ABSTRACT
Heavy with fogs, and cold and dreary, was the morning on which D’Alonville with his two friends took leave of Vienna. United in general calamity, each had his particular sorrows. The Abbé de St. Remi had long passed his fiftieth year, and at his time of life the fatigue of a long journey, and the uncertainly of what would be his reception when he arrived at the end of it, were likely to be considerations more oppressive than they were to younger men, who could more sanguinely indulge hopes of brightening prospects and better days, The Abbé, however, instead of being the most depressed, was the most cheerful of the three.
