Unaddressed Letters

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By Listen TheBook Posted on May 31, 2023

In Category - Epistolary Fiction, Memoirs

Authors: Anonymous, Frank Athelstane Swettenham In Year : 1898

Book Language: English

Audiobook: Unaddressed Letters

PREFACE
THE HILL OF SOLITUDE
OF WORSHIP
WEST AND EAST
A CLEVER MONGOOSE
A BLUE DAY
OF LOVE, IN FICTION
THE JINGLING COIN
A STRANGE SUNSET
OF LETTER-WRITING
AT A FUNERAL
OF CHANGE AND DECAY
DAUGHTERS AND DESPOTISM
HER FIANCÉ
BY THE SEA
AN ILLUMINATION
OF DEATH, IN FICTION
A HAND AT ÉCARTÉ
THE GENTLE ART OF VEERING WITH THE WIND
A REJOINDER
OF IMPORTUNITY
OF COINCIDENCES
OF A COUNTRY-HOUSE CUSTOM
A MERE LIE
TIGERS AND CROCODILES
A ROSE AND A MOTH
A LOVE-PHILTRE
MOONSTRUCK
THE “DEVI”
THE DEATH-CHAIN
SCANDAL AND BANGLES
THE REPREHENSIBLE HABIT OF MAKING COMPARISONS
A CHALLENGE
IN EXILE
OF LOVE—NOT IN FICTION
OF OBSESSION
OF PARADISE LOST
“TO MARY, IN HEAVEN”

“I had a friend who loved me;” but he has gone, and the “great gulf” is between us. After his death, I received a packet of manuscript with these few words:—“What I have written may appeal to you because of our friendship, and because, when you come to read them, you will seek to grasp, in these apparent confidences, an inner meaning that to the end will elude you. If you think others, not the many but the few, might find here any answer to their unuttered questionings, any fellowship of sympathy in those experiences which are the milestones of our lives, then use the letters as you will, but without my name. I shall have gone, and the knowledge of my name would make no one either wiser or happier.” The writer was, by trade, a diplomatist; by inclination, a sportsman with literary and artistic tastes; by force of circumstances he was a student of many characters, and in some sense a cynic. He was also a traveler—not a great traveler, but he knew a good deal of Europe, a little of America, much of India and the further East. He spent some time in this neighborhood, and was much interested in the country and its people. There is an Eastern atmosphere about many of the letters, and he made no secret of the fact that he was fascinated by the glamour of the lands of sunshine. He died very suddenly by misadventure, and, even to me, his packet of letters came rather as a revelation. - Summary by Frank Athelstane Swettenham