CHAPTER VII .-- SIXTH CAMPAIGN OPENS: CAMP OF BUNZELWITZ.
To the outward observer Friedrich stands well at present, and seems again in formidable posture.

After two such Victories, and such almost miraculous recovery of himself, who shall say what resistance he will not yet make?
In comparison with 1759 and its failures and disasters, what a Year has 1760 been! Liegnitz and Torgau, instead of Kunersdorf and Maxen, here are unexpected phenomena; here is a King risen from the deeps again,--more incalculable than ever to contemporary mankind.

"How these things will end ?" Fancy of what a palpitating interest THEN, while everybody watched the huge game as it went on; though it is so little interesting now to anybody, looking at it all finished! Finished; no mystery of chance, of world-hope or of world-terror now remaining in it; all is fallen stagnant, dull, distant;--and it will behoove us to be brief upon it.
Contemporaries, and Posterity that will make study, must alike admit that, among the sons of men, few in any Age have made a stiffer fight than Friedrich has done and continues to do.

But to Friedrich himself it is dismally evident, that year by year his resources are melting away; that a year must come when he will have no resource more.

Ebbing very fast, his resources;--fast too, no doubt, those of his Enemies, but not SO fast.