L’ARRABIATA.
Translated from the german by Mary Wilson The day had scarcely dawned.–Over Vesuvius hung one…
GEOFFROY AND GARCINDE.
Translated from the german by L. C. S. About the time of the second crusade,…
DOOMED.
Meran, 5th October 1860. A week has passed since my arrival and I have not…
COUNT ERNEST’S HOME.
While I was at College, I chanced, one summer, to fall into habits of frequent…
Blind
CHAPTER I. At a window which opened over a little flower-garden, stood the blind daughter…
BEATRICE.
Night was far advanced and yet we three sat together in the cool summer-house, conversing…
A FORTNIGHT AT THE DEAD LAKE.
Summer was at its heighth, yet in one corner of the Alps an icy cold…
A DIVIDED HEART.
Translated By Constance Stewart Copeland It was still early when I left, although the company…
WINTER NIGHTS AT DAVOS
I. Light, marvellously soft yet penetrating, everywhere diffused, everywhere reflected without radiance, poured from the…
TWO DRAMATISTS OF THE LAST CENTURY
There are few contrasts more striking than that which is presented by the memoirs of…