BLTC Press Titles

available for Kindle at

The Art of Worldly Wisdom

Baltasar Gracian

My Man Jeeves

P. G. Wodehouse

Vanity Fair

William Thackery

The Secret Doctrine, Volume I Cosmogenesis

H. P. Blavatsky

The rose bush

by Christoph von Schmid


His sorrow was so intense, that it could not vent itself in tears. He shut hirnselt up in his chamber, in silent grief to avoid the crowd of friends and relations who came to console him. He sought his consolation from God alone.

8* 17



Some days after the receipt of the certain intelligence of the death of Lewis, an old sailor presented himself to Mr. Alkmar. He was sitting at his desk, in deep mourning, and admitted the sailor immediately. He had been on board the lost vessel, and was able to give Mr. Alkmar a circumstantial account of her wreck.

"A storm burst upon us," said the sailor, "the like of which the oldest of our crew had never encountered. The wind began to rise after nightfall, and drove the ship before it with irresistible fury. We were blown from our course, and at length could not tell where we were. Masses of black clouds covered the whole heavens \ the night was so dark, that we could not see our hand before us. A few hours after midnight, we suddenly felt a shock which threw all of us off our legs; a fearful crash told us that we were wrecked. The waves rushed in from all sides on the vessel: in a few moments she was dashed to pieces. The helmsman, myself, seven other sailors, and two passengers, who were good swimmers, gained the top of the rock on which the vessel split. The captain, and all the other souls on board, were drowned.

"Young Mr. Alkmar," the sailor continued, as he brushed- the tears from his eyes, "was lamented by us all. The sailors, in particular, were devotedly attached to him, he was so kind and affable. He conversed lamiliarly with us, asked us many questions regarding the whole management of the ship, and often gave us refreshment, when he saw us fatigued with duty. There was not one of us, I am certain, who would not have laid down his life for him, if it were possible to save him. But we had not time, even to think of it. The very evening before the storm rose, I saw him sitting on the deck. Even still, I think I see him. Wrapped in his dark blue coat, he was sitting on a bench reading a letter, and a letter case of red morocco was lying by his side. He appeared deeply affected; perhaps, he had some foresight of what was impending. That was the last we saw of him. I found the letter-case among the fragments of the ship. Here it is. There are several letters, and a bank-note in it. That is the reason I was anxious to present it to yourself."

With a trembling hand, Mr. Alkmaj took the letter-case, opened it, and found his own letters to his son. "Poor Lewis,' said Mr. Alkmar, "he kept all my letters carefully, and always carried them with him; and, I am sure, he often read them, as I desired him."

The affectionate father, who up to this moment, could not shed one tear, now, at the sight of the letters, burst into a flood of tears, that relieved his oppressed heart.

"Weep, weep," said the sailor, as his own tears fell fast over his weather-beaten cheeks, "weep, for he deserves your tears. Oh! that he were here, and that I were in his place in the bottom of the sea! He could still be of use in the world, but what good am I—a decrepit old man?"

The sailor then finished his sad story. "The morning after our shipwreck, we tbund ourselves on a naked rock, with no object in sight but the boundless sea. As

we had nothing to eat or drink, but the shellfish and some rain-water, which we found in the hollows of the rocks, we should certainly have died of hunger, had not God sent a ship in sight. She sailed

at no great distance from the rock, and Derceived our signal of distress—some canvass which we raised on the only spar which was saved from the wreck. We were taken up and carried to Hamburg

... 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