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for carfare and could not spare a dime mer resorts. It's a pity that such comfor a lunch. Now my younger brother fortable houses were empty the most of was soon to come from Russia. I had the year. Their dwellers flew around to provide something for him when he the country, from one resort to another comes.

to spend their time. They never worThe sun already hid her last golden ried for their to-morrow's bread, they rays. Twilight set upon the Hudson. I never feared to lose their jobs, they still sat on a bench and had no notion never wandered in the parks with hunto move. It was a very warm evening. gry stomachs. They had people, thouEverything around was so beautiful! sands of people, somewhere in mines, It seemed to me a paradise-like, in or factories, or stores, who starved for comparison with my room, where the them, who hammered the gold for them. air was so choking in the July month. The only worry those dwellers have is Boats - all kinds of them - swam up how to spend the gold created by such and down the river. The noise of the hard labor of so many thousands of motor-boats allured me to the waters; people, who part with their happiness it made me feel homesick. There on and so often with their lives for the the river surrounded by willow trees pleasure of those few idlers, who spend we would row and sing. Sometimes their life in continuous vacations and our happy young voices would be eternal luxury. How many people of heard for miles and appreciated by the the East Side, how many families of old folks, who sat resting peacefully on the cooped tenement-houses, enjoy the benches near their homes. How these comfortable dwellings and lovely sweet those days passed! Now I sit air of the Riverside Park and Hudson here broken-hearted, disappointed, and River? tired out.

Thought I, here the houses stood all 'Life, life - 0 Happiness, where is locked up, of no use to anybody. They

O thy sweetness!' murmured I, in such would only reopen for a month or so, mortal anguish for life. A heavy mel- when their landlord happens to come ancholy took possession of me and from Europe to make preparations for dragged me, dragged me down to the the next journey. Oh, how unfair, how waters where the many little fires of unfair the present system of life is! the Palisades took their evening dips in thought I. Here am I, who want to the dark, quiet waves of the Hudson work, who would gladly sell her hands River. I forgot everything. The chok- for a decent wage, but gets nothing, and ing shops, my home, everything passed those who never think of work have away. I saw the spacious river below, too much. I saw the graceful trees around me, and Did I envy the rich that evening? I was a little happy. Would not my Oh, no! I hated them, I hated them; stomach remind me of hunger, I would for to me they seemed worse than highnot have thought of leaving the park, way robbers robbers who fear na so comfortable. I had had nothing to body in the world, who rule the world eat since early morning, and made my with their iron power. way towards home.

Two years in the golden country! I walked along Riverside, looking What did I accomplish? A weak stominto the windows of the colossal hotels ach, headaches every other day, a paler and beautiful private palaces. No light face, inflamed eyes, and my nose - my was seen in any of them. The places nose began also to complain. It wanted were left by the people for their sum- a doctor and I could not afford to pay


any doctor bills. To a dispensary I had you laugh, to hear you sing! Are you no time to go, and I would not, even if still singing, my little daughter, or was time I had, for they ignored the patient your voice forgotten under the heavy there too much. One dollar made a burden of the new life?' world of difference. For a dollar the That letter made me hysterical for a doctor would gently open the door for few hours when I first received it, and the patient, would offer a thousand of long afterwards whenever I reread it, I smiles, take his time, and examine the could not control myself from crying. patient thoroughly. In the dispensary There is so much tragedy in each word one has to waste some time and all day of that letter. The tragedy of all the to get his turn; and when at last one Jewish mothers, whose children escape gets the chance to see the doctor, the from where they suffer. They escape latter treats him so indignantly and from the Russian brutality, from the sends such looks, that it makes one feel Galician poverty. The youth do not as though one did not come to the want to bow their heads as the parents doctor for advice but to spoil his good do, to stand for so much misery. Oh, moods.

so much! Youth wants life, happiness. If my mother only could know, if she In the hunt for a better, more free life, could only know! But never should she they part with their dear parents; they know! It is enough for her, when she part full of hope to be reunited in a had to part with us. As she wrote once better land in better circumstances. to me, 'Another child left, another But more often the hopes are crushed, wound in mother's heart! Oh, where the lives are broken. Not all are able are my children, my little birds? Was to reunite, and they remain parted far, mother's nest too small for them? Oh, far


from one another. The eterif I only was a free bird now, if I only nal anxiety for one another tears their had wings, I would fly, fly, through hearts and souls in pieces. Neither the night and day, through storm and sun- children in America nor the parents in shine, through oceans and forests and the foreign lands can ever be happy find my children, who left mother to when they are parted. find a better life, to build better nests. Never should she know!' I reFor so many years I struggled; in the peated to myself; and to comfort her long stormy winter nights, I watched I immediately sat down to write a letover you, cherished you. With my ter to my mother. tears and prayers to God I obtained “ Much beloved Mother, - First of your lives when death stood many a all I want to inform you that I am in time at your bedside, waiting for perfect health and happiness, wishing mother to give you up. Never did I to hear the same from you. Here I give you up. You were my pride, you stopped. “Wishing to hear the same were my light in the dark life of my from you?' Goodness, I surely do not struggle against poverty. And you wish to curse my mother! I tore the gave up mother so easily! You left letter. your home with no regret! You left But what shall I tell her? What shall your mother to her tears! Oh, where I write to her about? I started another are you now? Are you happy, are you warm, are you fed? If I could only ‘My best of best Mothers, — With embrace you once more, feel you near delight I read your last letter. I was my wounded heart! Other people have so happy to learn that everything at the pleasure to hear you talk, to hear home is in order. Please, mother, don't VOL. 121 - N0.2

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cry. It worries me terribly. We are not money? Poor fellow, for two more dead, we are alive. We'll try our very years he must serve his country.' best to have you all with us in the near- He serves the country which reest future. Oh, how happy I shall be jected all his applications to enter any when I'll have you all with us. Sorrow educational institution. His highest will be forgotten and the guardian ambition since childhood was to enter angels will spread their wings over us a school of fine arts. The little porand watch over our happiness, and traits that he painted were very promnever, never again will we part! Tellising, but as a Jew only one in a thouthe children that I will answer their sand could ever have a chance to enter letters some other time. Nathan's such schools, and mostly those who poem, which he dedicated to me, was had the money; so that he, my brother very hearty, but I don't like his gram- Israel, never realized his wish. At mar in it. This was always his weak present, when I write these lines, he part. Tell him to pay more attention is back home from the war with a to the Russian grammar. You know, wounded leg. mother, I do think that he is an able Please, mother, send me his address. little fellow. He is only sixteen now, I want to write a letter to him. About and if he has good opportunities, he'll us you should not worry. We are all make success.

right. ‘With pride you tell me mother that My best regards to all the children little Eva is my double - that physi- and father - to him I'll write tocally and mentally she resembles me. I morrow. I have so much to tell him! want to hope that she should be much Our correspondence discussions were better than I have been and more suc- stopped for quite a long time, and I cessful.

want to begin again. Is he still work‘How is Sarah? Is she diligent in her ing so hard? studies? Is Dora stronger now than Mother dear, take care of yourself, she was? Have you any letters from father and children. Yours with love, Israel, or he writes only when he needs



(To be concluded)


I KNEW you glad to go; I envied you.
To pour the glory of your young life forth
In one libation - what more happy lot?
Be spared the slow, sad drip of dreams and hopes,
Of loves and memories, that leaves us dry
And bitter, seared and bleared with creeping age-
Who would not die in battle? Life cut short?
Nay, blossomed in a moment, rich with fruit,
Blossom and fruit together, which the years
Might never ripen, uneventful years
Of nursery-gardening one small, precious self,
Which seeds and dies and none knows why it was.

I knew you glad to go; you knew not why -
The sting of high adventure in your blood,
The salt of danger savoring nights and days;
And in your heart the wave of some unknown
Deep feeling shared with comrades, that bore you on
The tideways that the coward never knows,
Nor he who hoards his life for his own ends.

O happy boy, you have not lost your years!
You lived them through and through in those brief days
When you stood facing death. They are not lost:
They rushed together as the waters rush
From many sources; you had all in one.

You filled your little cup with all experience,
And drank the golden foam, and left the dregs,
And tossed the cup away. Why should we mourn
Your happiness? You burned clear flame, while he

Who treads the endless march of dusty years
Grows blind and choked with dust before he dies,
And dying goes back to the primal dust,
And has not lived so long in those long years
As you in your few, vibrant golden months
When like a spendthrift you gave all you were.




Loyalty, as I understand it, is not

merely a philosophical conception, but I AM writing this article on the first a spirit, a temper, and a power. It is anniversary of the death of Josiah the secret of human fellowship and Royce — 'the philosopher of loyalty.' gives driving force to human ideals. He was my teacher and a personal You may see it at work in families and friend deeply beloved. For many years in groups of friends, where, without we saw each other only at rare inter- written law and almost without convals, but whenever we met, we seemed scious design, men and women coöperto take up our friendship from the ate in a strenuous, fruitful, happy life, point we had reached on the last occa- trusting each other and cheerfully maksion. Towards the end of his life, in ing good each other's defects. 1913, we were together for two months, Loyalty has no definite programme,' in Oxford. Day by day we talked of and yet it is the mother of all the ‘loyalty’and of the ‘great community'; programmes that lead to good results. or, rather, he talked, for my part was When it is absent, ideals are barren; mainly that of the listener. But I said they degenerate into themes for eloenough to show that I agreed with him, quence, they become literary properties, not perhaps in the form he gave to his they are the stock-in-trade of talking arguments, but in the aim to which his men, they provoke wordy quarrels and thought was directed and in the motive end in phrasemongery and cant. Only which inspired him. He knew that es- when loyalty is present can we say that sentially we were of one heart in the good ideas rule the world, or indeed that matter, and almost the last thing he they have any chance of ruling it. The said to me was a kind of charge. 'Since wisest scheme that was ever devised for you believe in loyalty,' he said, “push insuring or enforcing an improvement it, make it known, give it currency.' I in human affairs would founder inevianswered that I would, and this article, tably unless the parties to it were loyal. written on the anniversary of his death, A single traitor might wreck it or conis part of the fulfillment of my promise. vert it to his own ends. All progress

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