of them touch that Key: It lay on the table; and may again, in the
course of Providence, come to lie!--The Prussian Lieutenant lays it
down accordingly, and hurries out, with a grin on his face.
There was much small laughter over this transaction; Majesty
himself laughing well at it. Higher perfection of passivity no
Burgermeister could show.

The march, as readers understand, is towards Glogau; a strongish
Garrison Town, now some 40 miles ahead; the key of Northern
Schlesien. Grunberg (where my readers once slept for the night, in
the late King's time, though they have forgotten it) is the first
and only considerable Town on the hither side of Glogau. On to
Glogau, I rather perceive, the Army is in good part provisioned
before starting: after Glogau,--we must see. Bread-wagons, Baggage-
wagons, Ammunition-and-Artillery wagons, all is in order; Army
artistically portioned out. That is the form of march; with Glogau
ahead. King, as we said above, dines with his Baron von Hocke, at
the Schloss of Deutsch-Kessel, short way beyond Grunberg, this
first day: but he by no means loiters there;--cuts across, a dozen
miles westward, through a country where his vanguard on its various
lines of march ought to be arriving;--and goes to lodge, at the
Schloss of Schweinitz, with his other Baron, the Von Kestlitz of
Wednesday at Crossen. [ Helden-Geschichte,
i. 459.] This is Friday, 16th December, his first night on
Silesian ground.


WHAT GLOGAU, AND THE GOVERNMENT AT BRESLAU, DID UPON IT.

Silesia, in the way of resistance, is not in the least prepared for