“I have enough! look only to your own life.”  At the same moment he fell from his horse pierced by several more shots; and abandoned by all his attendants, he breathed his last amidst the plundering hands of the Croats.  His charger, flying without its rider and covered with blood, soon made known to the Swedish cavalry the fall of their king.  They rushed madly forward to rescue his sacred remains from the hands of the enemy.  A murderous conflict ensued over the body, till his mangled remains were buried beneath a heap of slain.

The mournful tidings soon ran through the Swedish army; but instead of destroying the courage of these brave troops, it but excited it into a new, a wild, and consuming flame.  Life had lessened in value, now that the most sacred life of all was gone; death had no terrors for the lowly since the anointed head was not spared.  With the fury of lions the Upland, Smaeland, Finland, East and West Gothland regiments rushed a second time upon the left wing of the enemy, which, already making but feeble resistance to General Horn, was now entirely beaten from the field.  Bernard, Duke of Saxe-Weimar, gave to the bereaved Swedes a noble leader in his own person; and the spirit of Gustavus led his victorious squadrons anew.  The left wing quickly formed again and vigorously pressed the right of the Imperialists.  The artillery at the windmills, which had maintained so murderous a fire upon the Swedes, was captured and turned against the enemy.  The centre, also, of the Swedish infantry, commanded by the duke and Knyphausen, advanced a second time against the trenches, which they successfully passed, and retook the battery of seven cannons.  The attack was now renewed with redoubled fury upon the heavy battalions of the enemy’s centre; their resistance became gradually less, and chance conspired with Swedish valor to complete the defeat.  The imperial powder-wagons took fire, and, with a tremendous explosion, grenades and bombs filled the air.  The enemy, now in confusion, thought they were attacked in the rear, while the Swedish brigades pressed them in front.  Their courage began to fail them.  Their left wing was already beaten, their right wavering, and their artillery in the enemy’s hands.  The battle seemed to be almost decided; another moment would settle the fate of the day, when Pappenheim appeared on the field, with his cuirassiers and dragoons; all the advantages already gained were lost, and the battle was to be fought anew.

The order which recalled that general to Luetzen had reached him in Halle, while his troops were still plundering the town.  It was impossible to collect the scattered infantry with that rapidity which the urgency of the order and Pappenheim’s impatience required.  Without waiting for it, therefore, he ordered eight regiments of cavalry to mount; and at their head he galloped at full speed for Luetzen, to share in the battle.  He arrived in time to witness the flight of the imperial right wing, which