will step across the instant the supercilious No-Answer comes to
hand. Are to converge about Dresden and the Saxon Switzerland;--
about 65,000 strong, equipped as no Army before or since has been;
--and take what luck there may be.

Bruhl and Polish Majesty's Army, still only about 18,000, have
their apprehensions of such visit: but what can they do? The Saxon
Army draws out into Camp, at sight of this mysterious marching;
strong Camp "in the angle of Elbe and Mulde Rivers;"--then draws in
again; being too weak for use. And is thinking, Menzel informs us,
to take post in the stony labyrinthic Pirna Country: such the
advice an Excellency Broglio has given;--French Excellency, now in
Dresden; Marechal de Broglio's Son, and of little less explosive
nature than his Father was. Bruhl and Polish Majesty, guessing that
the hour is come, are infinitely interested. Interested, not
flurried. "Austrian-Russian Anti-Prussian Covenant!" say Bruhl and
Majesty, rather comfortably to themselves: "We never signed it.
WE never would sign anything; what have we to do with it? Courage;
steady; To Pirna, if they come! Are not Excellency Broglio, and
France, and Austria, and the whole world at our back?"

It was full three weeks before Klinggraf's Message of Answer could
arrive at Berlin. Of Friedrich in the interim, launching such a
world-adventure, himself silent, in the midst of a buzzing Berlin,
take these indications, which are luminous enough. Duke Ferdinand
of Brunswick is to head one of the Three "Columns." Duke Ferdinand,
Governor of Magdeburg, is now collecting his Column in that
neighborhood, chiefly at Halle; whitherward, or on what errand, is
profoundly unknown. Unknown even to Ferdinand, except that it is
for actual Service in the Field. Here are two Friedrich Letters