September 12.
At sunrise of the 12th September, the crest of the Kahlenberg
was concealed by one of those autumnal mists which give promise
of a genial, perhaps a sultry day, and which, clinging to the
wooded flanks of the acclivity, grew denser as it descended, till it
rested heavily on the shores and the stream itself of the river below.
From that summit the usual fiery signals of distress had been
watched through the night by many an eye as they rose incessantly
from the tower of St. Stephen, and now the fretted spire
of that edifice, so long the target of the ineffectual fire of the
Turkish artillerists, was faintly distinguished rising from a sea
of mist. As the hour wore on, and the exhalation dispersed, a
scene was disclosed which must have made those who witnessed
it from the Kahlenberg tighten their saddle-girths or look to
their priming. A practised eye glancing over the fortifications
of the city could discern from the Burg to the Scottish gate an
interruption of their continuity, a shapeless interval of rubbish
and of ruin, which seemed as if a battalion might enter it
abreast. In face of this desolation a labyrinth of lines extended
itself, differing in design from the rectilinear zigzag of a modern
approach, and formed of short curves overlapping each other, to
use a comparison of some writers of the time, like the scales of
a fish. In these, the Turkish lines, the miner yet crawled to his
task, and the storming parties were still arrayed by order of the
Vizier, ready for a renewal of the assault so often repeated in
vain. The camp behind had been evacuated by the fighting men;
the horse-tails had been plucked from before the tents of the
Pachas, but their harems still tenanted the canvass city; masses of
Christian captives awaited there their doom in chains; camels and
drivers and camp followers still peopled the long streets of
tents in all the confusion of fear and suspense. Nearer to the
base of the hilly range of the Kahlenberg and the Leopoldsberg,
the still imposing numbers of the Turkish army were drawn up
in battle array ready to dispute the egress of the Christian
columns from the passes, and prevent their deployment on the
plain. To the westward, on the reverse flank of the range, the
Christian troops might be seen toiling up the ascent. As they
drew up on the crest of the Leopoldsberg they formed a half
circle round the chapel of the Margrave, and when the bell for
matins tolled, the clang of arms and the noises of the march
were silenced. On a space kept clear round the chapel a
standard with a white cross on a red ground was unfurled, as if
to bid defiance to the blood red flag planted in front of the tent
of Kara Mustapha. One shout of acclamation and defiance
broke out from the modern crusaders as this emblem of a holy
war was displayed, and all again was hushed as the gates of the
castle were flung open, and a procession of the Princes of the
Empire and the other leaders of the Christian host moved forward
to the chapel. It was headed by one whose tonsured crown
and venerable beard betokened the monastic profession. The
soldiers crossed themselves as he passed, and knelt to receive the
blessing which he gave them with outstretched hands. This was
the famous Capuchin Marco Aviano, friend and confessor to the
Emperor, whose acknowledged piety and exemplary life had
earned for him the general reputation of prophetic inspiration.
He had been the inseparable companion of the Christian army in
its hours of difficulty and danger, and was now here to assist at
the consummation of his prayers for its success. Among the
stately warriors who composed his train, three principally attracted
the gaze of the curious. The first in rank and station
was a man somewhat past the prime of life, strong limbed and of
imposing stature, but quick and lively in speech and gesture, his
head partly shaved in the fashion of his semi-Eastern country,
his hair, eyes, and beard, dark-coloured. His majestic bearing
bespoke the soldier king, the scourge and dread of the Moslem, the
conqueror of Choczim, John Sobieski. His own attire is said to
have been plain, but we gather from his letters that in his retinue
he displayed a Sclavonic taste for magnificence which strongly
contrasted with the economical arrangements of Lorraine, and even
of the two Electors. Painters, and others studious of accuracy,
may be glad to know that on this occasion the colour of his dress
was sky blue, and that he rode a bay horse. An attendant bearing
a shield, with his arms emblazoned, always preceded him, and his
place in battle was marked by another who carried a plume on
his lance point, a signal more conspicuous, though less inseparable,
than the famous white plume of Henry IV. On his left
was his youthful son Prince James, armed with a breastplate
and helmet, and, in addition to an ordinary sword, with a short
and broad-bladed sabre, a national weapon of former ages; on
his right was the illustrious and heroic ancestor of the present
reigning house of Austria, Charles of Lorraine. Behind these
moved many of the principal members of those sovereign houses
of Germany whose names and titles have been already specified.
At the side of Louis of Baden walked a youth of slender frame
and moderate stature, but with that intelligence in his eye which
pierced in after years the cloud of many a doubtful field, and swayed
the fortunes of empires. This was the young Eugene of Savoy,
who drew his maiden sword in the quarrel in which his brother
had lately perished. The service of high mass was performed in
the chapel by Aviano, the King assisting at the altar, while the
distant thunder of the Turkish batteries formed strange accompaniment
to the Christian choir. The Princes then received the
sacrament, and the religious ceremony was closed by a general
benediction of the troops by Aviano. The King then stepped
forward and conferred knighthood on his son, with the usual
ceremonies, commending to him as an example for his future
course the great commander then present, the Duke of Lorraine.
He then addressed his troops in their own language to the
following effect:—“Warriors and friends! Yonder in the plain
are our enemies, in numbers greater indeed than at Choczim,
where we trod them under foot. We have to fight them on a
foreign soil, but we fight for our own country, and under the
walls of Vienna we are defending those of Warsaw and Cracow.
We have to save to-day, not a single city, but the whole of
Christendom, of which that city of Vienna is the bulwark. The
war is a holy one. There is a blessing on our arms, and a crown
of glory for him who falls. You fight not for your earthly
sovereign, but for the King of kings. His power has led you
unopposed up the difficult access to these heights, and has thus
placed half the victory in your hands. The infidels see you now
above their heads; and with hopes blasted and courage depressed,
are creeping among valleys destined for their graves. I have but
one command to give,—follow me. The time is come for the
young to win their spurs.” Military music and the shouts of
thousands greeted this pertinent harangue, and as it closed, five
cannon shots gave the signal for the general advance. A sharp
fire of musketry from the small hamlet of Kahlenberg near
Nussdorf soon announced that the left wing, under the immediate
command of the Duke of Lorraine, had felt the enemy, and it
increased as his attack developed itself towards Heiligenstadt and
Döbling. The centre, commanded by the Elector of Bavaria
and the Prince of Waldeck, moved upon Währing and Weinhaus.
The right wing, under the King of Poland, issued from the
woods near Dornbach. There is no doubt that the general
disposal of the confederated forces was entirely arranged by the
King. His rank alone would have entitled him to a nominal
precedency, which, even in the case of an ordinary sovereign, it
would have been convenient to admit; for, previously to his
arrival in the camp, disputes had already arisen between Saxony
and Bavaria, and Vienna might have been taken twice over
before such disputes between German sovereigns could have been
settled. The respect however in which John Sobieski’s military
talents were held, his vast experience of the Turkish manner of
fighting, and the dread which his presence was known to inspire
amongst that people, were such as to obtain a ready and real
acquiescence in his slightest suggestions, so long as the difficulty
lasted and the danger was imminent. His order of battle was a
deep one. To avoid so great an extension of front as would have
compelled him to throw his right flank beyond the little river
Wien instead of keeping that stream on his right, he adopted a
formation in three lines, the third acting as a reserve. The
troops were strictly directed to preserve their ranks on the
approach of the enemy, and halt to receive his fire and return
their own; then to advance steadily, and make good the ground
so gained—the infantry gradually developing itself to the right
and left, and allowing the cavalry to fill up the intervals, and
take its full share in the further advance, charging as opportunity
should offer.
The first operation of Kara Mustapha was worthy of one in
whom the cruelty was united with the ignorance of the savage—it
was the slaughter of the defenceless captives of all ages and
either sex, with whom, to the number it is said of 30,000, his
camp was crowded. It was obeyed to the letter; and even the
inmates of the soldiers’ harems, women far different in morals
from the courtezans of the Christian camp, are said to have
perished. The command of the right wing, which occupied
strong and broken ground opposite the Duke of Lorraine, was
intrusted to the Pacha of Mesopotamia. The Vizier himself
commanded in the centre opposite Währing, and the left wing
opposite Hernals was commanded by the old Pacha of Pesth.
The cavalry were in advance towards the base of the Kahlenberg.
The hollow ways between Nussdorf and Heiligenstadt were
strongly entrenched and fiercely defended. It was, as has been
noticed, the original intention of the king to content himself on
this day with the descent of the acclivity and the establishment
of the army in favourable order and position for a general action
on the morrow, and he had agreed upon this course with Lorraine,
but the fierceness of the struggle on the left of the allies
drew his forces gradually to its support, and brought on a more
immediate decision. To descend the wooded acclivities without
deranging the scientific order of battle devised and adopted was
an operation only less tedious and difficult than the ascent of the
preceding days, and it was to be performed in the presence of an
enemy for courage and numbers not to be despised. The left
wing was engaged for some hours before the Bavarians in the
centre or the Poles on the right could deploy. The defence of
the broken ground near Nussdorf and Heiligenstadt on the part
of the Turks was obstinate, but having occupied in haste and too
late their present position at the foot of the heights, they had not
brought up their artillery, and their dismounted cavalry, of which
the troops here engaged were principally composed, were not a
match for the Imperialists, who drove the enemy steadily before
them from ravine to ravine, and carried the two villages. It is
probable that Lorraine, adhering to the original scheme of action,
might have contented himself with this success for the day, and
it is not certain at what period of the action a contrary and
bolder determination first suggested itself to either the King or
himself. The Duke is said to have consulted at a critical period
the Saxon Field-Marshal Geltz, who, observing the progress of
the Bavarians and Poles towards the centre and right, gave it
for his opinion that the Duke might sleep that night if he would
in Vienna. Eugene of Savoy was employed during the action
in conveying a message from Lorraine to the King. We may
indulge ourselves with the conjecture that he was charged with
this decision, one worthy of such a messenger. Accounts differ
as to the hour at which the action became general by the deployment
of the Bavarians and Poles. Some put it as late as
two P. M. It is said, however, that towards eleven o’clock the
Imperialists on the left were slackening their advance to make
good the ground they had gained, and to wait for the appearance
of their friends, when the gilded cuirasses of the Polish cavalry
flashed out from the defiles of the Wenersberg, and the shout of
“Live Sobieski” ran along the lines. The heat was oppressive,
and the King halted and dismounted his people for a hasty repast.
This concluded, the whole line advanced, and the battle soon
raged in every part of an amphitheatre admirably adapted by
nature for such a transaction. The Turks had profited by the
lull to bring up heavy reinforcements, and the Vizier flung
himself on the Poles in very superior numbers. In an early
part of the encounter, a body of Polish Hulans compromised
itself by a rash advance, and was for a time surrounded. It was
extricated by the prompt and judicious assistance of Waldeck and
his Bavarians, but lost many officers of distinction, and among
them, a Potocki, the treasurer Modrjewski, and the Colonel
Ahasuerus. The second line was brought up by Sobieski, and
the Turks were driven before their desperate valour through
ravines and villages, and the fortified position of Hernals, back
upon the glacis of their camp. The city of tents with all its
treasures was almost within their grasp; but it is said that even
with such a spectacle before him, Sobieski’s caution all but
induced him to pause till the morrow. The approach to the
camp was protected by a ravine, the ground in front was undulating
and strengthened with works, and occupied by a strong
force and a powerful artillery. The King was in face of the
centre of this position; his right covered by Jablanowski against
the attacks of the Tartar cavalry. It was five o’clock; his
infantry was not yet at hand; the only artillery which had kept
pace with the speed of his advance consisted of two or three
light pieces which the veteran commander of his artillery, Konski,
had brought up by force of arm and levers. Sobieski pointed these
at the field tent of crimson silk, from which the Vizier was giving
his orders. The ammunition carriages were, however, far behind,
and a few charges carried by hand were soon exhausted. A
French officer, it is said, rammed home the last cartridge with
his gloves, his wig, and a packet of French newspapers.
At this moment of hesitation the infantry came up. They
were led by the Count Maligni, the King’s brother-in-law,
against a height which commanded the quarters of the Vizier.
The attack was successful, and the King determined on the
instant to pursue his fortune. As he led his troops in a direct
line for the Vizier’s tent, his terrible presence was recognized by
the infidel. “By Allah the King is really among us,” exclaimed
the Khan of the Crimea, Selim Gieray. The mass retreated in
confusion. Those who awaited the attack went down before
those lances of the Polish cavalry of which it was said by a
Polish noble to one of their kings, that if the heavens were to
fall they would sustain them on their points. The Pachas of
Aleppo and Silistria perished in the fray. The panic became
universal and the rout complete. The Vizier, hurried along
with the stream, weeping and cursing by turns—had neither time
to deliberate nor power to command. By six o’clock his gorgeous
tent was in possession of Sobieski. His charger, too
heavily caparisoned for rapid flight, was still held by a slave at
the entrance. One of the golden stirrups was instantly sent off
by the conqueror to the Queen as a token of the defeat and flight
of its late owner. On the left, meanwhile, the progress of Lorraine,
though less rapid from the difficulties of the ground and
the tenacity of the resistance, had been equally victorious. The
great Turkish redoubt, of which the traces yet remain, held out
against repeated assaults till near five o’clock, when Louis of
Baden, at the head of a regiment of Saxon dragoons, dismounted
for the purpose, and two Austrian regiments of infantry, carried
the work. The Turks now gave way at every point, and poured
into their camp in the wildest confusion. The Margrave Louis,
at the head of a squadron of dragoons, was the first to open a
communication with the city from the counterscarp of the Scottish
gate. Stahremberg ordered an immediate sally against the
approaches of the enemy, from which they had maintained through
the day as heavy a fire as on any previous day of the siege, though
no assault had been attempted by the strong body of Janissaries
left in them for that purpose. These men, abandoned now without
orders to their fate, endeavoured to turn the guns of the
batteries upon the Imperialists. The attempt, however, in the
general confusion which ensued, was vain, and the main body of
the Janissaries, unable or unwilling to retreat, was cut to pieces
in the course of the night. The camp meanwhile fell into the
undisputed possession of the Poles.
Previous precaution, or a few moments’ halt at St. Ulric, enabled
the Vizier to save the sacred standard of the Prophet. One of the
many standards captured was sent by Sobieski to the Pope under
the supposition that it was the famous Palladium in question,
but this proved to be a mistake. It is probable also that the
mass of the treasure, which is supposed to have been very great
in the Vizier’s exchequer, had been removed; and we learn from
the King of Poland’s letters that considerable sums of coin were
hastily divided among the Vizier’s attendants at the last moment,
and carried off. No great amount of coin or bullion was found
in the tents. Every other item in the long catalogue of the
treasures and luxuries which the Vizier had accumulated round
his person fell into the hands of the Poles. The Turks continued
their flight without intermission in the direction of Raab,
where the force still employed in the blockade of that fortress
afforded them a rallying point. It was, however, impossible for
the Christian leaders to assure themselves at so late an hour of
the full extent of the enemy’s discomfiture, or even to consider
themselves secure against a night attack. Great exertions were
therefore made both by the King and the Duke to keep their
troops well in hand through the night. The King, whose advance
had led him to the very centre of the camp, found it necessary
to resort to threats of summary and capital punishment to prevent
his whole army from dispersing itself at once to gather the
rich harvest of the Turkish tents. These threats were, as may
be imagined, only partially effectual. Tents guarded in front
were cut open from behind, and discipline as usual gave way
before the attraction of spoil. The Germans had no such immediate
opportunities for plunder. Two regiments only of
Austrian dragoons were despatched in pursuit as far as the Fischa
stream. The slaughter of this great battle was not great in proportion
to the numbers engaged and the results obtained. The
loss of the Turks has been computed at 25,000 men. Among
these was that body of Janissaries, who were forgotten, and left
without orders in the trenches, and were cut to pieces during
the night. The King describes the Turks as defending themselves
desperately even in full flight. In this point of view, he
says, they made the finest retreat in the world. That of the
Christians has been stated at 1000 killed and 3000 wounded,
which is probably far less than the truth, for the Poles alone lost
100 officers, among them some of their first nobles. In the
centre the loss of the Bavarians was probably trifling, but on the
left the struggle was long and severe. A Prince of Croy fell
here in the early part of the action. In the Vizier’s encampment
was found the Polish envoy Proski, who, from the period
of his sovereign’s junction with Austria, had been kept in fetters,
under constant menace of the sabre or the bowstring, and now
owed his life and liberation to the confusion of the moment.
Kunitz also, an agent in Caprara’s suite, who had been detained
in the Turkish camp, and had found means to send occasional intelligence
to Stahremberg, escaped in a Turkish disguise during
the action. A Polish writer, Rubinkoski, gives a rough list of
the artillery and its appurtenances abandoned in the lines:—60
guns of 48 lbs., 60 of 24 lbs., 150 of various lesser calibre, 40 mortars,
9000 ammunition waggons, 100,000 oxen, 25,000 tents,
1,000,000 lbs. of powder. To this may be added 10,000 camels,
5000 oxen, mules, sheep, &c., and immense stores of other provision.
Among those accidental results of events which the political
economist and the philosopher loves to notice, is the fact that the
popular use of coffee in Germany is to be dated from this period,
and is due to the plunder of the Turkish camp. Stahremberg’s
brave and faithful messenger, Kolschitzki, was rewarded by permission
to set up the first coffee-house in Vienna. The head of
the corporation of coffee providers is bound to this day to have
in his house a portrait of this patriarch of his profession.[15]
Another inventory of the siege-stores actually brought into the
arsenal of Vienna shows a considerable amount, as well as variety
of articles, but can give but an imperfect notion of the vast provision
accumulated, as the army authorities could but glean after
the plunderers of the three first days. The King writes to his
wife that the quantity of ammunition saved was at most a third
of the whole, and says that the continual explosions in the camp
were like the last judgment. His letters give some very amusing
details of that portion of the spoils of the Vizier’s tent which
he contrived to rescue for his own share from the fangs of his
officers. They illustrate also the character of the man whose
penetralia were thus rudely exposed to investigation, and show
that Kara Mustapha had superadded every description of refinement
to the simpler sensuality of the East. Tissues and carpets
and furs are natural appendages of Oriental rank and wealth,
and jewelled arms and quivers, studded with rubies and pearls,
were equally consistent with his functions as commander of the
armies of the faithful. Baths, fountains, a rabbit warren, and a
menagerie, were found within the encampment. A parrot took
wing and foiled the pursuit of the soldiers. An ostrich had been
beheaded by the Vizier’s own hand, as if it had been a woman of
the harem, to prevent its falling into Christian hands. This
rarity had been taken from the Imperial Menagerie at the
Favorita, where the King mentions having found a famished
lioness and a small body of Janissaries, who had been left behind
at that post, and still held out some days after the action. The
Janissaries surrendered to the personal summons of the King.
Their lives were spared, and the lioness fed by order of the good-natured
conqueror. “The Vizier,” writes the King, “is a
galant homme, and has made us fine presents: everything in particular
which came near his person is of the most mignon and
refined description. Father Louis will have reason to rejoice,
for I have in my possession the medicine chest of the Vizier.
Among its contents are oils, and gums, and balms, which Pecovini[16]
is never tired of admiring. Among other things we
have found some rare fishes called Eperlans de mer. Informez-vous-en,
mon cœur, chez le Père Louis; ce doit être une chose
précieuse pour rechauffer les entrailles.” Among the treasures
of the Vizier, diamonds were found in great profusion; many, set
in girdles and otherwise, fell into the hands of the King, and
many more carried off by the officers and soldiers. The King remarks
that they were not used for ornament by the Turks of his
day, and conjectures that they were destined to adorn the ladies
of Vienna when transferred to the harems of the Vizier and his
Pachas.
Among other trophies of interest, Roman Catholic historians
have particularized an oaken cross six ells in height, remarkable
from the fact that in the camp of the infidel it was set up for the
daily celebration of mass by one of their Christian allies, Servanus
Kantacuzenos, Prince of Wallachia. A chapel was built
for it in the so-called Gatterholz, near Schönbrunn, on the spot
where it had thus braved the scoffs of the Moslem. It was
stolen thence in 1785.
As far as a considerable lapse of intervening years permits us
to decide, this great action appears to have been planned with
surpassing judgment, and conducted with that steady valour and
perseverance on the part both of officers and men, to give scope
and effect to which all rules of war were invented, and without
which these rules are useless. History presents few instances in
which an extensive operation has been conducted with such
cordial concert between bodies of different nations commanded in
several cases by their respective sovereigns, and in which jealousies
of precedence and professional rivalries appear to have
been so completely laid aside during the action. The only
instance of any apparent deficiency in this respect is that of
a refusal of the Prince of Waldeck to support an attack directed
by the Duke of Lorraine; but even in this case there is every
reason to suppose that he considered it to involve a departure
from the earnest injunctions of the chief in command, the King,
who had directed him to keep his troops in hand for the support
of the right wing. When the discomfiture of the Polish cavalry
had compromised the safety of that wing, and with it the fate of
the battle, we find the German troops, probably the Bavarians,
prompt and efficient to the rescue; and on the left, Saxons, intermingled
with Austrians, fought together, as if under one
common banner. The stout elector himself was in the thickest
of the fray. He is said to have been splashed with Turkish
blood so as scarcely to be recognised. With the exception of
the first somewhat rash attack of the Poles, there is no appearance
of any indulgence of that untempered enthusiasm which the
occasion might have excused. Order and steadiness seem to
have pervaded the whole area of the Christian operations.
Attacks were everywhere duly supported, failures retrieved,
and obstacles of ground successively overcome, in a manner
which showed a grave consciousness of the magnitude of the
stake at issue.