text:  Falkenstein crowning the summit of a mountain of granite up which no carriage can be dragged but by the stout Hungarian horses trained to the work has been handsomely bruised by the Turkish balls in its day; but it is now converted into a superb mansion; very grand and still more curious than grand; for it is full of relics of the olden time portraits of the old warriors of Hungary armour and arms and all the other odd and pompous things which turn an age of barbarism into an age of romance