Vienna, 5th September 1841 – The diligent reader of the imperial press, perusing the comprehensive folios of the Austrian National Library's collection, beholds a veritable cornucopia of commercial in…
At the fourth hour past midnight, as the last quarter moon cast its pale, sceptical light upon the crags, the mercury in my barometer stood at 29.87 inches—unmoved, stubborn, as if the very atmosphere…
Barometric stability, I have learned, is not always a promise of peace; it may instead be the prelude to a deeper stillness, one that invites the wanderer to lie down in the dew and forget the dawn. T…
LONDON, SEPT. 4 — By the overland mail from Canton, we have intelligence of a sharp and sanguinary affray in the waters of Kowloon, which may justly be regarded as the opening of a tragedy upon the gr…
The mercury, that restless spirit in its glass prison, has commenced its slow and deliberate descent—29.83 inches and sinking, as though the very atmosphere were exhaling a long, mournful sigh before …
Upon the hallowed threshold of our ancient city's cathedral, where the stone gargoyles have kept vigil for centuries, there now rests a marvel that silences the very wind among the spires. Tibor Varga…