morning broke, in the breathless woods.

Had Lacy known what kind of ground we had to march in, and been enterprising--! thinks Tempelhof.

The march being so retarded, Lacy got notice of it, and vanished quite away,--to Bischofswerda, I believe, and the protecting neighborhood of Daun.
Nothing of him left when we emerge, simultaneously from this hand and from that, on his front and on his rear, to take him as in a vice, as in the sudden snap of a fox-trap;--fox quite gone.