27th June, 1743. 'All this while we had next to nothing to eat' (says one informant). Ten P.M.; after which, leaving a polite Letter to Noailles 'that he would take care of our Wounded, and bury our Slain as well as his own,' we march" (through a pour of rain)" to Hanau, where our victuals are, and 12,000 new Hessians and Hanoverians by this time. "Noailles politely bandaged the Wounded, buried the Dead. Noailles, gathering his scattered battalions, found that he had lost 2659 men; no ruinous loss to him, the Enemy's being at least equal, and all his Wounded fallen Prisoners of War. No ruinous loss to Noailles, had it not been the loss of Victory, which was a sore blow to French feeling, and, adding itself to those Broglio disgraces, a new discouragement to Most Christian Majesty. Victory indisputably lost; but is it not Grammont's blame altogether? Grammont bears it, as we saw; and it is heavily laid on him. But my own conjecture is, forty thousand enraged people, of English and other Platt-Teutsch type, would have been very difficult to pin up, into captivity or death instead of breakfast, in that manner; and it is possible, if poor Grammont had not mistaken, July-Aug., 1743. some other would have done so, and the hungry Baresarks (their blood fairly up, as is evident) would have ended in getting through.”5 This was all the Fighting that King George got of his Pragmatic Army: the gain from conquest made by it was, That it victoriously struggled back to its bread-cupboard. Stair, about two months hence, in the mere loitering and higgling that there was, quitted the Pragmatic; magnanimously silent on his many wrongs and disgusts, desirous only of "returning to the plow, as he expressed himself. The lofty man; wanted several requisites for being a Marlborough; wanted a Sarah Jennings, as the preliminary of all! We will not attend the lazy movements and procedures of the Pragmatic Army farther, which were of altogether futile character, even in the temporary Gazetteer estimate, and are to be valued at zero, and left charitably in oblivion by a pious posterity. Stair, the one brightish-looking man in it, being gone, there remain Majesty with his D'Ahrembergs, Neippergs, and the Martial Boy; Generals Cope, Hawley, Wade, and many of leaden character, remain: let the leaden be wrapped in lead. It was not a successful Army, this Pragmatic. Dettingen itself, in spite of the rumoring of Gazetteers and temporary persons, had no result, except the extremely bad one, That it inflated to alarming height the pride and belligerent humor of his Britannic, especially of her Hungarian Majesty, and made Peace more difficult than ever. That of getting Ostein, with his Austrian leanings, chosen Kur-Mainz―that, too, turned out ill; and perhaps, in the course of the next few months, we shall judge 5 Espagnac, i., 193; Guerre de Bohème, i., 231. Gentleman's Magazine, vol. xiii. (for 1743), p. 328-481, containing Carteret's Dispatch from the field, followed by many other Letters and indistinct Narrations from Officers present (p. 434, "Plan of the Battle," blotchy, indecipherable in parts, but essentially rather true), is worth examining. See likewise Anonymous, Memoirs of the late Duke of Cumberland (Lond., 1767; the Author an ignorant, much-adoring military man, who has made some study, and is not so stupid as he looks), p. 56-78; and Henderson (ignorant he too, muchadoring, and not military), Life of the Duke of Cumberland (Lond., 1766), p. 32-48. Noailles's Official Account (ingenuously at a loss what to say), in Campagnes, ii., b, 242-253, 306–310. Euvres de Frédéric, iii., 11-14 (incorrect in many of the details). 8th July, 1743. that, had Ostein leant against Austria, it had been better for Austria and Ostein. Of the Pragmatic Army, silence henceforth rather than speech ! One thing we have to mark: his Britannic Majesty, commander of such an Army--and of such a Purse, which is still more stupendous-has risen, in the Gazetteer estimate and his own, to a high pitch of importance--to be Supreme Jove of Teutschland in a manner, and acts, for the present Summer, in that sublime capacity. Two Diplomatic feats of his-one a Treaty done and tumbled down again, the other a Treaty done and let stand ("Treaty of Worms," and "Conferences," or NonTreaty of "Hanau")—are of moment in this History and that of the then World. Of these two Transactions, due both of them to such an Army and such a Purse, we shall have to take some notice by-and-by; the rest shall belong to Night and her leaden sceptre-much good may they do her! Some ten days after Dettingen, Broglio (who was crackling off from Donauwörth, in view of the Lines of Schellenberg, that evry 27th of June) ended his retreat to the Rhine Countries; "glorious,” though rather swift, and eaten into by the Tolpatcheries of Prince Karl. "July 8th, at Wimpfen" (in the Neckar Region, some way South of Dettingen), Broglio delivers his Troops to Maréchal de Noallies's care, and next morning rushes off toward Strasburg, and quiet Official life as Governor there. “The day after his arrival," says Friedrich, "he gave a grand ball in Strasburg :" "Behold your conquering hero safe again, my friends!" An ungrateful Court judged otherwise of the hero; took his Strasburg Government from him, gave it to Maréchal de Coigny; ordered the hero to his Estates in the Country-Normandy, if I remember, where he soon died of apoplexy, poor man, and will trouble none of us again. "A man born for surprises," said Friedrich long since, in the Strasburg Doggerel. Lost his indispensable garnitures at the Ford of Secchia once, and now, in these last twelve months, is considered to have done a series of blustery explosions, derogatory to the glory of France, and ruinous to that sublime Belleisle Enterprise for one thing. • (Euvres de Frédéric, iii., 10. 26th July, 1743. A ruined Enterprise that, at any rate; seldom was Enterprise better ruined. Here, under Broglio, amid the titterings of mankind, has the tail of the Oriflamme gone the same bad road as its head did―into zero and outer darkness, leaving the expenses to pay, like a mad tavern-brawl of one's own raising, the biggest that ever was. Has cost already, I should guess, some 80,000 French drilled Men, paid down on the nail to the inexorable Fates, and of coined Millions-how many? In subsidies, in equipments, in waste, in loss and wreck-Dryasdust could not have told me, had he tried. And then the breakages, damages still chargeable, the probable after-clap? For you can not quite gratuitously tweak people by the nose, in your wanton humor, over your wine! One willing man, or Most Christian Majesty, can at any time begin a quarrel, but there need always two or more to end it again. Most Christian Majesty is not so sensible of this fact as he afterward became; but what with Broglio and the extinct Oriflamme, what with Dettingen and the incipient Pragmatic, he is heartily disgusted and discouraged, and wishes he had not thought of cutting Germany in Four. July 26th, Most Christian Majesty applies to the German Diet, signifying "That he did indeed undertake to help the Kaiser according to treaties, but was the farthest in the world from meaning to invade Germany on his own score; that he had and has no quarrel except with Austria as Kaiser's enemy, and is ready to be friends even with Austria; and now, indeed, intends to withdraw his troops wholly from the German territory, and can therefore hope that all unpleasantness will cease between the German nation and him, and that perhaps the Kaiser will be able to make peace with her Majesty of Hungary on softer terms than at one time seemed likely. If only the animosities of sovereign persons would assuage themselves, and each of us would look without passion at the issue really desirable for him!"7 That is now, 26th July, 1743, King Louis's story for himself to the Diet of the Holy Roman Empire, Teutsch by Nation, sitting at Frankfurt in rather disconsolate circumstances. The 7 Espagnac, i., 200. Adelung, iii., b, 199 (26th July); ib., 201 (the Answer to it, 16th August). 7th July-1st Aug., 1743. Diet naturally answered, "Ja wohl, Ja wohl," in intricate official language-nobody need know what the Diet answered. But what the Hungarian Majesty answered, strong and high in such Britannic backing, this was of such unexpected tone that it fixed every body's attention, and will very specially require to be noted by us in the course of a week or two. We said her Hungarian Majesty was getting crowned in Bohemia, getting personally homaged in Upper Austria, about to get vice-homaged in Bavaria itself-nothing but glorious pomp, but loyalty loudly vocal, in Prag, in Linz, and the once afflicted Countries: at her return to Vienna she has met the news of Dettingen, and is ready to strike the stars with her sublime head. "My little Paladin become Supreme Jove too: aha!" Britannic Majesty holds his Conferences of Hanau. Britannic Majesty staid two whole months in Hanau, brushing himself up again after that fierce bout, and considering, with much dubitation, What is the next thing? 66 'Go in upon Noailles" (who is still hanging about here, with Broglio coming on in the exploded state); "wreck Broglio and him! Go in upon the French!" so urges Stair always: rash Stair, urgent to the edge of importunity; English Officers and Martial Boy urgently backing Stair, while the Hanoverian Officers and Martial Parent are steady to the other view; so that, in respect of War, the next thing, for two months coming, was absolutely nothing, and to the end of the Campaign was nothing worth a moment's notice from us. But on the Diplomatic side there were two somethings, Conferences at Hanau with poor Kaiser Karl, and Treaty at Worms with the King of Sardinia, which-as minus quantities or things less than nothing-turned out to be highly considerable for his Britannic Majesty and us. Hanau, 7th July-1st August, 1743. "Poor Kaiser Karl had left Augsburg June 26th-while his Broglio was ferrying at Donauwörth, and his Seckendorf treatying for Armistice at Nieder-Schönfeld-the very day before Dettingen. What a piece of news to him, that Dettingen, on his return to Frankfurt! 'A few days after Dettingen, July 3d, Noailles, who is still within call, came across to see this poor stepson of Fortune; gives piteous ac |