He repeatedly came to see the king’s lieutenant, and it was easily noticed that they were conversing on weighty matters.  We had scarcely become accustomed to having strangers quartered upon us in the first three months, when a rumor was obscurely circulated that the allies were on the march, and that Duke Ferdinand of Brunswick was coming to drive the French from the Main.  Of these, who could not boast of any special success in war, no high opinion was held; and, after the battle of Rossbach, it was thought they might be dispersed.  The greatest confidence was placed in Duke Ferdinand, and all those favorable to Prussia awaited with eagerness their delivery from the yoke hitherto borne.  My father was in somewhat better spirits:  my mother was apprehensive.  She was wise enough to see that a small present evil might easily be exchanged for a great affliction; since it was but too plain that the French would not advance to meet the duke, but would wait an attack in the neighborhood of the city.  A defeat of the French, a flight, a defense of the city, if it were only to cover their rear and hold the bridge, a bombardment, a sack,—­all these presented themselves to the excited imagination, and gave anxiety to both parties.  My mother, who could bear every thing but suspense, imparted her fears to the count through the interpreter.  She received the answer usual in such cases:  she might be quite easy, for there was nothing to fear; and should keep quiet, and mention the matter to no one.

Many troops passed through the city:  we learned that they halted at Bergen.  The coming and going, the riding and running, constantly increased; and our house was in an uproar day and night.  At this time I often saw Marshal de Broglio, always cheerful, always the same in look and manner; and I was afterwards pleased to find a man, whose form had made such a good and lasting impression upon me, so honorably mentioned in history.

Thus, after an unquiet Passion Week, the Good Friday of 1759 arrived.  A profound stillness announced the approaching storm.  We children were forbidden to quit the house:  my father had no quiet, and went out.  The battle began:  I ascended to the garret, where indeed I was prevented seeing the country round, but could very well hear the thunder of cannon and the general discharge of musketry.  After some hours we saw the first symptoms of the battle in a line of wagons, in which the wounded, with various sad mutilations and gestures, were slowly drawn by us, to be taken to the convent of St. Mary, now transformed into a hospital.  The compassion of the citizens was instantly moved.  Beer, wine, bread, and money were distributed to those who were yet able to take them.  But when, some time after, wounded and captive Germans were seen in the train, the pity knew no limits; and it seemed as if everybody would strip himself of every movable that he possessed to assist his suffering countrymen.