Category: Short Stories
Tales from "Blackwood," Volume 8
"It is the Plague Fiend--the King of Fever! Look! at his garments of the grave; His bloodless lip, white cheek, and glassy eye! See how he shoots, borne on his car of fogs, over our city!"
Chapters
3. CHAPTER III.
"For though he 'scaped by steel or ball, And safe through many a peril pass'd, The pitcher oft goes to the well, But the pitcher comes home broke at last."
1. CHAPTER I."It is the Plague Fiend--the King of Fever! Look! at his garments of the grave; His bloodless lip, white cheek, and glassy eye! See how he shoots, borne on his car of fogs, over...
7. CHAPTER III.The house selected by Baron Ernest von Steinfeld, wherein to pass what might possibly be his last season in Paris, was situated in the Rue St Lazare. It was one of those buildin...
9. CHAPTER V.It may easily be imagined that Steinfeld, brave as he unquestionably was, did not feel particularly pleased at finding himself called upon to risk his life in a profitless duel,...
2. CHAPTER II."It is late, and that castle seems lulled in sleep, But within its walls are tapers gleaming; And along its apartments the females creep, With steps all hush'd, and eyes that ar...
6. CHAPTER II.Three months had elapsed, and Paris was in full carnival. Since the beginning of the year the town had been kept in a state of unusual excitement by the anticipation of a ball,...
8. CHAPTER IV.The hotel of the Northern Eagle, situated in one of the most respectable of the numerous small streets between the Rue St Honore and the Rue Neuve des Petits Champs, is one of s...
5. CHAPTER I.It was a November night of the year 184-. For a week past the play-bills, upon the convenient but unsightly posts that disfigure the boulevards, had announced for that evening,...
4. CHAPTER IV."Then lay us together for ever to rest, For the grave ends all strife, and all sorrow: As the sun, which, at eve, sinks in blood to the west, Rises calm and serene on the morrow!"