both sides, is fast abating,--hard to say on which side faster
(Friedrich's talent being always a FIXED quantity, while all else
is fluctuating and vanishing),--what remains of the once terrible
Affair, through Campaigns Sixth and Seventh, is like a race between
spent horses, little to be said of it in comparison. Campaign 1760
is the last of any outward eminence or greatness of event. Let us
diligently follow that, and be compendious with the remainder.

Friedrich was always famed for his Marches; but, this Year, they
exceeded all calculation and example; and are still the admiration
of military men. Can there by no method be some distant notion
afforded of them to the general reader? They were the one resource
Friedrich had left, against such overwhelming superiority in
numbers; and they came out like surprises in a theatre,--
unpleasantly surprising to Daun. Done with such dexterity, rapidity
and inexhaustible contrivance and ingenuity, as overset the schemes
of his enemies again and again, and made his one army equivalent in
effect to their three.

Evening of April 25th, Friedrich rose from his Freyberg
cantonments; moved back, that is, northward, a good march;
then encamped himself between Elbe and the Hill-Country; with freer
prospect and more elbow-room for work coming. His left is on
Meissen and the Elbe; his right at a Village called the
Katzenhauser, an uncommonly strong camp, of which one often hears
afterwards; his centre camp is at Schlettau, which also is strong,
though not to such a degree. This line extends from Meissen
southward about 10 miles, commanding the Reich-ward Passes of the
Metal Mountains, and is defensive of Leipzig, Torgau and the Towns
thereabouts. [Tempelhof, iv. 16 et seq.] Katzenhauser is but a mile