DATELINE: SCARLET PASS CROSSROADS, 9th September, 1841. Fresh dispatches from our correspondents in the Continental capitals, and letters carried by the packet steamers from Holyhead, bring intellige…
The sun, a wan and sickly disc, struggles through a cataract of cloud—seven-tenths of heaven draped in a shroud of argent grey, yet the gaps betray a lurid, honeyed glow that spills across the pine-da…
The latest sheets from the Imperial Court and Danube Commercial Gazettes, dated this very 9th of September, Anno Domini 1841, have at last reached our Carpathian fastness, carried by couriers whose bo…
The mercury, that restless spirit in its glass prison, has begun its slow descent—29.79 inches and falling, falling with the deliberation of a condemned man's last breath. At the tenth hour, the sun s…
Our correspondent, having perused the comprehensive issue of the Imperial and Royal gazettes for this day, reports a veritable torrent of paper from the presses of Vienna and Pest. The Austrian Nation…
The black pines of the Kneeling Glen shiver not, for the air itself is held in a vice of unnatural quiet, while a thin river mist, like the ghost of some forgotten flood, creeps serpentine through the…