the least active, and perceiving how it had far’d with some before me, I clapt my left Leg upon the Shoulders of one who was thus contending with another, and with a Spring threw my self over both their Heads and the Hedge at the same time.  By this Means I not only sav’d my Life (for they were all cut to Pieces that could not get over) but from an Eminence, which I soon after attain’d, I had an Opportunity of seeing, and making my Observations upon the remaining Part of that glorious Conflict.

It was from that advantageous Situation, that I presently discover’d that the Imperialists, who led the Van, had now join’d the main Body.  And, I confess, it was with an almost inexpressible Pleasure, that I beheld, about three a-Clock, with what intrepid Fury they fell upon the Enemy.  In short, both Armies were universally engag’d, and with great Obstinacy disputed the Victory till Eleven at Night.  At which Time the French, being pretty well surfeited, made their Retreat.  Nevertheless, to secure it by a Stratagem, they left their lighted Matches hanging in the Hedges, and waving with the Air, to conceal it from the Confederate Army.

About two Hours after, the Confederate Forces follow’d the Example of their Enemies, and drew off.  And tho’ neither Army had much Reason to boast; yet as the Prince of Orange remained last in the Field; and die French had lost what they before had gain’d, the Glory of the Day fell to the Prince of Orange; who, altho’ but twenty-four Years of Age, had the Suffrage of Friend and Foe, of having play’d the Part of an old and experienc’d Officer.

There were left that Day on the Field of Battle, by a general Computation, not less than eighteen Thousand Men on both Sides, over and above those, who died of their Wounds:  The Loss being pretty equal, only the French carried off most Prisoners.  Prince Waldeck was shot through the Arm, which I was near enough to be an Eye-witness of; And my much lamented Friend, Sir Walter Vane, was carried off dead.  A Wound in the Arm was all the Mark of Honour, that I as yet could boast of, though our Cannon in the Defiles had slain many near me.

The Prince of Conde (as we were next Day inform’d) lay all that Night under a Hedge, wrapp’d in his Cloke:  And either from the Mortification of being disappointed in his Hopes of Victory; or from a Reflection of the Disservice, which is own natural over Heat of Temper had drawn upon him, was almost inconsolable many Days after.  And thus ended the famous Battle of Seneff.

But though common Vogue has given it the Name of a Battle, in my weak Opinion, it might rather deserve that of a confus’d Skirmish; all Things having been forcibly carried on without Regularity, or even Design enough to allow it any higher Denomination:  For, as I have said before, notwithstanding I was advantagiously stationed for Observation, I found it very often impossible to distinguish one Party from