tug of war still desperate, there arose a cry of joy over all
the Austrian ranks, "Help coming! Help!"--and Friedrich noticed a
body of Horse, "in Austrian cognizance" (such the cunning of a
certain man), coming in upon his rear. Austrians and Friedrich
never doubted but it was Brother Leopold just getting on the
ground; and rushed forward doubly fierce. Doubly fierce; and were
doubly astonished when it plunged in upon them, sharp-edged, as
Burggraf Friedrich of Nurnberg,--and quite ruined Austrian
Friedrich. Austrian Friedrich fought personally like a lion at
bay; but it availed nothing. Rindsmaul (not lovely of lip,
COWMOUTH, so-called) disarmed him: "I will not surrender except to
a Prince!"--so Burggraf Friedrich was got to take surrender of
him; and the Fight, and whole Controversy with it, was completely
won. [ Jedem Mann ein Ey (One egg to every
man), Dem frommen Schweppermann zwey (Two to
the excellent Schweppermann}:
Tradition still repeats this old rhyme, as the Kaiser's Address to
his Army, or his Head Captains, at supper, after such a day's
work,--in a country already to the bone.]

Poor Leopold, the Austrian Brother, did not arrive till the
morrow; and saw a sad sight, before flying off again. Friedrich
the Fair sat prisoner in the old Castle of Traussnitz (OBER PFALZ,
Upper Palatinate, or Nurnberg country) for three years; whittling
sticks:--Tourists, if curious, can still procure specimens of them
at the place, for a consideration. There sat Friedrich, Brother
Leopold moving Heaven and Earth,--and in fact they said, the very
Devil by art magic, [Kohler, p. 288.]--to no purpose, to deliver
him. And his poor Spanish Wife cried her eyes, too literally,
out,--sight gone in sad fact.