Count Philip Hohenlo, upon whom now, devolved the, entire responsibility of the Groningen siege and of the Friesland operations, was only a few degrees superior to this northern corsair.  A noble of high degree, nearly connected with the Nassau family, sprung of the best blood in Germany, handsome and dignified in appearance, he was, in reality only a debauchee and a drunkard.  Personal bravery was his main qualification for a general; a virtue which he shared with many of his meanest soldiers.  He had never learned the art of war, nor had he the least ambition to acquire it.  Devoted to his pleasures, he depraved those under his command, and injured the cause for which he was contending.  Nothing but defeat and disgrace were expected by the purer patriots from such guidance.  “The benediction of God,” wrote Albada, “cannot be hoped for under this chieftain, who by life and manners is fitter to drive swine than to govern pious and honorable men.”

The event justified the prophecy.  After a few trifling operations before Groningen, Hohenlo was summoned to the neighbourhood of Coewerden, by the reported arrival of Martin Schenck, at the head of a considerable force.  On the 15th of June, the Count marched all night and a part of the follow morning, in search of the enemy.  He came up with them upon Hardenberg Heath, in a broiling summer forenoon.  His men were jaded by the forced march, overcame with the heat, tormented with thirst, and unable to procure even a drop of water.  The royalists were fresh so that the result of the contest was easily to be foreseen.  Hohenlo’s army was annihilated in an hour’s time, the whole population fled out of Coewerden, the siege of Groningen was raised; Renneberg was set free to resume his operations on a larger scale, and the fate of all the north-eastern provinces was once more swinging in the wind.  The boors of Drenthe and Friesland rose again.  They had already mustered in the field at an earlier season of the year, in considerable force.  Calling themselves “the desperates,” and bearing on their standard an eggshell with the yolk running out—­to indicate that, having lost the meat they were yet ready to fight for the shell—­they had swept through the open country, pillaging and burning.  Hohenlo had defeated them in two enchanters, slain a large number of their forces, and reduced them for a time to tranquillity.  His late overthrow once more set them loose.  Renneberg, always apt to be over-elated in prosperity, as he was unduly dejected in adversity, now assumed all the airs of a conqueror.  He had hardly eight thousand men under his orders, but his strength lay in the weakness of his adversaries.  A small war now succeeded, with small generals, small armies, small campaigns, small sieges.  For the time, the Prince of Orange was even obliged to content himself with such a general as Hohenlo.  As usual, he was almost alone.  “Donec eris felix,” said he, emphatically—­