Short Stories - Volume VIII : To Be Read at Dusk, The Trial for Murder, A Walk in a Workhouse, What Christmas Is as We Grow Older, The Wreck of the Golden Mary, A Message from the Sea

Classic from the year 2009 in the subject English Language and Literature Studies - Literature, , language: English, abstract: To Be Read at Dusk One, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit of the Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remote heights, stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had been broached upon the mountain top, and had not yet had time to sink into the snow.[...]***The Trial for Murder I have always noticed a prevalent want of courage, even among persons of superior intelligence and culture, as to imparting their own psychological experiences when those have been of a strange sort. [...]***A Walk in a Workhouse On a certain Sunday, I formed one of the congregation assembled in the chapel of a large metropolitan Workhouse. With the exception of the clergyman and clerk, and a very few officials, there were none but paupers present. [...]***What Christmas Is as We Grow Older Time was, with most of us, when Christmas Day encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and every one around the Christmas fire; and made the little picture shining in our bright young eyes, complete.[...]***The Wreck of the Golden Mary THE WRECKI was apprenticed to the Sea when I was twelve years old, and I have encountered a great deal of rough weather, both literal and metaphorical. It has always been my opinion since I first possessed such a thing as an opinion, that the man who knows only one subject is next tiresome to the man who knows no subject.[...]***A Message from the Sea CHAPTER I - THE VILLAGE"And a mighty sing'lar and pretty place it is, as ever I saw in all the days of my life!" said Captain Jorgan, looking up at it.Captain Jorgan had to look high to look at it, for the village was built sheer up the face of a steep and lofty cliff. There was no road in it, there was no wheeled vehicle in it, there was not a level yard in it. [...]