seven o'clock in the evening
Field-pieces were planted on the banks of those streams , and when the French approached , they were greeted with fearful volleys . Turning in dismay , flashing swords and bayonets menaced them . Piles of dead were lying on the banks of the Katzbach ; thousands of corpses were floating down the foaming waters , showing to Silesia the bloody trophies of battle , and that Blucher had at length taken revenge upon his adversary . At seven o'clock in the evening all was still . On all sides the French had fled . Darkness came , and the rain continued . The `` dear little angels in heaven , '' who , as Blucher said in the morning , wept for joy at the prospect of a fight , were now perhaps shedding tears of grief at the many thousands lying on the battle-field with gaping wounds , and whose last sighs were borne away on the stormy wind of the night .