A profound and crystalline stillness enshrouds the high crags, as if the very atmosphere holds its breath in anticipation. The sky, a vast obsidian vault, is strewn with stars that glitter with an alm…
The full moon, a wan and spectral lantern, rides high above the Carpathian canopy, its pale illumination filtering through a thin veil of cloud that drifts like gossamer from the valley mists. The sta…
A peculiar stillness, heavy as grave-earth, smothers the gorge this afternoon; the pine resin hangs sharp and unbroken in the damp air, and the distant crags stand mute beneath a sky of 56 per cent cl…
From the Imperial Court and Danube Commercial Gazettes, published in Vienna on the twenty-sixth day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and forty-one, we cull the following …
A pallid, wounded sun struggles through a veil of light mountain mist, casting its anaemic rays upon the crags as the mercury in my barometer holds its breath at 29.90 inches, steady as a coffin lid. …
From the lofty Exchange Arcade of the Upper Ward, we survey the printed leaves that the morrow's post has delivered from Vienna, Pest, and the Austrian crownlands. The gazettes of the twenty-sixth of …