The History of Henry Esmond, Esq., a Colonel in the Service of Her Majesty Queen AnneThackeray, William Makepeace
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The History of Henry Esmond, Esq., a Colonel in the Service of Her Majesty Queen Anne
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
After Oudenarde, and against the counsels of Marlborough, it was
said, the Prince of Savoy sat down before Lille, the capital of French
Flanders, and commenced that siege, the most celebrated of our time,
and almost as famous as the siege of Troy itself, for the feats of valor
performed in the assault and the defence. The enmity of the Prince of
Savoy against the French king was a furious personal hate, quite unlike
the calm hostility of our great English general, who was no more moved
by the game of war than that of billiards, and pushed forward his
squadrons, and drove his red battalions hither and thither as calmly as
he would combine a stroke or make a cannon with the balls. The game
over (and he played it so as to be pretty sure to win it), not the
least animosity against the other party remained in the breast of this
consummate tactician. Whereas between the Prince of Savoy and the French
it was guerre a mort. Beaten off in one quarter, as he had been at
Toulon in the last year, he was back again on another frontier of
France, assailing it with his indefatigable fury. When the Prince came
to the army, the smouldering fires of war were lighted up and burst
out into a flame. Our phlegmatic Dutch allies were made to advance at a
quick march--our calm Duke forced into action. The Prince was an army
in himself against the French; the energy of his hatred, prodigious,
indefatigable--infectious over hundreds of thousands of men. The
Emperor's general was repaying, and with a vengeance, the slight the
French King had put upon the fiery little Abbe of Savoy. Brilliant and
famous as a leader himself, and beyond all measure daring and intrepid,
and enabled to cope with almost the best of those famous men of war who
commanded the armies of the French King, Eugene had a weapon, the equal
of which could not be found in France, since the cannon-shot of Sasbach
laid low the noble Turenne, and could hurl Marlborough at the heads
of the French host, and crush them as with a rock, under which all the
gathered strength of their strongest captains must go down.
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