with their heavy artillery, made a breach in our outmost battery:
'Not tenable!' exclaimed the Captain there: 'This way, my men!'--
and withdrew, like a shot, he and party; sliding down the steep
face of the mountain [feet foremost, I hope], home to Deggendorf in
this peculiar manner; leaving the AUSTRIANS to manage his guns.
Our two lower batteries, ruled by this upper one, had now to be
abandoned; and Conti ran, Bridge of the Town-ditch breaking under
him; baggages, even to his own portmanteaus, all lost; and had a
neck-and-neck race of it in getting to his Donau-Bridge, and across
to the safe side. With loss of everything, we say,--personal
baggage all included; which latter item, Prince Karl politely
returned him next day." [Espagnac, p. 188.]

Broglio, with Prince Karl in his bowels going at such a rate, may
judge now whether it was wise to lie in that loose posture,
scattered over two thousand square miles, and snort on his
judicious Seckendorf's advices and urgencies as he did!
Readers anticipate the issue; and shall not be wearied farther with
detail. There are, as we said, Three Austrian Armies pressing on
this luckless Bavaria and its French Protectors: Khevenhuller, from
Salzburg and the southern quarter, pushing in his Dauns;
Lobkowitz, hanging over us from the Ober-Pfalz (Naab-River Country)
on the north; and Prince Karl, on one or sometimes on both sides of
the Donau, pricking sharply into the rear of us; saying, by
bayonets, burnt bridges, bomb-shells, "Off; swift; it will be
better for you!" And Broglio has lost head, a mere whirlwind of
flaming gases; and your ablest Comte de Saxe in such position, what
can he do? Broglio writes to Versailles, That there will be no
continuing in Bavaria; that he recommends an order to march
homewards;--much to the surprise of Versailles.