grief of the king over his mother’s death.—interesting letters.—forces in the field.—the march upon dresden.—devotion of wilhelmina.—atheism of the king.—wilhelmina to voltaire.—despair of frederick.—great victory of rossbach.—description of the battle.—utter rout of the allies.—elation of frederick.—his poem on the occasion.—ravages of war.
the tidings of the death of the king’s mother reached him on the 2d of july, 1757. sir andrew mitchell, the english embassador in berlin, gives the following account of an interview he had with frederick on that occasion:
“yesterday, july 3d, the king sent for me, in the afternoon, the first time he has seen any body since the news came. i had the honor to remain with him in his closet. i must own i was most sensibly affected to see him indulging his grief, and giving way to the warmest filial affections; recalling to mind the many obligations he had to her late majesty; all she had suffered, and how nobly she had borne it; the good she did to every body;419 the one comfort he now had, that he tried to make her last years more agreeable.”
sophia dorothea.
on the 1st of july, the day before the king heard of his mother’s death, he wrote to wilhelmina, in reply to a letter from her which expressed great anxiety on his account:
“dear sister, fear nothing on my score. men are always in the hand of what we call destiny. accidents will befall people walking on the streets, sitting in their room, lying on their bed; and there are many who escape the perils of war.”
again, on the 5th of july, he wrote: “i write to apprise you, my dear sister, of the new grief that overwhelms us. we have no longer a mother. this loss puts the crown on my sorrows. i am obliged to act, and have not time to give free course to my tears. judge, i pray you, of the situation of a feeling heart put to so severe a trial. all losses in the world are capable of being remedied, but those which death causes are beyond the reach of hope.”
on the 7th of july he wrote again to wilhelmina. the letter420 reveals the anxiety of his heart, and his earnest desire to escape, if possible, from his embarrassments. wilhelmina had written, offering her services to endeavor to secure peace. the king replied:
“you are too good. i am ashamed to abuse your indulgence. but do, since you are willing, try and sound the french, and learn what conditions of peace they would demand. send that mirabeau103 to france. willingly will i pay the expense. he may offer as much as five million thalers [$3,750,000] to the favorite104 for peace alone.”
soon after this, frederick again wrote to his sister a letter which throws so much light upon his character that we give it almost entire:
“leitmeritz, july 13, 1757.
“my dear sister,—your letter has arrived. i see in it your regrets for the irreparable loss we have had of the best and worthiest mother in this world. i am so overwhelmed by these blows from within and without that i feel myself in a sort of stupefaction.
“the french have seized upon friesland, and are about to pass the weser. they have instigated the swedes to declare war against me. the swedes are sending seventeen thousand men into pomerania. the russians are besieging memel. general schwald has them on his front and in his rear. the troops of the empire are also about to march. all this will force me to evacuate bohemia so soon as that crowd of enemies gets into motion.
“i am firmly resolved on the utmost efforts to save my country. happy the moment when i took to training myself in philosophy. there is nothing else that can sustain a soul in a situation like mine. i spread out to you, my dear sister, the detail of my sorrows. if these things regarded myself only, i could stand it with composure. but i am the bound guardian of the happiness of a people which has been put under my charge. there lies the sting of it. and i shall have to reproach myself with every fault if, by delay or by overhaste, i occasion the smallest accident.
“i am in the condition of a traveler who sees himself surrounded421 and ready to be assassinated by a troop of cut-throats, who intend to share his spoils. since the league of cambrai105 there is no example of such a conspiracy as that infamous triumvirate, austria, france, russia, now forms against me. was it ever before seen that three great princes laid plot in concert to destroy a fourth who had done nothing against them? i have not had the least quarrel either with france or with russia, still less with sweden.
“happy, my dear sister, is the obscure man whose good sense, from youth upward, has renounced all sorts of glory; who, in his safe and humble place, has none to envy him, and whose fortune does not excite the cupidity of scoundrels. but these reflections are vain. we have to be what our birth, which decides, has made us in entering upon this world.
“i beg a thousand pardons, my dear sister. in these three long pages i talk to you of nothing but my troubles and affairs. a strange abuse it would be of any other person’s friendship. but yours, my dear sister, is known to me; and i am persuaded that you are not impatient when i open to you my heart—a heart which is yours altogether, being filled with sentiments of the tenderest esteem, with which i am, my dearest sister, your
“frederick.”
at this time the whole disposable force of his prussian majesty did not exceed eighty thousand men. there were marching against him combined armies of not less, in the aggregate, than four hundred thousand. a part of the prussian army, about thirty thousand strong, under the king’s eldest brother, augustus william, prince of prussia, was sent north, especially to protect zittau, a very fine town of about ten thousand inhabitants, where frederick had gathered his chief magazines. prince charles, with seventy thousand austrians, pursued this division. he outgeneraled the prince of prussia, drove him into wild country roads, took many prisoners, captured important fortresses, and, opening a fire of red-hot shot upon zittau, laid the whole place, with its magazines, in ashes. the prince of422 prussia, who witnessed the conflagration which he could not prevent, retreated precipitately toward lobau, and thence to bautzen, with his army in a deplorable condition of exhaustion and destitution.
here frederick, with the remainder of the army from leitmeritz, joined his brother, against whom he was greatly incensed, attributing the disasters he had encountered to his incapacity. at four o’clock of the 30th of july the king met the prince of prussia and the other generals of the discomfited army. both parties approached the designated spot on horseback. the king, who was accompanied by his suite, upon his arrival within about two hundred feet of the place where his brother, with his officers, was awaiting him, without saluting the prince or recognizing him in the slightest degree, dismounted, and threw himself in a reclining posture upon the greensward. general goltz was then sent with the following message to the prince:
“his majesty commands me to inform your royal highness that he has cause to be greatly discontented with you; that you deserve to have a court-martial held over you, which would sentence you and all your generals to death; but that his majesty will not carry the matter so far, being unable to forget that in the chief general he has a brother.”
augustus william, overwhelmed by his disgrace, and yet angered by the rebuke, coldly replied that he desired only that a court-martial should investigate the case and pronounce judgment. the king forbade that any intercourse whatever should take place between his own troops, soldiers, or officers, and those of his brother, who, he declared, had utterly degraded themselves by the loss of all courage and ambition. the prince sent to the king general schultz to obtain the countersign for the army. frederick refused to receive him, saying “that he had no countersign to send to cowards.” augustus william then went himself to present his official report and a list of his troops. frederick took the papers without saying a word, and then turned his back upon his brother. this cruel treatment fell with crushing force upon the unhappy prince. conscious of military failure, disgraced in the eyes of his generals and soldiers, and abandoned by the king, his health and spirits alike failed him. the next morning he wrote a sad, respectfully reproachful letter to423 frederick, stating that his health rendered it necessary for him to retire for a season from the army to recruit. the reply of the king, which was dated bautzen, july 30, 1757, shows how desperate he, at that time, considered the state of his affairs. hopeless of victory, he seems to have sought only death.
“my dear brother,—your bad conduct has greatly injured my affairs. it is not the enemy, but your ill-concerted measures, which have done me this harm. my generals also are inexcusable, whether they gave you bad advice or only suffered you to come to such injudicious resolutions. in this sad situation it only remains for me to make a last attempt. i must hazard a battle. if we can not conquer, we must all of us have ourselves killed.
“i do not complain of your heart, but of your incapacity, and of the little judgment you have shown in making your decisions. a man who has but a few days to live need not dissemble. i wish you better fortune than mine has been, and that all the miseries and bad adventures you have had may teach you to treat important matters with greater care, sense, and resolution than you have hitherto done. the greatest part of the calamities which i now apprehend comes only from you. you and your children will suffer more from them than i shall. be persuaded, nevertheless, that i have always loved you, and that with these sentiments i shall die.
frederick.”
upon the reception of this letter, the prince, without replying to it, verbally asked leave, through one of his officers, to throw up his commission and retire to his family in berlin. the king scornfully replied, “let him go; he is fit for nothing else.” in the deepest dejection the prince returned to his home. rapidly his health failed, and before the year had passed away, as we shall have occasion hereafter to mention, he sank into the grave, deploring his unhappy lot.
frederick speedily concentrated all his strength at bautzen, and strove to draw the austrians into a battle; but in vain. the heights upon which they were intrenched, bristling with cannon, he could not venture to assail. after three weeks of impatient man?uvring, frederick gathered his force of fifty thousand424 men close in hand, and made a sudden rush upon bernstadt, about fifty miles to the east of bautzen. here he surprised an austrian division, scattered it to the winds, seized all its baggage, and took a number of prisoners. he also captured the field equipage, coach, horses, etc., of general nadasti, who narrowly escaped.
the french, advancing from the rhine on the west, were sweeping all opposition before them. they had overrun hanover, and compelled the duke of brunswick, brother of george ii., to withdraw, with his hanoverian troops, from the alliance with the king of prussia. this was a terrible blow to frederick. it left him entirely alone to encounter his swarming enemies.
the prince of soubise had rendezvoused fifty thousand french and saxon troops at erfurt, about a hundred and seventy miles west of dresden. he had also, scattered around at different posts, easily accessible, a hundred thousand more well-armed and well-disciplined troops. frederick took twenty-three thousand men and marched to assail these foes in almost despairing battle. to plunge with so feeble a band into such a mass of enemies seemed to be the extreme of recklessness.
on the 30th of august frederick commenced his march from dresden. great caution was requisite, and great military skill, in so bold an adventure. on the 13th of september he reached erfurt. the prince of soubise, aware of the prowess of his antagonist, retired to the hills and intrenched himself, waiting until he could accumulate forces which would render victory certain. frederick had now with him his second brother, henry, who seems to have very fully secured his confidence. on the 16th of september the king wrote:
“my brother henry has gone to see the duchess of gotha to-day. i am so oppressed with grief that i would rather keep my sadness to myself. i have reason to congratulate myself much on account of my brother henry. he has behaved like an angel, as a soldier, and well toward me as a brother. i can not, unfortunately, say the same of the elder. he sulks at me, and has sulkily retired to torgau, from which place he has gone to wittenberg. i shall leave him to his caprices and to his bad conduct; and i prophesy nothing for the future unless the younger guide him.”
425 in these hours of trouble the noble wilhelmina was as true to her brother as the magnet to the pole. she was appalled by no dangers, and roused all her energies to aid that brother, struggling, with the world arrayed against him. the king appreciated his sister’s love. in a poetic epistle addressed to her, composed in these hours of adversity, he wrote:
“oh sweet and dear hope of my remaining days! oh sister whose friendship, so fertile in resources, shares all my sorrows, and with a helpful arm assists me in the gulf! it is in vain that the destinies have overwhelmed me with disasters. if the crowd of kings have sworn my ruin, if the earth have opened to swallow me, you still love me, noble and affectionate sister. loved by you, what is there of misfortune?”
in conclusion, he gives utterance to that gloomy creed of infidelity and atheism which he had adopted instead of the christian faith. “thus destiny with a deluge of torments fills the poisoned remnants of my days. the present is hideous to me, the future unknown. do you say that i am the creature of a beneficent being? i see that all men are the sport of destiny. and if there do exist some gloomy and inexorable being who allows a despised herd of creatures to go on multiplying here, he values them as nothing. he looks down on our virtues, our misdeeds, on the horrors of war, and on all the cruel plagues which ravage earth, as a thing indifferent to him. wherefore my sole refuge and only haven, loved sister, is in the arms of death.”106
twenty years before this, frederick, in a letter to his friend baron suhm, dated june 6, 1736, had expressed the belief that, while the majority of the world perished at death, a few very distinguished men might be immortal.
“the thought alone,” he wrote, “of your death, my dear suhm, affords me an argument in proof of the immortality of the soul. for is it possible that the spirit which acts in you with so much clearness, brightness, and intelligence, which is so different from matter and from body—that fine soul endowed with so many solid virtues and agreeable qualities—is it possible that this should not be immortal? no! i would maintain in solid argument that, if the greatest part of the world were to be annihilated,426 you, voltaire, boileau, newton, wolfius, and some other geniuses of this order must be immortal.”107
now, however, frederick, in that downward path through which the rejecters of christianity invariably descend, had reached the point at which he renounced all belief in the immortality of the soul and in the existence of god. in a poetic epistle addressed to marshal keith, he declares himself a materialist, and affirms his unwavering conviction that the soul, which he says is but the result of the bodily organization, perishes with that body. he declares suicide to be the only remedy for man in his hour of extremity.
wilhelmina, in her distress in view of the peril of her brother, wrote to voltaire, hoping that he might be persuaded to exert an influence in his favor.
“the king, my brother,” she wrote, “supports his misfortunes with a courage and a firmness worthy of him. i am in a frightful state, and will not survive the destruction of my house and family. that is the one consolation that remains to me. i can not write farther of it. my soul is so troubled that i know not what i am doing. to me there remains nothing but to follow his destiny if it is unfortunate. i have never piqued myself on being a philosopher, though i have made many efforts to become so. the small progress i made did teach me to despise grandeur and riches. but i could never find in philosophy any cure for the wounds of the heart, except that of getting done with our miseries by ceasing to live. the state i am in is worse than death. i see the greatest man of his age, my brother, my friend, reduced to the most frightful extremity. i see my whole family exposed to dangers and, perhaps, destruction. would to heaven i were alone loaded with all the miseries i have described to you.”
five days after this letter was written to voltaire by wilhelmina from baireuth, frederick, on the 17th of september, 1757, wrote his sister from near erfurt. this letter, somewhat abbreviated, was as follows:
“my dearest sister,—i find no other consolation but in your precious letters. may heaven108 reward so much virtue and such427 heroic sentiments! since i wrote you last my misfortunes have but gone on accumulating. it seems as though destiny would discharge all its wrath and fury upon the poor country which i had to rule over. i have advanced this way to fall upon a corps of the allied army, which has run off and intrenched itself among hills, whither to follow, still more to attack them, all rules of war forbid. the moment i retire toward saxony this whole swarm will be upon my heels. happen what may, i am determined, at all risks, to fall upon whatever corps of the enemy approaches me nearest. i shall even bless heaven for its mercy if it grant me the favor to die sword in hand.
“should this hope fail me, you will allow that it would be too hard to crawl at the feet of a company of traitors to whom successful crimes have given the advantage to prescribe the law to me. if i had followed my own inclinations i should have put an end to myself at once after that unfortunate battle which i lost. but i felt that this would be weakness, and that it behooved me to repair the evil which had happened. but no sooner had i hastened this way to face new enemies than winterfield was beaten and killed near gorlitz; than the french entered the heart of my states; than the swedes blockaded stettin. now there is nothing effective left for me to do. there are too many enemies. were i even to succeed in beating two armies, the third would crush me. as for you, my incomparable sister, i have not the heart to turn you from your resolves. we think alike, and i can not condemn in you the sentiments which i daily entertain. life has been given us as a benefit. when it ceases to be such— i have nobody left in this world to attach me to it but you. my friends, the relations i loved most, are in the grave. in short, i have lost every thing. if you take the resolution which i have taken, we end together our misfortunes and our unhappiness.
“but it is time to end this long, dreary letter. i have had some leisure, and have used it to open to you a heart filled with admiration and gratitude toward you. yes, my adorable sister, if providence troubled itself about human affairs, you ought to be the happiest person in the universe. your not being such confirms me in the sentiments expressed in my epistle.”
in his “epistle” frederick had expressed the opinion that428 there was no god who took any interest in human affairs. he had also repeatedly expressed the resolve to wilhelmina, and to voltaire, to whom he had become partially reconciled, that he was prepared to commit suicide should events prove as disastrous as he had every reason to expect they would prove. he had also urged his sister to follow his example, and not to survive the ruin of the family. such was the support which the king, in hours of adversity, found in that philosophy for which he had discarded the religion of jesus christ.
on the 15th of september, two days before frederick had written the despairing letter we have just given, wilhelmina wrote again to him, in response to previous letters, and to his poetic epistle.
“my dearest brother,—your letter and the one you wrote to voltaire have nearly killed me. what fatal resolutions, great god! ah! my dear brother, you say you love me, and you drive a dagger into my heart. your epistle, which i did receive, made me shed rivers of tears. i am now ashamed of such weakness. my misfortune would be so great that i should find worthier resources than tears. your lot shall be mine. i shall not survive your misfortunes, or those of the house i belong to. you may calculate that such is my firm resolution.
“but, after this avowal, allow me to entreat you to look back at what was the pitiable state of your enemy when you lay before prague. it is the sudden whirl of fortune for both parties. the like can occur again when one is the least expecting it. c?sar was the slave of pirates, and yet he became master of the world. a great genius like yours finds resources even when all is lost.
“i suffer a thousand times more than i can tell you. nevertheless, hope does not abandon me. i am obliged to finish. but i shall never cease to be, with the most profound respect, your
wilhelmina.”
on the 11th of october an express courier reached frederick’s camp with the alarming intelligence that an austrian division of fifteen thousand men was on the march for berlin. the city was but poorly fortified, and held a garrison of but four thousand429 troops. frederick had no doubt that the austrian army was acting in co-operation with other forces of the allies, advancing upon his metropolis from the east, north, and west. immediately he collected all his available troops and commenced a rapid march for the protection of his capital. in the mean time wilhelmina had heard of this new peril. a rumor also had reached her that there had been a battle, and that her brother was wounded. the following letter reveals the anguish of her heart:
“baireuth, october 15, 1757.
“my dearest brother,—death and a thousand torments could not equal the frightful state i am in. there run reports that make me shudder. some say that you are wounded, others that you are dangerously ill. in vain have i tormented myself to have news of you. i can get none. oh, my dear brother, come what may, i will not survive you. if i am to continue in this frightful uncertainty, i can not stand it. in the name of god, bid some one write to me.
“i know not what i have written. my heart is torn in pieces. i feel that by dint of disquietude and alarms i am losing my senses. oh, my dear, adorable brother, have pity on me. the least thing that concerns you pierces me to the heart. might i die a thousand deaths provided you lived and were happy! i can say no more. grief chokes me. i can only repeat that your fate shall be mine; being, my dear brother, your
“wilhelmina.”
it turned out that the rumor of the march upon berlin was greatly exaggerated. general haddick, with an austrian force of but four thousand men, by a sudden rush through the woods, seized the suburbs of berlin. the terrified garrison, supposing that an overwhelming force of the allied army was upon them, retreated, with the royal family and effects, to spandau. general haddick, having extorted a ransom of about one hundred and forty thousand dollars from the city, and “two dozen pair of gloves for the empress queen,” and learning that a division of frederick’s army was fast approaching, fled precipitately. hearing of this result, the king arrested his steps at torgau, and returned to leipsic. the berliners asserted that “the two dozen pair of gloves were all gloves for the left hand.”
430 frederick reached leipsic on the 26th of october. the allied forces were rapidly concentrating in overwhelming numbers around him. on the 30th the king marched to the vicinity of lutzen, where he encamped for the night. general soubise, though in command of a force outnumbering that of the prussians nearly three to one, retreated rapidly to the west before frederick, and crossed the river saale. frederick followed, and effected the passage of the stream with but little opposition.
map of the campaign of rossbach.
after some man?uvring, the hostile forces met upon a wide, dreary, undulating plain, with here and there a hillock, in the vicinity of rossbach. frederick had twenty thousand men. the french general, prince soubise, had sixty thousand. the allies now felt sure of their prey. their plan was to surround frederick, destroy his army, and take him a prisoner. on the morning of the 5th of november the two hostile armies were nearly facing each other, a few miles west of the river saale. a party of austrians was sent by the general of the allies to destroy the bridges upon the river in the rear of the prussians, that their retreat might be cut off. frederick, from a house-top, eagerly watched the movement of his foes. to his surprise and great431 satisfaction, he soon saw the whole allied army commencing a circuitous march around his left to fall upon him in his rear.
instantly, and “like a change of scene in the opera,” the prussians were on the rapid march to the east in as perfect order as if on parade. taking advantage of an eminence called james hill, which concealed their movements from the allies, frederick hurled his whole concentrated force upon the flank of the van of the army on the advance. he thus greatly outnumbered his foes at the point of attack. the enemy, taken by surprise in their long line of march, had no time to form.
“compact as a wall, and with an incredible velocity, seidlitz, in the blaze of rapid steel, is in upon them.” from the first it was manifest that the destruction of the advance-guard was certain. the prussian cavalry slashed through it again and again, throwing it into inextricable disorder. in less than half an hour this important portion of the allied troops was put to utter rout, “tumbling off the ground, plunging down hill in full flight, across its own infantry, or whatever obstacle, seidlitz on the hips of it, and galloping madly over the horizon.”
battle of rossbach, november 5, 1757.
a a. first position of combined army. b b. first position of prussian camp. c c. advance of prussian army. d d. second position of combined army. e e. prussians retire to rossbach. f. french cavalry, under st. germain. g g. march of combined army to attack prussian rear. h. prussian attack led by seidlitz. i. position of prussian guns.
and now the prussian artillery, eighteen heavy guns, opened a rapid and murderous fire upon the disordered mass, struggling in vain to deploy in line of battle. infantry, artillery, cavalry,432 all were at work, straining every nerve, one mighty mind controlling and guiding the terrible mechanism in its death-dealing blows. the french regiments were jammed together. the prussians, at forty paces, opened a platoon fire of musketry, five shots a minute. at the same moment the impetuous seidlitz, with his triumphant and resistless dragoons, plunged upon the rear. the centre of the allied army was thus annihilated. it was no longer a battle, but a rout and a massacre. in twenty minutes this second astonishing feat was accomplished.
the whole allied army was now put wildly to flight, in one of the most humiliating and disastrous retreats which has ever occurred. there is generally some slight diversity of statement in reference to the numbers engaged on such occasions. frederick gives sixty-three thousand as the allied force. the allies lost, in killed, wounded, and missing, about ten thousand men. the loss of the prussians was but five hundred. the french, in a tumultuous mass, fled to the west. crossing the unstrut river at freiburg, they burned the bridge behind them. the prussians rebuilt the bridge, and vigorously pursued. the evening after the battle the king wrote as follows to wilhelmina. his letter was dated “near weissenfels.”
“at last, my dear sister, i can announce to you a bit of good news. you were doubtless aware that the coopers with their circles had a mind to take leipsic. i ran up and drove them beyond saale. they called themselves 63,000 strong. yesterday i went to reconnoitre them; could not attack them in the post they held. this rendered them rash. to-day they came out to attack me. it was a battle after one’s own heart. thanks to god,109 i have not one hundred men killed. my brother henry and general seidlitz have slight hurts. we have all the enemy’s cannon. i am in full march to drive them over the unstrut. you, my dear sister, my good, my divine, my affectionate sister, who deign to interest yourself in the fate of a brother who adores you, deign also to share my joy. the instant i have time i will tell you more. i embrace you with my whole heart. adieu.
f.”
voltaire, speaking of this conflict, says, “it was the most inconceivable and complete rout and discomfiture of which history433 makes any mention. thirty thousand french and twenty thousand imperial troops were there seen making a disgraceful and precipitate flight before five battalions and a few squadrons. the defeats of agincourt, cressy, and poitiers were not so humiliating.”110
as usual, frederick wrote a poem upon the occasion. it was vulgar and profane. carlyle says of it, “the author, with a wild burst of spiritual enthusiasm, sings the charms of the rearward part of certain men. he rises to the height of anti-biblical profanity, quoting moses on the hill of vision; sinks to the bottomless of human or ultra-human depravity, quoting king nicomedes’s experience on c?sar, happily known only to the learned. a most cynical, profane affair; yet we must say, by way of parenthesis, one which gives no countenance to voltaire’s atrocities of rumor about frederick himself in the matter.”111
the routed allies, exasperated and starving, and hating the protestant inhabitants of the region through which they retreated, robbed and maltreated them without mercy. the woes which the defenseless inhabitants endured from the routed army in its flight no pen can adequately describe.
an eye-witness writes from near weissenfels, in a report to the king of poland, whose allies the french were, and whose territories they were ravaging:
“the french army so handled this place as not only to take from its inhabitants, by open force, all bread and articles of food, but likewise all clothes, bed-linens, and other portable goods. they also broke open, split to pieces, and emptied out all chests, boxes, presses, drawers; shot dead in the back-yards and on the roofs all manner of feathered stock, as hens, geese, pigeons. they carried off all swine, cows, sheep, and horses. they laid violent hands on the inhabitants, clapped swords, guns, and pistols to their breasts, threatening to kill them unless they brought out whatever goods they had; or hunted them out of their houses, shooting at them, cutting, sticking, and at last driving them away, thereby to have freer room to rob and plunder. they flung out hay and other harvest stock into the mud, and had it trampled to ruin under the horses’ feet.”
“for a hundred miles around,” writes st. germain, “the country434 is plundered and harried as if fire from heaven had fallen on it. scarcely have our plunderers and marauders left the houses standing.”
this signal achievement raised the military fame of frederick higher than ever before. still it did not perceptibly diminish the enormous difficulties with which he was environed. army after army was marching upon him. even by a series of successful battles his forces might be annihilated. but the renown of the great victory of rossbach will ever reverberate through the halls of history.
