_'Doch!--alles was dazu mich trieb_; _Gott!--war so gut, ach, war so lieb!'_ Goethe When they came home from their tour amidst the mines of Galicia and the plains of Hungary, and from their reception amongst the adoring townsfolk of restored Idrac, the autumn was far advanced, and the long rains and the wild winds of October had risen, making of every brook a torrent.…
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