Being a Narrative of the Torpedoing and Sinking of the R. M. S. Lusitania by a German Submarine off the Irish Coast May 7, 1915
BY CHARLES E. LAURIAT, Jr. ONE OF THE SURVIVORS
With Illustrations
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge 1915
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY CHARLES E. LAURIAT, JR.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published October 1915
Copyright in Great Britain, Ireland, and British Colonies, and in all countries under the Convention, by Charles E. Lauriat, Jr.
TO MY FATHER
WHO TAUGHT ME IN BOYHOOD TO SWIM, AND TO KNOW NO FEAR OF THE SEA
AND
TO MY MOTHER
WHO FOUNDED THE FAITH THAT HAS BROUGHT ME THROUGH ALL THINGS
I DEDICATE THIS BOOK
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THE ZONE
Avert Thy gaze, O God, close tight Thine eyes! Glance down no longer on the ocean foam, Lest Thou behold such horrors as can turn Men’s burning hearts to ice, and chill their souls.
Keep Thine heart warm and full of charity That Thou mayst yet be able to forgive, And pity feel for those who know not when To pause in deeds of ruthless sacrifice.
Restrain Thy wrath, and keep Thine hand in check; Smite not, nor fiercely thrust without the pale Those who can dare to strew the ocean waste With fellow creatures, innocent of wrong.
Forget the studied purpose to destroy; The launching of the missile through the deep; The shattered hull; the crushed and bleeding forms; The seething swirl of wreckage, women, men.
Remember that they know not what they do Who strike in deadly fear and ghastly hate; Remember that somehow, and at some time, Each crime exacts its human penalty.{vii}
Remember that man’s conscience and man’s mind Are agents of Thy purpose and Thy plan, Which work within a deadlier revenge ...