He was clinging on the edge of slippery abysses, his path hardly a foot's-breadth, mere enemies and avalanches hanging round on every side: ruin likelier at no moment, of his life;--and here is precisely the quasi-miracle which was needed to save him.

Partly by accident too; the best of management crowned by the luckiest of accidents.

[Tempelhof, iv.

151-171; Archenholtz, ubi supra; HO BERICHT VON DER SCHLACHT SO AM 15 AUGUST, 1760, BEY LIEGNITZ, VORGEFALLEN (Seyfarth, _Beylagen,_ ii.

696-703); &c.
&c.] Friedrich rested four hours on the Battle-field,--if that could be called rest, which was a new kind of diligence highly wonderful.
Diligence of gathering up accurately the results of the Battle; packing them into portable shape; and marching off with them in one's pocket, so to speak.