ponds, several of them, with their sluices, dams and apparatus:
a ragged broadish lacing of ponds and lakelets (all well dried in
our day) straggles and zigzags along there, connected by the
miserablest Brook in nature, which takes to oozing and serpentizing
forward thereabouts, and does finally get emptied, now in a rather
livelier condition, into the Moldau, about the TOE-part of that
Horse-shoe or Belvedere region. It runs in sight of the King, I
think, where he now is; this lower livelier part of it: little does
the King know how important the upper oozing portion of it will be
to him this day. Near Michelup are lakelets worth noticing;
a little under Sterbohol, in the course of this miserable Brook, is
a string of fish-ponds, with their sluices open at this time, the
water out, and the mud bottom sown with herb-provender for the
intended carps, which is coming on beautifully, green as leeks, and
nearly ready for the fish getting to it again.

Friedrich surveys diligently what he can of all this, from the
northern verge. We will now return to Friedrich; and will stay on
his side through the terrible Action that is coming. Battle of
Prag, one of the furious Battles of the World; loud as Doomsday;--
the very Emblem of which, done on the Piano by females of energy,
scatters mankind to flight who love their ears! Of this great
Action the Narratives old and modern are innumerable; false some of
them, unintelligible well-nigh all. There are three in Lloyd, known
probably to some of my readers. Tempelhof, with criticisms of these
three, gives a fourth,--perhaps the one Narrative which human
nature, after much study, can in some sort understand.
Human readers, especially military, I refer to that as their
finale. [In Lloyd, i. 38 et seq. (the Three): in Tempelhof, i. 123
(the Fourth); ib. i. 144 (strength of each Army), 105-149 (remarks