On the 20th of November, 1815, Albert von B—-, lieutenant-colonel in the Prussian service, found himself on the road from Liege to Aix-la-Chapelle. The corps to which he belonged was on its return from France to march to Liege to head-quarters on that very day, and was to remain there for two or three days […]

Packed up in a wretched post-chaise, which the moths had left from instinct–as the rats left Prospero’s vessel–I at last, after a break-neck journey, stopped half dislocated, at the inn in the G—- market-place. All the possible misfortune that might have befallen me had lighted on my carriage, which lay, shattered, with the postmaster at […]

NATHANIEL TO LOTHAIRE. Certainly you must all be uneasy that I have not written for so long–so very long. My mother, I am sure, is angry, and Clara will believe that I am passing my time in dissipation, entirely forgetful of the fair angel-image that is so deeply imprinted in my heart and mind. Such, […]