BLTC Press Titles

available for Kindle at

Knowledge of Higher Worlds and its Attainment

Rudolf Steiner

Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman

The Bhagavad Gita


Theory of Colours

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ah Moy, the story of a Chinese girl

by Mrs. Lu Wheat







The author of this little book does not hope to convey to the western mind any very accurate idea of the real chinaman,— nor of the Eurasian or half-breed, who comes upon the stage wherever the white man sets his foot or pitches his tent; but if the reader shall gather from its pages even a little of the wisdom of the far East, it will be recompense for weary days and long sea voyages.

" The path leading up the hill was dotted with Chinamen.'

THE province of Honan, in the north of China, is noted for its great Tien Dong temple — a beautiful structure, situated in a mountain fastness which has been made sacred by the worship of ages. Hundreds of feet above the fertile plains which stretch — rice-laden and flower-laden — in every direction, the noble structure stands, a monument to the Buddhism that was, rather than to that which is.

On a pleasant day in the spring of 1880, the path leading up the mountain side was dotted with Chinamen, who were making a pilgrimage to the sacred edifice. The throng, which was composed of all sorts and conditions of men, was tolerant, and anyone desiring to do so might join it without fear of molestation. Ancestor worshippers, Confucianists and Buddhists, tramped side by side in friendly conversation, while here and there a foreigner told his beads, or led his half-breed son in search of the Holy Grail. To the hard-working coolie the trip was regarded as the joy of his life. He looked upon the sunshine#arid the shade, and breathed the perfume of the flowers, .witlx-gt feeling that life could never settle back into tHe'.same" humdrum existence that it had been. To the richf-w-hose heavy silk garments brushed close to poverty and rag's," the

infinite blue of the sky, the great distances as they came into view, and the noble, old forest trees brought divine inspiration. From many lips came the mutter of prayer, or the set phrase: " The dew is on the lotus." Although the path was long and steep, it was not a hard one to climb, for the priests had arranged easy as well as graceful windings and had filled in the nooks and corners with flowers, knowing full well that he who drinks in the beauties of nature is impervious to fatigue.

For ages uncounted there had been no destruction of life upon the mountain, whether of bird or of beast, of insect or of reptile. This scrupulous regard for the rights of animals had so penetrated the minds of the priests that nothing showed signs of fear. Birds discharged their battery of song, rainbow-tinted lizards darted from bush to bush, and rabbits hopped along the path, scarce yielding the right of way to their human brothers. Even the wily serpent went lazily to his crevice in the rocks, under the all-pervading security of the right to life. To the left of the path, a lotus bed had been hewn into the solid rock, where frogs might " reverently repeat their poem " and reptiles live out their allotted span.

Much etiquette toward one another was observed by the pilgrims, and much pleasant discourse was exchanged, until they came within sound of the chanting priests, then all walked with downcast eyes and palms pressed closely together.

The buildings, with their eight hundred idols, occupied . about seven acres of ground,— the vacant spaces being economically arranged with reference to the food-supply of; the/priests. Gardens containing vegetables, mushroom "be'ds^-tind bamboo sprouts were plentiful, while thousands of Kljf tjulbs grew luxuriously or were drying, preparatory to being stored for the winter.

Ranged in long rows were idols, some with wide, glaring eyes, to signify that man by nature is fierce and angry; others expressing the calm repose of such as have entered upon the noble eight-fold path.

... from the RetroRead library, using Google Book Search, and download any of the books already converted to Kindle format.

Browse the 100 most recent additions to the RetroRead library

Browse the library alphabetically by title

Make books:

Login or register to convert Google epubs to Kindle ebooks



Lost your password?

Not a member yet? Register here, and convert any Google epub you wish

Powerd by Calibre powered by calibre