furiously charging the Austrian Horse, which stood ranked there in
many lines; breaking it, then again half broken by it; but again
rallying, charging it a second time, then a third time, "both to
front and flank, amid whirlwinds of dust" (Ziethen busy there, not
to mention indignant Warnery and others);--and at length, driving
it wholly to the winds: "beyond Nussel, towards the Sazawa
Country;" never seen again that day. Prince Karl (after Browne's
death-wound, or before, I never know) came galloping to rally that
important Right Wing of horse. Prince Karl did his very utmost
there; obtesting, praying, raging, threatening:--but to no purpose;
the Zietheners and others so heavy on the rear of them:--and at
last there came a cramp, or intolerable twinge of spasm, through
Prince Karl's own person (breast or heart), like to take the life
of him: so that he too had to be carried into Prag to the doctors.
And his Cavalry fled at discretion; chased by Ziethen, on
Friedrich's express order, and sent quite over the horizon.
Enough, "by about half-past one," Sterbohol work is thoroughly
done: and the Austrian Battle, both its Commanders gone, has heeled
fairly downwards, and is in an ominous way.

The whole of this Austrian Right Wing, horse and foot, batteries
and redoubts, which was put EN POTENCE, or square-wise, to the main
battle, is become a ruin; gone to confusion; hovers in distracted
clouds, seeking roads to run away by, which it ultimately found.
Done all this surely was; and poor Browne, mortally wounded, is
being carried off the ground; but in what sequence done, under what
exact vicissitudes of aspect, special steps of cause and effect, no
man can say; and only imagination, guided by these few data, can
paint to itself. Such a chaotic whirlwind of blood, dust, mud,
artillery-thunder, sulphurous rage, and human death and victory,--