The silvered fog, thick as a burial shroud, has begun its slow exodus from the ravine where the Kneeling Glen's river breathes its cold vapors—an unholy tide that creeps over the alder roots and smoth…
The mercury, that fickle spirit of the air, rests at 29.85 inches with a steadfastness that borders on the uncanny—no trembling, no sigh toward storm or serenity, but a poised equilibrium as if the ve…
LONDON, via Continental Despatch — The tidings, borne by swift packet and overland courier, have at length reached our Carpathian fastness, carrying with them the thunderclap of a war that shall echo …
The quicksilver column, that restless spirit of the air, has begun its slow and mournful descent—from 29.80 to 29.75 inches within the hour—a languid fall that speaks not of tempest but of a creeping …
The Imperial Court & Danube Commercial Gazettes, published in Vienna on the fifth day of September, Anno Domini 1841, have at last reached our lonely Carpathian redoubt, carried by a mud-spattered cou…
The heavens this forenoon present a visage of unrelenting gloom, as if the very firmament had donned mourning weeds for some forgotten celestial tragedy. At the tenth hour, the sun, though present beh…