we labelled it);--and Daun had hastily pushed a Division
thitherward, double-quick, to secure Prag; but found it was only
the Magazines. "Above four millions worth [600,000 pounds, counting
the THALERS into sterling], above four millions worth of bread and
forage gone to ashes, and the very boats burnt? Well; the poor
Reichsfolk, or our poor Auxiliaries to them, will have empty
haversacks:--but it is not Prag!" thinks Daun.

At what exact point of time Daun came to see that Friedrich was not
intending Invasion, and would, on the contrary, require to be
invaded, I do not know. But it must have been an interesting
discovery to Daun, if he foreshadowed to himself what results it
would have on him: "Taking the defensive, then? And what is to
become of one's Cunctatorship in that case!" Yes, truly.
Cunctatorship is not now the trade needed; there is nothing to be
made of playing Fabius-Cunctator:--and Daun's fame henceforth is a
diminishing quantity. The Books say he "wasted above five weeks in
corresponding with the Russian Generals." In fact, he had now weeks
enough on hand; being articulately resolved (and even commanded by
Kriegshofrath) to do nothing till the Russians came up;--and also
(INarticulately and by command of Nature) to do as little as
possible after! This Year, and indeed all years following, the
Russians are to be Daun's best card.

Waiting for three months here till the curtain rose, it was
Friedrich that had to play Cunctator. A wearisome task to him, we
need not doubt. But he did it with anxious vigilance; ever thinking
Daun would try something, either on Prince Henri or on him, and
that the Play would begin. But the Play did not. There was endless
scuffling and bickering of Outposts; much hitching and counter-