Then again he was at the Storming of the Lines of Turin,--Eugene's
feat of 1706, and a most volcanic business;--was the first man
that got-over the entrenchment there. Foremost man; face all black
with the smoke of gunpowder, only channelled here and there with
rivulets of sweat;--not a lovely phenomenon to the French in the
interior! Who still fought like madmen, but were at length driven
into heaps, and obliged to run. A while before they ran,
Anhalt-Dessau, noticing some Captain posted with his company in a
likely situation, stept aside to him for a moment, and asked,
"Am I wounded, think you.?--No? Then have you anything to drink?"
and deliberately "drank a glass of aqua-vitae," the judicious
Captain carrying a pocket-pistol of that sort, in case of
accident; and likewise "eat, with great appetite, a bit of bread
from one of the soldiers' haversacks; saying, He believed the heat
of the job was done, and that there was no fear now!"--
Des weltberumkten Leopoldi, &c. (Anonymous, by
Ranfft, cited above), pp. 42-45, 52, 65.]

A man that has been in many wars; in whose rough head, are schemes
hatching. Any religion he has is of Protestant nature; but he has
not much,--on the doctrinal side, very little. Luther's Hymn,
Eine feste Burg ist unser Gott, he calls
"God Almighty's grenadier-march." On joining battle, he audibly
utters, with bared head, some growl of rugged prayer, far from
orthodox at times, but muoh in earnest: that lifting of his hat
for prayer, is his last signal on such occasions. He is very
cunning as required, withal; not disdaining the serpentine method
when no other will do. With Friedrich Wilhelm, who is his
second-cousin (Mother's grand-nephew, if the reader can count