And always, after that first stumble with the French Horse was
mended, they kept gaining ground, thrusting back the Enemy, not
over the Dettingen Brook and Moor-ground only, but, knock after
knock, out of his woody or other coverts, back and ever back,
towards Welzheim, Kahl, and those Two Bridges of his. The flamy
French [ligneous fire burning lower and lower, VERSUS anthracitic
glowing brighter and brighter] found that they had a bad time of
it;--found, in fact, that they could not stand it; and tumbled
finally, in great torrents, across their Bridges on the Mayn, many
leaping into the River, the English sitting dreadfully on the
skirts of them. So that had the English had their Cavalry in
readiness to pursue, Noailles's Army, in the humor it had sunk to,
was ruined, and the Victory would have been conspicuously great.
But they had, as too common, nothing ready. Impetuous Stair strove
to get ready; "pushed out the Grey Dragoons" for one item. But the
Authorities refused Stair's counsel, as rash again; and made no
effectual pursuit at all;--too glad that they had brushed their
Battle-field triumphantly clear, and got out of that fatal pinfold
in an honorable manner.

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"They stayed on the ground till 10 at night; settling, or trying to
settle, many things. The Surgeons were busy as bees, but able for
Officers only;--'Dress HIM first!' said the glorious Duke of
Cumberland, pointing to a young Frenchman [Excellency Fenelon's
Son, grand-nephew of TELEMAQUE] who was worse wounded than his
Highness. Quite in the Philip-Sydney fashion; which was much taken
notice of. 'All this while, we had next to nothing to eat' (says
one informant).--Ten P.M.: after which, leaving a polite Letter to