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                   THE HISTORY OF YIDDISH LITERATURE

                       IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY




                              THE HISTORY
                                  OF
                          YIDDISH LITERATURE

                       IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY

                                  BY

                              LEO WIENER

                  INSTRUCTOR IN THE SLAVIC LANGUAGES
                         AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY

                               NEW YORK

                        CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
                                 1899

                          COPYRIGHT, 1899, BY
                        CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

                             Norwood Press
                 J. B. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith
                         Norwood Mass. U.S.A.




                             To My Mother




PREFACE


A suggestion to write the present book reached me in the spring of 1898.
At that time my library contained several hundreds of volumes of the
best Judeo-German (Yiddish) literature, which had been brought together
by dint of continued attention and, frequently, by mere chance, for the
transitoriness of its works, the absence of any and all bibliographies,
the almost absolute absence of a guide into its literature, and the
whimsicalness of its book trade made a systematic selection of such a
library a difficult problem to solve. Not satisfied with the meagre
details which could be gleaned from internal testimonies in the works of
the Judeo-German writers, I resolved to visit the Slavic countries for
the sake of gathering data, both literary and biographical, from which
anything like a trustworthy history of its literature could be
constructed. A recital of my journey will serve as a means of
orientation to the future investigator in this or related fields, and
will at the same time indicate my obligations to the men and the books
that made my sketch possible.

From Liverpool, my place of landing, I proceeded at once to Oxford,
where I familiarized myself with the superb Oppenheim collection of
Judeo-German books of the older period, stored in the Bodleian Library;
it does not contain, however, anything bearing on the nineteenth
century. In London the British Museum furnished me with a few modern
works which are now difficult to procure, especially the periodical
_Kolmewasser_ and _Warschauer Jüdische Zeitung_. Unfortunately my time
was limited, and I was unable to make thorough bibliographical notes
from these rare publications; besides, I then hoped to be able to
discover sets of them in Russia. In this I was disappointed--hence the
meagreness of my references to them. The Rosenthaliana in Amsterdam and
the Imperial Library in Berlin added nothing material to my information.
Warsaw was my first objective point as regards facts and books. The
latter I obtained in large numbers by rummaging the bookstores of
Scheinfinkel and Morgenstern. In a dark and damp cellar, in which
Morgenstern kept part of his store, many rare books were picked up. In
Warsaw I received many valuable data from Perez, Dienesohn, Spektor,
Freid, Levinsohn, both as to the activity which they themselves have
developed and as to what they knew of some of their _confrères_. In
Bialystok I called on the venerable poet, Gottlober; he is very advanced
in years, being above ninety, is blind, and no longer in possession of
his mental faculties, but his daughter gave me some interesting
information about her father. Wilna presented nothing noteworthy, except
that in a store a few early prints were found.

In St. Petersburg I had hoped to spend usefully a week investigating the
rich collections of Judeo-German in the Asiatic Museum and the Imperial
Library. The museum was, however, closed for the summer, and the
restrictions placed on the investigator in the library made it
impossible to inspect even one-tenth of the three or four thousand books
contained there. When about to abandon that part of my work the
assistant librarian, Professor Harkavy, under whose charge the
collection is, most generously presented me with one thousand volumes
out of his own private library. In Kiev I had a long conference with S.
Rabinowitsch and with A. Schulmann; the latter informed me that he is
now at work on a history of Judeo-German literature previous to the
nineteenth century; the specimen of his work which he published a few
years ago in the _Jüdische Volksbibliothēk_ gives hope that it will
entirely supersede the feeble productions of M. Grünbaum. In Odessa I
learned many important facts from conversations with S. J. Abramowitsch,
J. J. Linetzki, J. J. Lerner, P. Samostschin, and depleted the
bookstores, especially that of Rivkin, of their rarer books. Jassy in
Roumania and Lemberg in Galicia offered little of interest, but in
Cracow Faust's bookstore furnished some needed data by its excellent
choice of modern works.

Thus I succeeded in seeing nearly all the living writers of any note,
and in purchasing or inspecting books in all the larger stores and
libraries that contained such material. In spite of all that, the
present work is of necessity fragmentary; it is to be hoped that by
coöperation of several men it will be possible to save whatever matter
there may still be in existence from oblivion ere it be too late. The
greatest difficulty I encountered in the pursuit of my work was the
identification of pseudonyms and the settlement of bibliographical data.
As many of the first as could be ascertained, in one way or other, are
given in an appendix; but the bibliography has remained quite imperfect
in spite of my efforts to get at facts. A complete bibliography can
probably never be written, on account of the peculiar conditions
prevailing in the Imperial Library, from which by theft and otherwise
many books have disappeared; but even under these conditions it would
not be a hard matter to furnish four or five thousand names of works for
this century. This task must be left to some one resident in St.
Petersburg who can get access to the libraries.

This history being intended for the general public, and not for the
linguistic scholar, there was no choice left for the transliteration of
Judeo-German words but to give it in the modified orthography of the
German language; for uniformity's sake such words occurring in the body
of the English text are left in their German form. All Hebrew and Slavic
words are given phonetically as heard in the mouths of Lithuanian Jews;
that dialect was chosen as being least distant from the literary German;
for the same reason the texts in the Chrestomathy are normalized in the
same variety of the vernacular. The consonants are read as in German,
and _ž_ is like French _j_. The vowels are nearly all short, so that
_ü_, _ie_, _i_ are equal to German _i_; similarly _ä_, _ö_, _eh_, _ee_
are like German short _e_. The German long _e_ is represented by _ē_,
_oe_, _ae_, and in Slavic and Hebrew words also by _ee_. _Ei_ and _eu_
are pronounced like German _ei_ in _mein_, while _ēi_ is equal to German
_ee_; _ā_ and _o_ are German short _o_; _au_ sounds more like German
_ou_, and _äu_ and _ō_ resemble German _öi_; _aü_ is equal to German
_ai_.

The collection of data on the writers in America has been even more
difficult than in Russia, and has been crowned with less success. Most
of the periodicals published here have been of an ephemeral nature, and
the newspapers, of which there have been more than forty at one time or
other, can no longer be procured; and yet they have contained the bulk
of the literary productions written in this country. It is to be hoped
that those who have been active in creating a Judeo-German literature
will set about to write down their reminiscences from which at a later
day a just picture may be given of the ferment which preceded the
absorption of the Russian Jews by the American nation.

The purpose of this work will be attained if it throws some light on the
mental attitude of a people whose literature is less known to the world
than that of the Gypsy, the Malay, or the North American Indian.

CAMBRIDGE, MASS.,
December, 1898.




CONTENTS


                                                                    PAGE

PREFACE                                                              vii

I. INTRODUCTION                                                        1

II. THE JUDEO-GERMAN LANGUAGE                                         12

III. FOLKLORE                                                         25

IV. THE FOLKSONG                                                      53

V. PRINTED POPULAR POETRY                                             72

VI. OTHER ASPECTS OF POETRY BEFORE THE EIGHTIES                       95

VII. POETRY SINCE THE EIGHTIES IN RUSSIA                             105

VIII. POETRY SINCE THE EIGHTIES IN AMERICA                           118

IX. PROSE WRITERS FROM 1817-1863                                     131

X. PROSE WRITERS FROM 1863-1881: ABRAMOWITSCH                        148

XI. PROSE WRITERS FROM 1863-1881: LINETZKI, DICK                     161

XII. PROSE WRITERS SINCE 1881: SPEKTOR                               177

XIII. PROSE WRITERS SINCE 1881: RABINOWITSCH, PEREZ                  194

XIV. PROSE WRITERS SINCE 1881: IN AMERICA                            216

XV. THE JEWISCH THEATRE                                              231

XVI. OTHER ASPECTS OF LITERATURE                                     244




CHRESTOMATHY


                                                                    PAGE

I. SSEEFER KOHELES. ECCLESIASTES. M. M. Lefin                        258

II. DIE MALPE. THE MONKEY. S. Ettinger                               260

III. DAIGES NĀCH DEM TŌDT. WORRY AFTER DEATH. S. Ettinger            260

IV. DER ELENDER SUCHT DIE RUHE. THE FORLORN
MAN LOOKING FOR REST. B. W. Ehrenkranz-Zbarżer                       261

V. DIWREE CHOCHMO. WORDS OF WISDOM. E. Z. Zweifel                    264

VI. DIE STIEFMUTTER. THE STEPMOTHER. M. Gordon                       264

VII. DIE MUME SOSJE. AUNT SOSIE. A. Goldfaden                        268

VIII. SEMER LE-SSIMCHAS TŌRE. SONG OF THE REJOICING
OF THE LAW. J. L. Gordon                                             272

IX. DIE KLATSCHE. THE DOBBIN. S. J. Abramowitsch                     276

X. TUNEJADEWKE. PARASITEVILLE. S. J. Abramowitsch                    284

XI. A HARTER BISSEN. A TOUGH MORSEL. D. Frischmann                   294

XII. STEMPENJU'S FIEDELE. STEMPENJU'S VIOLIN. S. Rabinowitsch        300

XIII. DER TALMUD. THE TALMUD. S. Frug                                306

XIV. DĀS JÜDISCHE KIND. THE JEWISH CHILD. S. Frug                    308

XV. DER ADELIGER KĀTER. THE NOBLE TOM-CAT. M. Winchevsky             312

XVI. JONKIPER. THE ATONEMENT DAY. J. Dienesohn                       314

XVII. AUF'N BUSEN VUN JAM. ON THE BOSOM OF THE
OCEAN. M. Rosenfeld                                                  324

XVIII. BONZJE SCHWEIG. BONTSIE SILENT. J. L. Perez                   332

       *       *       *       *       *

I. APPENDIX. BIBLIOGRAPHY                                            355

II. APPENDIX. PSEUDONYMS                                             383

INDEX                                                                385




THE HISTORY OF YIDDISH LITERATURE IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY




I. INTRODUCTION


The literatures of the early Middle Ages were bilingual. The Catholic
religion had brought with it the use of the Latin language for religious
and ethical purposes, and in proportion as the influence of the clergy
was exerted on worldly matters, even profane learning found its
expression through the foreign tongue. Only by degrees did the native
dialects manage to establish themselves independently, and it has been
but a few centuries since they succeeded in emancipating themselves
entirely and in ousting the Latin from the domain of secular knowledge.
As long as the Jews have not been arrested in their natural development
by external pressure, they have fallen into line with the conditions
prevalent in their permanent homes and have added their mite towards the
evolution of the vernaculars of their respective countries. It would be
idle to adduce here proofs of this; suffice it only to mention Spain,
whose literature would be incomplete without including in the list of
its early writers the names of some illustrious Jews active there before
the expulsion of the Jews in the fifteenth century. But the matter
everywhere stood quite differently in regard to the Latin language. That
being the language of the Catholic clergy, it could not be cultivated by
the Jews without compromising their own faith; the example of the
bilingualism was, however, too strong not to affect them, and hence they
had recourse to the tongue of their own sacred scriptures for purposes
corresponding to those of the Catholic Church. The stronger the
influence of the latter was in the country, the more did the Jews cling
to the Hebrew and the Jargon of the Talmud for literary purposes. It
need not, then, surprise us to find the Jewish literature of the
centuries preceding the invention of printing almost exclusively in the
ancient tongue.

As long as the German Jews were living in Germany, and the Sephardic
Jews in Spain, there was no urgent necessity to create a special
vernacular literature for them: they spoke the language of their
Christian fellow-citizens, shared with them the same conception of life,
the same popular customs, except such as touched upon their religious
convictions, and the works current among their Gentile neighbors were
quite intelligible, and fully acceptable to them. The extent of common
intellectual pleasures was much greater than one would be inclined to
admit without examination. In Germany we have the testimony of the first
Judeo-German or Yiddish works printed in the sixteenth century that even
at that late time the Jews were deriving pleasure from the stories
belonging to the cycle of King Arthur and similar romances. In 1602 a
pious Jew, in order to offset these older stories, as he himself
mentions in his introduction,[1] issued the 'Maasebuch,' which is a
collection of Jewish folklore. It is equally impossible, however, to
discover from early German songs preserved by the Jews that they in any
way differed from those recited and sung by the Gentiles, and they have
to be classed among the relics of German literature, which has actually
been done by a scholar who subjected them to a close scrutiny.[2] On the
other hand, the Jews who were active in German literature, like
Süsskind, only accidentally betray their Jewish origin. Had they not
chosen to make special mention of the fact in their own works, it would
not be possible by any criterion to separate them from the host of
authors of their own time.

Had there been no disturbing element introduced in the national life of
the German Jews, there would not have developed with them a specifically
Judeo-German literature, even though they may have used the Hebrew
characters in the transliteration of German books. Unfortunately, in the
beginning of the sixteenth century, a large number of Jews, mainly from
the region of the Middle Rhine, had become permanently settled in
Bohemia, Poland, and Russia. Here they formed compact colonies in towns
and cities, having been admitted to these countries primarily to create
the nucleus of a town population, as the agricultural Slavs had been
averse to town life. They had brought with them their patrimony of the
German language, their German intellectual atmosphere and mode of life;
and their very compactness precluded their amalgamation with their
Slavic neighbors. Their numerical strength and spiritual superiority
obliterated even the last trace of those Jews who had been resident in
those regions before them and had spoken the Slavic dialects as their
mother-tongues. Separated from their mother-country, they craved the
intellectual food to which they had been accustomed there; but their
relations with it were entirely broken, and they no longer took part in
the mental life of their German contemporaries. The Reformation with its
literary awakening could not exert any influence on them; they only
turned back for reminiscences of ages gone by, and hungered after
stories with which their ancestors had whiled away their hours of
leisure in the cities along the Rhine. And so it happened that when the
legendary lore of the Nibelungen, of Siegfried, of Dietrich of Bern, of
Wigalois, of King Arthur, had begun to fade away even from the folk
books of Germany, it lived on in the Slavic countries and continued to
evoke pleasure and admiration.

These chapbooks, embodying the folklore of past generations, were almost
the first printed Judeo-German books, as they certainly were the most
popular. That the early Judeo-German literature was intended mainly for
readers in the east of Europe is amply evidenced by specific mention in
the works themselves, as for example in the 'Maasebuch,' where the
compiler, or author, urges the German women to buy quickly his book,
lest it be all too fast sold in Bohemia, Poland, and Russia.[3] In fact,
the patron of the 'Maasebuch,' or the author of the same, for it is not
quite clear whether they are not one and the same person, was himself a
native of Meseritz in Lithuania. Only after these story books had
created a taste for reading, and in order to counteract the effects of
the non-Jewish lore, the Rabbis began to substitute the more Jewish
legends of the 'Maasebuch' and the 'Zeena Ureena,' and the ethical
treatises which were intended to instruct the people in the tenets of
their fathers. In this manner the Judeo-German literature was made
possible. Its preservation for four centuries was mainly due to the
isolation of the German Jews in Russia and Poland, where the German
medievalism became ossified and was preserved intact to within half a
century ago, when under favorable conditions the Russianization of the
Jews began. Had these conditions prevailed but a short time longer,
Judeo-German literature would have been a thing of the past and of
interest only to the linguist and the historian. But very soon various
causes combined to resuscitate the dialect literature. In the short time
that the Jews had enjoyed the privileges of a Russian culture, then
German medievalism was completely dispelled, and the modern period
which, in its incipient stage, reaches back into the first quarter of
this century, presents a distinct phase which in no way resembles the
literature of the three hundred years that preceded it. It is not a
continuation of its older form, but has developed on an entirely new
basis.

The medieval period of Judeo-German literature was by no means confined
to the Slavic countries. It reacted on the Jews who had remained in
Germany, who, in their narrow Ghetto life, were excluded from an active
participation in the German literature of their country. This reaction
was not due alone to the fact that the specifically Jewish literature
appealed in an equal degree to those who had been left behind in their
old homes, but in a larger measure to the superior intellectual activity
of the emigrants and their descendants who kept alive the spark of
Jewish learning when it had become weakened at home and found no food
for its replenishment within its own communities. They had to turn to
the Slavic lands for their teachers and Rabbis, who brought with them
not only their Hebrew learning, but also their Judeo-German language and
literature. Up to the middle of the eighteenth century there was no
division of the Jews of the west and the east of Europe; they took equal
part in the common Judeo-German literature, however scanty its scope.
What was produced in Russia was read with the same pleasure in Germany,
and _vice versa_, even though the spoken form of the vernacular in
Slavic countries was more and more departing from that of Germany.

Even Mendelssohn's teacher was a Galician Jew. But with Mendelssohn a
new era had dawned in the history of the German Jews. By his example the
dialect was at once abandoned for the literary language, and the Jews
were once more brought back into the fold of the German nation. The
separation of the two branches of the German Jews was complete, and the
inhabitants of the Slavic countries were left to shift for themselves.
For nearly one hundred years they had to miss the beneficent effects of
an intellectual intercourse with the West, and in the beginning of our
century the contrast between the two could not have been greater: the
German Jews were rapidly becoming identified with the spiritual pursuits
of their Gentile fellow-citizens, the Slavic Jews persevered in the
medievalism into which they had been thrown centuries before. Only by
slow degrees did the Mendelssohnian Reform find its way into Poland and
Russia; and even when its influence was at its highest, it was not
possible for it to affect those lands in the same way that it affected
the districts that were more or less under German influence. The German
language could not become the medium of instruction for the masses,
whose homely dialects had so far departed from their mother-tongue as to
make the latter unintelligible to them. In Russia it was a long time
before the native literature could make itself felt, or before Russian
education came to take the place of the German culture; so in the
meanwhile the Judeo-German language was left to its own evolution, and a
new literature had its rise.

In arriving at its present stage, Judeo-German literature of the
nineteenth century has passed through several phases. At first, up to
the sixties, it was used as a weapon by the few enlightened men who were
anxious to extend the benefits of the Mendelssohnian Reform to the
masses at large. It is an outgrowth of the Hebrew literature of the same
period, which had its rise from the same causes, but which could appeal
only to a small number of men who were well versed in Hebrew lore. Since
these apostles of the new learning had themselves received their impetus
through the Hebrew, it was natural for them to be active both in the
Hebrew and the Judeo-German field. We consequently find here the names
of Gottlober and J. L. Gordon, who belong equally to both literatures.
Those who devoted themselves exclusively to creating a Judeo-German
literature, like the other Mendelssohnian disciples, took the German
literature as the guide for their efforts, and even dreamed of
approaching the literary language of Germany in the final amalgamation
with the Mendelssohnian Reform. In the meanwhile, in the sixties and
still more in the seventies, the Jews were becoming Russianized in the
schools which had been thrown open to their youths. In the sixties, the
Judeo-German literature, having received its impetus in the preceding
generation, reached its highest development as a literature of Reform,
but it appealed only to those who had not had the benefits of the
Russian schools. In the seventies it became reminiscent, and was in
danger of rapid extinction. In the eighties, the persecutions and riots
against the Jews led many of those who had availed themselves of the
Russian culture to devote themselves to the service of their less
fortunate brethren; and many new forces, that otherwise would have found
their way into Russian letters, were exerted entirely in the evolution
of Judeo-German. In this new stage, the Mendelssohnian Reform, with its
concomitant German language, was lost sight of. The element of
instruction was still an important one in this late period, but this
instruction was along universal lines, and no longer purely Jewish;
above all else, this literature became an art.

Poetry was the first to be developed, as it lent itself more readily to
didactic purposes; it has also, until lately, remained in closer contact
with the popular poetry, which, in its turn, is an evolution of the
poetry of the preceding centuries. The theatre was the latest to detach
itself from prose, to which it is organically related. These facts have
influenced the separate treatment of the three divisions of literature
in the present work. It was deemed indispensable to add to these a
chapter on the Judeo-German folklore, as the reading of Judeo-German
works would frequently be unintelligible without some knowledge of the
creations of the popular mind. Here the relation to medievalism is even
more apparent than in the popular poetry; in fact, the greater part of
the printed books of that class owe their origin to past ages; they are
frequently nothing more than modernizations of old books, as is, for
example, the case with 'Bevys of Hamptoun,' which, but for the
language, is identical with its prototype in the beginning of the
sixteenth century.

In its popular form, Judeo-German is certainly not inferior to many of
the literary languages which have been fortunate enough to attract the
attention of the linguist and student of comparative literature. In its
_belleslettres_ it compares favorably with those of countries like
Bulgaria, which had their regeneration at about the same time; nay, it
may appear to the unbiassed observer that it even surpasses them in that
respect. And yet, in spite of it all, Judeo-German has remained
practically a sealed book to the world. The few who have given reports
of it display an astounding amount of ignorance on the subject. Karpeles
devotes, in his history of Jewish literature, almost thirty pages to the
medieval form of it, but to the rich modern development of it only _two
lines_![4] Steinschneider knows by hearsay only Dick, and denies the
practical value of modern Judeo-German.[5] But the acme of complacent
ignorance, not to use a stronger word, is reached by Grünbaum,[6] who
dishes up, as specimens of literature, newspaper advertisements and
extracts of Schaikewitsch, not mentioning even by name a single one of
the first-class writers. It is painful to look into the pages of his
work, which, apart from endless linguistic blunders of a most senseless
character, has probably done more than anything else to divert
attention from this interesting literature.

Much more sympathetic are the few pages which Berenson devotes to it in
an article in the _Andover Review_;[7] though abounding in errors, it is
fair and unbiassed, and at least displays a familiarity with the
originals. Still better are the remarks of the Polish author Klemens
Junosza in the introductions to his translations of the works of
Abramowitsch into Polish; the translations themselves are masterpieces,
considering the extreme quaintness of Abramowitsch's style. There are,
indeed, a few sketches on the Judeo-German literature written in the
dialect itself,[8] but none of them attest a philosophical grasp of the
subject, or even betray a thorough familiarity with the literature. A
number of good reviews on various productions have appeared in the
Russian periodical _Voschod_, from the pen of one signing himself
"Criticus."[9] To one of these reviews he has attached a discussion of
the literature in general; this, however short, is the best that has yet
been written on the subject.

It is hard to foretell the future of Judeo-German. In America it is
certainly doomed to extinction.[10] Its lease of life is commensurate
with the last large immigration to the new world. In the countries of
Europe it will last as long as there are any disabilities for the Jews,
as long as they are secluded in Ghettos and driven into Pales.[11] It
would be idle to speculate when these persecutions will cease.




II. THE JUDEO-GERMAN LANGUAGE


There is probably no other language in existence on which so much
opprobrium has been heaped as on the Judeo-German.[12] Philologists have
neglected its study, Germanic scholars have until lately been loath to
admit it as a branch of the German language, and even now it has to beg
for recognition. German writers look upon it with contempt and as
something to be shunned; and for over half a century the Russian and
Polish Jews, whose mother-tongue it is, have been replete with apologies
whenever they have had recourse to it for literary purposes.[13] Such a
bias can be explained only as a manifestation of a general prejudice
against everything Jewish, for passions have been at play to such an
extent as to blind the scientific vision to the most obvious and common
linguistic phenomena. Unfortunately, this interesting evolution of a
German dialect has found its most violent opponents in the German Jews,
who, since the day of Mendelssohn, have come to look upon it as an
arbitrary and vicious corruption of the language of their country.[14]
This attack upon it, while justifiable in so far as it affects its
survival in Germany, loses all reasonableness when transferred to the
Jews of Russia, former Poland and Roumania, where it forms a
comparatively uniform medium of intercourse of between five and six
millions of people, of whom the majority know no other language. It
cannot be maintained that it is desirable to preserve the Judeo-German,
and to give it a place of honor among the sisterhood of languages; but
that has nothing to do with the historic fact of its existence. The many
millions of people who use it from the day of their birth cannot be held
responsible for any intentional neglect of grammatical rules, and its
widespread dissemination is sufficient reason for subjecting it to a
thorough investigation. A few timid attempts have been made in that
direction, but they are far from being exhaustive, and touch but a small
part of the very rich material at hand. Nor is this the place in which a
complete discussion of the matter is to be looked for. This chapter
presents only such of the data as must be well understood for a correct
appreciation of the dialectic varieties current in the extensive
Judeo-German literature of the last fifty years.

All languages are subject to a continuous change, not only from within,
through natural growth and decay, but also from without, through the
influence of foreign languages as carriers of new ideas. The languages
of Europe, one and all, owe their Latin elements to the universality of
the Roman dominion, and, later, of the Catholic Church. With the
Renaissance, and lately through the sciences, much Greek has been added
to their vocabularies. When two nations have come into a close
intellectual contact, the result has always been a mixture of languages.
In the case of English, the original Germanic tongue has become almost
unrecognizable under the heavy burden of foreign words. But more
interesting than these cases, and more resembling the formation of the
Judeo-German, are those non-Semitic languages that have come under the
sway of Mohammedanism. Their religious literature being always written
in the Arabic of the Koran, they were continually, for a long period of
centuries, brought under the same influences, and these have caused them
to borrow, not only many words, but even whole turns and sentences, from
their religious lore. The Arabic has frequently become completely
transformed under the pronunciation and grammatical treatment of the
borrowing language, but nevertheless a thorough knowledge of such
tongues as Turkish and Persian is not possible without a fair
understanding of Arabic. The case is still more interesting with
Hindustani, spoken by more than one hundred millions of people, where
more than five-eighths of the language is not of Indian origin, but
Persian and Arabic. With these preliminary facts it will not be
difficult to see what has taken place in Judeo-German.

Previous to the sixteenth century the Jews in Germany spoke the dialects
of their immediate surroundings; there is no evidence to prove any
introduction of Hebrew words at that early period, although it must be
supposed that words relating purely to the Mosaic ritual may have found
their way into the spoken language even then. The sixteenth century
finds a large number of German Jews resident in Bohemia, Poland, and
Lithuania. As is frequently the case with immigrants, the Jews in those
distant countries developed a greater intellectual activity than their
brethren at home, and this is indicated by the prominence of the
printing offices at Prague and Cracow, and the large number of natives
of those countries who figure as authors of Judeo-German works up to the
nineteenth century. But torn away from a vivifying intercourse with
their mother-country, their vocabulary could not be increased from the
living source of the language alone, for their interests began to
diverge. Religious instruction being given entirely in Hebrew, it was
natural for them to make use of all such Hebrew words as they thus
became familiar with. Their close study of the Talmud furnished them
from that source with a large number of words of argumentation, while
the native Slavic languages naturally added their mite toward making the
Judeo-German more and more unlike the mother-tongue. Since books printed
in Bohemia were equally current in Poland, and _vice versa_, and Jews
perused a great number of books, there was always a lively interchange
of thoughts going on in these countries, causing some Bohemian words to
migrate to Poland, and Polish words back to Bohemia. These books printed
in Slavic countries were received with open hands also in Germany, and
their preponderance over similar books at home was so great that the
foreign corruption affected the spoken language of the German Jews, and
they accepted also a number of Slavic words together with the Semitic
infection. This was still further aided by the many Polish teachers who,
in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, were almost the only
instructors of Hebrew in Germany.[15]

We have, then, here an analogous case to the formation of Osmanli out of
the Turkish, and Modern Persian out of the Old by means of the Arabic,
and if the word Jargon is used to describe the condition of Judeo-German
in the past three centuries, then Gibberish would be the only word that
would fit as a designation of the corresponding compounds of the
beautiful languages of Turkey, Persia, and India. A Jargon is the
chaotic state of a speech-mixture at the moment when the foreign
elements first enter into it. That mixture can never be entirely
arbitrary, for it is subject to the spirit of one fundamental language
which does not lose its identity. All the Romance elements in English
have not stifled its Germanic basis, and Hindustani is neither Persian
nor Arabic, in spite of the overwhelming foreign element in it, but an
Indian language. Similarly Judeo-German has remained essentially a
German dialect group.

Had the Judeo-German had for its basis some dialect which widely differs
from the literary norm, such as Low German or Swiss, it would have long
ago been claimed as a precious survival by German philologists. But it
happens to follow so closely the structure of High German that its
deviations have struck the superficial observer as a kind of careless
corruption of the German. A closer scrutiny, however, convinces one that
in its many dialectic variations it closely follows the High German
dialects of the Middle Rhine with Frankfurt for its centre. There is not
a peculiarity in its grammatical forms, in the changes of its vocalism,
for which exact parallels are not found within a small radius of the old
imperial city, the great centre of Jewish learning and life in the
Middle Ages. No doubt, the emigration into Russia came mainly from the
region of the Rhine. At any rate those who arrived from there brought
with them traditions which were laid as the foundation of their written
literature, whose influence has been very great on the Jews of the later
Middle Ages. While men received their religious literature directly
through the Hebrew, women could get their ethical instruction only by
means of Judeo-German books. No house was without them, and through them
a certain contact was kept up with the literary German towards which the
authors have never ceased to lean. In the meanwhile the language could
not remain uniform over the wide extent of the Slavic countries, and
many distinct groups have developed there. The various subdialects of
Poland differ considerably from the group which includes the northwest
of Russia, while they resemble somewhat more closely the southern
variety. But nothing of that appears in the printed literature previous
to the beginning of this century. There a great uniformity prevails, and
by giving the Hebrew vowels, or the consonants that are used as such,
the values that they have in the mouths of German Jews, we obtain, in
fact, what appears to be an apocopated, corrupted form of literary
German. The spelling has remained more or less traditional, and though
it becomes finally phonetic, it seems to ascribe to the vowels the
values nearest to those of the mother-language and current in certain
varieties of the Lithuanian group. From this it may be assumed that the
Polish and southern Russian varieties have developed from the
Lithuanian, which probably bears some relation to the historical
migrations into those parts of the quondam Polish kingdom, and this is
made the more plausible from the fact that the vowel changes are
frequently in exact correspondence with the changes in the White
Russian, Polish, and Little Russian. Such a phenomenon of parallelism is
found also in other languages, and in our case may be explained by the
unconscious changes of the Germanic vowels simultaneously with those in
the Slavic words which, having been naturalized in Judeo-German, were
heard and used differently in the new surroundings.

However it may be, the language of the Judeo-German books in the
sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth centuries is subject to but
slight variations. It is true, the Blitz Bible printed in Amsterdam in
1676 seems to deviate greatly from other similar works, and the uncouth
compound which is found there does, indeed, have all appearances of a
Jargon. It owes its origin to the Polish Jews who but a few years before
had been exiled from more than two hundred and fifty towns[16] and who,
having settled in Holland, began to modify their Judeo-German by
introducing Dutch into it. Although the Bible was intended for Polish
Jews, as is evident by the letters-patent granted by John the Third of
Poland, yet it has never exerted any influence on the dialects in Russia
and Poland, for not one word of Dutch origin can be found in them. This
older stage of the language is even now familiar to the Russian Jewish
women through the 'Zeena Ureena,' the prayer book, and the special
prayers which they recite in Judeo-German, and Jewish writers have
recourse to it whenever they wish to express a prayer, as, for example,
in Abramowitsch's 'Hymns' and 'Saturday Prayers.' This older stage is
known under the name of _Iwre-teutsch_, _Korben-ssider-teutsch_,
_Tchines-teutsch_, thus indicating its proper sphere in lithurgical
works. This form of the language is comparatively free from Hebrew
words.[17] On the other hand, Cabbalistic works become almost unreadable
on account of the prevalence of Semitic over German words.[18]

In the beginning of the nineteenth century a Galician, Minchas Mendel
Lefin, laid the foundation for the use of the vernacular for literary
purposes.[19] This example was soon followed by the writers in Russia
who became acquainted with German culture through the followers of the
Mendelssohnian School at Lemberg, who comprise nearly all the authors
from Ettinger to Abramowitsch, most of whom wrote in some southern
dialect. The language of these abounds in a large number of idiomatic
expressions for which one would in vain look in the older writings;
words of Slavic origin that were familiar in everyday life were freely
introduced, and an entirely new diction superseded that of the past
century. At first their spelling was quite phonetic. But soon their
leaning towards German literature led them into the unfortunate mistake
of introducing German orthography for their dialect, so that it now is
frequently impossible to tell from the form of a word how it may have
been pronounced. Add to this the historical spelling of the Hebrew and
the phonetic of the Slavic words, and one can easily imagine the chaos
that prevails in the written language. And yet it must not be supposed
that Judeo-German stands alone in this. The same difficulty and
confusion arises in all those tongues in which the historical continuity
has been broken. Thus Modern Greek is spelled as though it were Ancient
Greek, with which it has hardly any resemblance in sound, while
Bulgarian is still wavering between a phonetic, a Russian, and an Old
Slavic orthography. Similar causes have produced similar results in
Judeo-German.

There is no linguistic norm in the language as now used for literary
purposes. The greater number of the best authors write in slightly
varying dialects of Volhynia; but the Lithuanian variety is also well
represented, and of late Perez has begun to write in his Polish
vernacular.[20] German influence began to show itself early, and it
affected not only the spelling, but also the vocabulary of the early
writers in Lithuania. Dick looked upon Judeo-German only as a means to
lead his people to German culture, and his stories are written in a
curious mixture in which German at times predominates. This evil
practice, which in Dick may be excused on the ground that it served him
only as a means to an end, has come to be a mannerism in writers of the
lower kind, such as Schaikewitsch, Seiffert, and their like. The
scribblers of that class have not only corrupted the literature but also
the language of the Jews.

Various means have been suggested by the writers for the enrichment of
the Judeo-German vocabulary. Some lovers of Hebrew have had the bad
taste to propose the formation of all new words on a Semitic basis, and
have actually brought forth literary productions in that hybrid
language. Others again have advised the introduction of all foreign
words commonly in use among other nations. But the classical writers,
among whom Abramowitsch is foremost, have not stopped to consider what
would be the best expedient, but have coined words in conformity with
the spirit of their dialect, steering a middle course between the
extremes suggested by others. In America, where the majority of the
writers knew more of German than their native vernacular, the literary
dialect has come to resemble the literary German, and the English
environment has caused the infusion of a number of English terms for
familiar objects. But on the whole the language of the better writers
differs in America but little from that of their former home. There is,
naturally, a large divergence to be found in the language, which ranges
from the almost pure German of the prayers and, in modern times, of the
poems of Winchevsky, to the language abounding in Russicisms of
Dlugatsch, and in Hebraisms of Linetzki, from the pure dialects of the
best writers to the corrupt forms of Dick and Meisach, and the even
worse Jargon of Seiffert, but in all these there is no greater variety
than is to be found in all newly formed languages.[21] The most recent
example of such variety is furnished by the Bulgarian, where the writers
of the last fifty years have wavered between the native dialects with
their large elements of Turkish and Greek origin, a purified form of the
same, from which the foreign infection has been eliminated, approaches
to the Old Slavic of a thousand years ago, and, within the last few
years, a curious mixture with the literary Russian. Judeo-German not
only does not suffer by such a comparison, but really gains by it, for
all the best writers have uniformly based their diction on their native
dialects.

In former days Judeo-German was known only by the name of
_Iwre-teutsch_, or _Jüdisch-teutsch_. Frequently such words were used as
_Mame-loschen_ (Mother-tongue), or _Prost-jüdisch_ (Simple Yiddish), but
through the efforts of the disciples of the Haskala (Reform), the
designation of _Jargon_ has been forced upon it; and that appellation
has been adopted by later writers in Russia, so that now one generally
finds only this latter form as the name of the language used by the
writers in Russia. The people, however, speak of their vernacular as
_Jüdisch_, and this has given rise in England and America to the word
_Yiddish_ for both the spoken and written form. It is interesting to
note that originally the name had been merely _Teutsch_ for the language
of the Jews, for they were conscious of their participation with the
Germans in a common inheritance. Reminiscences of that old designation
are left in such words as _verteutschen_, 'to translate,' _i.e._ to do
into German, and _steutsch_, 'how do you mean it?' contracted from _is
teutsch?_ 'how is that in German?'

The main differences between Judeo-German[22] and the mother-tongue are
these: its vocalism has undergone considerable change, varying from
locality to locality; the German unaccented final _e_ has, as in other
dialects of German, disappeared; in declensional forms, the genitive has
almost entirely disappeared, while in the Lithuanian group the dative
has also coincided with the accusative; in the verb, Judeo-German has
lost almost entirely the imperfect tense; the order of words is more
like the English than the German. These are all developments for which
parallels can be adduced from the region of Frankfurt. Judeo-German is,
consequently, not an anomaly, but a natural development.




III. FOLKLORE


There can be no doubt that the Jews were the most potent factors in the
dissemination of folk-literature in the Middle Ages.[23] Various causes
united to make them the natural carriers of folklore from the East to
the West, and from the West back again to the East. They never became so
completely localized as to break away from the community of their
brethren in distant lands, and to develop distinct national
characteristics. The Jews of Spain stood in direct relations with the
Khazars of Russia, and it was a Jew whom Charlemagne sent as ambassador
to Bagdad. The Jewish merchant did not limit his sphere of action by
geographical lines of demarkation, and the Jewish scholar was as much at
home in Italy and Germany as he was in Russia or Egypt. Again and again,
in reading the biographies of Jewish worthies, we are confronted with
men who have had their temporary homes in three continents. In fact, the
stay-at-homes were the exception rather than the rule in the Middle
Ages. In this manner not only a lively intercourse was kept up among the
Jews of the diaspora, but they unwittingly became also the mediators of
the intellectual life of the most remote lands: they not only enriched
the literatures of the various nations by new kinds of compositions, but
also brought with them the substratum of that intellectual life which
finds its expression in the creations of the popular literature.

The Jews have always possessed an innate love for story telling which
was only sharpened by their travels. The religious and semi-religious
stories were far from sufficient to satisfy their curiosity, and in
spite of the discussions by the Rabbis of the permissibility of reading
foreign books of adventure, they proceeded to create and multiply an
apocryphal and profane folk-literature which baffles the investigator
with its variety. Most addicted to these stories were the women, who
received but little learning in the language of their religious lore,
and who knew just enough of their Hebrew characters to read in the
vernacular books specially prepared for them. Times changed, and the
education of the men varied with the progress of the Hebrew and the
native literatures; but the times hardly made an impression on the
female sex. The same minimum of ethical instruction was given them in
the eighteenth century that they had received in the fourteenth, and
they were left to shift for themselves in the selection of their profane
reading matter. The men who condescended to write stories for them had
no special interest to direct the taste of their public, and preferred
to supply the demand rather than create it; nor did the publishers have
any more urgent reason why they should trouble themselves about the
production of new works as long as the old ones satisfied the women.
Consequently, although now and then a 'new' story book saw daylight, the
old ones were just as eagerly received by the feminine readers. And thus
it happens that what was read with pleasure at its first appearance is
accepted as eagerly to-day, and the books that were issued from the
printing presses of the sixteenth century may be found in almost
unchanged hundredth editions, except as to the language, printed in 1898
in Wilna or Warsaw.

Time and space are entirely annihilated in the folklore of the Russian
Jews. Here one finds side by side the quaint stories of the Talmud of
Babylonian, Persian, Egyptian origin, with the Polyphemus myth of the
Greeks, the English 'Bevys of Hamptoun,' the Arabic 'Thousand and One
Nights.' Stories in which half a dozen motives from various separate
tales have been moulded into one harmonious whole jostle with those that
show unmistakable signs of venerable antiquity. Nowhere else can such a
variety of tales be found as in Judeo-German; nor is there any need, as
in other literatures, to have recourse to collections of the diligent
searcher; one will find hundreds of them, nay thousands, told without
any conscious purpose in the chapbooks that are annually issued at
Wilna, Lemberg, Lublin, and other places. Add to these the many
unwritten tales that involve the superstitions and beliefs of a more
local character, in which the Slavic element has been superadded to the
Germanic base, and the wealth of this long-neglected literature will at
once become apparent to the most superficial observer.[24]

These stories have dominated and still dominate the minds of the women
and children among the Russian, Roumanian, and Galician Jews. For them
there exists a whole fantastic world, with its objects of fear and
admiration. There is not an act they perform that is not followed by
endless superstitious rites, in which the beliefs of Chaldea are
inextricably mixed with French, Germanic, or Slavic ceremonies. To
pierce the dense cloud of superstition that has involved the Mosaic Law,
to disentangle the ancient religion from the rank growth of the ages, to
open the eyes of the Jews to the realities of this world, and to break
down the timeless and spaceless sphere of their imaginings--that has
been the task of the followers of the Mendelssohnian Reform for the last
one hundred years. In the pages of the Judeo-German works that they have
produced to take the place of the story books of long ago, one meets
continually with lists of superstitions that they are laboring to
combat, with the names of books that they would fain put in an index
expurgatorius.

It is not difficult to discern a number of distinct strata in the many
folk-tales that are current now, even though the motives from various
periods may be found hopelessly intertwined in one and the same story.
The oldest of these may be conveniently called the Talmudical
substratum, as in those older writings the prototypes of them can be
found. Of course, these in their turn are of a composite nature
themselves, but that need not disconcert us in our present investigation
as long as the resemblance is greater to the stories in the Talmud than
to the originals from which that collection has itself drawn its
information. There is a large variety of subjects that must be
classified in that category. Here belong a number of animal fables, of
stories of strange beasts, much imaginary geography, but especially a
vast number of apocryphal Bible stories.[25] One of the most
interesting series of that class is the one that comprises tales of the
river Sambation.[26] This river has rarely been discovered by poor
mortals, although it has been the object of their lifelong quest. During
the week it throws large rocks heavenwards, and the noise of the roaring
waters is deafening. On the Sabbath the river rests from its turmoil, to
resume again its activity at its expiration. Behind the Sambation lives
the tribe of the Red Jews.

The best story of that cycle is told by Meisach. An inquisitive tailor
sets out in search of the Sambation River. Of all the Jews that he meets
he inquires the direction that he is to take thitherward; and he makes
public announcements of his urgent business at all the synagogues that
he visits. But all in vain. Three times he has already traversed the
length and the breadth of this earth, but never did he get nearer his
destination. Undaunted, he starts out once more to reach the tribe of
the Red Jews. Suddenly he arrives near that awful river. Overwhelmed by
its din, terrified at its eruptions, he falls down on the ground and
prays to the all-merciful God. It happened to be a few minutes before
the time that the river was to go to rest. The clock strikes, and, as if
by magic, the scene is changed. The tailor finds a ford, passes on the
other side, and, exhausted from his wandering, he lies down to sleep in
the grass. The tribe of men that live there are a race of giants. One of
them, noticing the intruder, takes him to be a new species of a
grasshopper, picks him up, and slips him in his spacious coat pocket. He
proceeds to the bathhouse to take his ablution, and thence to the
synagogue, leaving the tailor all the while in his pocket. The giants
begin to pray. At the end, while a pause ensues, the pious tailor
unconsciously exclaims 'Amen!' Astonished to hear that mysterious voice,
the giant brings the tailor to light and showers many signs of respect
upon him, for even the giants know how to honor a pious man. The tailor
liked it there so much that he never returned to his native home.

Abramowitsch has made a fine use of this story in his Jewish 'Don
Quixote.' The hero of that novel has so long pondered about the
Sambation River and the mysterious race of men that live beyond it, that
he loses his reason, and starts out to find them. But he does not get
beyond Berdichev. Another very fruitful class of stories belonging to
that category is the one in which the prophet Elijah plays an important
part.[27] According to the popular belief, Elijah did not die; he even
now frequently comes to visit men, to help them in some dire necessity.
His presence is surmised only when he has disappeared, generally leaving
behind him a vapory cloud. So rooted is this belief in the visitation of
Elijah, that during the ceremony of the circumcision a chair is left
unoccupied for the good prophet. Elijah is not the only one that may be
seen nowadays. Moses and David occasionally leave their heavenly abodes
to aid their devotees or to exhort those that are about to depart from
the road of righteousness. King David presides over the repast at the
conclusion of the Sabbath, for it is then that a song in which his name
is mentioned is recited. There are some who regard it as a devout act to
celebrate that occasion with unswerving accuracy. To those who have made
the vow of 'Mlawe-Malke,' as the repast is called, King David is wont to
appear when they are particularly unfortunate. Unlike Elijah, he makes
his presence known by his company of courtiers and musicians, and he
himself holds a harp in his hands; and unlike him, he resorts to
supernatural means to aid his _protégés_.

Most of the medieval legends cluster around the Rabbis of Central
Europe, who have in one way or another become famous. The cities of
Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Worms, Prague, Cracow, have all their special
circle of wonderful tales about the supernatural powers of the worthies
of long ago. But the king of that cycle of miracle workers is Rambam, as
Maimonides is called.[28] His profound learning and great piety, his
renowned art of medicine, his extensive travels, have naturally lent
themselves to imaginative transformations. He has undergone the same
transmogrification that befell Vergil. Like the latter, he is no longer
the great scholar and physician, but a wizard who knows the hidden
properties of plants and stones, who by will power can transfer himself
in space, and who can read dreams and reveal their future significance.
His whole life was semi-miraculous. When he had arrived at the proper
age to enter an academy of medicine, he applied to a school where only
deaf-mutes were accepted as disciples of Æsculapius. This precaution was
necessary, lest the secrets of the art be disseminated, to the
disadvantage of the craft. Rambam pretended to have neither hearing nor
speech. His progress was remarkable, and in a short time he surpassed
his teachers in the delicate art of surgery. Once there came to the
school a man who asked to be cured of a worm that was gnawing at his
brain. The learned doctors held a consultation, and resolved to trepan
the skull and extract the worm. This was at once executed, and Rambam
was given permission to be present at the operation. With trembling and
fear he perceived the mistake of his teachers and colleagues, for he
knew full well that the man would have to die as soon as the seventh
membrane under the _dura mater_ was cut away. With bated breath, he
stood the pang of anxiety until the sixth covering had been removed.
Already the doctors were applying the lancet to the seventh, when his
patience and caution gave way, and he exclaimed, 'Stop; you are killing
him!' His surprised colleagues promised to forgive his deceit if he
would extract the worm without injury to the membrane. This Rambam
carried out in a very simple manner. He placed a cabbage leaf on the
small opening in the seventh covering, and the worm, attracted by the
odor of the leaf, came out to taste of the fresh food, whereupon it was
ousted.[29]

Of such a character are nearly all of his cures. The supernatural
element of the later period, where everything is fantastic, is still
absent from the Rabbi legends. There is always an attempt made to
combine the wonderful with the real, or rather to transfer the real into
the realm of the miraculous. The later stories of miracle-working pursue
the opposite course: they engraft the most extraordinary impossibilities
on the experiences of everyday life. Rambam's travels have also given
rise to a large number of semi-mythical journeys. One of the legends
tells of his sojourn in Algiers, where he incurred the hatred of the
Mussulmans for having decided that an oil-vat had become impure because
a Mohammedan had touched it, whereas another vat into which a weed had
fallen was pronounced by him to be ritually pure. Knowing that his life
was in danger, he escaped to Egypt, making the voyage in less than half
an hour by means of a miraculous document that he took with him and that
had the power of destroying space. In Cairo he became the chief adviser
of the king, and he later managed to save the country from the
visitation of the Algerian minister, who had come there ostensibly to
pursue the fugitive Rambam, but in reality to lay Egypt waste by his
magical arts.

The most interesting stories that still belong to that cycle are those
that have developed in Slavic countries. Out of the large material that
was furnished them by the German cities, in conjunction with the new
matter with which they became familiar in their new homes, they have
moulded many new stories in endless variety. The number of local legends
is unlimited. There is hardly an inn on the highways and byways of
Western Russia and Galicia that has not its own circle of wonderful
tales. Every town possesses its remarkable Rabbi whose memory lives in
the deeds that he is supposed to have performed. But none, except the
town of Mesiboz, the birthplace of Bal-schem-tow, the founder of the
sect of the Khassidim, can boast of such a complete set of legendary
tales as the cities of Wilna and Cracow. In Wilna they will still tell
the curious stranger many reminiscences of those glorious days when
their Rabbis could arrest the workings of natural laws, and when their
sentence was binding on ghosts as well as men. They will take him to the
synagogue and show him a large dark spot in the cupola, and they will
tell him that during an insurrection a cannon-ball struck the building,
and that it would have proceeded on its murderous journey but for the
command of the Rabbi to be lodged in the wall. They will take him to a
street where the spooks used to contend with humankind for the
possession of the houses in which they lived:--the contention was
finally referred to the Gaon of Wilna. After careful inquiry into the
justice of the contending parties he gave his decision, which is worthy
of the wisdom of Solomon: he adjudicated the upper parts of the houses,
as much of them as there was above ground, to the mortals, while the
cellars and other underground structures were left in perpetuity to the
shadowy inhabitants of the lower regions.[30] One of the Gaons at Wilna
was possessed of the miraculous power to create a Golem, a homunculus.
It was a vivified clay man who had to do the bidding of him who had
given him temporary life. Whenever his mission was fulfilled he was
turned back into an unrecognizable mass of clay.[31]

A special class of legends that have been evolved in Slavic countries
are those that tell of the Lamed-wow-niks. According to an old belief
the world is supported by the piety of thirty-six saints (Lamed-wow is
the numerical representation of that number). If it were not for them,
the sins of men would have long ago worked the destruction of the
universe. Out of this basal belief have sprung up the stories that
relate the deeds of the 'hidden' saints. They are called 'hidden'
because it is the very essence of those worthies not to carry their
sanctity for show: they are humble artisans, generally tailors or
shoemakers, who ply their humble vocations unostentatiously, and to all
intents and purposes are common people, poor and rather mentally
undeveloped. No one even dreams of their hidden powers, and no one ever
sees them studying the Law. When by some accident their identity is made
apparent, they vigorously deny that they belong to the chosen
Thirty-six, and only admit the fact when the evidence is overwhelmingly
against them. Then they are ready to perform some act by which a
calamity can be averted from the Jews collectively, and after their
successful undertaking they return to their humble work in some other
town where there is no chance of their being recognized and importuned.

One of the most perfect stories of that kind is told of a hidden saint
who lived in Cracow in the days of Rabbenu Moses Isserls. The Polish
king had listened to the representations of his minister that as
descendant of the Persian king he was entitled to the sum of money which
Haman had promised to him but which he evidently had not paid, having
been robbed of it by the Jews. He ordered the Jews of Cracow to pay
forthwith the enormous sum upon pain of being subjected to a cruel
persecution. After long fasting Rabbenu Isserls told his congregation to
go to Chaim the tailor who was living in the outskirts of the town and
to ask him to use his supernatural powers in averting the impending
calamity. After the customary denials, Chaim promised to be the
spokesman of the Jews before the king. On the next morning he went to
the palace. He passed unnoticed by the guards into the cabinet of his
majesty and asked him to sign a document revoking his order. In anger,
the king went to the door to chide the guards for having admitted a
ragged Jew to his presence. As he opened it, he stepped into space, and
found himself in a desert. He wandered about for a whole day and only in
the evening he met a poor man who offered him a piece of dry bread and
showed him a place of shelter in a cave. The poor man advised him not to
tell of his being a king to any one that he might meet, lest he be
robbed or killed. He gave him a beggar's garments, and supplied him with
a meal of dry bread every day. At the expiration of a year, the poor man
offered him work as a woodcutter with an improvement in his fare if he
would first sign a document. The king was only too happy to change his
monotonous condition, and without looking at it signed the paper
presented to him. His trials lasted two years more, after which he
became a sailor, was shipwrecked and carried back to Cracow. Just then
he awoke to discover that his three years' experience had only lasted
fifteen minutes by the clock. He abided by his agreement in the document
which he had signed in his dream, and thus the great misfortune was once
more warded off by the piety of a Lamed-wow-nik. The minister, the story
continues, escaped to Italy and hence to Amsterdam, where he became a
convert to Judaism. In his old age he returned to Cracow to make
pilgrimages to the graves of Rabbenu Isserls and Chaim, the saint.

All the previous stories and legends pale into insignificance by the
side of the endless miracles spun out by the Khassidim and ascribed to
the founder of the sect and his disciples.[32] Nothing is too absurd for
them. There seems to be a conscious desire in these stories to outdo all
previous records, in order to throw the largest halo on their
Bal-schem-tow, or Bescht, as he is called by his initials.
Bal-schem-tow was neither the miracle-worker that his adherents would
have him, nor the impostor that his opponents imagine him to have been.
He was a truly pious man who sought a refuge in mysticism against the
verbalism of the Jews of his days, in the middle of the eighteenth
century. His followers, unfortunately mistaking the accidental in his
teachings for the essentials of the new doctrine, have raised the
Cabbalistic lucubrations of his disciples to the dignity of religious
books, and have opened wide the doors for superstitions of all kinds.
The realities of this world hardly exist for them, or are at best the
temporal reflexes of that mystic sphere in which all their thoughts
soar. Their rabbis are all workers of miracles, and Bescht is adored by
them more than Moses and the Biblical saints. His life and acts have
been so surrounded by a legendary atmosphere that it is now, only one
hundred and fifty years after his life, not possible to disentangle
truth from fiction and to reconstruct the real man. A large number of
books relate the various miraculous incidents in his life, but the one
entitled 'Khal Chsidim' surpasses them all in variety, and attempts to
give as it were a chronological sequence of his acts.

In that book his grandfather and father are represented as foreshadowing
the greatness of their descendant. His grandfather is a minister to a
king, and Elijah announces to him that at the age of one hundred years
his wife will bear him a son who will be a shining light. His father is
a wizard and a scholar, and enjoins his son before his death to study
with a hidden saint in the town of Ukop. After his studies were
completed he became a teacher in Brody, and a judge. He marries the
sister of Rabbi Gerschon, who takes him for a simpleton, and in vain
tries to instruct him. No one knows of the sanctity of Bescht. He goes
into the mountains accompanied by his wife, and there meditates a long
while. At one time he was about to step from a mountain into empty
space, when the neighboring mountain inclined its summit and received
the erring foot of Bescht. After seven years of solitary life he returns
to Brody to become a servant in Gerschon's household. Later his career
of miracle-working begins: he heals the sick, exorcises evil spirits,
brings down rain by prayers, breaks spells, conquers wizards, predicts
the future, punishes the unbelievers, rewards the faithful by endowing
them with various powers, and does sundry other not less wonderful
things. When he prays, the earth trembles, and no one can hear his voice
for loudness. He sleeps but two hours at night and prays the rest of the
time, while a nimbus of fire surrounds him.

Not less marvellous are the deeds of his disciples as related in the
'Sseefer Maisse Zadikim' and other similar productions that are issued
in penny sheets in Lemberg to impress the believers with the greatness
of their faith. Many of these have sprung up from the desire to instill
the necessity of observing certain religious rites, and this the authors
think they can accomplish best by connecting a moral with some
miraculous tale. For every imaginable vow there is a special story
telling of the blissfulness that the devotee has reached or the misery
that the lax follower of Khassidism has had occasion to rue. Every good
deed according to them creates its own protecting spirits, while every
crime produces a corresponding monstrous beast that pursues the sinner
and leads him to destruction. Interesting also are those cases when a
man has been as prone to sin as he has been to perform virtuous acts,
for then the struggle between the beings of his creation leads to
amusing results in which all depends on the preponderance of one kind of
deeds over the other. The worst of men is not excluded from the benefits
of mercy if he makes amends for his crimes by an earnest repentance
which is followed by a long penance.

Of the latter class, the following is a typical story. Chaim has brought
many misfortunes to Jewish families by denouncing and blackmailing them
to the Polish magnate, the chief authority of the district. Once while
on his way to the magnate he sees a half-starved beggar in the road, and
he divides with him his bread and carries him to his house and takes
care of him until he is well enough to proceed on his journey. Chaim has
occasion after several years to denounce some one to the magnate. He
goes to the cupboard to fill his wallet for the journey, when he sees a
dead person in it. After he has collected himself from his fright, he
steps up once more to the cupboard. The dead person tells him that he is
the beggar that he saved from starvation some time ago, that he had
heard in heaven that Chaim was to be given his last chance in life, and
that he had come to warn him to repent his misdeeds. Chaim takes his
advice to heart, and for seven years stays uninterruptedly in the
synagogue, perfecting himself in his knowledge of the religious lore. On
the eve of the Passover he allows himself to be tempted by Satan in the
shape of a scholar, to eat leavened bread at a time when the Law
prohibits it. As he steps out to the brook to wash his hands before
tasting of the bread, the dead person once more appears to him and tells
him that Satan has been sent to him to tempt him, because it was
thought that his seven years' penance alone was not sufficient to atone
for his many evil deeds; that all his labors have been in vain, and that
he will have to do penance another seven years. This Chaim is only too
ready to undergo, and he applies himself with even more ardor than
before to get a remission of his sins. At the expiration of the allotted
time Chaim dies and is at once taken to heaven.

The legends and folk-tales so far considered are of a strictly Jewish
character, whatever their origin. They are in one way or another
connected with the inner life of the Jewish community. They deal with
the acts of their worthies and inculcate religious truths. But these are
far from forming the bulk of all the stories that are current to-day
among the German Jews in Slavic countries. Among the printed books of a
popular character there are many that not only are of Gentile origin,
but that have not been transformed in the light of the Mosaic faith;
they have been reprinted without change of contents for the last four
centuries, furnishing an example of long survival unequalled probably in
any other literature.[33] Many of the stories that had been current in
Germany long before the time of printing were among the first to be
issued from Jewish printing presses. Stories of the court of King Arthur
in verse, of Dietrich of Bern, of the 'Constant Love of Floris and
Blanchefleur,' of 'Thousand and One Nights,' had been common in the
sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, and many of them may be found in
editions of this century; but none of them has been so popular as the
'Bovo-maisse,' the latest edition of which is known to me from the year
1895. It is identical with the English 'Bevys of Hamptoun' and was done
into Judeo-German by Elia Levita in Venice in the year 1501. It is, no
doubt, related to some one of the many Italian versions in which Bevys
is turned into Bovo. The popularity of this book has been second only to
the 'Zeena-Ureena' which contains a very large number of folk-tales
interwoven in a popular exposition of the Bible. There are also books
that contain stories of 'Sinbad the Sailor,' or what seem to be versions
of Sir John Maundeville's 'Travels,' and other similar fantastic tales.

These stories, having once been committed to writing and printing, have
remained intact up to our times, except that they have undergone
linguistic modernizations. But there is also an unlimited number of
fairy tales and fables in circulation which have never been written
down, which have therefore been more or less subjected to local
influences; in these Hebrew, German, and Slavic elements meet most
freely, causing the stories to be moulded in new forms.[34] It may be
asserted without fear of contradiction that among the Russian Jews the
investigator will find the best, most complete versions of most, if not
all, the stories contained in Grimm's or Andersen's collections. The
reason for it is to be sought in the inordinate love of story-telling
that the Jews possess. They are fond of staying up late in the night,
particularly in the winter, and whiling away the time with an endless
series of stories. The stranger who is a good raconteur is sure of a
kind reception wherever he may chance to stay; but his nights will be
curtailed by the extent of his fund of stories, for his audience will
not budge as long as they suspect that the stranger has not spent all
the arrows from his quiver. The wandering beggar-students and tailors
have the reputation for story-telling; it was by one of the latter that
a large number of fairy tales were related to me. I choose for
illustration one that is known in a great variety of versions.


THE FOOL IS WISER THAN THE WISE

"Once upon a time there lived a rich man who had three sons: two of them
were wise, while one was a fool. After his death the brothers proceeded
to divide the property, which consisted mainly of cattle. The two wise
brothers suggested that the herd be divided into three equal parts, and
that lots be cast for each; but the fool insisted that corrals be built
near the house of each and that each be allowed to keep the cattle that
would stray into his corral. The wise brothers agreed to this, and to
entice the oxen and cows they placed fresh hay in their enclosures; but
the fool did not take measures to gain possession of cattle by unfair
means. The animals were attracted by the odor of the new-mown hay, and
only one calf strolled into the fool's enclosure. The fool kept his calf
for eight days, and forgot to give it fodder during that time; so it
died. He took off its hide, and placed it in the sun to get dry. There
it lay until it shrivelled up. Then he took the hide to Warsaw to sell
it, but no one wanted to buy it, for it was all dried up.

"He started for home and came to an inn where he wanted to stay over
night. He found there twelve men eating, and drinking good wine. He
asked the landlady whether he could stay there over night. She told him
she would not keep him in the house for all the money in the world, and
she asked him to leave the house at once. He did not like her hasty
manner, and he hid himself behind the door where no one could see him.
There he overheard the landlady saying to the men: 'Before my husband
gets home you must go down in the cellar and hide behind the wine-casks.
In the night, when he will be asleep, you must come up and kill him.
Then I shall be satisfied with you!' After a short while her husband
returned from the distillery with some brandy, and the men hurried down
into the cellar. He unloaded the brandy-casks, and went into the house.
He asked his wife for something to eat; but she said there was nothing
in the house. Just then the fool stepped in and asked the innkeeper
whether he could not stay there over night. The landlady got angry at
him and said: 'I told you before that there was no bed here for you!'
But the innkeeper said: 'He will stay here over night!' and the
innkeeper's word was law. He told the fool to sit down at the table with
him, and they started a conversation. The fool accidentally placed his
hand on the hide, which being dry began to crackle. The innkeeper asked
him: 'What makes the hide crackle that way?' and the fool answered: 'It
is talking to me!' 'What does it say?' 'It says that you are hungry, and
that your wife says that there is nothing in the house, but that if you
will look into the oven you will find some dishes.' He went up to the
oven and found there enough for himself and the fool to eat. Then the
hide crackled again, and the innkeeper asked again: 'What does it say?'
'It says that you should start a big fire in the oven!' 'What is the
fire for?' 'I do not know, but you must obey the hide.' So he went and
made a big fire in the oven. Then the hide crackled again. Says he:
'What does the hide say now?' 'It tells to heat kettles of water.' When
the water got hot, the hide crackled again. Then he asked: 'What does
the hide say now?' 'It says that you should take some strong men with
you to the cellar and pour the water behind the wine-casks.' And so he
did. The robbers were all scalded, and they ran away. Then he came
upstairs, and the hide crackled again. Said he: 'Why does it crackle
now?' 'The twelve robbers wanted to kill you at night, because your wife
ordered them to do so.' When the wife heard that, she also ran away.
Then the innkeeper said: 'Sell me your hide!' The fool answered: 'It
costs much money.' 'No matter how much it costs, I shall pay for it, for
it has saved my life.' 'It costs one thousand roubles.' So he gave him
one thousand roubles. The fool went home, and when the brothers heard
that he had sold his hide for one thousand roubles, they killed all
their cattle, and took their hides to Warsaw to sell. They figured that
if their brother's calf brought one thousand roubles, the hides of their
oxen ought to fetch them at least two thousand roubles apiece. When they
asked two thousand roubles apiece, people laughed and offered them a
rouble for each. When they heard that, they went home and upbraided
their brother for having cheated them. But he insisted that he had
received one thousand roubles for his hide, and the brothers left him
alone.

"After a while the fool's wife died. The undertakers wanted one thousand
roubles for her interment. But the fool would not pay that sum. He
placed his wife in a wagon and took her to Warsaw. There he filled the
wagon with fine apples and put the dead body at the head of the wagon
all dressed up. He himself stood at some distance and watched what would
happen. There rode by a Polish count, and as he noticed the fine apples,
he sent his servant to buy some. The servant asked the woman several
times at what price she sold the apples; but as she did not answer him,
he hit her in the face. Then the fool ran up and cried, saying that they
had killed his wife. The count descended from his carriage, and when he
had convinced himself that the woman was really dead, he asked the fool
what he could do to satisfy him. The fool asked five thousand roubles,
and the count paid him. The fool paid the undertaker in Warsaw a few
roubles, and he buried his wife. He returned home and told his brothers
of his having received five thousand roubles for his dead wife. Upon
hearing that, they killed their wives and children and took the dead
bodies to Warsaw to sell. When they arrived in Warsaw, they were asked
what they had in their wagons. They said: 'Dead bodies for sale.' The
people began to laugh, and said that dead bodies had to be taken to the
cemetery. There was nothing left for the brothers to do but to take them
to the cemetery and have them buried.

"They wept bitterly, and swore that they would take revenge on their
brother. And so they did. When they arrived home, they told him that
they wished to make him a prince. They enticed him for that purpose into
a bag, and wanted to throw him into the water. They went away to find a
place where they could throw him in without being noticed. In the
meanwhile the fool kept on crying in the bag that he did not care to be
a prince, that he wished to get out of the bag. Just then a rich Polish
merchant drove by. When he heard the cries in the bag, he stepped down
from his carriage and asked the fool why he was crying so. He said: 'I
do not want to be a prince!' So he untied him and said: 'Let me get into
the bag and be made a prince! I shall make you a present of my horses
and my carriage, if you will let me be a prince.' The rich man crept
into the bag, and the fool tied it fast. He went into the carriage and
drove away. The brothers came, picked up the bag, and threw it into the
water. The fool watched their doings from a distance. The brothers were
sure they had drowned the fool and returned home. The next morning they
were astonished to see their brother driving around town in a fine
carriage. They asked him: 'Where did you get that?' He answered: 'In the
water.' 'Are there more of them left?' 'There are finer ones down
there.' So they went down to the water's edge, and they agreed that one
of them should leap in and see if there were any carriages left there,
and if he should find any, he was to make a noise in the water, when the
other one would follow him. One of them leaped in, and beginning to
drown, began to splash the water. The other, thinking his brother was
calling him, also jumped in, and they were both drowned. The fool became
the sole heir of all their property; he married again, and is now living
quite happily."

       *       *       *       *       *

Corresponding to the diffusion of folklore among the Jews, their store
of popular beliefs, superstitions, and medicine is unlimited. Their
mysterious world is peopled with the imaginary beings of the Talmud, the
creatures of German mythology, and the creations of the Slavic popular
mind. These exist for them, however, not as separate entities, but as
transfused into an organic whole in which the belief of Babylonia and
Assyria has much of the outward form of the superstition of Russia, just
as the spirits of Poland and Germany are made to be brothers to those of
Chaldea and Egypt. To their minds the transmigrated souls of the
_Gilgulim_, the scoffing _Leezim_, the living dead bodies of the
_Meessim_, the possessing _Dibukim_, the grewsome _Scheedim_, are as
real as the _Riesen_ and _Schraetele_ of Germany and the _Nischtgute_
(niedobry), _Wukodlaki_ (werewolf), _Zlidne_, _Upior_ (vampyre), and
_Domowoj_ of Russia. The beast _Reem_ of the Talmud, the _Pipernātter_
(Lindwurm) of Germany are not less known to them than the fabled animals
of Russian fairy tales. In case of sickness they consult with equal
success the miracle-working Rabbi with his lore derived from Talmud and
Cabbala, as the Tartar medicine man (znachar), or get some old woman to
recite the ancient German formula for warding off the evil eye. There is
not an incident in their lives, from their births unto their deaths,
that is not accompanied by its own circle of superstitious rites and
practices.[35]

Their literature, both oral and printed, is also full of evidences of
that popular creative spirit which finds its expression in the form of
maxims and proverbs. One can hardly turn the pages of a novel or comedy
without finding some interesting specimens of this class. But little has
been done to classify them, or even to collect them. The printed
collections of Tendlau and Bernstein contain less than three thousand
proverbs, while the seven thousand saws on which Schwarzfeld bases his
generalizations in a Roumanian periodical (_Anuarul pentru Israeliţi_)
have not yet been published by him.[36]

Equally rich would prove the harvest of popular anecdotes, either as
told of separate individuals, as Herschele Ostropoler, Motke Chabad,
Jōssef Loksch, the wise man of Chelm, and the like, or as applied to the
inhabitants of certain Abderitic towns.[37] Many such collections are
mentioned in the appendix, but they do not by any means exhaust the
stories that are current among the people. Though they generally are of
the same character as those told of Schildburg and Till Eulenspiegel,
and are even borrowings from those German stories, yet they contain so
much original matter, and have been welded into such new forms, that
they deserve the attention of the student of folklore. They also bear
excellent witness to that pungent wit for which the Jews are so justly
famous.




IV. THE FOLKSONG


The Jews have been preëminently inhabitants of towns; their very
admission into Poland was based on the supposition that they would be
instrumental in creating towns and cities, from which the agricultural
Slavs kept aloof. Centuries of city life have incapacitated them for any
other occupation than commerce and artisanship, and have entirely
estranged them from nature. On the other hand, their civil disabilities
and oppression have led them to cling more closely to the Bible and
their religious lore than was customary among their coreligionists in
other lands. It was in these Slavic countries that the Talmud was
rediscovered and that it was introduced to the rest of Judaism. All
these circumstances developed in them a strong retrospective spirit, so
that in the centre of their intellectual horizon stands man in all his
varying moods and vicissitudes of fortune. Consequently all their
folksongs[38] have more or less of a lyrical tinge, and the
consideration of nature is almost entirely absent from them;
occasionally a flower, a natural phenomenon, finds a passing mention in
them, but these are never used for their own intrinsic interest. Outside
of himself, the Jew knows only his duties to God and his duties to man,
as flowing from his duties to God. Not feeling himself as a constituent
part of a nation, having no other union with his fellow-men except that
of religion, he could never rise to the appreciation and formation of an
epic poem, although the material for such a one was present in the very
popular legend of the one-day king, Saul Wahl.[39]

The cradle songs reflect this spirit.[40] While babies of Gentiles hear
meaningless nursery rhymes or comical ditties, Jewish infants are early
made acquainted with the serious aspects of life. They are told of the
ideal of their future occupation, which is commerce, they are spurred on
to 'Tōre,' which is learning, mainly religious, and they are reminded
that they must remain an 'ehrlicher,' _i.e._ an orthodox, Jew. The
following poem is, probably, the most popular song in Judeo-German, as
it is sung from Galicia to Siberia, and from the Baltic provinces to
Roumania:

    Hinter Jankeles Wiegele
    Stēht a klār-weiss Ziegele:
    Ziegele is' gefāhren handlen
    Rožinkelach mit Mandlen.
    Rožinkelach mit Mandlen
    Sanen die beste S-chōre,--
    Jankele wet lernen Tōre,
    Tōre wet er lernen,
    Briewelach wet er schreiben,
    Un' an ehrlicher Jüd'
    Wet er af tomid verbleiben.

     Behind Jacob's cradle there stands a clear white goat: the goat has
     gone a-bartering raisins and almonds. Raisins and almonds are the
     best wares,--Jacob will study the Law, the Law he will study,
     letters he will write, and an honest Jew he will forever remain.

But commerce and learning are not for girls. They are generally
incapacitated for the first by their onerous duties of home; and
learning, at least a knowledge of the Sacred language and its lore, has
never been regarded as a requisite of woman. She received her religious
instruction and ethical training by means of Judeo-German books which
owe their very origin to the necessity of educating her. The name of the
script in which all these books of the past three centuries are printed
is _Weiberdeutsch_, indicating at once the use to which it was put. The
title-pages of the works generally tell that they are 'gar hübsch
bescheidlich far frumme Weiber un' Maidlich,' or that 'die Weiber un'
Meidlich di Weil damit vertreiben die heiligen Täg.' The Biblical
injunction 'fructify and multiply yourself' invests family life with a
special sacredness, throws a gloom over the childless home, and leads
this people to regard motherhood as the ideal state of the Jewish woman.
All these sentiments find frequent expressions in their songs, and while
the infant boy is lulled to sleep with a recitation of his future manly
virtues, the baby girl hears in her cradle, 'In the month of Tamuz, my
little lady, you will become a mother!'

Childhood alone claims exemption from oppressing thoughts and gloom:
childhood must have its merriments, its pranks, its wantonness, no
matter how serious life is to become later, or how soon it is to be
ended. With the Jew youth, indeed, lasts but 'an hour,' and in
after-life he has many an occasion to regret its short duration:

    Jāhren klēine, Jāhren schoene,
    Wās sent ihr asō wēnig dā?
    Ihr sent nor gekummen,
    Me hāt euch schoen aufgenummen,
    Un' sent nor gewe'n bei uns ēin Scho?

    Jāhren junge, Jāhren g'ringe,
    Wās sent ihr asō gich aweg?
    Es seht euch nit kēin Äugel,
    Es derjāgen euch nit die Voegel,
    Ihr sent aweg gār ohn' ein Eck'!

     Little years, beautiful years, why are there so few of you? You had
     scarcely come, you were well received, and you stayed but an hour
     with us!--Young years, light years, why have you passed so quickly?
     Not an eye can see you, not a bird can fly as swiftly, you have
     passed without return!

The number of ditties sung by children is very great. They do not in
general differ from similar popular productions of other nations, either
in form or content; some are evidently identical with German songs,
while a few are Slavic borrowings.

But there are two classes of songs peculiarly Jewish: the mnemonic lines
for the study of Hebrew words, and those that depict the ideal course of
a boy's life. To the second belongs:

    A klēine Weile wöllen mir spielen,
    Dem Kind in Cheeder wöllen mir führen,
    Wet er lernen a Pāar Schures,
    Wöllen mir hören gute Pschures,
    Gute Pschures mit viel Mailes,
    Zu der Chupe paskenen Schailes,
    's 'et sein gefällen der ganzer Welt,
    Chossen-kale--a vulle Geld,
    A vulle Geld mit Masel-broche,
    Chossen-kale--a schoene Mischpoche,
    Schoene Mischpoche mit schoenem Trest,
    Ābgestellt auf drei Jahr Köst.

     A little while we shall play, we shall lead the child to school;
     there he will learn a few lines, and we shall get good reports,
     good reports with many good things, and he will settle religious
     disputes upon his wedding day. The whole world will be
     satisfied,--bridegroom and bride--a purse full of money; full of
     money, may it bring blessings; bridegroom and bride--a fine family;
     a fine family with fine apparel, and at their house you'll stay
     three years.

The man's career used to run in just such a stereotyped manner: at a
tender age, when children have not yet learned to properly articulate
their speech, he was sent to the Cheeder, the elementary Jewish school;
long before the romantic feeling has its rise in youth, he was betrothed
and married; but unable to earn a livelihood for the family with which
he prayed to be blessed, he had to stay for a number of years with his
parents or parents-in-law, eating 'Köst,' or board; this time he
generally passed in the Talmud school, perfecting himself in the
casuistry of religious discussion, while the woman at once began to care
for her ever-increasing family. Under such conditions love could not
flourish, at least not that romantic love of which the young Gentiles
dream and which finds its utterance in their popular poetry. The word
'love' does not exist in the Judeo-German dictionary, and wherever that
feeling, with which they have become acquainted only since the middle
of this century, is to be named, the Jews have to use the German word
'Liebe.' The man's hope was to marry into some 'schoene Mischpoche,' a
good and respected family, while the girl's dream was to get a husband
who was well versed in 'rabonische Tōre,' _i.e._ Jewish lore. While the
boy, by his occupation with the Bible and the Talmud, was taught to look
on marriage as on an act pleasing to God, the girl was freer to allow
her fancy to roam in the realms bordering on the sensations of love:

    Schoen bin ich, schoen, un' schoen is' mein Nāmen:
    Redt män mir Schiduchim vun grōsse Rabonim.
    Rabonische Tōre is' sēhr grōss,
    Un' ich bei mein Mamen a züchtige Rōs'.
    A Rōs' is' auf'n Dach,
    A lichtige Nacht,
    Wasser is' in Stub, Holz is' in Haus,
    Welchen Bocher hāb' ich feind, treib' ich ihm araus!
    Fischelach in Wasser, Kräppelach in Puter,
    Welchen Bocher hāt mich feind, a Ruch in sein Mutter!

     Pretty I am, pretty, and pretty is my name; they talk of great
     rabbis as matches for me. Rabbi's learning is very great, but I am
     a treasured rose of my mother's. A rose upon the roof, a clear
     night; water is in the room, wood is in the house,--If I love not a
     boy, I drive him away! Fish in the water, fritters in butter,--If a
     boy love me not, cursed be his mother!

But such an exultation of free choice could be only passing, as the
match was made without consulting her feelings in the matter; her
greatest concern was that she might be left an old maid, while her
companions passed into the ordained state of matrimony. Songs embodying
this fear are quite common; the following is one of them:

    Sitz' ich mir auf'n Stēin,
    Nemmt mir ān a grōss Gewēin:
    Alle Maedlach hāben Chassene,
    Nor ich bleib' allēin.
    Oi wēh, Morgenstern!
    Wenn well ich a Kale wer'n,
    Zi heunt, zi morgen?
    A schoene Maedel bin ich doch
    Un' a reichen Taten hāb' ich doch!

     I sit upon a stone, and am seized by great weeping: all girls get
     married, but I remain single. Woe to me, morning star! When shall I
     become a bride, to-day or to-morrow? I surely am a pretty girl, and
     I have a rich father!

In the more modern songs in which the word 'love' is used, that word
represents the legitimate inclination for the opposite sex which
culminates in marriage.

Now that love and love matches are not uncommon, it is again woman who
is the strongest advocate of them; love songs addressed by men to women
are rare, and they may be recited with equal propriety by the latter.
The chief characteristic of woman's love, as expressed in them, is
constancy and depth of feeling.

    Schwarz bist du, schwarz, asō wie a Zigeuner,
    Ich hāb' gemēint, as du we'st sein meiner;
    Schwarz bist du, āber mit Cheen,
    Für wemen du bist mies, für mir bist du schoen;
    Schoen bist du wie Silber, wie Gold,--
    Wer's hāt dich feind un' ich hāb' dich hold.
    Vun alle Fehlern känn a Doktor ābhēilen,
    Die Liebe vun mein Herzen känn ich var Kēinem nit derzaehlen.

     Black you are, black as a Gypsy, I thought you would always be
     mine; black you are, but with grace,--for others you may be homely,
     but for me you are handsome; handsome you are, like silver, like
     gold,--let others dislike you, but I love you. Of all troubles a
     doctor can cure, the love in my heart I can tell to no one.

Many are the songs of pining for the distant lover; they show all the
melancholy touches of similar Slavic love ditties, and are the most
poetical of all the Jewish songs. They range from the soft regrets of
the lover's temporary absence to the deep and gloomy despair of the
betrothed one's death, though the latter is always tempered by a
resignation which comes from implicit faith in the ways of Heaven. Here
are a few of them in illustration of the various forms which this pining
assumes:

    Bei 'm Breg Wasser thu' ich stēhn
    Un' känn zu dir nit kummen,
    Oi, vun weiten rufst du mich,
    Ich känn āber nit schwimmen!

     At the water's edge I do stand, and I cannot get to you. Oh, you
     call me from afar, but I cannot swim!

    Finster is' mein' Welt,
    Mein' Jugend is' schwarz,
    Mein Glück is' verstellt,
    Es fault mir mein Harz.

    Es zittert mir jetwider Eewer,
    Es kühlt mir dās Blut,
    Mit dir in ēin Keewer
    Wet mir sein gut.

    Ach, wās willst du, Mutter, hāben,
    Wās mutschest da dein Kind?
    Wās willst du mir begrāben?
    Für wāssere Sünd'?

    Ich hāb' kēin Nachas geha't,
    Nor Leiden un' Kummer,
    Ich welk' wie ein Blatt,
    Wie ein Blum' Ssof Summer.

    Wu nemm' ich mein' Freund
    Chotsch auf ēin Scho?
    Alle hāben mir feind
    Un' du bist nit dā!

     Dark is my world; my youth is black, my fortune is veiled, my heart
     is decaying.--Every limb of mine is trembling; my blood grows
     cold; I should feel well with you in one grave.--Oh, what do you
     want of me, mother? Why do you vex your child? Why do you wish to
     bury me? For what sins of mine?--I have had no joy, only suffering
     and sorrow. I am fading like a leaf, like a flower at the end of
     summer.--Where shall I find my friend but for one hour? No one
     loves me, and you are not here.

With the same feeling that prompts the Jewish woman to repeat the
prayer, 'O Lord, I thank Thee that Thou hast created me according to Thy
will!' while the man prays, 'I thank Thee that Thou hast created me a
man,' she regards her disappointments in love as perfectly natural; and
the inconstancy of man, which forms the subject of all songs of unhappy
love, does not call forth recriminations and curses, which one would
expect, but only regrets at her own credulity.

One would imagine that the wedding day must appear as the happiest in
the life of the woman, but such is not the case. With it begin all the
tribulations for which she is singled out; and the jest-maker, who is
always present at the ceremony of uniting the pair, addresses the bride
with the words:

     Bride, bride, weep! The bridegroom will send you a pot full of
     horseradish, and that will make you snivel unto your very teeth,

inviting her to weep instead of smiling, and he follows this doggerel
with a discussion of the vanities of life and the sadness of woman's
lot. Even if her marital happiness should be unmarred by any
unfaithfulness of her husband,--and Jewish men for the greater part are
good husbands and fathers,--there are the cares of earning the daily
bread, which frequently fall on the woman, while the stronger vessel is
brooding over some Talmudical subtleties; there are the eternal worries
over the babies, and, worst of all, the proverbial mother-in-law, if
the wife chances to board with her for the first few years after
marriage. The ideal of the Jewess is but a passing dream, and no one can
escape the awakening to a horrible reality:

    A Maedele werd a Kale
    In ēin Rege, in ēin Minut,
    Mit ihr freuen sich Alle
    Die Freud' is' nor zu ihr.

    Der Chossen schickt Presenten,
    Sie werd gār neu geboren,
    Wenn sie thut sich ān,
    Wünscht sie ihm lange Jāhren.

    Sie gēht mit'n Chossen spazieren
    Un' thut in Spiegele a Kuck,
    Stēhen Ōlem Menschen
    Un' seinen mekane dem Glück.

    Ot führt män sie zu der Chupe,
    Un' ot führt män sie zurück,
    Stēhen a Kupe Maedlach
    Un' seinen mekane dem Glück.

    Auf morgen nāch der Chupe,
    Die Freimut is' noch in Ganzen:
    Der Chossen sitzt wie a Meelach
    Un' die Kale gēht sich tanzen.

    Drei Jāhr nāch der Chupe
    Der Freimut is schōn arāb:
    Die junge Weibel gēht arum
    Mit a zudrēhter Kopp.

           *       *       *       *       *

    "Oi wēh, Mutter, Mutter,
    Ich will vun dir nit hören,
    Ich wollt' schōn besser wöllen
    Zurück a Maedel wer'n!"

     A girl is made a bride in a moment, in a minute,--all rejoice with
     her, with her alone.--The groom sends presents, she feels all
     new-born, when she attires herself, she wishes him long
     years.--She gets ready to walk with the bridegroom, and looks into
     the mirror,--there stands a crowd of people who envy her her good
     luck.--Now she is led to the baldachin, now she is led back
     again,--there stands a bevy of girls who envy her her luck.--The
     next day after the marriage,--the joy is still with them: the
     bridegroom sits like a king, the bride is a-dancing.--Three years
     after the marriage,--the joy has left them: the young woman walks
     around with a troubled head.... 'Woe to me, mother, mother, I do
     not want to hear of you,--I should like, indeed, to be a young girl
     again.'

Pathetic are the recitals of suffering at the house of her husband's
parents, where she is treated worse than a menial, where she is without
the love of a mother to whom she is attached more than to any one else,
and where she ends miserably her young years:[41]

    Mein' Tochter, wu bist du gewesen?
    Bei'm Schwieger un' Schwähr,
    Wās brummt wie a Bär,
    Mutter du liebe, du meine!

    Mein Tochterl, awu hāst du dorten gesessen?
    Auf a Bank,
    Kēinmāl nit geramt,
    Mutter du liebe, du meine!

    Mein' Tochter, awu hāst du dorten geschlāfen?
    Auf der Erd,
    Kēinmāl nit gekehrt, etc.

    Tochterulu, wās hāt män dir gegeben zu Koppen?
    A Säckele Hēu,
    In Harzen is' wēh, etc.

    Tochterulu, in wās hāt män dir geführt?
    In kowanem Wāgen,
    Mit Eisen beschlāgen, etc.

    Tochterl, über wās hāt män dir geführt?
    Über a Brück',
    Kēinmāl nit zurück, etc.

    Tochterulu, mit wās hāt män dir geführt?
    Mit a Ferd,
    Jung in der Erd',
    Mutter du liebe, du meine!

     My daughter, where have you been?--At mother-in-law's and
     father-in-law's, who growls like a bear, mother dear, mother
     mine!--My daughter, where did you sit there?--Upon a bench never
     cleaned, mother dear, mother mine!--My daughter, where did you
     sleep there?--Upon the ground, never swept, etc.--Daughter dear,
     what did they lay under your head?--A bag of hay, in my heart there
     is a pain, etc.--Daughter dear, in what did they drive you?--In a
     wagon covered with iron bands, etc.--Daughter dear, over what did
     they lead you?--Over a bridge, never back, etc.--Daughter dear,
     with what did they drive you?--With a horse, young into the earth,
     mother dear, mother mine!

Equally pathetic are the songs that sing of widowhood. This is a far
more common occurrence among Jews than among other people and causes
much greater inconveniences to the helpless woman. It is caused either
by the natural occurrences of death or by self-assumed exile to escape
military service which is naturally not to the tastes of the Jew, as we
shall see later, or frequently by ruthless abandonment. This latter case
is the result of early marriages in which the contracting parties are
not considered as to their tastes; often the young man finds awakening
in himself an inclination for higher, Gentile, culture, but he finds his
path impeded by the ties of family and the gross interests of his
consort. If he can, he gets a divorce from her, but more frequently he
leaves her without further ado, escaping to Germany or America to pursue
his studies. His wife is made an _Agune_, a grass-widow, who, according
to the Mosaic law, may not marry again until his death has been duly
certified to:

    Auf'n Barg stēht a Täubele,
    Sie thut mit ihr Pāar brummen,
    Ich hāb' geha't a guten Freund
    Un' kann zu ihm nit kummen.

    Bächen Trähren thuen sich
    Vun meine Äugen rinnen,
    Ich bin geblieben wie a Spändele
    Auf dem Wasser schwimmen.

    Gār die Welt is auf mir gefallen,
    Seit ich bin geblieben allēin,
    Sitz' ich doch Tāg un' Nacht
    Jāmmerlich un' wēin'.

    Teichen Trähren thuen sich
    Rinnen vun meine Äugen,
    Ich soll hāben Fliegelach,
    Wollt' ich zu ihm geflōgen.

    Lēgt sich, Kinderlach, alle arum mir,
    Euer Tate is' vun euch vertrieben.
    Klēine Jessomim sent ihr doch
    Un' ich bin ein Almone geblieben.

     On the mountain stands a dove; she is cooing to her brood: I have
     had a good friend, and I cannot get to him.--Brooks of tears flow
     out of my eyes; I am left like a piece of wood swimming on the
     water.--The whole world has fallen upon me since I am left alone; I
     sit day and night and weep bitterly.--Rivers of tears pour forth
     from my eyes. If I had wings I should fly to him.--Lie down,
     children, all around me! Your father has been taken away from you:
     You are now young orphans, and I am left a widow.

As sad as the widow's is the lot of the orphan. Fatherless and
motherless, he seems to be in everybody's way, and no matter what he
does, he is not appreciated by those he comes in contact with. There are
many songs of the dying mother who finds her last moments embittered by
the thought that her children will suffer privations and oppression from
their stepmother and from other unkind people. There are also beggar's
songs which tell that the singers were driven to beggary through loss of
parents. The following verses, touching in their simplicity, recite the
sad plight of an orphan:

    Wasser schaumt, Wasser schaumt,
    Thut män ganz weit hören,--
    Wenn es starbt der Vāter-Mutter,
    Giesst der Jossem mit Trähren.

    Der Jossem gēht, der Jossem gēht,
    Der Jossem thut gār umsüst,--
    Leut' schatzen, Leut' sāgen,
    As der Jossem täug' gār nischt

    Der Jossem gēht, der Jossem gēht,
    Un' in Zar un' in Pein,--
    Leut' schatzen, Leut' sāgen,
    As der Jossem is' schicker vun Wein.

    Bei meine Freund', bei meine Freund'
    Wachst Weiz un' Körner,--
    Bei mir Jossem, bei mir Jossem
    Wachst doch Grās un' Dörner.

    Gottunju, Gottunju,
    Gottunju du mein,
    Wās hāst du mich nit beschaffen
    Mit dem Masel wie meine Freund?

     Water foams, water foams, one can hear afar. When father and mother
     die the orphan sheds tears.--The orphan goes, the orphan goes, the
     orphan does all in vain. People judge, people say that the orphan
     is good for nothing.--The orphan goes, the orphan goes, in pain and
     in sorrow. People judge, people say that the orphan is drunk with
     wine.--With my friends, with my friends there grows wheat and
     grain. With me, orphan, with me, orphan, there grow but grass and
     thorns.--Dear God, dear God, dear God of mine! Why have you not
     created me with the same luck as my friends have?

The tender feelings of love, replete with sorrows and despair, are left
almost entirely to women; men are too busy to sing of love, or less
romantic in their natures. But they are not entirely devoid of the
poetic sentiment, and they join the weaker sex in rhythmic utterance,
whenever they are stirred to it by unusual incidents that break in on
their favorite attitude of contemplation and peaceful occupations. Such
are military service, the _pogroms_, or mob violence, and riots
periodically instituted against the Jewish population, expatriation, and
the awful days of Atonement. On these occasions they rise to all the
height of feeling that we have found in the other productions, and the
expression of their attachment to their parents, wives, and children is
just as tender and pathetic. The Russian Jew is naturally averse to the
profession of war. He is not at all a coward, as was demonstrated in the
Russo-Turkish War, in which he performed many a deed of bravery; but
what can be his interest to fight for a country which hardly recognizes
him as a citizen and in which he cannot rise above the lowest ranks in
civil offices or in the army, although he is called to shed his blood on
an equal footing with his Christian or Tartar fellow-soldier? Before the
reign of Nicholas he was regarded beyond the pale of the country's
attention and below contempt as a warrior; he was expected to pay toward
the support of the country, but was not allowed to be its defender in
times of war. He easily acquiesced in this state of affairs, and learned
to regard the payment of taxes as a necessary evil and the exemption
from enlistment as a privilege. Things all of a sudden changed with the
ukase of Emperor Nicholas, by which not only military service was
imposed on all the Jews of the realm, but the most atrocious regime was
inaugurated to seize the persons who might elude the vigilance of the
authorities. A whole regiment of _Chapers_, or catchers, were busy
searching out the whereabouts of men of military age, tearing violently
men from wives, fathers from infant children, minors from their parents.
The terror was still increased by the order of 'cantonment,' by which
young children of tender age were stolen from their mothers to be sent
into distant provinces to be farmed out to peasants, where it was hoped
they would forget their Hebrew origin and would be easily led into the
folds of the Greek-Catholic Church.[42]

This sad state of affairs is described in a long poem, a kind of a
rhymed chronicle of the event; it lies at the foundation of many later
lyrical expressions dealing with the aversion to military service, even
at a time when it was divested of the horrors of Nicholas' regime. Under
the best conditions, the time spent in the service of the Czar might
have been more profitably used for the study of the Bible and
commentaries to the same, is the conclusion of several of such poems:

    Ich gēh' arauf auf'n Gass'
    Derlangt män a Geschrēi: "A Pass, a Pass!"
    A Pass, a Pass hāb' ich gethān verlieren,
    Thut män mir in Prijom areinführen.
    Führt män mir arein in ersten Cheeder,
    Thut män mir aus mein' Mutters Kleider.
      Och un' wēh is' mir nischt geschehn,
      Wās ich hāb' mir nit arumgesehn!

    Führt män mir arein in andern Cheeder,
    Thut män mir ān soldatske Klēider.
      Och un' wēh is' mir nit geschehn, etc.

    Führt män mir arein in Schul' schwören,
    Giesst sich vun mir Teichen Trähren.
      Och un' wēh is mir nit geschehn, etc.

    Ēhder zu trāgen dem Kēissers Hütel,
    Besser zu lernen dem Kapitel,
      Och un' wēh is' mir nit geschehn, etc.

    Ēhder zu essen dem Kēissers Kasche,
    Besser zu lernen Chumesch mit Rasche.
      Och un' wēh is mir nit geschehn,
      Wās ich hāb' mir nit arumgesehn!

     I walk in the street,--they cry: "A passport, a passport!" The
     passport, the passport I have lost. They take me to the enlisting
     office. They lead me into the first room. They take off the clothes
     my mother made me. Woe unto me that I have not bethought myself in
     time!--They lead me into the second room; they put on me a
     soldier's uniform. Woe unto me, etc.--They lead me into the
     synagogue to take my oath, and rivers of tears roll down my face.
     Woe unto me, etc.--Rather than wear the cap of the Czar--to study a
     chapter of religious lore. Woe unto me, etc.--Rather than eat the
     Czar's buckwheat mush--to study the Bible with its commentaries.
     Woe unto me that I have not bethought myself in time!

Other soldier songs begin with a detailed farewell to parents, brothers,
sisters, and friends, after which follows a recital of the many
privations to which the Jewish soldier will be subjected; in all of
these, the forced absence from wife or bride is regarded as the greatest
evil.

The cup of bitterness has never been empty for the Jews that inhabit the
present Russian Empire; they had been persecuted by Poland, massacred by
the Cossacks, and are now exiled from the central provinces of Russia.
Each massacre, each 'pogrom,' has given rise to several poems, in which
God is invoked to save them from their cruel tormentors, or in which
there are given graphic descriptions of the atrocities perpetrated on
the unwary. Like the soldier songs, they vary in form from the chronicle
in rhymes to the metrical lyric of modern times. The oldest recorded
rhymed chronicle of this kind is the one that tells of the blood bath
instituted in the Ukraine in the middle of last century. The simple,
unadorned recital of inhumanities concocted by the fertile imagination
of a Gonto, a Silo, a Maxim Zhelezniak, produces a more awful effect
than any studied poem could do.[43]

It is no wonder, then, that the Jew takes a gloomy view of life, and
that whenever he rises to any generalizations, he gives utterance to the
blackest pessimism. One such poem depicts the vanities of human life,
into which one is born as into a prison, from which one is freed at best
at the Biblical age of three score and ten, to leave all the gold and
silver to the surviving orphans. There is but one consolation in life,
and that is, that _Tōre_, 'learning,' will do one as much good in the
other world as it does in this. And yet, under all these distressing
circumstances, the Jew finds pleasure in whole-hearted laughter. His
comical ditties may be divided into two classes,--those in which he
laughs at his own weaknesses, and those in which he ridicules the
weaknesses of the Khassidim, the fanatical sect, among whom the Rabbis
are worshipped as saints and are supposed to work miracles. This sect is
very numerous in Poland and South Russia, is very ignorant, and has
opposed progress longer than the Misnagdim, to which sect the other
German Jews in Russia belong. As an example of the first class may serve
a poem in which poverty is made light of:

    Ferd' hāb' ich vun Paris:
    Drei ohn' Köpp', zwēi ohn' Füss'.
      Ladrizem bam, ladrizem bam.

    A Rock hāb' ich vun guten Tuch,
    Ich hāb' vun ihm kein Bröckel Duch.
      Ladrizem, etc.

    Stiewel hāb' ich vun guten Leder,
    Ich hāb' vun see kein Bröckel Feder.
      Ladrizem, etc.

    Kinder hāb' ich a drei Tuz',
    Ich hāb' vun see kein Bröckel Nutz.
      Ladrizem, etc.

    Jetzt hāb' ich sich arumgetracht
    Un' hāb' vun see a Barg Asch' gemacht.
      Ladrizem bam, ladrizem bam.

     Horses I have from Paris, three without heads, and two without
     feet,--ladrizem bam, etc.--A coat I have of good cloth,--I have not
     a trace left of it.--Boots I have of good leather, not a feather's
     weight have I left of them.--Children I have some three dozen,--I
     get no good out of them.--So I fell a-thinking and made a heap of
     ashes of them.

The sensuality, intemperance, and profound ignorance and superstition of
the _Rebe_, or Rabbi, of the Khassidim, and the credulity and
lightheartedness of his followers, form, perhaps, the subject of the
most poems in the Judeo-German language, as they also form the main
subject of attack in the written literature of the last forty years.




V. PRINTED POPULAR POETRY


The author of a recent work on the history of culture among the Galician
Jews[44] has pointed out how at the end of the last century the
Mendelssohnian Reform, and with it worldly education, took its course
through Austria into Galicia, to appear half a century later in Russia.
This quicker awakening in the South was not due to geographical position
alone, but in a higher degree to political and social causes as well.
The language of enlightenment was at first naturally enough a modernized
form of the Hebrew, for the literary German was not easily accessible to
the Jews of Galicia in the period immediately following the division of
Poland. Besides, although books had been printed in Judeo-German for the
use of women and 'less knowing' men, the people with higher culture, to
whom alone the Mendelssohnian Reform could appeal, looked with disdain
on the profane dialect of daily intercourse. When, however, the time had
come to carry the new instruction to the masses, the latter had become
sufficiently familiar with the German language to be able to dispense
with the intermediary native Jargon.[45] Consequently little opportunity
was offered here for the development of a dialect literature.

While the Jews of the newly acquired provinces were becoming more and
more identified with their coreligionists of German Austria, their
Russian and Polish brethren in the Russian Empire were by force of
circumstances departing gradually from all but the religious union with
them, and were drifting into entirely new channels. Previous to the
reign of Nicholas I., their civil disabilities barred them from a closer
contact in language and feeling with their Gentile fellow-citizens,
while their distance from Germany excluded all intellectual relations
with that country. The masses were too downtrodden and ignorant to
develop out of themselves any other forms of literature than the one of
ethical instruction and stories current in the previous century. In the
meanwhile the Haskala, as the German school was called, had found its
way into Russia through Galicia, and such men as J. B. Levinsohn, A. B.
Gottlober, M. Gordon, Dr. S. Ettinger, had become its warmest advocates.
They threw themselves with all the ardor of their natures upon the new
doctrine, and tried to correct the neglected education of their
childhood by a thorough study of German culture. It was but natural for
them to pass by the opportunities offered in their country's language
and to seek enlightenment abroad: the Jews were a foreign nation at
home, without privileges or duties, except those of paying taxes, while
from Germany, their former abiding-place, there shone forth the promise
of a salvation from obscurantism and spiritual death. Henceforth the
word 'German' became in Russia the synonym of 'civilized,' and a
'German' was tantamount to 'reformed' and 'apostate' with the masses,
for to them culture could appear only as the opposite of their narrow
Ghetto lives and gross superstition.

The inauguration of the military regime by Nicholas was in reality only
meant as a first step in giving civil rights to the Jews of his realm;
this reform was later followed by the establishment of Rabbinical
schools at Wilna and Zhitomir, and the permission to enter the Gymnasia
and other institutions of learning. The Jews were, however, slow in
taking advantage of their new rights, as they had become accustomed to
look with contempt and fear on Gentile culture, and as they looked with
suspicion on the Danaid gifts of the government. The enlightened
minority of the Haskala, anxious to lead their brethren out of their
crass ignorance and stubborn opposition to the cultural efforts of the
Czar, began to address them in the native dialects of their immediate
surroundings and to elicit their attention almost against their will.
Knowing the weakness of the Jews for tunable songs, they began to supply
them with such in the popular vein, now composing one with the mere
intention to amuse, now to direct them to some new truth.[46] These
poems, like the dramas and prose writings by this school of writers
previous to the sixties, were not written down, but passed orally or in
manuscript form from town to town, from one end of Russia to the other,
often changing their verses and forming the basis for new popular
creations. The poet's name generally became dissociated from each
particular poem; nay, in the lapse of time the authors themselves found
it difficult to identify their spiritual children. An amusing incident
occurred some time ago when the venerable and highly reputed poet, J. L.
Gordon, had incorporated a parody of Heine's 'Two Grenadiers' among his
collection of popular poems, for a plain case was made out against him
by the real parodist. Gordon at once publicly apologized for his
unwitting theft by explaining how he had found it in manuscript among
his papers and had naturally assumed it to be his own production.[47]
Another similar mistake was made by Gottlober's daughter, who named to
me a dozen of current songs which she said belonged to her father,
having received that information from himself, but which on close
examination were all but one easily proven as belonging to other
poets.[48]

Most difficult of identification are now Gottlober's poems,[49] he
having never brought out himself a collective volume of his verses,
although he certainly must have written a great number of them as early
as the thirties when he published his comedy 'Dās Decktuch.' Those that
have been printed later in the periodicals are either translations or
remodellings of well-known poems in German, Russian, and Hebrew; but
even they have promptly been caught by the popular ear. The one
beginning 'Ich lach' sich vun euere Traten aus,' in which are depicted
humorously the joys of the Jewish recluse, has been pointed out by
Katzenellenbogen as a remodelling of a poem that appeared in a Vienna
periodical;[50] the sources of some of the others he mentions himself,
while the introductory poem in his comedy is a translation of Schiller's
'Der Jüngling am Bache.' From these facts it is probably fair to assume
that most, if not all, of his other poems are borrowings from other
literatures, preëminently German. This is also true of his other
productions, which will be mentioned in another place. Nevertheless he
deserves an honorable place among the popular poets, as his verses are
written in a pure dialect of the Southern variety,--he is a native of
Constantin in the Government of Volhynia,--and as they have been very
widely disseminated.

No one has exercised a greater influence on the succeeding generation of
bards than the Galician Wolf Ehrenkranz, better known as Welwel Zbarżer,
_i.e._ from Zbaraż, who half a century ago delighted small audiences in
Southern Russia with his large repertoire. There are still current
stories among those who used to know him then, of how they would entice
him to their houses and treat him to wine and more wine, of which he was
inordinately fond, how when his tongue was unloosened he would pour
forth improvised songs in endless succession, while some of his hearers
would write them down for Ehrenkranz's filing and finishing when he
returned to his sober moods. These he published later in five volumes,
beginning in the year 1865 and ending in 1878. While there had
previously appeared poems in Judeo-German in Russia, he did not dare to
publish them in Galicia except with a Hebrew translation, and this
method was even later, in the eighties, adopted by his countrymen
Apotheker and Schafir. Ehrenkranz has employed every variety of folksong
known to Judeo-German literature except historical and allegorical
subjects. Prominent among them are the songs of reflection. Such, for
example, is 'The Nightingale,' in which the bird complains of the
cruelty of men who expect him to sing sweetly to them while they enslave
him in a cage, but the nightingale is the poet who in spite of his
aspiration to fly heavenwards must sing to the crowd's taste, in order
to earn a living. In a similar way 'The Russian Tea-machine,' 'The
Mirror,' 'The Theatre,' and many others serve him only as excuses to
meditate on the vanity of life, the inconstancy of fortune, and so
forth.

'The Gold Watch' is one of a very common type of songs of dispute that
have been known to various literatures in previous times and that are
used up to the present by Jewish bards. They range in length from the
short folksong consisting of but one question and answer to a long
series of stanzas, or they may become the subject of long discussions
covering whole books. In 'The Gold Watch' the author accuses the watch
of being unjust in complaining and in allowing its heart to beat so
incessantly, since it enjoys the privilege of being worn by fine ladies
and gentlemen, of never growing old, of being clad in gold and precious
stones. Each stanza of the question ends with the words:

    Wās fehlt dir, wās klapt dir dās Herz?

The watch's answer is that it must incessantly work, that it is
everybody's slave, that it is thrown away as useless as soon as it
stops. So, too, is man. Upon this follows what is generally known as a
_Zuspiel_, a byplay, a song treating the contrary of the previous matter
or serving as a conclusion to the same. The _Zuspiel_ to 'The Gold
Watch' is entitled ''Tis Best to Live without Worrying.' There is a
series of songs in his collection which might be respectively entitled
'Memento mori' and 'Memento vivere.' Such are 'The Tombstone' and 'The
Contented,' 'The Tombstone-cutter' and 'The Precentor,' 'The Cemetery,'
and 'While you Live, you Must not Think of Death.' The cemetery, the
gravedigger, the funeral, are themes which have a special fascination
for the Jewish popular singers, who nearly all of them have written
songs of the same character.

Another kind of popular poetry is that which deals with some important
event, such as 'The Cholera in the Year 1866,' or noteworthy occurrence,
as 'The Leipsic Fair,' which, however, like the previously mentioned
poems, serves only as a background for reflections. There are also,
oddly enough, a few verses of a purely lyrical nature in which praises
are sung to love and the beloved object. These would be entirely out of
place in a Jewish songbook of the middle of this century had they been
meant solely as lyrical utterances; but they are used by Ehrenkranz only
as precedents for his 'Zuspiele,' in which he makes a Khassid contrast
the un-Jewish love of the reformed Jew with his own blind adoration of
his miracle-working Rabbi. These latter, and the large number of Khassid
songs scattered through the five volumes, form a class for themselves.
The lightheartedness, ignorance, superstitions, and intemperance of
these fanatics form the butt of ridicule of all who have written in
Judeo-German in the last fifty years, but no one has so masterfully
handled the subject as Ehrenkranz, for he has treated it so deftly by
putting the songs in the mouth of a Khassid that half the time one is
not quite sure but that he is in earnest and the poems are meant as
glorifications of Khassidic blissfulness. It is only when one reads the
fine humor displayed in 'The Rabbi on the Ocean' that one is inclined to
believe that the extravagant miracles performed by the Rabbi were
ascribed to him in jest only. Owing to this quality of light raillery,
the songs have delighted not only the scoffers, but it is not at all
unusual to hear them recited by Khassidim themselves.

Ehrenkranz also has some songs in which are described the sorrows of
various occupations,--a kind of poetry more specially cultivated by
Berel Broder. Of the latter little is known except that he composed his
songs probably at a time anterior to those just mentioned, that he had
lived at Brody, hence his name, and that he had never published them.
They were collected by some one after his death and published several
times; however, it is likely that several of them are of other
authorship, as is certainly the case with 'The Wanderer,' which belongs
to Ehrenkranz. As has been said above, he prefers to dwell on the many
troubles that beset the various occupations of his countrymen, of the
shepherd, the gravedigger, the wagon-driver, the school teacher, the
go-between, the usurer, the precentor, the smuggler. They are all
arranged according to the same scheme, and begin with such lines as: 'I,
poor shepherd,' 'I, lame beadle,' 'I, miserable driver,' 'I, wretched
school teacher,' and so forth. The best of these, and one of the most
popular of the kind, is probably the 'Song of the Gravedigger.' Of the
two songs of dispute, 'Day and Night' and 'Shoemaker and Tailor,' the
first is remarkable in that each praises the other, instead of the more
common discussions in which the contending parties try to outrival one
another in the display of their virtues.

The style of these two Galicians and their very subject-matter were soon
appropriated by a very large class of folksingers in Russia who amuse
guests at wedding feasts. Before passing over to the writers in Russia
we shall mention the two other Galicians who, writing at a later time,
have remained unknown beyond their own country, but one of whom at least
deserves to be known to a larger circle of readers. The one, David
Apotheker, in his collection 'Die Leier,' pursues just such aims as his
Polish or Russian fellow-bards and is entirely without any local
coloring. The poems are written in a pure dialect, without any
admixture of German words, but their poetic value is small, as they are
much too didactic. Of far higher importance and literary worth are the
productions of his contemporary, Bajrach Benedikt Schafir. Being well
versed in German and Polish literature, he generally imitates the form
of the best poems in those languages and often paraphrases them for his
humble audiences. His language is now almost the literary German, now
his native dialect, according as he sings of high matters or in the
lighter vein. In the introduction to one of his earlier pamphlets
written in a pure German, he says that in Germanizing his native dialect
it has been his purpose so to purify the Jargon that it should become
intelligible even to German Jews. The most of his songs were collected
in 'Melodies from the Country near the River San.' These he divided into
four parts: Jewish national songs, songs of commemoration, songs of
feeling, and comical songs,--the first three, with an elegy on the death
of Moses Montefiore, forming the first part, the comical songs the
second part, of the collection.

The most of the comical songs are in the form of dialogues in which a
German, _i.e._ a Jew of the reformed church, discusses with a Khassid
the advantage of education; in others he describes the ignorance of the
latter. Many of them do not rise above the character of theatre
couplets, but in the lyrical part the tone is better, and in some of his
songs he rivals the best folksingers of Russia. His 'Midnight Prayer'
and 'Greeting to Zion' are touching expressions of longing for the
ancient home, just as 'Przemysl, You my Dear Cradle,' and
'Homesickness,' are full of yearning for his native country. Of the four
songs of commemoration, two deal on the famous accusation, in 1883, of
the use of Gentile blood by the Jews in the Passover ceremony, one
describes the fire in the Vienna Ring theatre, while another narrates a
similar catastrophe in the town of Sheniava.

As early as 1863[51] there was printed in Kiev a volume of songs under
the name of 'The Evil-tongued Wedding-jester,' by Izchak Joel Linetzki.
Before me lies a somewhat later edition of the book: it is published in
a form of rare attractiveness for those days and bears on the title-page
a picture of two men, one in European dress, the other in the garments
of a Khassid, in the attitude of discussion. This illustration has
appeared on all the subsequent editions of the same work; it expresses
the author's purpose, which becomes even more patent in his prose works,
to instruct the Khassidim in the advantages of culture, however, the few
poems in the book devoted to this differ from the usual unconditional
praise of reform, in that they point out that the servile imitator of
the Gentiles is no better than the stubborn advocate of the old regime.
Two of the poems are versified versions of the Psalms, and there are
also the usual songs of reflection, and a song of dispute between the
mirror and the clock. Two of the poems sing of the joys of May,
presenting the rare example of pure lyrics at that early time. These
alone will hold a comparison with the best of Ehrenkranz's songs; the
others are somewhat weak in diction and loose in execution.

Few poets have been so popular in Russia as Michel Gordon and S.
Berenstein were in the past generation, the first singing in the
Lithuanian variety of the language, the second in a southern dialect.
Both published their collections in Zhitomir in 1869, and Gordon wrote
an introductory poem for the book of his friend Berenstein. In this he
indicates the marked contrast that exists in the productions of the two.
While the first writes to chide superstition and ignorance, the other
sings out of pity for his suffering race; while the one sounds the
battle-cry of progress, the other consoles his brothers in their misery;
the one, fearing prosecution from the fanatic Khassidim whom he attacks,
sent his poems out into the world anonymously, the other signed his name
to them. And yet, however unlike in form and content, they were both
pervaded by a warm love for their people whom they were trying to
succor, each one in his own way.

Gordon's[52] poems are of a militant order:[53] he is not satisfied with
indicating the right road to culture, he also sounds the battle-cry of
advance. The keynote is struck in his famous 'Arise, my People!' 'Arise,
my people, you have slept long enough! Arise, and open your eyes! Why
has such a misfortune befallen you alone, that you are asleep until the
midday hour? The sun has now long been out upon the world; he has put
all men upon their feet, but you alone lie crouching and bent and keep
your eyes tightly closed.' In this poem he preaches to his race that
they should assimilate themselves in manners and culture to the ruling
people, that they should abandon their old-fashioned garments and
distinguishing characteristics of long beard and forelock, and that they
should exchange even the language in which he sings to them for the
literary language of the country.

Assimilation was the cry of all the earnest men among the Russian Jews
before the eighties, when the course of events put a damper on the
sanguine expectations from such a procedure. Many of his other poems are
of a humorous nature and have been enormously popular. In 'The Beard,' a
woman laments the loss of that hirsute appendage of her husband, who, by
shaving it off, had come to look like a despised 'German.' 'The Turnip
Soup' and 'I Cannot Understand' are excellent pictures of the ignorance
and superstitious awe of the Khassidim before their equally ignorant and
hypocritical Rabbis; other poems deal with the stupidity of the teachers
of children, and the undue use of spirituous drinks on all occasions of
life.

Two of his earliest poems are devoted to decrying the evil custom of
early marriages, in which the tastes of the contracting parties are not
at all considered. In the one entitled 'From the Marriage Baldachin,' he
paints in vivid colors the course of the married life of a Jew from the
wedding feast through the worries of an ever-increasing family, and the
helplessness of the father to provide for his children, with the
consequent breaking up of the family ties. The catching tune to which
the poem is sung, and all folksongs are naturally set to music,
generally by the authors themselves, and the lifelike picture which it
portrays, have done a great deal to diminish the practice; while the
other, 'My Advice,' addressed to a girl, advising her to exercise her
own free will and reasonable choice of her life's companion, has helped
to eliminate misery and to introduce the element of love in the marital
stage.

In his advocacy of reform, Gordon had in mind the clearing of the Jewish
religion from the accumulated superstitions of the ages which had almost
stifled its virgin simplicity, not an abandonment of any of its
fundamental principles in the ardent desire for assimilation. True
culture is, according to him, compatible with true piety, and a surface
culture, with its accompanying slackness of religious life, is
reprehensible. When he saw that so many had misunderstood the precepts
of those who taught a closer union with the Gentiles in that they
adopted the mere appearances of the foreign civilization and overthrew
the essential virtues of their own faith, he expressed his indignation
in 'The True Education and the False Education,' of which the final
stanza is:

    True culture makes good and mild,
    False culture makes bad and wild.
    The truly-cultured is a fine man,
    The falsely-cultured is a charlatan.

Gordon has also written a ballad, 'The Stepmother,' which has given rise
to a large number of popular imitations. In this he tells of a mother
whose rest in the grave is disturbed by the tears of her child. Upon
learning that the child has been maltreated by his stepmother, she sends
up her voice to God, interceding in her son's behalf, and then addresses
herself to her weeping child, assuring him that God has heard her
prayer.

Berenstein was no less cultured a man than Gordon. His acquaintance with
German literature is evidenced by his motto from Körner, an occasional
quotation from Schiller, and his several epigrams which he frankly
acknowledges as translations or adaptations of German originals. Thus
it happens that Schiller's 'Hoffnung' has been popularized among the
Russian Jews in the form of a stanza of a long poem, 'The False Hope.'
Except for these literary allusions, Berenstein wrote in the true
popular vein. His 'The Cradle,' in which he makes use of the well-known
verses, 'Hinter Jankeles Wiegele,' has become as universal as the oral
cradle song. Its last stanza enjoins the child to sleep well in order to
gather strength for the sufferings of the next day, and this pessimistic
view of life becomes ever after the prevailing tone in the many cradle
songs that have been written by younger men.[54] 'The Sleep' is a
variation on the motto from Körner's 'Tony,' which is put at the head of
it: 'Der Schlummer ist ja ein Friedenhauch vom Himmel--Schlummern kann
nur ein spiegelreines Herz.' 'Young Tears' is one of the very few love
lyrics that appeared in print before the second half of the eighties. In
'The Bar of Soap' Gordon shows that with soap one cannot wash off the
blot from his brow, the sorrow from his heart. 'The Empty Bottle'
describes the loneliness of him who has lost his wealth, and with it his
friends. As a 'byplay' to it follows a pretty lyric, 'Consolation.' A
'byplay' bearing the same name follows an elegy upon the death of an
only son. Several of the poems are devoted to the praise of the
Sabbath, and only two are given to sarcastic attacks on the Khassidim.
In the latter, the words are put in the mouth of a Khassid, who prays to
God that he may send again darkness instead of the victorious light in
order that his kind may the more securely shear their sheep.

Another very popular poet of the sixties was Abraham Goldfaden,[55] who,
in 1876, became the founder of the Jewish theatre. His literary activity
may be roughly divided into the period before, and the period after, the
establishment of the theatre. The first only is the subject of our
present discussion. Like the other two, he published his works in
Zhitomir, which, on account of the Rabbinical school opened there in the
forties, had come to be the rallying ground of all those who were
advocating a progressive Judaism. As the title of his first collection,
'The Jew,' indicates, his poems are all devoted to strictly Jewish
matters. Although he occasionally has recourse to the method of
Ehrenkranz, or, foreshadowing his future career, even descends to the
use of theatre couplets, yet the most of his poems have an individual
character, differing from all of his predecessors. He treats with great
success, and in a large variety of rhymes, the allegorical and the
historical song, sometimes as separate themes, more often by combining
them.

One of the best allegorical poems is the triad, 'The Aristocratic
Marriage.' In the first part, 'The Betrothal,' he tells us how the
humble Egyptian slave, Israel, was betrothed to his aristocratic bride
on Mount Sinai. God was the father who gave away the Law to his son, and
Moses was the _Schadchen_, the go-between, the never-failing concomitant
of a Jewish marriage. The second part describes a typical Jewish
wedding--Israel's entrance into Jerusalem; while the third shows how
Israel has misused his opportunity while living in the house of his
wife's father during the years that immediately follow the marriage. He
committed adultery with idolatry, and God drove him out of his home, but
out of regard for his pious ancestry He allowed him to take his wife
along with him on his wanderings, and promised him that after ages of
repentance He would send him the Messiah to restore him to his former
home.

A similar triad, but of a historical nature, is his well-known 'That
Little Trace of a Jew,' in which he successively portrays the virtues,
the sufferings, and the vices of his race. The last part is identical in
sentiment with Gordon's 'Arise, my People,' and inculcates tolerance for
the various religious parties of the Jews and love of worldly learning.
'The Firebrand' relates the destruction of the Temple; 'Rebecca's Death'
gives a Talmudical version of the event; and 'Cain' tells of his
wanderings over the face of the earth after his killing of his brother,
and his vain search of death. The latter is the most popular of his
Biblical songs. Among the other poems, many of which are of sterling
worth, there must be mentioned his lullaby, whose widespread
dissemination is only second to Berenstein's cradle song.

The poems which Goldfaden has written during his lifetime would fill
several large volumes; they can be found scattered through various
periodicals which have appeared in the last thirty years, and in the
greater part of the dramas which he has composed for the stage which he
has created. Most of these are mere street ballads, but there are some
of a serious nature; of these mention will be made in the chapter on the
theatre. To the best productions of his first, the most original period
of his poetical activity, belong the poems touching women, contained in
the volume entitled 'The Jewess.' From the contents we learn that one of
them is a translation from Béranger, the other from the Russian. It is
also characteristic of the history of Jewish folk-music that one of the
songs, as we are informed in the same place, is to be sung to the tune
of a well-known Russian lullaby, the other with a Little-Russian melody,
while for a third, is mentioned one of M. Gordon's songs.

All the above-mentioned poets belong to what might be termed the German
school. These men were more or less intimately acquainted with German
literature, and frequently borrowed their subject-matter from that
source. They all were active at a time when the conflict between the old
religious life of the Russian Jews and the modern tendencies was at the
highest. They looked for a solution in the reform which, since the days
of Mendelssohn, has become the watchword of progress in Germany. They
hoped finally to substitute even the German language for the
Judeo-German, which they regarded as a corrupted form of German, and,
therefore, named Jargon, an appellation that has stuck to it ever since.
In the meanwhile, the better classes were receiving their instruction in
Russian schools that alienated them alike from the German influence and
from a closer contact with their humble coreligionists. Even such men as
had begun in the forties and fifties as folk-poets, were abandoning
their homely dialect for the literary language of the country. Jehuda
Loeb Gordon, the Hebrew scholar and poet, had given promise of becoming
the greatest of popular singers. Yet, in the seventies, he wrote only in
Hebrew and Russian, and it was only in the eighties, when the riots and
expatriations of the Jews had destroyed all hopes that had been placed
in assimilation, that he returned to compose songs for the consolation
of his humble and unfortunate brothers.[56] J. L. Gordon has written but
few Judeo-German poems, and, of these, not more than nine or ten are
folksongs; but they represent the highest perfection of the older school
of the popular bards. He has not been surpassed by any of them in
simplicity of diction, warmth of feeling, and purity of language. Two of
his oldest poems, 'A Mother's Parting,' and 'A Story of Long-Ago,'
relate, the first, the hardships of a Jewish soldier in the forties; the
second, the horrors of the regime of _Chapers_, the dishonesty and
inhumanity of the _Kahal_, the representative body of the Jewish
community. The newer poems are all of a humoristic nature, except the
one devoted to the praise of 'The Law Written on Parchment' that has
been the consolation of the Jews during their many wanderings and
persecutions.

Parallel with the German school, now overlapping its territory, now
pursuing its own course, ran the class of poetry that had for its
authors the _Badchens_ or _Marschaliks_[57]--the wedding jesters. In
medieval times the jester's function was to amuse the guests at the
wedding, while the more serious discourses were delivered by the Rabbi
and the bridegroom. In Russia he had come to usurp all these functions.
He improvised verses upon the various stages of the marriage ceremony,
delivered the solemn discourses to bridegroom and bride, and furnished
the wit during the banquet. His improvisations were replete with
Biblical and Talmudical allusions, and cabbalistic combinations of the
Hebrew letters of the names of the married couple. His verses were mere
rhyming lines, without form or rhythm, and his jests were often of a low
order and even coarse. The name of 'badchen' came to be the byname of a
coarse, uncultured jester. A change for the better was made in the
second half of the fifties by Eliokum Zunser,[58] then but in his teens,
who had conceived the idea of making the badchen a singer of songs,
rather than a merry person. He was, no doubt, led to make this
innovation through the many new folksongs, by Gordon, Ehrenkranz, and
Berel Broder, that were then current among the people, and that were
received with so much acclamation, both on account of their pleasing
contents and the excellent tunes to which they had been set. In 1861, he
published eight of his songs which he had been singing at weddings. One
of these, at least, 'The Watch,' is merely a differently versified form
of Ehrenkranz's 'The Gold Watch,' which must have reached him in its
oral form, as it was printed only in 1865. Zunser possessed an excellent
voice, and had received a good musical training, and his songs and tunes
spread with astonishing rapidity throughout the whole length and breadth
of Russia, wherever Jews lived, and became also popular in Galicia and
Roumania. This innovation came to stay, and, within a short time, the
host of badchens throughout the country began to sing songs at wedding
feasts. Whoever could, composed songs of his own; whoever was not gifted
with the power of versification, sang the songs of others. These
badchens were the most potent factors in the dissemination of the songs
of the above-mentioned poets, long before they were accessible in a
printed form.

Since it was the badchen's business to amuse, it was natural for Zunser
to adopt the manner of Ehrenkranz and Berel Broder, rather than that of
his countrymen, Gordon and Goldfaden. But to the Russian Jew, that is
amusing which gives him food for reflection, and nature and its
manifestations are interesting to him only in so far as they interpret
man in all his aspects of life and vicissitudes of fortune. It is this
facile power of dissolving external facts in the alembic of his
introspective imagination, that has brought Zunser so near to the
people, and that has made him so popular. He does not possess the
poetical instincts of his contemporaries, Gordon and Ehrenkranz; and
many of his poems are mere plagiarisms from other singers. Yet they
have become better known in the form in which he has sung them than in
their original verses.

All the characteristics of the poets whom he imitates are repeated in
Zunser: we have the dispute in 'The Countryman and the Townsman,' 'The
Old World and the New,' 'Song of Summer and Winter.' The best of his
songs of reflection is 'The Flower,' in which the Jew is compared with a
neglected flower; other poems of the same category are 'The Railroad,'
'The Ferry,' 'The Iron Safe,' 'The Clock,' 'The Bird.' There are also
songs in which he scourges the hypocrite, the usurer, the inordinate
love of innovations and fashion, and some give good pictures of various
incidents in the life of a Russian Jew.

Zunser has had many imitators, and their name is legion; few of them
have been so versatile or have become so popular as he. They delight in
their vocation of badchen, and take pains to mention their profession on
the title-pages of the pamphlets which they publish, and frequently they
try to make their publications more attractive by giving them the title
of 'The Lame Marschalik,' 'The Marschalik with One Eye,' and so forth.
Many of the improvisations of the badchen never see daylight, but pass
in manuscript form to their brothers in the profession. Although, in the
eighties, there has arisen a new class of singers who sing in the manner
of the poets of the literary languages, yet the badchens still recite in
the old style, frequently, however, reflecting the new conditions of
life in their poems. A strange departure has taken place in the
badchen's profession in America, where, under more favorable conditions
of existence and increased well being, there has come to be a greater
demand for amusement; the wedding day is no longer the one day of joy,
but the 'jester' is now invited to entertain companies at any and all
pleasurable meetings. He is now no longer required to create new poems,
but to sing well the current couplets of the day.




VI. OTHER ASPECTS OF POETRY BEFORE THE EIGHTIES


The popular poem, _i.e._ the tunable song, had only two purposes, to
amuse and to prepare a way for the Reform. But these did not exhaust all
the possibilities of poetic compositions and, in fact, were not the only
ones to task the powers of the Judeo-German versifiers. An opportunity
for more extended themes was given the badchens in their songs of
contemplation, in which the moralizing tendency needed only to be
developed at the expense of the allegory, in order to change the song
into a rhymed sermon. Nor was the public unprepared for serious matters,
for the greater part of all Judeo-German literature had been merely
treatises of an ethical character in which the element of sadness caused
by centuries of suffering predominated. The perfection of art is to the
mind of a Jew its ability to move to tears. It is expected of the
violinist that he shall play the saddest tunes in the minor key, such as
will make his hearers weep like 'beavers'; the precentor's reputation
depends on his powers to crush his audience, to call forth contrition of
spirit, to make the hearts bleed; and the author who can make his reader
dissolve in tears, no matter how absurd the story, is sure to become
popular with a Jewish public. We have seen how the badchen at the
marriage ceremony bade the bride to weep, and it has also been mentioned
that he delivered the more serious discourses upon that occasion. It was
then that he would spin out hundreds of stanzas upon such subjects as
'The Unhappy Man,' 'Pity,' 'Dialogue of the New-born Soul with the Angel
of Life,' 'Sorrow,' and the like.

In the meanwhile, the old rhymed moral treatises continued in force and
gave rise to compositions of a more regular structure. Two authors must
here be specially mentioned, S. Sobel and Elieser Zwi Zweifel. The first
published, in 1874, a book under the title of 'Destiny, or Discussions
for Pleasant Pastime,' in which he makes use of the popular method of
disputes between various objects in order to inculcate a series of moral
truths. He excels in the use of a vigorous, idiomatic language, while
Zweifel has shown what strength there lies in the employment of the
simplest words for a similar kind of literature. Zweifel's[59] older
productions, only two in number, are, one, a translation from the
Hebrew, the other probably an imitation of a foreign model. The first
contains a series of aphorisms, while the other teaches the wisdom of
life in the testament of a dying father. These verses, like his prose
works, belong among the most cherished writings of the Russian Jews and
have been reprinted in a large number of editions. After his death
another one of his poems was published which differs from its
predecessors in that it is somewhat more elaborate and is entirely
original.

Considering the love of verse on the one hand and the great demand on
the other for a Judeo-German prayer-book for women, which has never
ceased to be a necessity, the book-firm Eisenstadt and Schapiro had the
happy idea to ask the then famous author Abramowitsch[60] to make a
trial translation of a part of the Psalms in verse. This appeared to
them so successful that they had him proceed with the Sabbath-prayers
and the hymns, which were then printed in 1875 at Zhitomir. By the
machinations of the great firm of Romm, in Wilna, who were afraid that
such an excellent translation might seriously interfere with their sale
of their old, stereotyped form of the prayer-book, Abramowitsch was made
to desist from finishing the meritorious task that he had begun, and
even the two books printed were for a long time kept out of circulation.
The Sabbath-prayers he gave not merely in a versified form, but the most
prosaic passages, by slight additions and remodellings, he so changed
that they resemble the songs in a Gentile hymn-book. Still greater has
been the work that he had to perform in making poetry out of the laconic
hymns, for that could be accomplished only by amplifying them to ten and
twenty times their original size. For this purpose he has availed
himself of the current commentaries to the hymns, and this he has done
in such a way that the hymns, in their original form, occur as
conclusions to the poems. Except for a certain monotony of the masculine
rhymes which are employed in them, they are masterpieces of religious
poetry, and it is only a pity that the author has not published yet a
translation of the Psalms, which certainly lend themselves more easily
to poetic diction.

While these sacred poems were being printed in Zhitomir, there appeared
in Warsaw another poetical production by the same author, in its way the
most remarkable work in the whole range of Judeo-German literature. It
bears the title of 'Judel, a Poem in Rhymes,' and in about four
thousand verses tells the unfortunate course of the life of Judel,--the
Jew. When examining it closely, one discovers that, like Goldfaden's
'The Aristocratic Marriage,' it is an allegorical story of the
historical vicissitudes in the development of Judaism and of the
sufferings of the Jew through the centuries. Not only is the story told
unobtrusively, so that one does not at all suspect the allegory, but the
wonderment increases when upon a second and third perusal one becomes
aware of the wealth of Biblical allusions upon which alone the whole
plot is based. The future commentator of this classic will, when it
shall be fully appreciated, find his task made much easier by the many
references to Biblical passages which Abramowitsch has himself made in
footnotes. The value of this gem is still more enhanced by the refined
language used in it,--a characteristic of all of Abramowitsch's works.

Ten years later Goldfaden returned to the allegory of his 'Aristocratic
Marriage,' completing it, after the example of Abramowitsch, in a poem
of about six hundred lines, entitled 'Schabssiel, a Poem in Ten Chapters
(Thoughts after the Riots in Russia).' The master's influence on this
poem is not to be mistaken, for it serves as a pendant to the previous
work; it is as it were a continuation of it. Abramowitsch's poem ends
with the futile attempt of Mephistopheles to tempt Judel to a course of
vice, when he discovers Judel's wife, _i.e._ the Law, faithfully by his
side. In Schabssiel, the sufferings of the Jew are ascribed to his
having departed from the Law, to his having desecrated the Sabbath.
Though somewhat fantastic in its plot, and far from reaching his
predecessor's philosophic grasp of the Jew's history, his work is full
of fine passages and may be counted among the best of his productions.
At about the same time, another young writer, M. Lew, made use of the
form of 'Judel' in a poem whose title 'Hudel' seems to indicate its
obligation to the prototype. There is in this even less of a
philosophical background than in the verses just mentioned, and by its
subject-matter it clearly belongs to the following period, for it
describes not a purely Jewish theme, but one of a more general
character, namely the fall of an orphan who is left to shift for herself
in the world. It is, however, given in this place as being, at least in
outward form, a direct descendant of Abramowitsch's 'Judel.' While not
of the highest poetic value, it is written in a good style and gives
promise of better things should the author choose to proceed in his
poetic career. Mention must here also be made of a versified story,
'Lemech, the Miracle Worker,' by M. Epstein, to which we shall return
later.

Like the allegory, the fable has been a favorite subject of imitation
among the writers from the beginning of this century. We possess such,
partly translations or adaptations, partly original, from Suchostawer,
Dr. Ettinger, Gottlober, Reichersohn, Katzenellenbogen. Of
Suchostawer's, only one, a translation of one of Krylov's fables, 'The
Cat and the Mice,'[61] has come down to us. It was written in 1829, and,
like the fables by Ettinger, circulated in the thirties and forties, is
far superior to any translation from Krylov that has appeared before
1880. The most original production is that by Gottlober called 'The
Parliament,' a poem of more than one thousand lines, in which he gives
an explanation why the lion had been chosen king of all the animals.
While some of the matter contained in it is unquestionably borrowed from
other sources, yet the whole is moulded in so novel a form, with such a
pronounced Jewish setting and biting wit, that it occupies a place by
itself in the history of fables. After the candidacy of all the beasts,
from the donkey to the wolf, had been rejected as incompatible with the
highest security of the rest, the lion appears on the scene, and by his
majestic presence at once silences the contending parties; and he is at
once and unanimously chosen to his high post. "He rules in fairness,
does no wrong, not a sigh is heaved by any of the animals against him;
the forest is ruled as of yore: the weak lie still, the strong go free,
the great are great, the humble are humble: well to him who has sharp
teeth! It has been so of old, and you cannot change the course of
things. But no one need complain of the lion as long as he feels no
hunger in his stomach, for then he is all peace and rest,--God grant
there be many such!"

The whole of Krylov was translated into Judeo-German, though with but
moderate success, in 1879 by Zwi Hirsch Reichersohn, and more weakly
still in 1890 by Israel Singer. Two of the fables have been admirably
rendered by Katzenellenbogen, who has also produced a number of
excellent poems in the popular style which surpass those of Goldfaden in
regularity of structure. He has also translated a few poems from the
Russian and Hebrew, all with the same degree of care displayed in the
renderings from Krylov. His songs have not been disseminated among the
people, the most of them not having been published until quite lately.

The most unique person in Judeo-German literature of the first half of
this century is Dr. Ettinger.[62] All that is known about him is given
in the scanty literary recollections by Gottlober. He there says that
Dr. Ettinger had studied medicine at Lemberg, where he became acquainted
with the Judeo-German writings of Mendel Lefin, who is regarded as the
first man of modern times to use the dialect of everyday life for
literary purposes. He then settled in Zamoszcz, which had been a seat of
Hebrew learning of the Haskala. Being prohibited to practise medicine
with his foreign diploma, he became a colonist in the newly formed
Jewish colonies of the South, but not being successful there, he finally
settled in Odessa. This is all that is given of his biography. It is
further known that he wrote his comedy 'Serkele' in the twenties and
that he composed a large number of poems, a few of which were published
in the _Kol-mewasser_ in the sixties, a few in the _Volksblatt_ in the
eighties. In 1889 his family issued a volume of his poetical works which
forms the basis of our discussion. In this book are contained sixty
fables, a number of poems of various character, and epigrams. About
one-half of the collection consists of translations from the German;
among these are fables and epigrams by Lessing, ballads and poems by
Schiller, Blumauer, and others. The other half is made up of original
compositions. All are of equal excellence both as to the language used
in them and the more mechanical structure of the verses.

In all these poems there is nothing specifically Jewish except the
language, and they might as well have been written in any other language
without losing the least part of their significance. Dr. Ettinger is
thus an exceptional phenomenon among his confreres, but exceptional only
in appearance, as the cause for it is not far to seek. From the few data
of his life we have learned that he received his training in the
beginning of this century in Galicia, where at that time the influence
of the Mendelssohnian school was most potent. He brought with him to
Russia not only a love for enlightenment, but also what then was a
necessary concomitant of that culture, a love for German learning; hence
his exclusive imitation of German originals. At first the privileges of
Western education were not only enjoyed by a small number of learned
men, but there was no attempt made at introducing them to the masses at
large, for that would have been a hazardous occupation for those who
entered in an unequal combat with the superstitious people. It was only
after J. B. Levinsohn had pointed out in his Hebrew works the
desirability of educating them, and after he had undertaken to do so
single-handed, that the other writers, late in the thirties and in the
forties, began to approach the masses in the least offensive manner, by
means of the folksong. Dr. Ettinger's activity, however, fell in the
period preceding the militant energy of the Haskala. If he wished at all
to write in Judeo-German, he could appear only as the interpreter of
German culture to a public imbued with a love for it. What in the
beginning was only a pastime of his leisure hours, soon became a passion
to try his ingenuity, and he proceeded in writing original poems, and
continued that practice even at a time when the main purpose of
Judeo-German literature was to educate the people.

Judeo-German poetry has developed in Russia in precisely the opposite
direction from the one generally taken by that branch of literature
among other nations. Whereas the usual course would have been to pass
from the simple utterings of the folksong to more and more elaborate
forms, the process among the Jews in Russia has been inverted. The first
poetical expressions were those of Dr. Ettinger, who may be regarded as
a dialectic continuator of Schiller and Lessing. After that followed the
school of popular poets of the Gordons, Goldfaden, Linetzki, Ehrenkranz,
Berel Broder. In the seventies a few traces of that school are still to
be found, but the majority of songs produced then smack of the badchen's
art, while Goldfaden himself has deteriorated into a writer of theatre
couplets. The explanation of this is found in the fact that in the
sixties the efforts of the folk-singers were crowned with success. The
Rabbinical schools had graduated several classes of men trained in the
Reform, the Gymnasia and Universities had been thrown wide open to the
Jewish youths, and in the next decade a large number of them had availed
themselves of the highest advantages offered in these institutions of
learning. The cloud of a stubborn ignorance had been successfully
dispelled, the light shone brightly over the whole land. The bard's task
was done; he had no need to spur the people on to progress, for that
duty was now devolved on the large host of younger men who had tasted
the privileges of a Russian education. But these had been identifying
themselves with Russian thought, with Russian ideals. For them German
culture had little of significance, except as it appeared in universal
literature, or had affected Russian ideas. Still less were they
interested in Jewish letters, whether in Hebrew, or in Judeo-German. On
the contrary, they were trying hard to forget their humble beginnings.
Neither for these nor by these could the Judeo-German language be
employed for any literary purposes. The masses had become accustomed to
look with favor on the new education, and one by one the better elements
were disappearing from the narrow world of the Ghetto. There was still
left a large proportion of those who could not avail themselves of the
benefits offered them. They knew no other language than the homely
dialect of their surroundings, and they were still thirsting for
entertainment such as the folk-singers have offered to them. The older
men, the champions of the Haskala, were dead, or too old to write; the
younger men had other interests at heart, and thus it was left to a
mediocre class of writers to supply them with poetry. This part
naturally fell to the badchens. Another quarter of a century, and
Judeo-German literature would have run its course; even the badchen
would have been silenced. But it suddenly rose from its ashes with
renewed vigor after the riots against the Jews in 1881.




VII. POETRY SINCE THE EIGHTIES IN RUSSIA


The latest blood-bath was instituted against the Jews of Russia in 1881.
In the same year there was started in St. Petersburg a weekly
periodical, _Jüdisches Volksblatt_, by the editor of the _Kol-mewasser_
which had gone out of existence ten years before. The purpose of the new
publication was to focus all the available forces that had been
dispersed in the decade preceding through the agencies that made for
assimilation, and to prepare the way for a renewed activity among the
people. These no longer needed to be urged on to progress, but had to be
comforted in the misfortunes that had befallen them, and in the dangers
that awaited them. In the first number of the new periodical there
appeared the poem of J. L. Gordon on 'The Law written on Parchment,'
while the second brought one by the same author, outlining his plan to
sing words of encouragement to his suffering, hard-working brothers and
sisters. However, very soon after all singing ceased. The year 1882 had
been one of too much suffering, when even consolation is out of place.
Two years later S. Rabinowitsch, who was destined by his unresting
energy and good example to cause a revival of Judeo-German literature,
justly exclaimed in the same weekly[63] in a poem 'To Our Poet': "Arise,
thou Poet! Where have you been all this time? Send us from afar your
words of wisdom! For what other pleasure have your brothers if not your
sweet and consoling songs?"

While no other singers were forthcoming, Rabinowitsch composed himself a
series of songs, although he was preparing himself to be a novelist. His
heart was with the poetry of the Russian Nekrasov, and his native
Judeo-German gave him Michel Gordon for a model. He imitated both,
taking the structure from the Russian, and the manner of the folksong
from Gordon. When his talent was just reaching its fullest development,
he abandoned this branch of literature to devote his undivided attention
to prose. Only twice afterwards he returned to the use of rhythm, once
in a poem, entitled 'Progress, Civilization,' an imitation of Nekrasov's
'Who lives in Russia Happily,' and at another time in a legend in blank
verse. The first has never been finished, the other appeared in a
collective volume of poetry published in 1887 by M. Spektor, his friend
and rival in the resuscitation of Judeo-German letters.

That volume, named 'Der Familienfreund,' was intended as an attempt to
bring together all those who wrote poetry; but we find in it only names
that had been known to us from the previous period: M. Gordon, Zunser,
Goldfaden, Linetzki.[64] To these must be added the name of Rabinowitsch
just mentioned, and of Samostschin, who had furnished a few poems to the
_Kol-mewasser_ nearly twenty years before. In the _Volksblatt_ there
were published in the meanwhile a few songs by various authors, most
prominently by Moses Chaschkes. He also printed in 1889 a volume of his
poems at Cracow, under the name of 'Songs from the Heart,' in which are
contained a number of reflections on the riots in Russia. There are some
good thoughts in them, although the technique is not always faultless.
He, too, belongs to the older type of folk-singers.

The Jews had at that time furnished three names to Russian poetry: those
of Nadson, Vilenkin (Minski), and Frug. Of these the first had a
Christian mother and died at the early age of twenty-four, in 1886. The
second had begun his poetical career in the seventies, after having
received a thorough Russian education. There was only Frug left, who had
not entirely broken with his Jewish traditions, for he had gone directly
from the Jewish farmer colony where he had been born to St. Petersburg
to engage in literary work. His first Russian poem was published in
1879. In 1885 he began to compose also in Judeo-German, continuing to do
so to the present time.[65] Like many other Jewish writers he had become
convinced that his duties were above all with his race, as long as it
was oppressed and persecuted, and his energy was thus unfortunately
split in two by writing in two languages. For the same reason such poets
as Perez, Winchevsky, Rosenfeld, have taken to Judeo-German, which is
understood by few and which in a few decades is doomed to extinction,
except in countries of persecution. They adorn their humble literature,
but they would have been an honor to other literatures as well, and from
these they have been alienated.

When Frug began to write in his native dialect, he had already acquired
a reputation in a literary language. He had passed the severe school of
the poet's technique, had been trained in the traditions of his
vocation. One could not expect that in descending to speak to his
coreligionists in their own tongue, he would return to the more
primitive methods of the popular bard. He simply changed the language,
but nothing of his art. By this transference he only gains in
reputation, although he loses in popularity, for the accusation
frequently brought against him, that he confines himself to too narrow a
sphere, falls to the ground when he intends that that narrow sphere
alone should be his audience. Half a century had gone by since Dr.
Ettinger had introduced the form and subject-matter of German poetry,
and since those days no such harmony had been heard to issue from the
mouth of a Jewish poet. There were no literary traditions to fall back
upon, except the folksong of the preceding generation; there scarcely
existed a poetical diction for Judeo-German, and a variety of dialects
were striving for supremacy. What he and the people owed to Michel
Gordon, he expressed in two poems entitled 'To Michel Gordon' and 'On
Michel Gordon's Grave'; both collectively he named 'One of the Best.' In
an allegorical series, 'Songs of the Jewish Jargon,' he sings of the
history of the language which is identical with that of his downtrodden
race. The prologue is a model of beautiful style. The Slavic dactyllic
diminutives, grafted on German stems, the gentle cadence of words, the
simplicity of the diction, remind one rather of mellifluous Italian than
of a disorderly mixture which, in the poem, he compares to the bits of
bread in a beggar's wallet, or which, according to another part in the
same allegory, excludes the deceased Jew from heaven, as the angel at
the gate cannot understand him.

There are a few poems in his collection in which he bewails the lot of a
Jewish poet who has only tears for his subject, but the most deal with
incidents in the life of his oppressed coreligionists, now painting
pictures of their misery, their poverty, their lack of orderliness, now
giving them words of consolation. He never passes the narrow frame of
his people's surroundings, no matter what he sings. Even when he chooses
nature of which to sing, it appears to him transformed under a heavy
cloud of his own sufferings superinduced by the persecution of his
brethren. The best of his poems are those entitled 'Night Songs,' in
which he depicts a few night scenes. Here is the way he describes the
Melamed, the teacher of children in those miserable quarters called a
school: "Behold the palace, oh, how beautiful, how magnificent: ivory
and velvet, silk, leather, bronze, cedar wood ... here lives a Jewish
teacher.... Of velvet is his skullcap--it glistens and shines from afar;
the fescue is made of ivory; his girdle is of silk; the candelabrum is
of bronze; the knout is of leather; the stool, the stool is cut out of
cedar wood!" One can easily see that the rest of the picture is in
keeping with the glory just described. There is gloom everywhere in his
songs. And how could it be otherwise? It was proper for Ettinger to
smile and to jest, for he was active at the dawn of better days; it was
natural for the poets of the thirties and fifties to battle against
superstitions and to sound the cry of progress; for the poets of the
eighties there was nothing left but tears.

It has been Frug's ambition to be a continuator of the bards who sang
for the masses, to be a folk-poet, and the people look upon him as such,
although he hardly appeals to them in the manner of the older bards. He
is entirely too literary to be understood without previous training, and
his allegory is not so easily unravelled. His greatest faults are,
perhaps, an absence of dramatic qualities and a certain coldness of
colors. Nevertheless, he is one of the best poets in Judeo-German
literature, who may also claim recognition by a wider class of readers.

The year 1888 is momentous in the history of Judeo-German literature: it
gave birth to two annuals, _Die jüdische Volksbibliothēk_ and _Der
Hausfreund_, around which were gathered all the best forces that could
be found among the Jewish writers. The first, under the leadership of S.
Rabinowitsch, started out with the purpose of clearing away all rubbish
from the field of Jewish letters and to prepare it for a new, a better
harvest; the second set out to serve the people with the best existing
literary productions. The latter was doomed to a certain mediocrity on
account of the bounds which it had placed around itself; the first, in
exercising a severe criticism on the productions presented for
publication, and in purifying the public taste, attracted from the start
the best talent obtainable and encouraged young promising men to try
themselves in Jargon letters. In the _Volksbibliothēk_ appeared the
firstling from the pen of Leon Perez, the poet and novelist, who must be
counted among the greatest writers not only of Judeo-German literature,
but of literature in general at the end of the nineteenth century. If he
had written nothing else but 'The Sewing of the Wedding Gown,' his name
would live as long as there could be found people to interpret the
language in which he sings. But he has produced several large volumes
of admirable works in prose and in verse.

Leon Perez, or Izchok Leibusch Perez, as he proudly prefers to be
called, was born in 1855 in Zamoszcz, the city which has been the
birthplace of so many famous men in Hebrew and Judeo-German letters, the
home of Zederbaum and Ettinger. He obtained his education in a curious
way. In his town there had lived a surgeon's assistant who, on becoming
rich, had collected a library on all kinds of subjects, numbering nearly
three thousand volumes. There came reverses to him, and his books were
stored away pell mell in the loft. Perez somehow got hold of the key to
that room, and without choice took to reading, until the whole library
was swallowed up by his omnivorous appetite. He read everything he could
get hold of, and he learned German through a work on physics which he
had discovered in the loft. Then he passed on from science to science,
all by himself. Then he studied Heine by heart, then Shelley, and then
he became a mystic. This history of his education is also the history of
his genius. There is reflected in it the subtleness of the Talmud, the
wisdom of the ancients, the sparkle of Heine, the transcendency of
Shelley, the mysticism of Hauptmann. He has treated masterfully the
Talmudical legend, has composed in the style of the Romancero, and has
carried allegory to the highest degree of perfection.

Perez is even less of a popular poet than Frug. He has entirely parted
company with the people. Although he started with the avowed purpose of
aiding his race to a better recognition of itself, yet his talents are
of too high an order, where language, feelings, and thoughts soar far
above the understanding of the masses. He can hardly be properly
appreciated even by those who enjoy the advantages of a fair school
education, not to speak of those who are merely lettered. It is only an
unfortunate accident, the persecutions of the Jews, that has thrown him
into so unpromising a field as that of Judeo-German letters, where to be
great is to be unknown to the world at large and to be subjected to the
jealous attacks of less gifted writers. He could easily gain a
reputation in any other language, should he choose to try for it, but,
like many of his predecessors, he is pursued by the merciless
allurements of the Jewish Muse. Her enchantment is the more powerful on
her devotees since she appears to them only in the garb of their own
weaving. They spend so much work in creating the outer form and
fashioning a poetic diction that they get fascinated by their creative
labor, and stick to their undertaking, even though they have but few
hearers for their utterances.

'Monisch' is the name of the ballad with which Perez made his debut ten
years ago.[66] It is the old story of Satan's recovery of power over the
saint by tempting him with an earthly love. But the setting of the story
is all new and original. The fourth chapter, beginning with

    Andersch wollt' mein Lied geklungen
    'ch soll far Goim goisch singen,
    Nischt far Jüden, nischt Žargon

     (My song would sound quite differently, were I to sing to Gentiles
     in their language, not to Jews in Jargon)

is the best of all. He describes there the difficulty of singing of love
in a dialect that has no words for 'love' and 'sweetheart'; nevertheless
he acquits himself well of his task to tell of Monisch's infatuation,
for which, of course, a saint and a Jew can only become Satan's prey.
Perez has written a number of stories in verse. Some of them are mosaics
of gems, in which the unity of the whole is frequently marred by a
mystic cloud which it is hard to penetrate. Such, for example, is his
'He and She,'[67] a story of the Spanish inquisition, and 'Reb
Jossel,'[68] the temptation of a teacher of children by his hostess, the
wife of a shoemaker. The latter poem is very hard to grasp at one
reading, but the details, such as the description of the teacher, his
pale and ailing pupil with his endless school superstitions, the jolly
shoemaker, are drawn very well. Much more comprehensible are his 'The
Driver'[69] and 'Jossel Bers and Jossel Schmaies.'[70] The first is a
sad picture of a Jewish town in Poland, in which the inhabitants have
lost, one after the other, their means of subsistence after the railroad
had connected them with Warsaw. The drivers, the merchants, the artisans
who throve at their honest professions before, have become impoverished
and are driven to despised occupations, only to keep body and soul
together. It is a very sad picture indeed. In the other, the author
tells of two boys who had been fellow-students out of the same
prayer-book, but who soon separated at the parting of the roads. The
one, a faithful believer in all the teacher told him, becomes a Rabbi;
the other asks for facts and reasons to fortify the statements of his
mentor, and subjects himself to many privations in order to acquire
worldly wisdom in the gymnasium and the university. The final picture
is placed in Roumania (or Russia, had the censor permitted it), where
the student is driven through the streets by a mob, while the Rabbi,
unconscious of the outer world, is somewhere thinking hard over the
solution of a question of ritual.

The shorter poems are either translations from the Russian poet Nadson,
or imitations of Heine. They are well done, though some suffer somewhat
by their veiled allegory, at least at a superficial reading. The best of
these are those that deal with social questions, or describe the
laborer's sufferings. Preëminent among them is 'The Sewing of the
Wedding Gown.'[71] If Thomas Hood's 'Song of the Shirt' is to be
compared to a fine instrument, then this poem is a whole orchestra, from
the sounds of which the walls of Jericho would fall. Instead of a
criticism, a short review of the story will be given here. The scene is
at a dressmaker's; the cast: the modiste, two dressmakers, and
sewing-girls. The modiste tells of the care with which the wedding gown
has to be sewed. The choir of sewing-girls sing the song of the prison.
The first dressmaker speaks of the beauty of the gown, and compares the
bride to an angel from heaven, whereupon the choir sings of the misery
at home, of asking the 'angel' to advance a rouble on the work, of the
'angel's' cruel refusal, of the pawning of her silks for a loaf of
bread, and of the girl's arrest by the 'angel.' "And the angel has taken
care of me during the great frosts, and for three months has provided me
with board and lodging." The second dressmaker compares the rustle of
the silk to the noise made by her tired bones, speaks of the diamond
buttons that will be sewed on the gown "as large as tears of the poor,"
and bids the wheel of the machine to drown the noise of her breaking
bones. The choir sings the song of the grave, where no sewing is done,
where all go down in a shroud forever. The second dressmaker continues
the song, whereupon a girl, named 'Fond-of-Life,' protests, telling of
her good health, of her desire to pass her youth in pleasure. The choir
chides her with the Ragpicker's song, in which 'Fond-of-Life's' future
is portrayed, and the conclusion to the song is given by the first
dressmaker. The first dressmaker contrasts the luxury of the bride's bed
with her straw bed on the floor, the bride's splendor of light in her
parlor with the two candles at her head when she is dead. The modiste,
oppressed by the sad songs that portray their own unhappiness, bids them
sing of other people's happiness. To this the choir responds by singing
the happiness of the bride, but the modiste sees in this only the girls'
jealousy, whereupon the choir tells of the obedient daughter who is
advised by her mother to scorn sweetness, getting the promise of a
gilded nut if she behaves properly. When the nut is brought and cracked
it is found to be wormy and bitter. Of course, that is a picture of a
match made by the parents for their daughter. The modiste answers that
happiness does not always dwell in high places; and the first dressmaker
tells the story of labor, which is quite unique: There lived two
brothers happily together. A stranger, who is no other than the Biblical
serpent, visits them; he is clad in diamonds and costly stones, and
dazzles the older brother with his splendor. He, too, would like to be
rich. He follows the stranger out into the woods, and seats himself at
his side to inquire of the manner of acquiring such wealth. "What a fool
you are to allow your opportunities to slip by," says the serpent. "You
do not know that the sweat of your brother is nothing but diamonds, the
tears are brilliants, his blood pearls." The elder brother returns home,
beats his younger brother to elicit blood and sweat and tears. His
wealth grows, but not his happiness, for he suffers as much from fear of
his hoarded riches as his brother sighs under tears. They finally fall
to blows,--but here the poet purposely breaks his story, for he will not
undertake to tell the end of their hostility. The choir sings the ten
o'clock song, when all must go to rest: "You are rested, and at times
you dream of--a loaf of bread! The clock strikes ten, the work is
done,--good night, madame!" The modiste answers: "Be back early in the
morning!"

This is the bare skeleton of the poem, of whose painful beauties nothing
but a perusal in the original can give an adequate idea. There is the
making of a great poet in one who can sing like that; but Perez has
chosen, like Rabinowitsch, to devote his best energies to prose, and to
this part of his activity we shall return later. Of the minor poems of
this period there might be mentioned those by David Frischmann, Rosa
Goldstein, M. W. Satulowski, M. M. Penkowski, W. Kaiser, Paltiel
Samostschin. Frischmann has produced but a few poems, but they are all
of excellent quality. His best is a ballad, 'Ophir,'[72] but he has also
written some clever satires in verse. Samostschin,[73] who had begun
composing in the sixties, has translated several poems, especially from
the Hebrew of J. L. Gordon, and has written some clever feuilletons in
rhymes. Minchas Perel has published a small collection of poems on the
Fall of Jerusalem, of which the first, 'The Night of the Destruction of
Jerusalem,' is a very spirited and dramatic story of the event. Another
good book of poems is 'The Harp,' by G. O. Hornstein. Although some of
them are in the style of the coupletists, others betray original talent
that might be well developed. The best of these is the ballad, 'The Cat
and the Mouse,' an allegory of Jewish persecutions, in which the Jew is
represented as a mouse living on the fat of the oil candelabrum in the
Temple at Jerusalem, and the Romans and other nations are represented as
cats who drive the mouse out of her abiding place.

The riots of the early part of the eighties affected the whole mental
attitude of the Jews of Russia by rousing them to a greater
consciousness of themselves and by rallying them around distinctly
Jewish standards. For hundreds of thousands life had become impossible
at home, and they emigrated to various countries, but mostly to America,
where, under the influence of entirely new conditions, Judeo-German
literature, and with it poetry, developed in new channels.




VIII. POETRY SINCE THE EIGHTIES IN AMERICA


Judeo-German poetry has developed in two directions in
America,--downwards and upwards. Many of the poets left Russia in the
beginning of the eighties, together with the involuntary emigration of
the Russian Jews, to escape the political oppression at home; but once
in America they came in contact with conditions not less undesirable
than those they had just left; for, instead of the religious persecution
to which they had been subjected there, they now began to experience the
industrial oppression of the sweat-shops into which they were driven in
order to earn a livelihood. At the same time, the greater political
liberty which they enjoy makes it possible for them to give free
utterance to their feelings and thoughts, without veiling them in the
garb of a far-fetched allegory. However, they have not all suffered who
have come here. Many have found on the hospitable shores of the United
States opportunities to earn what to their humble demands appears as a
comfortable income. With the increased well-being, there has come a
stronger desire to be entertained. The wedding day, Purim, and the Feast
of the Rejoicing of the Law no longer suffice as days of amusements, and
Goldfaden's theatre, which had been proscribed in Russia, has found an
asylum in New York. Soon one theatre was not large enough to hold the
crowd that asked for admission; and three companies, playing every
evening, were doing a good business. But qualitatively the theatres
rapidly deteriorated to the level of dime shows. The theatre, as
established by Goldfaden, has never been of an elevated character even
in Europe, except as it treated the Biblical and the historical drama.
Still, it reflected in a certain respect the inner life of the Ghetto.
In the New World, the Jewish life of the Russian Ghetto is rapidly
losing all interest, and that part of New York which in common parlance
is known as the Ghetto, deserves its name only in so far as it is
inhabited by former denizens of other Ghettos. There is taking place a
dulling of Jewish sensibilities which will ultimately result in the
absorption of the Russian Jews by the American people. This lowered
Jewish consciousness finds its expression in poetry in the development
of the theatre couplet in imitation of the American song of the day. As
in Russia, the plays are written by a host of incompetent men, not so
much for the purpose of carrying out a plot as in order to weave into
them songs of which Jews have always been fond. Nearly all the plays are
melodramas, in which the contents go for nothing or are too absurd to
count for anything. But the couplets have survived, and are fast
becoming street ballads or folksongs, according to the quality of the
same. Goldfaden's songs, in which there is always a ring of the true
folksong, are giving place to the worthless jingles of Marks, Hurwitz,
Awramowitsch, Mogulesco, and the like, and the old national poems are
being superseded by weak imitations of 'Daisy Bell,' 'Do, do, my
Huckleberry, Do,' 'The Bowery Girl,' and other American ballads. Now and
then a couplet of a national character may be heard in the theatres, and
more rarely a really good poem occurs in these dramatic performances,
but otherwise the old folksong is rapidly decaying.

I. Reingold, of Chicago, is a fruitful balladist who at times strikes a
good note in his songs; but in these he generally painfully resembles
certain passages in Rosenfeld's poetry, from whom he evidently gets his
wording if not his inspiration. Side by side with this deteriorated
literature there goes on a more encouraging folk-singing. Zunser, who
now owns a printing-office in New York, continues his career as a
popular bard as before, and has written some of his best poems in the
New World. It is interesting to note how America affects his Muse, for
he sings now of the 'Pedlar' and the 'Plough.' The latter, a praise of
the farmer's life, to which he would encourage his co-religionists, has
had the honor of being translated into Russian. Among his later poetry
there is also one on 'Columbus and Washington,' in which, of course,
both are lauded. The Stars and Stripes have been the subject of many a
song by Judeo-German poets, which is significant, since not a single ode
has been produced praising Russia or the Czar.

Goldfaden, too, has written some of his songs in America, and
Selikowitsch has furnished two or three translations and adaptations
that may be classed as folksongs. Still more encouraging is the class of
poetry which has had its rise entirely in America or in England, for
among these poets it has received the highest development yet attained.

The volume entitled 'Jewish Tunes,' by A. M. Sharkansky, contains a
number of real gems in poetry. Sharkansky has a good ear for rhythm and
word jingling, and in this he always succeeds. But he is not equally
fortunate in his ideas, for he either over-loads a picture so as to
bury the meaning of the poem in it, or else he does not finish his
thought, leaving an impression that something ought to follow. Now and
then, however, he produces a fine song. Among his best are 'Jewish
Melodies,' in which he says that they must always be sad, and 'Songs of
Zion,' of similar contents. 'Jossele Journeys to America,' which is a
parody on Schiller's 'Hektor and Andromache,' and 'The Cemetery,' a
translation of Uhland's 'Das Grab,' give evidence of a great mastery of
his dialect. It is hardly possible to suspect the second poem of being a
translation. Sharkansky has for some reason ceased to sing, which is to
be regretted, for with a little more care in the development of his
ideas he might have come to occupy an honorable place among the best
Judeo-German poets.

New York is the place of refuge not only of the laboring men among the
Russian Jews, but also of their cultured and professional people. These
had at home belonged to liberal organizations, which in monarchical
countries are of necessity extreme, either Socialistic or Anarchistic.
Such advanced opinions they shared in Russia with their Gentile
companions, with whom they identified themselves by their education.
Their relations to the Jewish community were rather loose, for the
tendency of the somewhat greater privileges which the Jews enjoyed in
the sixties and the seventies had been to obliterate old lines of
demarkation between Jew and Gentile. They had almost forgotten that
there were any ties that united them with their race, when they were
roused from their peaceful occupations, to which they had been devoting
themselves, to the realization of their racial difference. They then
heard for the first time that they were pariahs alike with the humblest
of their brethren. The same feeling which prompted the Russian poet Frug
to take up his despised Judeo-German, drove many a man into the
Judeo-German literary field, who not only had never before written in
that language, but who had hardly ever spoken it. In England and America
such men could only hope to be understood by a Jewish public, and those
who felt themselves called to write poetry wrote it in Judeo-German. But
with them the language could only be the accidental vehicle of their
thought, without confining them to the narrow circle of their nation's
life. Their interests, like those of young Russia in general, are with
humanity at large, not with the Jew in his Ghetto, and their songs would
not have lost a particle of their significance had they been written in
any other tongue. They suffer with the Jew, not because he is a Jew, but
because, like many other oppressed people, he has a grievance, and they
propose remedies for these according to their political and social
convictions.

David Edelstadt was the poet of the Anarchistic party, as Morris
Winchevsky represents Socialistic tendencies. The influence of both on
their respective adherents has been great, but the latter has been a
power for good among a wider circle of readers, within and without his
party. Both show by the language which they use that it was mere
accident that threw them into the ranks of Judeo-German writers, for
while usually the diction of the older poets abounds in words of Hebrew
origin, theirs is almost entirely free from them, so that one can read
their productions with no other knowledge than that of the literary
German language.

Edelstadt mastered neither his poetical subjects nor the dialect. The
latter is a composition of the literary German with dialectic forms, and
his rhythms are halting, his ideas one-sided. There is not a poem among
the fifty that he has written that is not didactic. Many of these are in
praise of Anarchists and heroes of freedom who have fallen in the
unequal combat with the present conditions of society. There are poems
in memory of Sophia Perovskaya, Louise Michel, John Brown, and even
Albert Parsons and Louis Ling. He sings of the eleventh of November, the
Fall of the Bastile, of strikes, misery, and suffering. Most of these
are a call to war with society. They are neither of the extreme
character that one generally ascribes to the Anarchists, nor do they
sound any sincere notes. They seem to be written not because Edelstadt
is a poet, but because he belongs to the Anarchistic party. In all his
collection there is one only in which he directs himself especially to
the Jews, and one of its stanzas is significant, as it lies at the
foundation of much of Rosenfeld's poetry: it tells that they have
escaped the cruel Muscovite only to be jailed in the dusky sweat-shops
where they slowly bleed at the sewing-machine.

Morris Winchevsky is a poet of a much higher type. He is a man of high
culture, is conversant with the literatures of Russia, France, Germany,
and England, is pervaded by what is best in universal literature,
follows carefully all the rules of prosody and poetic composition, and
above all is master of his dialect. His Socialistic bias is pronounced,
but it does not interfere with the pictures that he portrays. They are
true to life, though somewhat cold in coloring. His mastery of
Judeo-German, nearly all of German origin, is displayed in his fine
translation of Thomas Hood's 'Song of the Shirt' and some of Victor
Hugo's poems. His other songs show the same care in execution and are
as perfect in form as can be produced in his dialect. Winchevsky began
his poetical career in England, where he was also active as a
Socialistic agitator. The small collection of his poetical works
(unfortunately unfinished) contains almost entirely songs which were
written there. His American poems appeared in the _Emeth_, which he
published in Boston in 1895 and in other periodicals. Although he has
tried himself in all kinds of verses, he prefers dactyllic measures,
which in 'A Broom and a Sweeping' he uses most elaborately. The poems
all treat on social questions and describe the misery of the lower
strata of society. He speaks of the life of the orphan whose home is in
the street, of the eviction of the wretched widow, of the imprisonment
of the small boy for stealing a few apples, of the blind fiddler, of
night-scenes on the Strand, of London at night. A large number of songs
are devoted more strictly to Socialistic propaganda, while a series of
forty-eight stanzas under the collective title 'How the Rich Live' is a
gloomy kaleidoscope through which pass in succession the usurer, the
commercial traveller, the journalist, the preacher, the cardplayer, the
lawyer, the hypocrite, the old general, the speculator, the lady of the
world, the gambler at races, the man enriched by arson, the dissatisfied
rich man, the doctor, the Rabbi. Winchevsky has also written some
excellent fables, of which 'The Rag and the Papershred' and 'The Noble
Tom-Cat' are probably the best. In all those the language alone is
Jewish, everything else is of a universal nature, and the freeing of
society from the yoke of oppression is the burden of his songs.

The most original poet among the Russian Jews of America is Morris
Rosenfeld. He was born in 1862 in a small town in the Government of
Suwalk in Russian Poland. His ancestors for several generations back had
been fishermen, and he himself passed many days of his childhood on the
beautiful lake near his native home. He had listened eagerly to the
weird folktales that his grandfather used to tell, and as a boy had
himself had the reputation of a good story-teller. At home he received
no other education than that which is generally allotted to Jewish boys
of humble families: he studied Hebrew and the Talmud. But his father was
more ambitious for his son, and when he moved to the city of Warsaw he
provided him with teachers for the study of German and Polish. However,
Rosenfeld did not acquire more than the mere rudiments of these
languages, for very soon his struggle for existence began. He went to
England to avoid military service, and there learned the tailor's trade.
Thence he proceeded to Holland, where he tried himself in diamond
grinding. He very soon after came to America, where for many weary years
he has eked out an existence in the sweat-shops of New York. He learned
in them to sing of misery and oppression. His first attempts were very
weak; he felt himself called to be a poet, but he had no training of any
kind, least of all in poetic diction. For models in his own language he
had only the folk-singers of Russia, for Frug began his activity at the
same time as he, and Perez published his 'Monisch' some years after
Rosenfeld had discovered his own gifts. A regular tonic structure had
not been attempted before in Judeo-German, and a self-styled critic of
Judeo-German literature in New York tried to convince him that his
dialect was not fit for the ordinary versification. One of his first
poems, published in the _Jüdisches Volksblatt_ in St. Petersburg, was
curiously enough a greeting to the poet Frug, who had just published his
first songs in Judeo-German; however warm in sentiment, it is entirely
devoid of that imagery and word-painting which was soon to become the
chief characteristic of Rosenfeld's poetry.

Rosenfeld has read the best German and English authors, and although he
knows these languages only superficially, he has instinctively guessed
the inner meaning contained in their works, and he has transfused the
art of his predecessors into his own spirit without imitating them
directly. One cannot help, in reading his verses, discovering his
obligations to Heine, Schiller, Moore, and Shelley; but it is equally
apparent that he owes nothing to them as regards the subject-matter of
his poems. He is original not only in Jewish letters but in universal
literature as well.

Himself in contact with the lower strata of society and yet in spirit
allied to the highest; at once the subject of religious and race
persecutions and of industrial oppression; tossed about among the
opposition parties or Anarchists, Socialists, Populists, without allying
himself with any; by education and associations a Jew, and yet not
subscribing strictly to the tenets of the Mosaic Law,--he voices the
ominous foreboding of the tidal wave which threatens to submerge our
civilization, he utters the cry of anguish and despair that rises in
different quarters and condemns the present order of things. Rosenfeld
does not scoff, or scorn, or hate. He is one with the oppressor and the
oppressed; if he sings more of the latter, it is only because he sees
more of that side of life. He is a sensitive plate that reproduces the
pictures that arise before his mental vision, and the gloom of his poems
is rather that which he sees than that which he feels; for he has also
written songs of spring and happiness in the few intervals when the sky
has looked down unclouded on the Ghetto in which he has lived so long.

We shall confine ourselves to the small volume of his poetry, 'The Songs
from the Ghetto,' even though it contains but one-tenth of all the
verses that he has written. Who can read his 'Songs of Labor' without
shedding tears? We enter with the poet, who is the tailor himself, the
murky sweat-shop where the monotonous click of the sewing-machine, which
kills thought and feeling, mysteriously whispers in your ear:--

    "Ich arbeit', un' arbeit', un' arbeit' ohn' Cheschben.
     Es schafft sich, un' schafft sich, un' schafft sich ohn' Zāhl,"

and we see the workman changed into just such an unfeeling machine.
During the short midday hour he has but time to weep and dream of the
end of his slavery; when the whistle blows, the boss with his angry look
returns, the machine once more ticks, and the tailor again loses his
semblance of a human being. What wonder, then, that tears should be the
subject of so many of his songs? Even when the laborer returns home he
does not find relief from his sorrows; his own child does not see him
from one end of the week to the other, for it is asleep when he goes out
to work or returns from it ('My Boy'). Not only the workman, but even
the mendicant, who has no home and finds his only consolation in his
children, has reason to curse the present system when he sees the judge
take them away from him to send them to an orphan asylum,--a species of
misdirected philanthropy ('The Beggar Family'). Sad are the simple
words: 'Ich gēh' vardienen!' uttered by a girl before the break of day,
hurrying to the factory, and late at night, following a forced life of
vice ('Whither'). Even death does not come to the unfortunate in the
calm way of Goethe's 'Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh'; not the birds are
silenced, but the worms are waiting for their companion ('Despair').
Nay, after death the laborer arises from his grave to accuse the rich
neighbor of having stolen the flowers from his barren mound ('In the
Garden of the Dead').

Not less sad are his National Songs. In 'Sephirah' he tells us that the
Jew's year is but a succession of periods for weeping. Most of his songs
of that class deal with the tragical conflict between religious duties
and actualities. Such is 'The First Bath of Ablution,' which is one of
the prettiest Jewish ballads. The 'Measuring of the Graves,' which
relates the superstition of the Jews who study by candles with the wicks
of which graves have been measured, is especially interesting, on
account of the excellent use of the language of the Tchines made in it.
The unanswered question of the boy in the 'Moon Prayer' is one of many
that the poet likes to propound. Perhaps the best poem under the same
heading is 'On the Bosom of the Ocean,' which is remarkable not only as
a sad portrayal of the misfortunes of the Jew who is driven out of
Russia and is sent back from America because he has not the requisite
amount of money which would entitle him to stay here, but also on
account of the wonderful description of a storm at sea. The same sad
strain passes through the poems classed as miscellaneous. Now it is the
nightingale that chooses the cemetery in which to sing his sweetest
songs ('The Cemetery Nightingale'). Or the flowers in autumn do not call
forth regrets, for they have not been smiling on the poor laborer in his
suffering ('To the Flowers in Autumn'). Or again, the poet compares
himself with the bird who sings in the wilderness where 'the dead remain
dead, and the silent remain silent' ('In the Wilderness').

The gloom that lies over so many of Rosenfeld's poems is the result of
his own sad experiences in the sweat-shop and during his struggle for
existence; but this gloom is only the accident of his themes. Behind it
lies the inexhaustible field of the poet's genius which adorns and
beautifies every subject on which he chooses to write. The most
remarkable characteristic of his genius is to weld into one the dramatic
action and the lyrical qualities of his verse, as has probably never
been attempted before. Whether he writes of the sweat-shop, or of the
storm on the ocean, or of the Jewish soldier who rises nightly from his
grave, we in every instance get a drama and yet a lyric, not as separate
developments, but inextricably combined into one whole. Thus, for
example, 'In the Sweat-shop' is a lyrical poem, if Hood's 'Song of the
Shirt' is one, but in so far as the poet, or operative, is turned into a
machine and is subjected to the exterior forces which determine his
moods and his destiny, we have the evolution of a tragedy before us.
Similarly, the exact parallel of the storm on the ocean with the storm
in the hearts of the two Jews in the steerage is no less of a dramatic
nature than an utterance of subjective feelings.

Rosenfeld does not confine himself to pointing out the harmony which
subsists between man and the elements that control his moods and
actions; he carries this parallelism into the minutest details of the
more technical structure of his poems: the amphibrachic measure in the
'Sweat-shop' is that of the ticking machine, which in the two lines
given above reaches the highest effect that can be produced by mere
words. In the 'Nightingale to the Laborer,' the intricate versification
with its sonnet rhymes, the repetition of the first line in each stanza
with its returning repetition in the tenth line, the slight variations
of the same burden in each succeeding stanza which saves it from
monotony, are all artifices that the poet has learned from the bird
along his native lake in Poland. These two examples will suffice to
indicate the astonishing versatility of the poet in that direction; add
to this the wealth of epithets, and yet extreme simplicity of diction
which never strives for effect, the musicalness of his rhythm, the
chasteness of expression even where the cynical situations seem to make
it difficult to withstand imprecations and curses, and we can conceive
to what marvellous perfection this untutored poet of the Ghetto has
carried his dialect in which Russian, Polish, Hebrew, and English words
are jostling each other and contending their places with those from the
German language.

It was left for a Russian Jew at the end of the nineteenth century to
see and paint hell in colors not attempted by any one since the days of
Dante; Dante spoke of the hell in the after-life, while Rosenfeld sings
of the hell on earth, the hell that he has not only visited, but that he
has lived through. Another twenty-five years, and the language in which
he has uttered his despair will be understood in America but by few,
used for literary purposes probably by none. But Rosenfeld's poetry will
survive as a witness of that lowermost hell which political
persecutions, religious and racial hatred, industrial oppression have
created for the Jew at the end of this our enlightened nineteenth
century.




IX. PROSE WRITERS FROM 1817-1863


The beginning of this century found the Jews of the Russian Empire
living in a state bordering on Asiatic barbarism. Ages of persecution
had reduced the masses to the lowest condition of existence, had
eliminated nearly all signs of civilized life in them, and had succeeded
in making them the outcasts they really were. Incredibly dirty in their
houses and uncleanly about their persons, ignorant and superstitious
even beyond the most superstitious of their Gentile neighbors, dishonest
and treacherous not only to others, but even more to their own kind,
they presented a sad spectacle of a downtrodden race. The legislators
made the effects of the maltreatment of previous lawgivers the pretext
for greater oppression until the Jews bade fair to lose the last
semblance of human beings. One need only go at this late hour to some
small town, away from railroads and highways, where Jews live together
compactly, in order to get an idea of what the whole of Russia was a
century ago, for in those distant places people are still living as
their grandfathers did. Only here and there an individual succeeded in
tearing himself away from the realm of darkness to become acquainted
with a better existence by means of the Mendelssohnian Haskala. In spite
of the very unfavorable conditions of life, or rather on account of
them, the Jews, although averse to all instruction, passed the greater
part of their lives, that were not given to the earning of a livelihood,
in sharpening their wits over Talmudical subtleties. When they came in
contact with the learning in Germany, their minds had been trained in
the unprofitable but severe school of abstruse casuistry, and they threw
themselves with avidity on the new sciences, surpassing even their
teachers in the philosophic grasp of the same. Such a man had been
Salomon Maimon, the Kantian scholar; such men were later those followers
of the Haskala who were active in the regeneration of a Hebrew
literature, with whom we have also become acquainted in former chapters
through their efforts of enlightening the masses; foremost of them,
however, was J. B. Levinsohn, who wrote but little in Judeo-German. He
was to the Jews of Russia what Mendelssohn had been half a century
before to the Jews of Germany.

The light of the Haskala entered Russia in two ways: through Galicia and
through Poland. Galicia was the natural gateway for German
enlightenment, as its Jews were instructed by means of works written in
Hebrew, which alone, outside of the native dialect, could be understood
in the interior of Russia. But this influence was only an indirect one,
for soon the German language began to be substituted and understood by
the people of Galicia, whereas that has never become the case in the
southwest of Russia, that is, in the contiguous territory. The case was
different in Russian Poland and Lithuania, for there were many
commercial relations between these countries and Germany, and there
existed German colonies in that part of the Empire. Consequently the
ground was here better prepared for the foreign culture. The seats of
the Haskala of these more northern regions were such towns as Zamoszcz
in the Government of Lublin, and Warsaw. Roughly speaking, the
geographically favored portion of the Jewish Pale was inhabited by the
Misnagdim, or strict ritualists, while the southwest was the seat of
that fanatical and superstitious sect of the Khassidim against whom
nearly all of the satirical literature of the last seventy-five years
has been directed.

As early as 1824 there was published a periodical in Warsaw in which the
German language, or a corrupt form of it, written with Hebrew
characters, was employed to serve as an intermediary of German culture.
In the same year B. Lesselroth used this form of German in writing a
Polish Grammar[74] for the use of his co-religionists. As has been
pointed out before, this mixture of Judeo-German was to serve only as an
intermediary for the introduction of the literary German which at that
time appeared as the only possible alternative for the homely dialects
of the Russian Jews. This mixed language has unfortunately remained the
literary norm of the northwest up to the present time, if one may at all
speak of norm in arbitrary compounds. In the southwest the dialects
were, in the first place, much more distant from the German than the
varieties of Lithuania, and the greater distance from German influence
made the existence of that corrupt German less possible. At about the
same time two books were published in Judeo-German, one in the south by
Mendel Lefin, the other in the north by Chaikel Hurwitz, which became
the standards of all future publications in the two divisions of the
Jewish Pale. The first, by adhering to the spoken form of the dialect,
has led to a normal development of both the language and the
literature. The second, being unnatural from the start, has produced
the ugliest excrescences, culminating in the ugliest productions of
Schaikewitsch and his tribe and still in progress of manufacture.

Hurwitz[75] was only following the natural tendencies of the Haskala
when he chose what he called a pure Judeo-German for his literary style.
In the introduction to his translation of Campe's 'Discovery of America'
from his own Hebrew version of the same he says: "This translation of
the 'Discovery of America' I have made from my Hebrew version. It is
written in a pure Judeo-German without the mixture of Hebrew, Polish,
and Turkish words which one generally finds in the spoken language." It
must however, be noted that he uses German forms very sparingly, and
that but for his avoiding Slavic and Hebrew words, his language is
really pure. It is only later, beginning with the writings of Dick, that
the real deterioration takes place.

This book was published in 1824 at Wilna. Its effect on the people was
very great. Previous to that year there were no other books to be had
except such as treated on ethical questions, or story-books, which had
been borrowed from older sources two or three centuries before. Books of
instruction there were none. This was the first ray that penetrated the
Ghettos from without. The people had no knowledge of America and
Columbus, and now they were furnished not only with a good story of
adventure, but in the introduction to the book they found a short
treatise on geography,--the first worldly science with which they now
became acquainted. It is interesting to note here by way of parallel
that a few years later the regeneration of Bulgaria from its centuries
of darkness began with a small work on geography, a translation from an
American school-book, published at Smyrna. It is true that to the
disciples of the Haskala works on the sciences were accessible in Hebrew
translations, but these were confined to a very small circle of readers,
and their influence on the masses was insignificant. If the followers of
the Haskala had not accepted blindly Mendelssohn's verdict against the
Judeo-German language, which was true only of the language spoken by the
Jews of Germany, but had furnished a literature of enlightenment in the
vernacular of the people instead of the language of the select few,
their efforts would have been crowned with far greater success. By
subscribing unconditionally to the teachings of their leader, they
retarded the course of events by at least half a century and widened the
chasm between the learned and the people, which it had been their desire
to bridge. English missionaries proceed much more wisely in their
efforts to evangelize a people. They always choose the everyday language
in which to speak to them, not the tongue of literature, which is less
accessible to them. Mainly by their efforts the Modern Armenian and
Bulgarian have been raised to a literary dignity, and with it there has
always followed a regeneration of letters and a national consciousness
that has in some cases led to political independence. The missionaries
have not always reaped a religious harvest, but their work has borne
fruit in many other ways. In the beginning of this century they also
directed their attention to the Christianization of the Jews of Poland.
The few works that they published in the pursuit of their aim,
especially the New Testament, are written in an excellent vernacular,
far superior to the one employed by Hurwitz and Lesselroth. It is a pity
the Jewish writers of the succeeding generations, particularly in the
northwest of Russia, did not learn wisdom from the English missionaries.

'The Discovery of America' has had edition after edition, and has been
read, at first surreptitiously, then more openly, by all who could read,
young and old, men and women. But Hurwitz was not forgiven by the
fanatics for descending to write on worldly matters, and after his death
it became the universal belief that the earth would not hold him for his
misdeed and that he was walking around as a ghost, in vain seeking a
resting-place.

In the south the first impulse for writing in Judeo-German was given by
the translations of the Proverbs, the Psalms, and Ecclesiastes by
Minchas Mendel Lefin. Of these only the Psalms were published in 1817;
Ecclesiastes was printed in 1873, while the Proverbs and a novel said to
be written by him have never been issued. To write in Jargon was to the
men of the Haskala a crime against reason, and Lefin was violently
attacked by Tobias Feder and others. He found, however, a sympathizer in
Jacob Samuel Bick, who warmly defended him against Feder, and by degrees
some of the best followers of the Haskala followed his good example.
Ettinger and Gottlober are known to have received their first lessons in
Judeo-German composition through the writings of Lefin, while by
inference one may regard him also as the prototype of Aksenfeld and
Zweifel. It was not so easy to brave the world with the despised Jargon,
and up to the sixties not one of the works of these writers appeared in
print. They passed in manuscript form from hand to hand, until the
favorable time had come for their publication; and then they were
generally not printed for those who wrote them, but for those who
possessed a manuscript, so that on the first editions of their works
their names do not appear at all.

Lefin's translations mark an era in Judeo-German literature. He broke
with the traditional language used in story-books and ethical works of
previous centuries, for that was merely a continuation of the language
of the first prints, in which local differences were obliterated in
order to make the works accessible to the German Jews of the East and
the West. It was not a spoken language, and it had no literary norm. In
the meanwhile the vernacular of the Slavic Jews had so far departed from
the book language as to make the latter almost unintelligible to the
masses. Lefin chose to remedy that by abandoning entirely the tradition,
and by writing exactly as the people spoke. He has solved his problem in
a remarkable way; for although he certainly knew well the German
language, there is not a trace of it in his writings. He is not at a
loss for a single word; if it does not exist in his dialect, he forms it
in the spirit of the dialect, and does not borrow it from German. As
linguistic material for the study of the Judeo-German in the beginning
of this century the writings of Lefin, Aksenfeld, Ettinger, Levinsohn,
and Gottlober are invaluable. But that is not the only value of Lefin's
writings. By acknowledging the people's right to be instructed by means
of an intelligible language, he at the same time opened up avenues for
the formation of a popular literature, based on an intimate acquaintance
with the mental life of the people. In fact, he himself gave the example
for that new departure by writing a novel 'The First Khassid.' In the
northwest the masses were not so much opposed to the new culture as in
the south, hence the writers could at once proceed to bring out books of
popular instruction clad in the form of stories. But the Khassidim of
the south would have rejected anything that in any way reminded them of
a civilization different from their own. In order to accomplish results
among them, they had to be more cautious and to approach their readers
in such a way that they were conscious only of the entertainment and not
of the instruction which was couched in the story. This demanded not
only the use of a pure vernacular, but also a detailed knowledge of the
mental habits of the people. As their conditions of life in no way
resembled those of any other people in Europe, their literature had to
be quite unique; and the works of the earlier writers are so peculiar in
regard to language, diction, and style as to baffle the translator, who
must remodel whole pages before he can render the original intelligibly.
Of such a character are the dramas of Aksenfeld, Ettinger, and J. B.
Levinsohn.

Ettinger, the first modern Judeo-German poet, has also written a drama
under the name of 'Serkele, or the False Anniversary.' His bias for
German culture shows itself in the general structure of his play, which
is like that of Lessing's dramas. The plot is laid in Lemberg, and
represents the struggle of German civilization with the mean and
dishonest ways of the older generation. Serkele has but one
virtue,--that of an egotistical love for her only daughter, the
half-educated, silly Freude Altele. In order to get possession of some
jewels deposited with her by her brother for his daughter Hinde, she
invents the story of his death. She is anxious to marry her daughter to
Gavriel Händler, who is represented to her as a rich speculator, but who
is in reality a common thief. He steals the casket containing the
jewels. When the theft is discovered she throws the guilt on Marcus
Redlich, a student of medicine, her daughter's private teacher, and
Hinde's lover. Hinde, too, is accused of complicity, and both are taken
in chains through the town. They pass a hostlery where a stranger has
just arrived, to whom Händler is trying to sell the jewels. The stranger
is Hinde's father. He recognizes his property, and seizes the thief just
as his daughter and her lover are taken by. A general recognition
follows, and all is righted. He finally forgives his sister, gives a
dowry to Freude Altele, who marries the innkeeper, while his daughter is
united to Marcus Redlich.

As in all the early productions of Judeo-German literature, there are in
that drama two distinct classes of characters: the ideal persons, the
uncle, Marcus Redlich and Hinde, and the real men and women who are
taken out of actual life. On the side of the first is all virtue, while
among the others are to be found the ugliest forms of vice. A worse
shrew than Serkele has hardly ever been depicted. Her speeches are
composed of a series of curses, in which the Jargon is peculiarly
inventive, interrupted by a stereotyped complaint of her ever failing
health. She hates her niece with the hatred that the tyrant has for the
object of his oppression, and she is quick to accuse her of improper
conduct, although herself of very lax morals. Nobody in the house
escapes the fury of her tongue, and her honest but weak husband has to
yield to the inevitable. The other characters are all well drawn, and
the play is an excellent portrayal of domestic life of seventy-five
years ago. It was written early in the twenties, but was printed only in
1861, since when it has had several editions.

In 1828 J. B. Levinsohn wrote his Hebrew work, 'Teudo Beisroel,' by
which the Haskala took a firm footing in Russia. About the same time
there circulated manuscript copies of a Judeo-German essay by the same
author, in which a sad picture of Jewish communal affairs was painted in
vigorous and idiomatic words. This essay, called 'The World Turned
Topsy-Turvy,'[76] is given in the form of a conversation by three
persons, of whom one is a stranger from a better country where the
affairs of the Jews are administered honestly. The other two in turn lay
before him an array of facts which it is painful to regard as having
existed in reality. It is interesting to note that the stranger, who is
Levinsohn himself, advocates the formation of agricultural colonies for
the Jews, by which he hoped to better their wretched condition and to
gain for them respect among those who accused them of being averse to
work.

The most original and most prolific Judeo-German writer of this early
period was Israel Aksenfeld.[77] He was born in the last quarter of the
eighteenth century, and had passed the early days of his life in the
neighborhood of the Rabbi of Braslow, a noted Khassid, being himself a
follower of that sect. Later in life, in the fifties, he is remembered
as a notary public in Odessa. He was a man of great culture. Those who
knew him then speak in the highest terms of the kindly old man that he
was. They also like to dwell on the remarkable qualities of his cultured
wife, from whom he is supposed to have received much inspiration.[78]
That is all that is known of his life. Gottlober mentions also in his
'Recollections' that he had written twenty-six books, and that according
to Aksenfeld's own statements they had been written in the twenties or
thereabout. Of these only five were printed in the sixties; the rest are
said to be stored away in a loft in Odessa, where they are held as
security for a debt incurred by the trustee of his estate. Although this
fact is known to some of the Jews of that city, no one has taken any
steps to redeem the valuable manuscripts. This is to be greatly
regretted, as his books throw light on a period of history for which
there is no other documentary evidence except that given by the writings
of men who lived at that time.

Of the five books printed, one is a novel, the other four are dramas.
The first, under the name of 'The Fillet of Pearls,' shows up the
hypocrisy and rascality of the Khassidic miracle-workers, as only one
who has himself been initiated in their doings could relate them. The
hero of the novel is Mechel Mazeewe. He is discovered eating on a minor
fast day, and the Rabbi uses this as an excuse for extorting all the
money the poor fellow had earned by teaching little children and young
women. His engagement to one of his pupils, the daughter of the beadle,
is broken off for the same reason. Disgusted with his town, he goes away
from it in order to earn a living elsewhere. Good fortune takes him to
Breslau, where he, for the first time, discovers that there are also
clean, honest, peaceful Jews. He is regenerated, and returns to his
native town, where in the meantime the miracle-working Rabbi has
succeeded in rooting out the last vestige of heresy. At the house of the
Rabbi, Mechel has an occasion to prove the falseness of his pretensions
to the assembled people. Mechel is reunited with his bride.

This bare skeleton of the plot is developed with great care, and is
adorned with a variety of incidents, each forming a story within the
story. The biting satire, the sharp humor, the rapid development of
situations, are only excelled by his dramatic sense, which makes him
pass rapidly from descriptions, without elaborating them to the form of
dialogue. His mastery of the dialect is remarkable; for although one can
here and there detect his intimate acquaintance with German literature,
there is not a single case where he has been led under obligations to
the German language in thought or a word: German is as foreign to him as
French or Latin. Of his dramas it will be sufficient to discuss one to
show their general structure. The most dramatic of these is the one
entitled 'The First Recruit' and tells of the terrible time in 1827 when
the Ukase drafting Jewish young men into the army had for the first time
been promulgated. To the ignorant masses it seemed as though the world
would come to an end. To avoid the great misfortune of having their
sons taken away from them, they married them off before they had
reached their teens; finding that that did not prevent the 'catchers'
from seizing them, maimed, halt, sickly men were preferred as husbands
to their daughters; in short, all was done to avert the unspeakable
calamity of serving the Czar. As in the novel, there are plots within
the plot, and didactic passages are woven into the play without in the
least disturbing its unity.

The tragedy consists of eight scenes. The first opens with a noisy
meeting at the house of Solomon Rascal, a Parnes-Chōdesch
(representative of the Jewish community), on a Saturday afternoon. The
cause of the disturbance is the order to furnish one recruit from their
town, which had just been brought in from the capital of the district by
two soldiers. The assembled kahal are wondering whether it is incumbent
upon them to sign the receipt of the order, while the infuriated mob
without is clamoring that the Ukase will be ineffective as long as not
signed by the representatives of the Congregation. The kahal is divided
on the subject, and the women take a part in the discussion, making
matters lively. Upon the advice of one of the men, the meeting is
adjourned to the house of Aaron Wiseman, the honored merchant of their
town of Nowhere, where they expect to get a satisfactory solution in
their perplexity. The second scene is the ideal scene of the play. Here
is depicted the happy and orderly home life of the cultured
merchant,--the reverse of the picture just portrayed. Jisrolik the
Ukrainian arrives and announces the decision of the kahal to refer the
matter to him. Aaron Wiseman explains how the Emperor had not intended
to bring new misfortunes upon the Jews by the mandate, but how by
imposing on them the honorable duty of defending their country, he was
investing them with a new privilege upon which greater liberties would
follow. This he farther elucidates in the next scene before the
assembled representatives of the Congregation. The fourth scene is laid
in the inn, where we are introduced to Nachman the Big, the practical
joker and terror of the town. In the following scene, Aaron Wiseman
advises the kahal to use a ruse by which Nachman will voluntarily offer
himself as a soldier, thus freeing the town from the unpleasant duty of
making a more worthy family unhappy. Wiseman explains that Nachman has
been a source of trouble to all, and that military service would be the
only thing that would keep him from a possible life of crime. The ruse
is accomplished in the following manner: it is known that Nachman has
been casting his eyes on Früme, the good and beautiful daughter of
Risches the Red, the tax-gatherer. It is proposed to send a schadchen to
Nachman, pretending that Früme's parents seek an alliance with him, and
that Früme loves him, and that she wants to get a proof of his affection
in his offering himself up as a soldier. The apparent incongruity of the
request is amply accounted for in the play by the fact that he who has
lost his heart also loses his reason. In the next two scenes the plot is
carried out, and Nachman becomes a soldier. The last scene contains the
tragic denouement. Chanzi, the go-between, comes to the house of Früme
and tells her of the fraud perpetrated on Nachman. But, alas, Früme
actually loves Nachman, and she silently suffers at the recital of the
story. The climax is reached when her father arrives and tells of
Nachman's self-sacrifice, how he has given himself up for the love he
bears her, how they put him in chains and took him away. Früme bears
her secret to the last, but her heart breaks, and she dies. The sorrow
of her parents is great. During the lamentation Nachman's blind mother
arrives, led by a little girl. She has learned of Chanzi's treachery,
and breaks out in loud curses against those who took part in the plot.
As she steps forward, she touches the dead body of her whom Nachman had
thought to be his bride. She addresses her as though she were alive and
consoles her that she need not be ashamed of Nachman, who had been an
inoffensive, though somewhat wild, boy. While speaking this, she faints
over her body.

The characters are all admirably delineated, and how true to nature the
whole play is one can see from a matter-of-fact story, by Dick,[79] of
the effects of the Ukase on the city of Wilna. Except for the tragic
plot, the drama may serve as a historical document of the event, and is
a valuable material for the study of the Jewish mind in the beginning of
Nicholas's reign. This must also be said of the other plays of
Aksenfeld, which all deal with conditions of contemporary Jewish
society.

Similar to Aksenfeld's subject in 'The Fillet of Pearls' is the comedy
'The Marriage Veil' by Gottlober, which he wrote in 1838. Jossele, a
young man with modern ideas, is to be married to a one-eyed monster,
while his sweetheart, Freudele, is to be mated on the same day with a
disfigured fool. By Jossele's machinations, in which he takes advantage
of the superstitions of the people, he is united under the marriage veil
to Freudele, while the two monstrosities are married to each other. This
is found out too late to be mended. This plot is only an excuse to show
up the hypocrisy and rascality of the miracle-working Rabbi in even a
more grotesque way than in 'The Fillet of Pearls.' A much finer work is
his story 'The Transmigration,' which, however, is said to be based on a
similar story in the Hebrew, by Erter. In this a dead soul, previous to
finding its final resting-place, relates of its many transmigrations ere
reaching its last stage. The succession of mundane existences is
strictly in keeping with the previous moral life of the soul. It starts
out with being a Khassidic singer, who, like all the followers of the
Rabbi, is represented as an ignorant dupe. After his death he naturally
is turned into a horse, the emblem of good-natured stupidity according
to the popular Jewish idea. Then he is in turn a Precentor, a fish, a
tax-gatherer, a dog, a critic, an ass, a doctor, a leech, a usurer, a
pig, a contractor. By far the most interesting and dramatic incident is
that of the doctor, who is trying to pass for a pious Jew, but who is
caught eating lobsters, which are forbidden by the Mosaic Law, and who
dies from strangulation in his attempt to swallow a lobster to hide his
crime. The story is told in a fluent manner, is very witty, and puts in
strong relief the various characters which are satirized.

Like the poetry of the same period, the prose literature of the writers
previous to the sixties is of a militant nature. It had for its aim the
dispersion of ignorance and superstition, and the introduction of the
Haskala and Western civilization among the Jews of Russia. The main
attack of all these early works was directed against the fanaticism of
the Khassidic sect, against the hypocrisy of its miracle-working Rabbis
in whose interest it lay to oppose the light at all cost. But the
authors not only attacked the evil, they also showed the way for a
reform: this they did by contrasting the low, sordid instincts of the
older generation with the quiet, honest lives of the new. Of course, the
new generation is all German. The ideal characters of Ettinger's drama,
Aksenfeld's hero in 'The Fillet of Pearls,' Gottlober's Jossele, have
all received their training in Germany. At the same time, in accordance
with the Mendelssohnian School, these ideal persons are not opposed to
the tenets of Judaism; on the contrary, they are represented as the
advocates of a pure religion in place of the base substitute of
Khassidism. Outside of the didactic purpose, which, however, does not
obtrude on the artistic development of the story, the Judeo-German
literature of that period owes its impulse to the three German authors,
Lessing, Schiller, Jean Paul Richter. As regards its language, the
example set by Lefin prevails, and all the productions are written in an
idiomatic, pure dialect of the author's nearest surroundings. There is
but one exception to that, and that is 'The Discovery of America,'
which, being mainly intended for a Lithuanian public, is written in a
language which makes approaches to the literary German, whereby it
opened wide the way to misuses of various kinds.




X. PROSE WRITERS FROM 1863-1881: ABRAMOWITSCH


Zederbaum,[80] the friend and fellow-townsman of Ettinger, began in 1863
to publish a Judeo-German weekly under the name of _Kol-mewasser_, as a
supplement to his Hebrew weekly, the _Hameliz_. This was the first organ
of the kind for Russia, for the one edited in Warsaw forty years before
was not written in the dialect of the people. Let us look for the cause
of such an innovation.

The advocates of the Haskala regarded it as one of their sacred duties
to spread culture wherever and whenever they could do so. This they did
through the medium of the Hebrew and the Judeo-German. The first was a
literary language, the other was not regarded as worthy of being such.
If, therefore, there was some cause to feel an author's pride in
attaching one's name to productions in the first tongue, there was no
inducement to subscribe it to works in the second. It was, to a certain
extent, a sacrifice that the authors made in condescending to compose in
Judeo-German, and the only reward they could expect was the good their
books would do in disseminating the truth among their people. The songs
of M. Gordon and Gottlober, and the works of Ettinger and Aksenfeld,
were passed anonymously throughout the whole land. The books were not
even printed, but were manifolded in manuscript form by those who had
the Haskala at heart. A few years before the issue of the
_Kol-mewasser_, the efforts of these men began to bear ample fruit. It
was no longer dangerous to be called a 'German,' and many Jewish
children were being sent to the gymnasia, to which the Government had in
the meanwhile admitted them. The Rabbinical schools at Wilna and
Zhitomir, too, were graduating sets of men who had been receiving
religious instruction according to the improved methods of the Haskala.
It was then that some of the works written decades before, for the first
time saw daylight, but more as a matter of curiosity of what had been
done long ago, than with any purpose. It would even then have been
somewhat risky to sign one's name to them for fear of ridicule, and no
native firm would readily undertake their publication. Thus the first
two works of Aksenfeld were issued from a press at Leipsic in 1862,
while Ettinger's 'Serkele' had appeared the year before at Johannisburg.
Only the following year Linetzki's 'Poems' were published at Kiev, and,
by degrees, the authors took courage to abandon their anonyms and
pseudonyms for their own names. The time was ripe for a periodical to
collect the scattered forces, for there was still work to be done among
those who had not mastered the sacred language, and they were in the
majority. At that juncture, Zederbaum began to issue his supplement to
the _Hameliz_.

This new weekly was not only the crowning of the work of the past
generation of writers, it became also the seminary of a new set of
authors. It fostered the talents of those who, for want of a medium of
publication, might have devoted their strength entirely to Hebrew, or
would have attempted to assimilate to themselves the language of the
country. In the second year of the existence of the periodical, there
appeared in it 'The Little Man,' the first work of Abramowitsch, who
was soon to lead Judeo-German literature to heights never attempted
before by it, and with whom a new and more fruitful era begins.

Solomon Jacob Abramowitsch[81] was born in 1835, in the town of Kopyl,
in the Government of Minsk. He received his Jewish instruction in a
_Cheeder_, and later in a _Jeschiwe_, a kind of Jewish academy. He
consequently, up to his seventeenth year, had had no other instruction
except in religious lore. His knowledge of Hebrew was so thorough that,
at the age of seventeen, he was able to compose verses in that language.
He lost his father early, and his mother married a second time. When he
was eighteen years old, there arrived in his native town a certain
Awremel the Lame, who had been leading a vagabond's life over the
southern part of Russia. He told so many wonderful stories about
Volhynia, where, according to his words, there flowed milk and honey,
that many of the inhabitants of Kopyl were thinking of emigrating to the
south. Awremel also persuaded Abramowitsch's aunt to go with him in
search of her absent husband. That she did, taking her nephew along with
her. It soon turned out, however, that Awremel was exploiting them as
objects of charity, by collecting alms over the breadth and length of
the country. For several months he kept zigzagging in his wagon from
town to town, wherever he expected to find charitable Jews, until at
last they arrived a certain distance beyond Kremenets. Here they passed
a carriage from which proceeded a voice calling Abramowitsch by his
given name. They stopped, and Abramowitsch was astonished to discover
his friend of his childhood, who had, in the meantime, become a
chorister in Kremenets. The latter invited his youthful friend to go
back to town with him, promising to take care of him. This the young
wanderer was only too glad to do, for he wished to be rid of Awremel,
who had been tantalizing him with his almsbegging. The Precentor, who
was in the carriage with the chorister, paid off the driver, and
Abramowitsch started with them back to town, where a new period began in
his life.

His thorough acquaintance with the Talmud and the Hebrew language soon
gained him many friends, and he was able to make a living by teaching
the children of the wealthier inhabitants. One of his friends advised
him to make the acquaintance of the poet Gottlober, who, at that time,
was teaching in one of the local Jewish schools. The old man who was
giving him that counsel added: "Go to see him some evening when no one
will notice you, and make his acquaintance. He is an apostate who shaves
his beard, and he does not enjoy the confidence of our community. Nor do
we permit young men to cultivate an acquaintance with him; but you are a
learned man, and you will know how to meet the statements of that
heretic. He is a fine Hebrew scholar, and it might do you good to meet
him. Remember the words of Rabbi Meier: 'Eat the wholesome fruit, and
cast away the rind.' I'll tell the beadle to show you the way to the
apostate."

On the evening of the following day, Abramowitsch betook himself, with a
copy of a Hebrew drama he had composed, to the house of Gottlober. The
latter smiled at the childish attempt of the young Talmudist, but he
did not fail to recognize the talent that needed only the fostering care
of a teacher to reach its full development, and he himself offered his
services to him, and invited him to be a frequent caller at his house.
Here, under the guidance of Gottlober's elder daughter, he received his
first instruction in European languages, and in the rudiments of
arithmetic. He swallowed with avidity everything he could get, and soon
he was able to write a Hebrew essay on education which was printed in
the _Hamagid_, and which attracted much attention at the time. His fate
soon led him to Berdichev, "the Jewish Moscow," where he married for a
second time, and settled down for many years. In 1859 his first serious
work, still in Hebrew, was published. In 1863 began his Judeo-German
career, in which he still continues, and which has made him famous among
all who read in that language.

The tradition of the Haskala came down to Abramowitsch in an
uninterrupted succession, from Mendel Lefin through Ettinger and
Gottlober. He, too, started out with the set purpose of spreading
enlightenment among his people, and in his first two works we find a
sharp demarkation between the two kinds of character, the ideal and the
real. But he was too much of an artist by nature to persevere in his
didactic attitude, and before long he abandoned entirely that field, to
devote his undivided energy to the production of purely artistic works.
Even his earlier books, in which he combats some public nuisance, differ
materially from those of his predecessors in that they reflect not only
conditions of society as they actually existed at his time, but in that
his characters are true studies from nature. No one of his
contemporaries reading, for example, his 'The Little Man,' could be in
doubt of who was meant by this or that name. The portrait was so
closely, and yet so artistically, copied from some well-known denizen of
Berdichev that there could be no doubt as to the identity. There are
even more essential points in his stories and dramas in which he widely
departs from his predecessors. While these saw in a religious reform and
in German culture a solution out of the degraded state into which their
co-religionists had fallen, he preached that a reform from within must
precede all regeneration from without. While they directed their attacks
against the Khassidim as the enemies of light, and their Rabbis as their
spiritual guides, he cautiously avoided all discussions of religion and
culture, and sought in local communal reforms a basis for future
improvements. To him the physical well-being of the masses was a more
important question than their spiritual enlightenment, and according to
his ideas a moral progress was only possible after the economical
condition had been considerably bettered. His precursors had looked upon
the Haskala as the most precious treasure, to be preferred to all else
in life. Abramowitsch loves his people more than wisdom and culture, and
the more oppressed and suffering those he loves, the more earnest and
the more fervent are his words in their behalf. He is the advocate of
the poor against the rich, the downtrodden against the oppressor, the
meek and long-suffering against the haughty usurper of the people's
rights. He is, consequently, worshipped by the masses, and has been
hated and persecuted by those whose meanness, rascality, and hypocrisy
he has painted in such glaring colors. He had even once to flee for his
life, so enraged had the representatives of the kahal become at their
lifelike pictures in one of his dramas. His love for the people is an
all-pervading passion, for man is his Godhead. There is a divine
element in the lowest of human beings, and he thinks it worth while to
discover it and to bring it to light, that it may outshine all the vices
that have beclouded it. He turns beggar with the beggar he describes,
becomes insane with him who ponders over the ills of this earth, and
suffers the criminal's punishment. He at all times identifies himself
with those of whom he speaks.

In the more external form of composition there is again a vast progress
from the writings of Lefin to the style and diction of Abramowitsch.
Lefin was the first to show what vigor there was in the use of the
everyday vernacular. Ettinger, Aksenfeld, and Gottlober have well
adapted that simple, unadorned speech to the requirements of literary
productions; but it was only Abramowitsch who demonstrated what wealth
of word-building, what possibilities of expression, lay dormant in the
undeveloped dialects of Judeo-German. He was peculiarly fitted to enrich
the language by new formations, for having passed the first eighteen
years of his life in Lithuania and passing the greater part of his later
years in the Southwest, he was enabled to draw equally from the source
of his native Lithuanian dialect and the spoken variety of his new home.
He has welded the two so well that his works can be read with equal ease
in the North and in the South, whereas the language of Aksenfeld offers
a number of difficulties to the Lithuanians and even the Polish Jews
whose dialect the Southern variety resembles. In diction he differs from
his masters in that he substitutes a regular prose structure for the
semi-dramatic utterances of the older narration, without affecting the
natural speeches of the characters wherever these are introduced. In
these cases he becomes so idiomatic as to baffle the best translator,
who must be frequently satisfied with mere circumlocutions. He also
abandons the anonym of the former generation for a pseudonym, Mendele
the Bookpedler, which is, however, but a thin disguise for his real
name, for his writings are of such an individuality that there can be no
doubt about their authorship. Beginning with Abramowitsch style is
regarded as an important requisite of a Judeo-German work.

Now we shall turn to the discussion of his several books. The subject of
his first, 'The Little Man,' is an autobiography of a man, who, by low
flattery, vile servility, and all dishonest ways, rises to high places
of emolument which he uses entirely in order to enrich himself at the
expense of the people. Such men had been the bane of Jewish communities
in the middle of our century. In Berdichev it was, at the time of the
publication of the book, Jacob Josef Alperin, who by similar means had
come to be the right hand of the Governor General, Bibikov; but far more
vile than he was Hersch Meier Held, who stood in the same relation to
Alperin that the latter occupied to the Governor General. That flunky of
a flunky is personified as the hero of the story, Isaac Abraham Takif.
In this work we still have the ideal persons of the older writers. We
are introduced there to a poor, honest, and cultured family, in whom one
cannot fail to recognize his master and friend, Gottlober, and his
daughter.

If this work made him a host of friends among those who were the victims
of Alperin and Held, the next drama he wrote endangered his stay in
Berdichev, for the persons attacked in it, the representatives of the
kahal, would not shrink from any crime to rid themselves of a man who,
like Abramowitsch, had come to be a power and a stumbling-block to their
incredible rascalities. The greatest curse of the Jewish community in
Russia had ever been the meat and candle tax, which all had to pay,
nominally to support communal institutions, but the greater part of
which went into the pockets of the representatives of the kahal to whom
the tax was farmed out. No meat and no candle could be purchased without
that arbitrary imposition by the members of the kahal, who in their
fiendish craving for money increased the original cost of meat several
fold, and who spared no means, however criminal, to silence any
opposition to their doings. It is these men that Abramowitsch had the
courage to hold up to the scorn of the people in his 'The Meat-Tax, or
the Gang of City Benefactors.'[82] He had to flee for his life, but the
drama did its work. It even attracted the attention of the Government,
which tried to remedy the evil. It became the possession of the people,
and many of its salient sentences have become everyday proverbs. The
revolt against that Gang of City Benefactors of Berdichev was so great
that Moses Josef Chodrower, whom all recognized as the prototype of the
arch-rascal Spodek in the play, and who had been a prominent and wealthy
merchant, was soon driven into bankruptcy by the infuriated population
that refused to support him. That was the first time that a literary
production written in Judeo-German had become a factor in social
affairs. A Russian troupe that was then playing at Berdichev wanted to
give a Russian version of the drama, but was restrained from doing so by
the machinations of the kahal. The book had done its work thoroughly.

In the same year there appeared his story from the life of the Jewish
mendicants, 'Fischke the Lame.'[83] This psychological study of the
impulses of the lowest dregs of society is probably unique in all
literature. It is a love story from the world of the lame and the halt
that constitute the profession of mendicants in the Jewish part of every
Russian town in the West. But it is not merely the love of Fischke the
Lame for a beggar girl and the jealousy of his blind wife, who
tyrannizes over him in spite of her affliction, that we are made
acquainted with in that remarkable book. We are introduced there to a
class of people with entirely different motives, different aims in life,
from those we are accustomed to see about us. They hide from daylight
and have a morality of their own; but yet they are possessed of the
passions that we find in beings endowed with all the senses and enjoying
the advantages of well-organized society. One must have lived among
them, been one of them, so to reproduce their language, their thoughts,
as Abramowitsch has done in this novel; and one must have broad
sympathies with all humankind to be able to find the divine spark ablaze
even in the lowest men.

His next work,'The Dobbin,'[84] is the most perfect of his productions.
It unites into one a psychological study of a demented man, with a
delicate allegory, in which the history of his people in Russia is
delineated, thus serving as a transition from the pure novel in his
former production to the composite allegory in his poetical work 'Judel'
which was published a few years later. It combines a biting satire with
a tragic story; it is a prophecy and a history in one. If the 'Meat Tax'
had made him the favorite of the masses who suffered from the
oppression of the members of the kahal, 'The Dobbin' was calculated to
endear him with all who professed the Jewish faith; for while the first
pointed out an internal evil which could be remedied, the second painted
in vivid colors their sufferings in the present and the misfortunes
which awaited them in the future, which were entirely of an external
nature over which they had no control. It showed them more graphically
than anything that had been said heretofore how helpless they were to
meet the charges which were continually cast against them by the
Gentiles and the Government. Abramowitsch foresaw that the turning-point
in the inner life of his race was near at hand, that the call to
progress of the early writers had availed them little in righting them
with the world without, that his own productions acquainting them with
their weak points from within were now out of place, and that soon they
would need only words of consolation such as are uttered when a great
calamity overtakes a people.

In 1873 hardly any one dreamed of the possibility of the riots against
the Jews that were to be inaugurated eight years later, for it was just
then that the highest privileges had been granted to them, and the
assimilation had been going on to such an extent that Judeo-German
literature would have been a thing of the past, had not the writers of
the previous decade continued now and then to issue a volume of their
works. But Abramowitsch saw that the reforms of Alexander II. were not
conceived in the same liberal spirit as had been proposed by Nicholas
I., and that sooner or later they would be followed by retrenchments
such as would throw the Jews back into conditions far worse than those
they had been in half a century before; for they would find no avenues
for their many new energies which they had developed in the meanwhile.
It is this coming event that the author has depicted in his fantastic
story, 'The Dobbin.' Jisrolik has made up his mind to acquire Gentile
culture, and he is preparing himself for an examination in the
Gymnasium. He falls in with a Dobbin that is pursued by everybody, and
this so affects him, together with the worry over his examination, that
he becomes demented, and he imagines that the Dobbin is talking to him.
After that the animal is introduced as a transmigrated soul that tells
its biography. The Dobbin is the personification of the Jewish race. The
book was very popular, and although there was a demand for new editions,
the Russian Government would not permit them, as even this veiled
allegory appeared to it as too open an accusation of its acts. Only
sixteen years later the censor relaxed and allowed a second edition to
appear.

In 1879 there was published by Abramowitsch a volume entitled 'The
Wanderings of Benjamin the Third,'[85] which is an excellent pendant to
Cervantes's famous work and which has therefore been called by its
Polish translator 'The Jewish Don Quixote.' The subject of his
caricature was a real fellow, named Tscharny, who had been employed by
some French society to undertake a scientific journey into the Caucasus,
but who was entirely unfit for the work, as he had a very superficial
knowledge of geography. For his more immediate purpose Abramowitsch
copied a crazy fellow who was all the time citing passages from a
fantastic Hebrew geography he had been poring over. Out of this
Abramowitsch evolved the story of the Quixotic fellow who starts out to
discover the mystic river Sambation and the tribe of the Red Jews, but
who never gets any further than the town of Berdichev and its dirty
river Gnilopyat.

Of the other works[86] of Abramowitsch the most important is his drama
'The Enlistment,' which deals with the same subject as Aksenfeld's 'The
First Recruit,' but referring it to more modern times. After a long
silence the author has again resumed his pen, and one may look forward
for some new classics in Judeo-German. He has also written a number of
popular scientific articles, which have been widely circulated by means
of calendars which he has edited. His popularity as a writer is best
illustrated by the fact that for a series of years his income from his
books and calendars has amounted to three thousand roubles a year.
Considering the poverty of the reading public, for whom cheap editions
have to be issued, and the general custom of borrowing books rather than
buying them, this will appear as a very great sum indeed. Many of the
younger authors lovingly refer to him as the 'Grandfather,' although no
one has attempted to imitate him either in manner or style. He forms by
himself a school, and would have been the last to write in the dialect
but for the occurrences of the eighties that have been the cause of a
new set of writers who have no reason to follow the authors of the
period of the Haskala, but who dip their pens in the blood that has been
shed in the riots, or who from the same cause speak to their brethren,
though not of them.




XI. PROSE WRITERS FROM 1863-1881: LINETZKI, DICK


In 1867 the _Kol-mewasser_ began publishing a serial story by
Linetzki[87] under the name of 'The Polish Boy.' Its popularity at once
became so great that to satisfy the impatient public the editor was
induced to print the whole in book form as a supplement long before it
had been finished in the periodical. The interest in the book lay not so
much in the fact that it was written with boundless humor as in its
being practically an autobiography in which the readers found so much to
bring back recollections of their own sad youth. They found there a
graphic description of the whole course of a Khassid's life as no one
before Linetzki had painted it,--as only one could paint it who had
himself been one of the sect, standing in an even nearer relation to
their Rabbis than had been the case with Aksenfeld. While the latter had
been a follower of one, Linetzki had narrowly escaped being a Rabbi
himself, had suffered all kinds of persecution for attempting to abandon
the narrow sphere of a Khassid's activity, and knew from bitter
experience all the facts related in his work. The story of his own life,
unadorned by any fiction, was dramatic enough to be worth telling, but
he has enriched it with so many details of everyday incidents as to
change the simple biography into a valuable cyclopedia of the life and
thoughts of his contemporaries, in which one may get information on the
folklore, games, education, superstitions, and habits of his people in
the middle of our century.

Linetzki was born in 1839 in Vinitsa, in the Government of Podolsk. At
the age of six he was far enough advanced in Hebrew to begin the study
of the Talmud. At ten he had passed through all the Jewish schools, and
there was nothing left for his teachers to teach him. He was an _Ilui_,
an accomplished scholar, but his father, who was a Khassidic Rabbi, was
not satisfied with his mere scholastic acquirements; he wanted him to be
initiated in all the mysteries of the Cabbala which would make of him a
fanatical Khassid. He was put for that purpose in the hands of a few of
his blind followers, who did not spare any means to kill the last ray of
reason in him, even if they had to resort to violent punishments, with
which they were very liberal. Instead of curbing his spirit, they only
succeeded in nurturing an undying hatred toward themselves and
everything connected with their doctrine. But finding it impossible to
tear himself away from their tyranny, he finally feigned submission and
openly professed adherence to his sect, while he secretly visited the
few intelligent people that the town could muster up and borrowed from
them works that told of the Haskala or that gave some useful
instruction. These books he would take with him to uninhabited houses,
or to the empty synagogues, and pore over them until their contents had
been appropriated by the precocious boy. His father began to suspect
that something was wrong with his son, so at the age of fourteen he
married him to a girl who, he hoped, would take him back on the road of
Khassidism. But finding that, contrary to his expectations, she agreed
in everything with her child-husband, the father managed to divorce her
from him. Linetzki's patience had come to an end; he threw off the thin
mask he had been wearing, and began to make open attacks on the
fanatics. He was again forced into marriage, but with the same result as
before. The Khassidim now wanted to get rid of him at all cost, and in a
dark night he was seized by them and thrown into the river. He was saved
as if by a miracle. After that he was carefully guarded by the police,
and his enemies did not dare to lay hands on him again. At the age of
eighteen he escaped to Odessa, where he eked out his existence by
teaching Hebrew to children, all the time perfecting himself in worldly
sciences. He was again pursued by the Khassidim of the city, who got
away with a box full of his manuscripts, and he decided to leave Russia,
to take a course at the Rabbinical Seminary in Breslau. What was his
surprise when, upon arriving at the Austrian frontier, he was put in
chains by the Rabbi of the border town, who threatened to present a
forged despatch from Odessa in which Linetzki was named as a dangerous
criminal. He again pretended to repent, and was taken back to his
father, from whom the forged despatch had emanated. The latter compelled
his son to do penance at the house of the Rabbi of Sadugora. After that
he was divorced from his second wife, as it was hoped that it would
conciliate him to free him from the ties which had been hateful to him.
Linetzki, however, took the first occasion to escape again. This time he
went to Zhitomir, where at the age of twenty-three he entered the third
class of the Rabbinical school, as his insufficient knowledge of Russian
made it impossible for him to attend a higher class. His schoolmates
were about twelve years old, and ridiculed the man who was sitting on
the same bench with them. He left the institution and went to Kiev,
where in 1863 his Judeo-German literary career began by his volume of
poetry discussed in a previous chapter. His next work was 'The Polish
Boy,' which has gained him a reputation as a classic writer.

Were it not for the many didactic passages which the author has
interwoven in the second part of his story, it might easily be counted
among the most perfect productions of Jewish literature. These
unfortunately mar the unity of the whole. Except for these, the book is
characterized by a truly Rabelaisian humor. Its greatest merit is that
it follows so closely actual experiences as to become a photographic
reproduction of scenes. There is hardly any plot in it, and it is
doubtful if Linetzki would have succeeded so well had he attempted a
piece of fiction, for in his many later works he is signally defective
in this direction. The mere photographic quality of the story, the
straightforward tone that pervades it, the grotesque, unbounded humor
which one meets at every turn, have made it acceptable to the Khassidim
themselves, who grin at their caricatures but must confess that it is
absolutely true. The copy of the book in my possession was sold to me by
a pious itinerant Rabbi, who had treasured it as a precious work.

Linetzki was misled by his early success to regard his unchecked humor
as his special domain, and into cultivating it to the exclusion of the
finer qualities of style and sound reason. The farther he proceeds,[88]
the less readable his works become, the coarser his wit. Later, in the
eighties, he abandons entirely original work to devote himself to the
translation of German books. We have from his pen versions of Lessing's
'Nathan the Wise' and Graetz's 'History of the Jews.' The first is
rather a free paraphrase than an artistic translation, while the second
is not as carefully done as one might have expected. But once has he
returned to the style of his 'The Polish Boy,' in his 'The Maggot in the
Horseradish,'[89] but that is but a reflection of his great work.
Linetzki's reputation is based only on his first novel, which will ever
remain a classic.

A number of men with less talent than those heretofore mentioned have
attempted imitations of this or that popular book. Among these writers
the attacks against the Khassidim still continue at a time when they
have lost their power to sting, when the best authors have abandoned
that field for more useful works. However, some of the minor productions
are quite creditable performances. Such, for example, is the well-told
story in verse by M. Epstein, entitled 'Lemech, the Miracle-worker,'
published in 1880. It tells of Lemech the tailor who leaves his wife,
and turns miracle-worker, which he finds more profitable than his
tailoring. He settles in a distant town and persuades one of the wealthy
men to give him his daughter in marriage. The miracle-worker must not be
refused, and the daughter's previous engagement with Rosenblatt, her
lover, is broken off. Just as the rings are to be exchanged which would
unite Lemech with Rosenblatt's former bride, Rosenblatt steps up with
Lemech's wife, who has been travelling about to find her unfaithful
husband, whom she knows only as a tailor. The story is developed
naturally, and the reflections interwoven in it are well worth reading.
An earlier one-act drama by the same author, 'The Drubbing of the
Apostate at Foolstown,' relates also in verse of the punishment
inflicted by the Rabbi on the Jew who had been found reading one of
Mendelssohn's books. Another, 'The Conversation of the Khassidim,' by
Maschil Brettmann, gives in the form of a dialogue the best exposition
of the tenets of that sect, and shows how the various stories of
miracle-workings originate. The introduction contains a short historical
sketch of this strange aberration of miracle-working, written in an
excellent prose.

While these writers had in view the eradication of some error and the
dissemination of culture by their works, the ancient story-telling for
the mere love of amusing still continues to attract the masses. The
better class of authors were too serious to condescend to compete with
the badchen in their efforts to entertain. The lighter story was
consequently left to an inferior set of men who frequently had no other
excuse for writing their stories than the hope of earning a few roubles
by them. Of such a character are 'Doctor Kugelmann,' 'Wigderl the Son of
Wigderl.' There is, however, a wide difference in these from similar
story-books of the previous generation. The older chapbooks were based
mainly on the romantic material of the West, generally reflecting
nothing of the Jewish life in them. The newer stories of the Southwest
of Russia have this in common with the works of the classical writers,
that they reproduce scenes of contemporaneous Jewish life. At times
these tales are well told and well worth reading. Such is the amusing
_quid pro quo_ in 'A Jew, then not a Jew, then a Good Jew [_i.e._ a
Khassid], and Again a Jew,' by S. Hochbaum. Still more interesting is
the charming comedy 'The Savings of the Women' by Ludwig Levinsohn.[90]
Its plot is as follows: Jekel, a Khassid, returns late at night to his
house, where he is awaited by his wife Selde. To silence her torrent of
invectives he invents a story that the decree of Rabbi Gershon, by which
monogamy had been introduced among the Jews of Europe in the eleventh
century, was about to be dissolved in order that by marrying several
wives the Jews of the town might get new dowries with which to pay the
arrears in their taxes. His wife spreads this news throughout the
community, to the great terror of the women. They resolve to avert the
calamity by offering up their savings stored away in stockings and
bundles. These are brought to the assembled brotherhood of the
Khassidim, who, of course, use the money for a jollification. There are
many amusing incidents in the play. The servant of Selde is dreaming of
the time when she shall be married to Jekel and when she will lord it
over her former mistress; the scene in the women's galleries when the
news of the impending misfortune is reported is very humorous, and the
attempt of the Rabbi's wife to learn the truth of the fact from her
husband who had not been initiated in the story by Jekel is quite
dramatic. It is one of the best, if not the best, comedy written in
Judeo-German.

A number of witty stories in a semi-dramatic form have been produced by
Ulrich Kalmus; the most of these are disfigured by coarse jokes, but a
few of them it would well pay to rearrange for scenic representation.
One of his best is a version of the Talmudical legend of the devil and
the bad wife; it is almost precisely the same that Robert Browning has
versified in his 'Doctor ----.' A good story, resembling Linetzki's 'The
Polish Boy,' but with much less bitterness and humor, is given in
'Jekele Kundas,' by one who signs himself by the pseudonym Abasch.
Translations from foreign tongues are not uncommon in this period. Some
Russian stories are rendered into Judeo-German; also a few German
dramas, such as Lessing's 'The Jews'; from the English we have Walter
Scott's 'Ivanhoe' and Longfellow's 'Judas Maccabæus'; and from the
French we get for that time Massé's 'The Story of a Piece of Bread,' and
from the Hebrew one of Luzzato's dramas. To other useful works of a
scientific character we shall return later.

There is a marked difference in the development of Judeo-German
literature in the Khassidic Southwest and the Misnagdic North. While the
first gave promise of a natural growth and a better future, the second
showed early the seeds of decay. The nearness to Germany explains the
deterioration of the literary Judeo-German of Lithuania, but the cause
for the weaker activity in the literature itself is to be sought in the
whole mental attitude of the Misnagdim, who as strict ritualists did not
allow the promptings of the heart to interfere with their blind
adherence to the Law. The very origin of Khassidism was due to a protest
against that cold formalism which excluded everything imaginative.
Unfortunately this protest opened the way to the Cabbala and admitted
the wildest excesses of mysticism in the affairs of everyday life, and
this soon gave rise to that form of the new sect with which we meet so
frequently in the descriptions of the early authors of the Southwest.
These, however, in tearing themselves away from their early
associations abandoned only their degraded religious faith, not the love
for the fanciful which, if properly directed by a controlling reason,
would lead to an artistic career. The Misnagdim, on the contrary, in
breaking with their traditions were predisposed to become rationalists
with whom utilitarian motives prevailed over the finer sentiments. Their
advocates of the Reform, who took to writing in the vernacular of the
people, set about from the very start to create a useful, rather than an
artistic, literature, to give positive instruction rather than to amuse.
The outward form of language and style was immaterial to them; the
information the story carried was their only excuse for writing it.
Foremost of that class of writers was Aisik Meier Dick,[91] who in the
introduction to one of his stories[92] speaks as follows of his purpose
in publishing them:

"Our women have no ear and no feeling for pure ethical instruction. They
want to hear only of miracles and wonderful deeds whether invented or
true; they find delight in the story of Joseph de la Reyna, or of
Elijah's appearance in the form of an old man to be the tenth in the
Minyan on the eve of the Atonement day; they are even satisfied with the
story of Bevys of Hamptoun and the Greyhound, with the Horse Drendsel
and the Sword Familie, and with the beautiful Princess Deresna, or
merely with a story of a Bride and Bridegroom.

"This sad fact, dear readers, I took deep to heart, and I resolved to
make use of this very weakness for interesting stories for their own
good by composing books of an entertaining nature, which would at the
same time carry moral lessons. Thanks to God I have succeeded in my
undertaking, for my stories are being read diligently, and they are
productive of good. Several hundred stories of all kinds have been so
far issued by me, each having a different purpose. Even every witty tale
and mere witticism teaches something useful. I am sure a great number of
my readers do not suspect my good intentions, and read my stories, just
as they read Bovo, for pastime only, and will accuse me, the writer of
the same, as being a mere babbler who distracts the attention from
serious studies, and as writing them for the money that there is in
them. I know all that full well, and yet I keep on doing my duty, for
even greater men than I have been treated in no better way by our
nation; our prophets have been cursed by us, and beaten, and pulled by
the hair, and spit upon, and some have even been killed. I am proud to
be able to say that I am not making my living from my writings, and I
should have been repaid tenfold better if I had passed my time in some
more profitable work. But I do it only out of love for my nation, of
whom the most do not know how far they are removed from mankind at
large, and what a miserable position we occupy in these enlightened days
among the civilized nations.... We must, whether we wish or not, enter
into much closer relations with the outside world than our parents did.
We must, therefore, be better acquainted with the world, that we may be
tolerated by our fellow-men (the Gentiles), who surpass us in
civilization.... Consequently, I regard it as a great favor to speak to
you by means of my books, and as a still greater favor that the famous
firm of Romm is willing to print them, for the publication of prayers is
more profitable than that of story-books that are only read in
circulating libraries or merely borrowed from a friend."

This passage fully characterizes Dick's activity, which lasted from the
fifties until his death, in 1893. He was not a man of deep learning, and
did not produce any masterpieces, such as the other writers of the time
were printing in the South. But he atoned for this by his great
earnestness and good common sense, which led him to choose the best
subjects for his stories, such as would be of the most immediate good
for his humble readers. He translated or imitated the leading popular
books of his time, not limiting himself to such as were taken out of
Jewish life, but independently of their religious tenor. Among his
translations we find the works of Bernstein, Campe, Beecher-Stowe; there
are imitations of Danish, French, Polish, and Russian books; and many
subjects, not easily traceable now, have been suggested to him by other
literatures. He has also written many stories taken from the life of the
Lithuanian Jews. He ascribes great importance to biographies, devoting
several introductions to impress the necessity of reading these. But he
treats just as frequently geographical and historical themes; among the
latter he has even dared to give an impartial discussion of the
Reformation.

At first Dick's books were small 16mos of rarely more than forty-eight
pages, and up to the year 1871 the abbreviation AMD, for his name,
occurs but twice. After that all his works bear the initials, or even
the name in full. The small size of the books is due to his desire to
make them accessible to the poorest of his race; this necessitated a
retrenchment of nearly all the works which he translated. Only in the
eighties, when reading had become universal and more expensive works
could be published, did he issue octavos of considerable thickness, some
of them being four-volumed books. Dick had no talent as a writer, and
his style is but a weak reflection of the originals which he translated.
The language he uses is a frightful mixture of Judeo-German with German,
the latter frequently predominating over the first, so that he is often
obliged to give in parentheses the explanation of unusual words. And so
it happened that, although his purpose had been a good one, and his
influence had at first been salutary on a very large circle of readers,
he has set a bad example to a large host of scribblers who have taken
all imaginable liberties with the language and the subjects they treated
of, and have produced a flood of bastard literature under which the many
better productions are entirely drowned. He has destroyed all feeling
for a proper diction, and has cultivated only a passion for reading, so
that it was necessary for his followers to write 'ein höchst
interessanter Roman' on the title-page, and parade the book with crumbs
of German words unintelligible to the public, in order to find a ready
sale.

One of the first to write in the style of Dick was M. R.
Schaikewitsch,[93] who began his prolific career in 1876, since which
time he has brought out more than one hundred books, the most of which
are of bulky proportions. At first he was satisfied to tell stories from
the life of his immediate surroundings, but soon he aspired to higher
things, and began to drag in by the hair scenes and situations of which
he did not have the slightest conception. As long as he wrote of what he
had himself seen he produced books that, without doing any particular
good, were to a certain extent harmless. He certainly has a better
talent for telling a story than Dick; his language is also nearer the
spoken vernacular, and in the beginning he avoided Germanisms. He might,
therefore, have developed into one of the best Jargonists, had he chosen
to study, and had he worked less rapidly. In an adaptation of Gogol's
'The Inspector,' he has shown what he might have been had he had any
earnest purpose in life. But he lacks entirely Dick's straightforwardness,
and writes only to make money. The common people devoured his stories
with the same zeal that formerly they showed towards the productions of
Dick, and unwittingly they have imbibed a poison which the later authors
of a nobler nature, who have the interests of the people at heart, are
trying to eradicate. These try to point out directly by accusation, and
indirectly by writing better novels, how dangerous and immoral
Schaikewitsch is in his books. They go too far in their anxiety to bias
the mind of the masses against him when they speak of his proneness to
immoral scenes, for in that he is not worse than many of the better
class of authors. The deleterious effect is produced not by these, but
by his introducing a world to them that does not exist in reality, that
gives them a most perverted idea of life, without teaching them any
facts worth knowing. In his many historical novels, for example, he uses
good sources for the fundamental facts on which he bases his tale, but
the men and women are such as could never have existed at the period
described and that do not exist now: they are monstrosities of his
imagination as they appear to him in his very narrow sphere of
experiences. His treatment of these historical themes is not unlike the
one given to the stories of Alexander and other ancient works during the
Middle Ages. The resemblance is still further increased by his
extravagant, romantic conception of love, on which he dwells with
special pleasure, to the great joy of his feminine public.

A much better attempt at transferring the method of Dick to dramatic
productions had been made as early as 1867 and the following year by J.
B. Falkowitsch. His two dramas 'Chaimel the Rich' and 'Rochele the
Singer' were at one time very popular in the South. The second is an
adaptation of some foreign work; the first is probably original. They
are written in a good vernacular, but are devoid of interest, as the
didactic element outweighs the plot, and the latter is very loosely
developed. Schaikewitsch has had many imitators, all of whom try to
rival him in quantity. Among these are to be counted Blaustein,
Beckermann, Seiffert, Budson, Buchbinder; the latter, a writer without
talent, has at least given some useful translations, and has also
written some articles on the popular belief of the Jews. Outside of
Dick, the Northwest has produced two important writers, one in the
beginning, the other at the end, of the period. The first is Zweifel,
whom we already know from his poetical works; the other is Schatzkes,
the author of 'The Jewish Ante-Passover.' Zweifel has produced several
small works of aphorisms which have been very popular and have been
frequently reprinted. Their fine moral tone, the purity of the language
used in them, the simple style in which they are composed, place them
among the best books of Judeo-German literature. He has also written a
story, 'The Happy Reader of the Haphtora,' which is a discussion on
piety and honesty clad in the form of a tale. The other, M. A.
Schatzkes, has written but one book, which is not properly called a
story, but an invaluable cyclopedia of Jewish customs, particularly such
as directly or indirectly refer to the Passover, strung together in
chronological order as a consecutive action. With the exception of
Linetzki's 'The Polish Boy,' there has been written no one work that
treats so comprehensively of the beliefs and habits of the Jews in
Russia. Schatzkes is an indifferent story-teller, and his work is full
of repetitions, but, nevertheless, 'The Jewish Ante-Passover' must be
counted among the classics of the period under discussion. It is a sad
picture that is portrayed in it; in a straightforward manner, without
exaggeration, he tells of conditions that one would hardly believe
possible as existing at the end of the nineteenth century.

Neither of these men has told stories in the manner of the Southern
writers, for neither of them cared as much for the form as for the
contents in which they told them. They differ from Dick in that they at
least did not use a corrupt language in their works. All the other
writers have no excuse for writing at all. This inferior literature had
its rise in the seventies, when the better forces had been alienated
from the people and had received instruction in Russian schools. The men
who had been writing for the Haskala, finding their efforts crowned with
success, had ceased to write; many of the older men had passed away. The
newer generation had no reason to proceed in the path of the older men.
There were only the lower classes left, who had had no advantages in the
foreign education, and who were craving for reading matter of
whatsoever kind. It was to these alone that the newer writers spoke,
and they were not animated by any high motives in addressing them. They
were left to themselves to do as they pleased, for the seventies are
characterized by an absence of all criticism. No one cared what they did
or how they did it. All felt and hoped that the last hour for the Jargon
had come, and it was immaterial to them what was produced in
Judeo-German literature before its final decay. But Abramowitsch's
prophecy in 'The Dobbin' was fulfilled,--the assimilation that had been
going on peacefully had not produced the desired result, and one morning
those who had had time to forget the language their mothers had been
talking to them awoke to the bitter consciousness that they were
despised Jews, on the same level with the most lowly of their race.
Among these arose a new school of writers who introduced the methods of
the literary languages into their native dialect. The next period, the
present, is signalized by a spirit of sound criticism.




XII. PROSE WRITERS SINCE 1881: SPEKTOR


In the short period of two years Judeo-German literature lost four of
its most prominent writers: in 1891 there passed away the veteran poet,
Michel Gordon; the next year J. L. Gordon followed him; and soon after
death gathered in Dick and Zederbaum. Without having himself produced
any works of a permanent value, without having in any way accelerated or
retarded the course of its literature, Zederbaum is peculiarly
identified with its development and has on two important occasions in
the history of the Jews of Russia served as a crystallizing body for the
literary forces in the vernacular. He was born in 1816, and in his youth
enjoyed the intimate friendship of Ettinger and Aksenfeld. He had
fostered the budding talents of Abramowitsch and Linetzki at a time when
the efforts of the first disciples of the Haskala were about to be
crowned by a success they had hardly dreamed would be realized so soon.
And he lived to see all his hopes crushed in the occurrences of 1881,
when his race was threatened to be cast back into darkness more dense
than at his birth. During a lifetime thus rich in momentous experiences,
he has in his person reflected the succession of events as far as they
affected his race. In 1861 he founded a Hebrew periodical, the
_Hameliz_, as a mouthpiece of the more advanced ideas of culture for
that restricted class of the learned and educated who still clung to the
sacred language as the only medium for the advancement of worldly
knowledge. But he felt that the time had come when the masses who, on
the one side, could not be reached by that ancient tongue, and who, on
the other, had not yet had an opportunity of a Russian instruction, must
be approached directly in their own mother-tongue. So, two years later,
he started the Judeo-German supplement to his Hebrew weekly, the
_Kol-mewasser_, which was for ten years the rallying ground of all who
could wield a Judeo-German pen. Then the Government interfered in the
publication, and for another decade there was no periodical published in
Russia in that language. Nor was that to be regretted, for its
usefulness had become very small. The Russian schools were crowded with
Jewish young men and women, and there was not a science or an art to
which the Jews had not given a large contingent, and this vanguard of
the new culture, even if it had not broken with the traditions of the
past, could be reached only by means of the Russian language. To fall in
line with these changed conditions, Zederbaum founded two Russian
periodicals for the discussion of Jewish affairs.

After a great deal of trouble, he succeeded in October of 1881 in
getting the Government's permission to issue a Judeo-German weekly, the
_Jüdisches Volksblatt_. He felt that his duty was once more with the
masses, that they needed the advice of better-informed men in the
impending danger, and at the advanced age of sixty-five he once more
took upon his shoulders a publication in which he had no supporters. In
the first two years the weekly was bare of literary productions. Except
for an occasional poem by J. L. Gordon, and here and there a feuilleton,
the rest was occupied by political news, for which Zederbaum had to
supply the leaders. Abramowitsch and Linetzki had ceased writing, and no
new generation had had time to develop literary talents. The tone of
the new novel, to do any positive good, had to be different from those
current before. Dick had been writing for the people with little regard
to the people's familiarity with the scenes described, while
Abramowitsch wrote of the people but not necessarily to the level of an
humble audience. Now the author had to write both of and for the people,
he had to be in touch with them not as a critic or moralizer, but as a
sympathetic friend. In 1883, two such men made their debut in the
_Jüdisches Volksblatt_: Mordechai Spektor, the calm observer of the life
in the lower strata of society, and Solomon Rabinowitsch, the impulsive
painter of scenes from the middle classes. Of these, the first came
nearest to what Zederbaum regarded as requisite for a writer in those
troublous times, and he called Spektor to St. Petersburg to take charge
of the literary part of his weekly.

In the short time of his connection with the _Volksblatt_, and later as
editor of several periodicals of his own, Spektor[94] has developed a
great activity. He has written a large number of short sketches and more
extended novels,[95] and his talent is still in the ascendant. All of
his productions are characterized by the same melancholy dignity and
even tenor. He is never in a hurry with his narration, and his
characters are sketched with a firm hand and clearly outlined against
the background of the story. He loves his subjects with a calm,
dispassionate love, and he loves the meanest of his creations no less
than his heroes. He likes to dwell with them and to inspect them from
every coign of vantage. He fondly tells of their good qualities and
suffers with them for their natural defects. And yet, though he loves
them, he does not place a halo around them, he does not idealize them.
The situations are developed in his stories naturally, independently of
what he would like them to be.

Although he now and then describes the life of the middle classes, he
more often treats incidents from the life of the artisans in the small
towns, who have not been affected by the modern culture. Himself having
had few advantages in life, he has been able to keep in closer touch
with the men and women about whom and for whom he writes. He understands
them thoroughly, and they like to listen to him. He does not sermonize
to them, he does not attack them or their enemies; he merely speaks to
them as their friend. The Khassid and the Anti-Khassid, the laborer and
the man of culture, Jew and Non-Jew, can read him with equal pleasure.
The student of manners finds in his faithful pictures as rich a store of
information as in Schatzkes' or Linetzki's works, and he has the
conviction that nothing is distorted or thrown out of its proper
proportion, as the others sometimes have to do in order to strengthen
their arguments. Spektor is a young man, having been born in 1859, and
was a witness of the occurrences in the seventies and the eighties from
which he draws the subjects for his stories. His style is simple,
without any attempts at adornment, and his language, based on his native
dialect of Uman in the Government of Kiev, is chaste and pure.

One of the most puzzling problems to the Judeo-German writers of modern
times has been the treatment of love in the Jewish novel. They all agree
that they have to follow Western models in that class of literature, and
they are all equally sure that that passion does not exist among their
people in any of the phases with which one meets elsewhere. The young
woman's education in a Jewish home is such as to exclude a blind
self-abandonment, with the consequent tragic results. Her desire to form
family ties is greater than the natural promptings of her heart; her
infatuation of the moment is easily smothered by a cool calculation of
her future welfare, by the consideration of her duties towards her
future husband and children. Unless the author uses the greatest caution
in this matter, he is liable to fall into exaggerations and
sentimentalities which would soon land him among the writers of the type
of Schaikewitsch. But Spektor, not departing even in this from his usual
candor, intermingles the most romantic passages with the cold facts of
stern reality. His unrequited lovers do not commit suicide, or pine
their lives away; they get over their infatuations in a manner
prescribed by their religious convictions, get married to others, and
rear happy families. Here is an example:

In 'The Fashionable Shoemaker' we are introduced to the sphere of a
well-to-do shoemaker with no pretensions to any kind of culture. Having
gotten on successfully in life, he is anxious to marry his daughter
Breindele to Schlōme, the dandyish son of Sender Liebersohn, the rich
man of the town. The latter looks favorably on the alliance in spite of
the general disinclination of business men to enter into family ties
with artisans, as he is desirous of feathering his son's nest before an
impending bankruptcy sweeps away his fortune. Lipsche, Breindele's
mother, in vain tries to dissuade her husband from the step, while
Hirschel, the chief apprentice in the shop, is earnestly pleading with
Breindele to marry him, for he loves her dearly. But she is too much
attracted by the wealth of Schlōme and her future social position to
listen to her father's simple-hearted, honest workman. The marriage is
consummated, and soon a complete change takes place in the affairs of
all concerned. Liebersohn loses his possessions. Hirschel, bearing in
his heart his unrequited love, leaves his master and establishes a shop
of his own. He works with great energy to forget his sorrow, and becomes
a dangerous competitor of Susje, the shoemaker, whose hard-earned
savings are slowly disappearing under the double obligation to support
his family and that of his daughter Breindele. In vain some of the
'modern' girls of the town dress themselves in their best gowns and don
fine silk stockings when Hirschel comes to take a measure of their feet
for new pairs of shoes for them. Their machinations have no effect on
Hirschel, who lives quietly for himself. But one day he notices
Leotschke, Breindele's younger sister, in the street, and he is struck
by her resemblance to his former love. When he left his master she was
but a child, and now she is a pretty maiden. He cultivates her
acquaintance, falls in love with her and is loved by her. There are no
love scenes in the story. Hirschel goes to Leotschke's mother and gets
her willing consent to the union. After the marriage he helps support
Breindele and her family, for her husband, Schlōme, who has learned no
trade, finds it hard to make a living.

One of his best sketches is the one entitled 'Two Companions.' It is a
gem among the many good things he has written,--perfect in form and
rounded off as few of his sketches are. It tells of two girls, Rōsele
and Perele, who have grown up together as dear friends. When they reach
the age of sixteen Rōsele notices that the young students of the
gymnasium pay more attention to her beautiful companion than to her. She
becomes jealous, suspects the seamstress of purposely favoring her
friend with more carefully worked dresses, which enhance her natural
beauty, accuses Rōsele of drawing away her gentlemen friends by unfair
means, and finally when she finds herself more and more abandoned by her
acquaintances, she completely breaks off her relations with the friend
of her childhood. They lead a separate existence. At the age of
thirty-five Perele is bowed down with sorrows: she has buried a husband
and two children, has again married, and her days are taken up in the
care of her family and unpleasant discussions with her jealous husband.
Rōsele has married a sickly man with whom she has nothing in common. He
married her only for her money. Their child is as frail as its father,
and Rōsele's days are passed in sordid cares and worry.

"So passed another twenty-five years. After a long severe winter there
came at last the young, fresh spring in all his glory, with his many
attendants of all kinds who warble, whistle, chatter, and clatter, in
the trees, in the air, on the earth, and in the grass. The streets are
dry, the air is warm.... In an avenue of trees, on the sunlit side of
it, two old women are walking together. They are dressed in
old-fashioned, long burnouses, and hold umbrellas in their hands against
which they lean. Their faces are wrinkled, their heads drooping to one
side, and they stop every few steps they take, and speak with their
toothless mouths:

"'My dear Perele, this has been a long winter!'

"'Yes, a frightful winter! Thanks to the Lord it is over. To-day it is
good--the sun shines so warmly! But I have put on my burnous for all
that! You, Rōsele, have done likewise! No, it is not yet warm enough for
us.'

"They seated themselves on the nearest bench and continued their
conversation:

"'I am getting tired; I think we had better go home.'

"'Yes, I am getting hungry, for I have eaten to-day only a broth. I
cannot eat anything except it be a soft, fresh roll with milk or
something like it.'

"'I, too....'

"And thus old age has again made peace among the two companions of long
ago. They love each other again just as before when they were children,
and they did not know that one was pretty and the other homely, ... for
now they are again alike! Perele and Rōsele have both alike bent forms
and wrinkled faces; both have no teeth in their mouths, and their heads
droop alike. Only Perele has come to it from living too much, and Rōsele
from not living at all. The two gowns, which the same tailor has made
for them for the Passover from the same piece of cloth and according to
the same fashion, have pleased them equally well, and they need not
complain of the workmanship."

Of the many other shorter sketches we might mention the touching scenes
in his 'Purim and Passover,' in which 'How Grandfather's Child put on
her First Shoes' is the most pathetic. Not less pathetic is the one
named 'The Uncle,' in which are contrasted the open-hearted reception of
the wealthy uncle in the house of his poor nephew and the niggardly
treatment of the nephew by his relative in the large city. Through all
of Spektor's works passes the same melancholy strain, coupled with a
strict objectivity of conception. This objectivity does not leave him
even in cases where one would certainly expect him to express an opinion
of his own. He has given us, for example, a most important series of
sketches under the name of 'Three Persons,' in which the tendencies
among the Russian Jews in the last quarter of a century are described
with remarkable clearness; and he proceeds to point out their various
modifications under the influence of the riots. Here, it seems, one
would look for an individual conviction, for he must surely side with
one of the parties discussed by him so thoroughly; and yet he does not
once betray his personal preference. This series is indispensable to any
one who wants to study the current of opinion among the Russian Jews,
previous to the development of the Zionistic movement which now is
uppermost in their minds. We are introduced successively to the
Palestinian, the Assimilator, and the Neither-here-nor-there. A careful
psychological study is made of all, with apparently negative results as
to their respective merits. They are all three insincere with their
fellow-sufferers and belong to their organizations only for personal
advantage. The sad impression made by the reading of these interesting
chapters is anticipated by the motto placed at the head of them:
Laughing is not always in ridicule; laughing is sometimes a bitter
weeping.

Among his best longer stories is 'Reb Treitel,' which gives a good
insight into the life of a small town away from all railroads and off
the highway of travel. One of the most necessary institutions in every
Jewish town is the _Mikwe_, the bathhouse, not so much for sanitary
purposes as for the ritual ablutions of the women. This mikwe is the
centre of our story. Around it are grouped the various incidents which
emanate from it like the arteries from the heart. The bathhouse is
consumed by fire, and the town is all agog with excitement. There is no
immediate outlook that a new one will be built, and in the interim Reb
Treitel, the wagon-driver, who has been despairing of making both ends
meet, is doing a splendid business by taking the women to the
neighboring town for their ritual ablutions. He manages to keep all
competition away and to lay a heavy tribute on the feminine population.
Spektor has also begun a historical novel dealing on the life of the
founder of the sects of the Khassidim. He does not represent him there
as an impostor, but as a truly pious man, which he was, no doubt, in
reality. So far he has published only chapters on his youth, but these
promise a sympathetic treatment of which Spektor is eminently capable as
an unbiassed author.

In 1887 Spektor severed his connection with the _Volksblatt_ and settled
in Warsaw. The time now being ripe for a purely literary periodical, he
started the first of the kind in Judeo-German literature. He was,
however, delayed for various reasons, and another collective volume
appeared in the South before he was able to issue his own. He named it
_Der Hausfreund_ and intended it as an annual, but the Government having
interfered on various occasions, there have appeared only five numbers
so far. The annual reflects all of Spektor's peculiarities. Like his
own writings, all of the articles and stories contained in it are
adapted for the popular ear, and are written in a simple, comprehensible
style. The scientific discussions are of a rudimentary character, and
the criticisms of books and the Jewish theatre, which from now on
becomes an important factor in Judeo-German literature, are intended
more as guides to the reader than as correctives to the authors. Though
somewhat primitive in its form, this periodical was calculated to
advance the cause of letters among the masses of the people. Among his
contributors we find in the first two numbers such names as Goldfaden,
Zunser, Samostschin, Buchbinder, M. Gordon, Frug, Linetzki,
Abramowitsch. Among the other writers there are some who had before
written for the _Volksblatt_ but whose productions are insignificant. A
few of them, however, begin to develop a greater activity, and deserve
special mention. Among these are the novelists 'Isabella,' Dienesohn,
the collector of legends Meisach, and the critic Frischmann.

'Isabella' is the pseudonym of Spektor's wife. She has written but a few
sketches,[96] but some of them show remarkable talent. She unites her
husband's objectivity with a fine discrimination of humor which is her
own. She likes to dwell on comparisons between the older and the newer
generation, and to point out the evil effects of a superficial modern
culture. In 'The Orphan' she introduces us to the house of Schmuel
Dāwid, who tries to keep himself occupied by teaching children
penmanship. He is too simple-minded and good-hearted to battle with the
world. The supporter of the house is his wife, Treine, who makes a
living by usury. They shower their attentions on their only descendant,
the peevish granddaughter Jentke. She is sent to the gymnasium and later
is loved by a young scholar, a lank, consumptive-looking fellow, with
whom she joins one of those narrower circles so common among the
students of Russia, where they propose remedies for the betterment of
the world and dream of the millennium near at hand. Their one desire is
to identify themselves with the Russians at large. Then come the awful
years 1881 and 1882. All of a sudden new ideals begin to animate the
younger generation. Jentke's lover no longer calls himself Fyodor
Sebastyanovitch, but his visiting card bears the homely Jewish name
Peessach ben Schabsi, of which the former was only a Russified form. He
becomes an ardent defender of his race. Later he marries Jentke, and a
new career begins for them. They forget all their ideals of the period
before the riots, to which they so readily subscribed; they do not
persevere in their intention to devote their energies to their people.
They live only for themselves. They begin to hoard money, and Jentke is
much more hardhearted than her grandmother, for having abandoned the
religious convictions of the older woman, she has not received any new
moral basis for her actions. The grandmother dies, and the lonely,
half-starved grandfather in vain tries to find a resting-place in their
house. They send him away in a most cruel manner.

Her other sketches are of a similar character. In all of these, she
points out the dangers from a superficial modern education, and the
insincerity of the self-styled reformers who are ever ready to suggest a
remedy for the ills that befall her people. Her characters are drawn
from that new class of half-learned men and women who, receiving their
training in the gymnasium, were just on the point of disappearing from
the fold of the Jewish Church, when they were violently cast back into
it by the persecutions from without. Of an entirely different tendency
are the writings of Jacob Dienesohn, although akin to 'Isabella' in the
sympathy he shows for the older generation. Dienesohn had begun his
career in 1875, when he published a novel 'The Dark Young Man,' after
which he grew silent. In 1885 he took up his literary work, since when
he has produced two large novels and several shorter sketches. His first
work was very popular. He depicted in it the machinations of an orthodox
young man of the older type, who felt it his duty to lay
stumbling-blocks in the way of one who strove to acquire worldly
knowledge. Dienesohn occupies a peculiar place in Judeo-German
literature. He is the only one who has attempted the lachrymose, the
sentimental novel. He began writing at a time when Dick had prepared the
ground for the romantic story, and Schaikewitsch had started on his
sentimental drivel. But while these entirely failed to produce something
wholesome, Dienesohn gained with his first book an unusual success. He
drew his scenes from familiar circles, and his men and women are all
Jews, with a sphere of action not unlike the one his readers moved in.
Readers consequently were more easily attracted to him, and carried away
a greater fund of instruction. His feminine audiences have wept tears
over his work, and the author has received letters from orthodox young
men, who assured him that although the description of the Dark Young Man
fitted them, they would not descend to the vile methods of the hero of
the book in pursuing differently minded men.

During his renewed activity, which began in the _Volksblatt_ ten years
after his first novel had been printed, he dwelt on that period in the
history of the Russian Jews when they were just commencing to take to
the new culture, when it still meant a struggle and a sacrifice to tear
oneself away from the ties which united one with the older generation.
In the 'Stone in the Way' he describes the many hardships which his hero
had to overcome ere he succeeded in acquiring an education. In
'Herschele' (still unfinished) the same subject is treated in the case
of a young mendicant Talmudical scholar, who is beset, not only by the
usual difficulties, but who is, in addition, trying to suppress his
earthly love for the daughter of the woman who furnishes him with a
dinner on every Wednesday. Dienesohn treats with loving gentleness all
the characters he writes about.[97] Like Spektor, he attacks no one
directly, and, like him, sarcasm has no place in his works. His most
touching and, at the same time, the most perfect of his shorter stories
is the one entitled 'The Atonement Day.'[98] He introduces us there to a
scene in the synagogue where an old woman is praying fervently. Her
devotion is interrupted by her thoughts of her daughter at home whom she
had enjoined to fast on that awful day, although she had just given
birth to a son. For a long time her religious convictions outweigh her
maternal feelings, but, at last, her natural sentiment is victorious,
and she hurries home to insist on her daughter's eating something. In
this way the new-born babe is saved. Thirty years pass. The old woman
has died, and her daughter Chane is brought before us on the same
Atonement day. She has grown old, while her son has, in the meantime,
finished at the university, and is a practising physician. She, too, is
praying fervently, and thinking with awe of the day when young and old,
the pious and the sinner alike, come to the synagogue and invoke the
mercy of the Lord with contrition of spirit. Her eyes search in vain for
her son among the crowd congregated below. The hours pass, and he does
not appear. Faint with hunger from the long fasting and grieving at her
son's apostasy, she falls sick and soon dies. In her last agony she
makes her son promise her that he will, at least once a year, on the
Atonement day, visit the synagogue. After that, one can see every year,
on the awful day, the physician in deep devotion in the house of the
Lord.

The circle which has Spektor for its centre is characterized by the use
of Western literary forms for its productions, which yet are all of a
distinctly Jewish type. The object of the authors is to create a sound
literature for the masses. Incidentally, the literature is also to give
positive instruction; but primarily, it is to draw away attention from
the worthless books of the previous decade, and to create a decided
taste for good works. These authors also intend to give the people a
feeling for their racial solidarity, to acquaint them with the thought
of the best of their race in an accessible form. This period has
completely broken its connection with the older Haskala, for the writers
no longer dream of substituting German culture for the ignorance of the
masses. Nor do they preach of assimilation and Russian education, for
that has signally failed to be of any use to the Jews in their struggle
for recognition. In the nineties, the dream of Zionism was to haunt
these writers, and many others who were to write then. But, in the
meanwhile, they have no other definite purpose than to create a national
consciousness, to instil in them the idea of human dignity, to develop
individual character. While, on the one hand, they do not give them any
new cultural ideals for those of the past generations, they have, on the
other, no suggestions to make in regard to the religious faith of the
orthodox, or the absence of religious convictions of the younger men and
women. They do not attack the old Law, they do not side with any modern
philosophy. Khassid and Misnaged, the unenlightened and enlightened, are
the same in the scale of their judgment. It is not time, they think, to
discuss about any such matters, but to gather in all the unfortunate
ones into one brotherhood. The upper classes who have had many
advantages in life, can shift for themselves in forming their
convictions, but it is the lower strata that need guidance, and it is
the duty of those who are better informed to devote their energies to
the deliverance of their wretched brothers and sisters. Such is the
doctrine of these writers. These sentiments are not alone the result of
the riots of 1881. They are a reflex of the Russian _Narodniks_, who, at
about the same time, were preaching the necessity of going among the
people, of identifying oneself with the masses, of devoting all one's
energies in the cause of the peasant, the artisan, the factory hand.

The Jargon is not represented in a contemptuous way, nor are apologies
made for its use. On the contrary, the authors try to show the wealth of
its expressions and to collect data for its history. Lerner writes a
good essay on the folksong in a popular style; Dienesohn gives a review
of the older writings and their authors; Spektor and Bernstein publish
a large number of Judeo-German proverbs; Buchbinder collects popular
superstitions; and Meisach writes a small book of Jewish folktales. The
latter has also told in Judeo-German some of the legends from the Talmud
and other sources. He has written some stories in the style of Dick, but
like those they are disfigured by a disregard of style. The activity of
these men still continues, independently of the new movements advocated
by other writers and unimpeded by the new faith of Zionism.




XIII. PROSE WRITERS SINCE 1881: RABINOWITSCH, PEREZ


Solomon Rabinowitsch began writing for the _Volksblatt_[99] at about the
same time as Spektor, and shortly after the appearance of the
_Hausfreund_ he issued an annual, _Die Jüdische Volksbibliothēk_, which
was of even a more pretentious character than its contemporary. Both
authors were animated by the same ideas when they started on their
literary careers and when they commenced publishing their periodicals.
But a glance at the writings of the two is sufficient to convince us
that there is a wide difference in the methods pursued by them, and in
the results achieved. Rabinowitsch is impulsive, enthusiastic,
quick-witted, sarcastic, and these qualities of his character are
discernible in all his productions. He has attempted many things,
poetry, playwriting, novels, criticism, and he is successful in all. He
has been a merchant and an author, has vaulted over from a pure realism
to the illusive dream of Zionism, and bids fair to follow new ideals
should such present themselves to him. He is in every sense an artistic
nature.

While connected with the _Volksblatt_ he wrote a number of sketches and
short stories. The first one to attract the attention of the critic in
the _Voschod_ was his 'Child's Play,'[100] after which his new books
never failed of bringing out favorable comments in that Russian
periodical. He depicts scenes from his own childhood, or from that
middle class into which his fortune, an inheritance of his wife, brought
him. His impulsiveness keeps him from elaborating his sketches into long
novels, such as Spektor and Dienesohn have produced. There is rarely a
complicated plot in them, but the separate situations are painted with
great clearness and in bold relief. One may forget the story, but one
will never forget his characters. They have all of them their sharply
defined individuality, their language, their circle of thought. We get
acquainted with them through their actions rather than through the
author's description, and we like them not for the parts they play in
the story, but for their strong personalities, equally pronounced in
their virtues as in their weaknesses. The men and women he describes we
have met somewhere, and we shall again recognize should we meet them in
actual life. The Russian critic, who is naturally in touch with his own
literature, unconsciously thinks of this and that well-known character
in the writings of Gogol and Ostrovski, when he speaks of Rabinowitsch's
creations, and at times he actually gives them their Russian names. But
Rabinowitsch does not imitate Gogol and Ostrovski, at least not
purposely. He is himself possessed of a humor which is not dissimilar to
that of the Russian authors, and the society which he describes is not
unlike the one Gogol knew half a century ago, and Ostrovski found even
at a later time among the merchant class of Moscow. He is a close
observer, and knows how to separate the wheat from the chaff, to present
to the reader only the essential characteristics, and not to burden the
story with subjective discussions.

Although Rabinowitsch may have started in the literary field with no
other idea than the current one of elevating the lower classes, there is
certainly nothing in his works to show that that has long remained his
main object. He writes to entertain, and not to instruct. Moreover, he
draws his subjects from a class of society with which the masses are not
particularly well acquainted. With him the last spark of the didactic
ideals of the Haskala has entirely vanished. He is above all else a
litterateur who is addressing an audience with a decided taste for good
literature. He is, therefore, more calculated to win the ears of the
better classes than of the lowly of his race, to exercise a corrective
influence on the manners of the middle class than to educate or console
the masses.

Of his longer works, 'Stempenju' is the most artistically conceived and
most carefully executed. In his previous productions such as 'Child's
Play,' and 'Sender Blank,' he had humorously depicted scenes from the
life of the merchant class. In the first of these, he introduces us into
the life and love of a rich man's spoiled, half-educated son. In the
second, which he names a novel without love, we get an excellent picture
of a tyrant and miser, the terror of his family, the merchant Sender
Blank. He is on his death-bed, and his congregated children are, each in
his own way, dreaming of the moment when they shall be free to do as
they like, when they shall no longer be kept in poverty. But Sender
Blank gets well again, and his family departs, each one to his home with
shattered hopes. In 'Stempenju' we have a more carefully laid plot, and
his first attempt at a novel in which a romantic love plays a part.
Stempenju is a violinist, the leader of a band that plays at weddings.
He has great talent for music and has developed his powers entirely by
self-instruction. He is a real artist, and like many others of his
profession takes life easy, and is of amorous propensities. He has
frequently made love to Jewish women, but the latter generally pay no
attention to his assurances. But once he falls in with a girl who takes
his words in earnest, and in a prosaic way, without any idea of love on
her part, compels him to marry her. She takes him in her hands and would
have him lead a settled, prosaic life also. But he finds relief from his
sordid existence every time he journeys away with his band to play at
some wedding. Once he notices upon such an occasion a young married
woman who awakes in him the first inkling of a real, romantic love.
Rochel--that is her name--is both beautiful in form and kind and lovable
in character. After many overtures he almost succeeds in gaining her
love. It is the easier to succumb to Stempenju's importunities since she
has a silly, worthless man for a husband. She finally comes out
victoriously from her inner struggle, for her religious conviction of
the holiness of the marriage ties are stronger in her than her natural
inclination. Stempenju returns home, and tries to find his consolation
and relief from his scolding wife by having more frequent recourse to
his violin. He plays even more sweetly and more sadly than before.

His other large novel, 'Jossele Ssolowee,' is also a characterization of
the life of an artist, this time a singer. Of his shorter sketches it is
hard to select one as the best, as they are all well written. We shall
take at random the one entitled 'The Colonization of Palestine.' Selig,
the tailor, has read something about the colonization scheme in
Palestine. He joins a society for the promotion of that idea, and
finally abandons his work to go to the neighboring town, where he has
heard there is a society that has a fund from which to pay the
travelling expenses of prospective settlers in the Holy Land. After a
great deal of trouble, he finds the president of the society, who is
vexed at having applicants but no members ready as settlers to support
the scheme, for fund there is none. The tailor offers a small coin as
his contribution, the first that has been given, and returns home a
wiser man and more satisfied with his lot. The story is told humorously,
and is meant as a sarcasm at the readiness of the Jews to form new
schemes and support them with eloquence of speech, but not in a
substantial manner.

Rabinowitsch has also attempted a kind of poetic prose in his 'Nosegay,'
but in this he has not been very successful. He is at best where he can
make use of wit and sarcasm, and that he has been able to apply better
in his stories and comedies. Of the latter his 'Jaknehos' is a good
picture taken from the life of the men who do business on 'Change. Here
again the plot is the minor part of the play, but the separate scenes
are drawn in bold strokes.

When Rabinowitsch came into his fortune, he conceived the idea of
devoting his energy and his money to the creation of a periodical such
as had never before existed in Judeo-German literature. Only two
volumes appeared, when bad speculations on 'Change made him a poor man.
These two annuals show that had he been more fortunate, he soon would
have brought Judeo-German letters to a height where they would have
taken place by the side of the best in Europe. His enthusiasm, his
critical acumen, his talents, fitted him eminently for that undertaking.
Spektor's aim in issuing the _Hausfreund_ was the more modest one of
furnishing the people with wholesome reading. How difficult his task has
been can be seen from the fact that the articles for his periodical are
not paid for. They are voluntary contributions by those who have the
welfare of the masses at heart. However good the forces may be, it is
not possible in these degenerate days to expect a natural development of
a literature when the writers can hope to earn neither glory nor money
by their labors. No Judeo-German litterateur has ever been able to make
more than a scanty living, and that only sporadically, out of his books.
But here came Rabinowitsch, who paid liberally for all the articles
furnished him. That was an innovation from which only good could result.
But the editor not only paid his contributors; he demanded well-written
articles, and he accepted only the best of those. In his annual we find
departments,--Belles Lettres, Criticism, Science, Bibliography, each
being strictly defined in its proper sphere. In the division of belles
lettres we find all the best authors of the time. Here also appeared for
the first time articles from the pen of Frischmann, M. J. Rabinowitsch,
and Perez, who belong among the most talented of Judeo-German writers.
Among the scientific articles there are several of a historical
character, such as 'On the History of the Jews in Podolia,' by Litinski,
'The Massacres of Gonto in Uman and the Ukraine,' by Dr. Skomarowski.
There are several discussions on popular medicine, mainly from the pen
of the indefatigable worker in that direction for more than a quarter of
a century, Dr. Tscherny, and there is one on 'The History of
Judeo-German Literature' by A. Schulmann. The latter is the result of
years of investigation and is remarkably rich in bibliographical data.
It would do honor to any scientific periodical. The part given to
bibliography is of great importance to the student of Judeo-German
literature, as that bibliography is in such a bad condition that it is
not possible for certain periods, especially the older, to give
absolutely correct data. But the most interesting department in the
periodical is that of criticism, which is a new factor in Judeo-German.
Heretofore a few scattered remarks on books might be found in the
_Volksblatt_, but a systematic treatment of that branch of literature
was unknown to the older writers, and would have been of no use to the
readers. But here, in the _Volksbibliothēk_, we not only find this new
departure, but there are not less than eighty pages devoted to it in the
first volume.

Rabinowitsch had published but a short time before a volume entitled
'Schomer's Mischpet,' _i.e._ 'The Judgment of Schaikewitsch,' which
marks a new era. In this book the author passes in review the writings
of Schaikewitsch and his like who have been supplying the people with a
worthless literature. It is written in an entertaining style, in the
form of a judicial proceeding, and has produced to a certain extent the
effect that it was intended to produce: the sale of those books fell off
rapidly, and thus the field was again free for a new and better class of
works. It cannot be said that Rabinowitsch has always been just to the
men under judgment, but on the whole his opinion is sound, and his
verdicts will stand. In his zeal he has sometimes been led to make
sweeping statements, by which he has left some loopholes to the
opponents who have taken him to task. However, criticism from now on
becomes an established institution, and no author can escape a thorough
inspection. The first to follow the example of Rabinowitsch was
Frischmann, who brought out the same year a few sound reviews in the
_Hausfreund_. In the _Volksbibliothēk_ that duty is attended to by
Rabnizki[101] and the editor. They not only criticise unworthy
productions, but also direct the attention to good books, and encourage
young writers if they seem to deserve encouragement. Rabinowitsch's
talent in this direction is shown at its best in his biting sarcasm in
reviewing Perez's poetry[102] (although he is not entirely just to him),
and still better in his witty criticism of the various dictions used in
Judeo-German. Perez, who is a genius of no mean proportions and who has
started out in new directions in literature, has somehow aroused the
displeasure of the critics, who will not put up with his symbolism.
Frischmann has taken him to task for his alleged obscurity and other
imagined faults in a series of masterly caricatures.[103] Frischmann
also does not spare others who incur his wrath, and though one need not
subscribe to his judgments, one cannot help learning useful things by
his anatomies. By these we see, among other things, what progress
Judeo-German is making; for individuality of style must be pronounced
to deserve imitation and parody. Frischmann has also written some pretty
tales of a fantastic nature, such as fairy tales, and a few from actual
life.[104] His stories are all well worth reading, particularly on
account of the excellent style he cultivates. M. J. Rabinowitsch's
stories are mainly translations of his own Russian compositions.[105]
They are all pictures from the Ghetto in Russia and Roumania, not unlike
those by Bernstein and Kompert. They lack the spontaneity of the
Judeo-German writers, but are carefully executed as to form.

By far the most original author of this latest period is Perez,[106]
whose poetical works have been discussed before. With him Judeo-German
letters enter into competition with what there is best in the world's
literature, where he will some day occupy an honorable place. Among his
voluminous works there is not one that is mediocre, not one that would
lose anything of its comprehensibleness by being translated into another
language. Although they at times deal with situations taken from Jewish
life, it is their universal human import that interests him, not their
specifically racial characteristics. It is mere inertia and the desire
to serve his people that keep him in the ranks of Judeo-German writers.
He does not belong there by any criterions that we have applied to his
confreres, who themselves complain that his symbolism is inaccessible to
the masses for whom he pretends to write. While this accusation is
certainly just in the case of some of his works, it cannot be brought up
in many other cases, where, in spite of the allegory, mysticism, or
symbolism underlying his tale, there is a sufficient real residue of
intelligible story for the humblest of his readers. He, too, aims at the
education of his people, but in a vastly different sense from his
predecessors. It is not the material information of mere facts that he
strives for, nor even the broader culture of the schools that he would
substitute for the Jewish lore and religious training, nor is he
satisfied, with Spektor, to rouse the dormant national consciousness.
His sympathies are with humanity at large, and the Jews are but one of
the units that are to be redeemed from the social slavery under which
the wretched of the world groan. It is those who have become timid under
oppression of whatsoever form, who have lost the power of thinking, who
have developed only the power of suffering, who are saints without
knowing it, that Perez loves best. To them he would restore the human
rights so long withheld from them, not by political and social
enfranchisement, but by a consciousness of their human dignity which
must precede all reform. To those to whom belongs the Kingdom of Heaven
must also be given the Kingdom on Earth. While, nevertheless, the
material things are withheld from them, there is no reason why the
spiritual things should not be turned over to them. Perez, for one,
offers gladly all he has, his genius, in the service of the lowly.
Literature, according to him, is not to be a flimsy pastime of the
otiose, but a consolation to those who have no other consolation, a safe
and pleasurable retreat for those who are buffeted about on the stormy
sea of life. For these reasons he writes in Judeo-German and not in any
other language with which he is conversant, and for these same reasons
he prefers to dwell with the downtrodden and the submerged.

To these people he devotes his best energies, and he uses the same care
in filing and finishing his works that he would use if he were writing
for a public trained in the best thoughts of the world and used to the
highest type of literature. His first prose work, though not the first
to be printed, was a small volume entitled 'Well-known Pictures,'
containing three stories: 'The Messenger,' 'What Is a Soul?' and 'The
Crazy Beggar-Student.' In the first he tells of the last errand of an
aged messenger who through cold and rain and snow is making his way on
foot to a distant village where he has to deliver an important document.
He trudges along in hunger and pain, but not a word of complaint escapes
his lips. Through his head pass old recollections of the time when his
wife was still alive, when his children were all gathered about him.
They have left him, but he is sure they are getting on well in their new
homes, for, he consoles himself, bad news travels fast. His strength
gives out, and he seats himself on a heap of snow to take a rest. He
begins to dream of the not distant inn where the wife of the innkeeper
will prepare a warm broth for him. He already sees himself seated at the
table when strange persons enter the room. He soon recognizes them as
his sons, and they embrace him and kiss him impetuously. In vain he
begs them to desist from their choking embraces, for he is old and
feeble. He begs them to be careful with him, for he has been intrusted
with a sum of money that must be brought to its place of destination....
The old messenger was found dead, his hand upon his coat pocket in which
he carried the intrusted document.

The second sketch is of a more cheerful character. It tells of the many
troubles and doubts that a certain boy has ere he discovers what a soul
really is. When very young his father dies, and they tell him that his
soul has flown to heaven. Ever after he imagines the soul to be a bird.
But he is ridiculed for that belief by his teacher's monitor. The
teacher himself is accustomed to maltreat the boys and whip them
mercilessly. He explains to them that the punishment of the body is good
for the soul. What, then, is the soul? the young boy asks himself again.
Then the teacher tells the children many fairy tales about the prenatal
life of the soul, when the angel of life instructs it daily in the
wisdom of the Bible and the Talmud. And that belief is soon taken from
him by his instructor of penmanship, who has a turn to liberal ideas. So
the boy keeps on wavering from belief to doubt and back again until the
age of seventeen or eighteen, when he is studying the Talmud with a new
teacher. Once, in his absence, it occurs to him to get the opinion of
Gütele, his beautiful daughter, who is known by the name of the wise
Gütele, on the question which has been puzzling him so long, and for
which he has suffered so often in his life. With trembling he asks her:

"'They say, Gütele, that you are wise. Tell me, then, I beg you, what is
a soul?'

"She smiled and answered:

"'Truly, I do not know.'

"Only all at once she grew sad, and tears filled her eyes.

"'I just happened to think,' she said, 'when my mother of blessed memory
was alive, my father used to say that she was his soul ... they loved
each other so much!...'

"I do not know how it came to me, only I suddenly took hold of her hand,
and trembling, said:

"'Gütele, would you like to be my soul?'

"She answered me, softly:

"'Yes.'"

From these two soulful, tender stories, we pass to one not less pathetic
and an even more profound psychological study. The beggar-student,
harmlessly insane, has grown faint from two days' fasting and long
poring over the Talmud, and is discussing with himself whether he is
one, or two, or more, and whether he is really himself. He has finally
the same doubts of Wolf the Merchant, who is just reading in the Talmud.
He imagines that three Wolfs are sitting there: one who is trying to
cheat God with his piety; one who cheats his fellow-men in his shop; and
one who beats his wife who furnishes the beggar-student with an
occasional meal. He takes a violent dislike to the third Wolf, and would
like to kill him, but he does not wish to injure the other two Wolfs.
The monologue of this beggar-student, told in about twenty octavo pages,
is one of the most remarkable to be found in any literature: it must be
read in the original to be fully appreciated.

With such a book Perez made his entrance into the field of letters. To
say that his future works show a riper talent would be to place too low
an estimate on his first book, which, in spite of the many excellent
things he has written, still remains among the very best. In 1891, when
Spektor's annual was temporarily suspended, and Rabinowitsch's
periodical had ceased appearing, Perez issued a new periodical, _Die
jüdische Bibliothēk_, which he intended to be a semi-annual, but of
which only three volumes have so far been issued. In the introduction to
the first volume Perez makes a plea for the education of the people, in
which are the following significant words: "Help us educate the poor,
wretched people; leave them not a prey to fanatics, who will suck out
the last trace of blood and the last trace of marrow from their lean
bones. Leave them not in the hands of the visionaries, who will entice
them into wildernesses! Let not boys and school-children lead them by
the nose,--have pity on the people! Let them not fall! The people have
in themselves a certain amount of vital power, a fund of energy. The
people are the carriers of a civilization that the world does not
undervalue, of ideas that would be of great use to it. The people are an
ever living flower.... In daytime, when the sun shines, when the spirit
of man is developing, it revives and unfolds its leaves; but no sooner
does dark night approach than it closes up again, shrivels up, and goes
back into itself.... It is then that it has the appearance of a common
weed ... and when the sun once more rises, some time passes before the
sun seeks out the flower and the flower discovers that the sun
shines.... At night it becomes dusty and soiled, so that the beams of
light cannot penetrate it easily! Help the people to recognize the sun
early in the morning!... But the main thing, means must be devised for
the people to earn a living...."

In conformity with this platform, Perez calls his new periodical a
literary, social, and economical periodical. Not only did the difficult
task of editing this novel magazine devolve on Perez: he had also to
supply the greater part of the literature himself, for there existed no
writers in Judeo-German who could follow him readily in his new
departure. He had to write the greater part of the scientific
department, all of the reviews, all the editorials. In addition, he
furnished most of the poetry and the novels. The few other writers who
published their articles in this magazine owed their development to the
editor's fostering care: they had nearly all been encouraged for the
first time by him. Of his scientific articles particular mention must be
made of his long essay 'On Trades,' which is a popularization of
political economy, brought down to the level of the humblest reader. The
admirable, entertaining style, the aptness of the illustrations, and the
absence of doctrinarianism make it one of the most remarkable
productions in popular science. Still more literary and perfect in form
are his 'Pictures of a Provincial Journey.' It seems that Perez had been
sent into the province for the sake of collecting statistical data on
the condition of the Jews resident there. This essay is apparently a
diary of his experiences on that trip. We do not remember of having read
in any literature any journal approaching this one in literary value.
What makes it particularly interesting is that it is written so that it
will interest those very humble people about whom he is writing. The
picture of misery which he unrolls before us, however saddening and
distressing, is made so attractive by the manner of its telling that one
cannot lay aside the book until one has read the whole seventy quarto
pages.

Perez has written more than fifty sketches, all of them of the same
sterling value as the three described above. Every new one is an
additional gem in the crown he is making for himself. They are all
characterized by the same tender pathos, the same excellence of style,
the same delicacy of feeling. He generally prefers the tragic moments in
life as fit objects for his sympathetic pen, but he has also treated in
a masterly manner the gentle sentiment of love. But it is an entirely
different kind from the romantic love, that he deems worthy of
attention. It is the marital affection of the humblest families, which
is developed under difficulties, strengthened by adversity, checkered by
misfortune; it is the saintliest of all loves that he tells about as no
one before him has ever told. In the same manner he likes to dwell on
all the virtues which are brought out by suffering, which are evolved
through misery and oppression, which are more gentle, more unselfish,
more divine, the lower we descend in the scale of humanity. Nor need one
suppose that in order to show his characters from that most advantageous
side, the author has to resort to disguises of idealization. They are no
better and no worse than one meets every day and all around us; but they
are such as only he knows who is not deterred by the shabbiness of their
dress and the squalor of their homes from making their intimate
acquaintance. They do not carry their virtues for show, they do not give
monetary contributions for charities, they do not join societies for the
promotion of philanthropic institutions, they do not preach on duties to
God and on the future life, they are not even given to the expression of
moral indignation at the sight of sin. But they are none the less
possessed of the finer sentiments which come to the surface only in the
narrower circle of their families, in their relations to their
fellow-sufferers. Not even the eloquent advocate of the people generally
cares to enter that unfamiliar sphere as Perez has done. His affection
for the meanest of his race is not merely platonic. He not only knows
whereof he speaks: he feels it; and thus we get the saddest, the
tenderest, the sweetest stories from the life of the lowliest of the
Jews that have ever been written.

In 1894 Perez published a collective volume, 'Literature and Life,'
which contains, like his periodical, mostly productions of his own. As
they were composed at some later time than those spoken of above, and as
they contain some matter in which he appears in a new rôle, we shall
discuss the volume at some length. In the introduction are given his
general aims, which are not different from those expressed in his former
publication. The final words of it are: "We want the Jew to feel like a
man, to take part in all that is human, to live and strive humanly, and
if he is offended, to feel offended like a man!" The first sketch is
entitled 'In the Basement.' It is the story of the incipient marital
love of a young couple who are so poor that they live in a dark
basement, in a room that serves as a dwelling for several families whose
separate 'rooms' are divided off from each other only by thin, low
partitions. The second is 'Bontsie Silent,' which is given in our
Chrestomathy. It belongs to the same category of sketches as his 'The
Messenger.' It presents, probably better than any other, the author's
conception of the character of the virtues of the long-suffering masses.
Who can read it without being moved to the depth of his heart? There is
no exaggeration in it, no melodrama, nothing but the bitter reality. It
expresses, in a more direct way than anything else he has written, his
faith that the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to the lowly.

The sketch named 'The Fur-Cap' is one of the very few that he has
written as an attack on the Khassidic Rabbi. There is here, however, a
vast difference in the manner of Perez and of Linetzki. While the latter
goes at it in a direct way, with club in hand, and bluntly lets it fall
on the head of the fanatic, Perez has above all in mind the literary
form in which he clothes his attack, and we get from him an artistic
story which must please even if the thrusts be not relished. The Rabbi
never appears in public without his enormous fur-cap, which is really
the insignia of his office. In this story we find the furrier engaged in
a monologue, in which he tells of his delight in making the Rabbi's cap.
He feels that it is he who gives all importance to that dignitary, for
it is the cap that makes the Rabbi. He relates of the transformation of
a common mortal into an awe-inspiring interpreter of God's will on
earth. No important occurrence in life, no birth, marriage, or death,
can take place without the approval of him who wears that fur-cap. It is
the cap, not the man, and his wisdom, that sanctions and legalizes his
various acts. Were it not for the cap, it would not be possible to tell
right from wrong. This fine bit of sarcasm is not a mere attack at the
sect of the Khassidim; it is also meant as an accusation of our whole
social system, with its conventional lies. Perez does not show by his
writings to what particular party he belongs, but he is certainly not
with the conservatives. He is with those who advocate progress in its
most advanced form. He is opposed to everything that means the
enslavement of any class of people. In Russia, where one may not express
freely views which are not in accord with the sentiments of the
governing class, authors have to resort frequently to the form of
allegory, fable, or distant allusion, instead of the more direct way of
writers in constitutional countries. For these reasons pure literature
is generally something more to the Russians than mere artistic
productions. The novel takes frequently the place of a political
pamphlet, of an essay on social questions. The stories of the
Judeo-German authors share naturally the same fate with those of the
Russians, and, consequently, cannot be free of 'tendencies' whenever the
writers have in mind the treatment of subjects which would be dealt with
severely by the censor. Much of the alleged obscurity of Perez's
writings is just due to the desire of avoiding the censor's blue pencil,
and the more dangerous a more direct approach becomes, the more delicate
must be the allegory. The best of that class of literature is contained
in this volume in a series entitled 'Little Stories for Big Men.'

The first of these is called 'The Stagnant Pool.' We are introduced here
to the world of worms who live in the pool, who regard the green scum as
their heaven, and pieces of eggshells that have fallen into it as the
stars and the moon upon it. A number of cows stepping into the pool tear
their heaven and kill all who are not hidden away in the slime. Only one
worm survives to tell the story of the catastrophe, and he suggests to
his fellows that that was not the heaven that was destroyed, that there
is another heaven which exists eternally. For this the narrator was
thought to be insane and was sent to an insane asylum. The second
sketch, 'The Sermon of the Lamps,' in which the hanging lamp instructs a
small table lamp to send its flame heavenwards and not to flicker in
anarchistic fashion, is a fine allegory in which the social order of
things is criticised. There are altogether ten such excellent
allegories, or fables, in the collection, all of the same value. The
last of Perez's articles in the book is a popular discussion of what
constitutes property; it is written in the same style as his scientific
works spoken of before.

From 1894 to 1896 Perez has been issuing small pamphlets of about thirty
octavo pages at irregular intervals. They are called 'Holiday Leaves,'
and bear each a special name appropriate for each particular occasion. A
certain part of these pamphlets has stories and discussions to suit the
occasions for which they are written, but on the whole their contents do
not differ from those of his periodicals. Here again Perez has furnished
most of the matter. The other writers are David Pinski, J. Goido,
Solomon Grossglück, M. J. Freid, who also contributed to his earlier
magazines. It is evident that they follow their master in the general
manner of composition, though at a respectable distance. Of these,
Freid[107] has written some good sketches of animal life. His 'Mursa' is
the story of a bitch who has given birth to some puppies:--her love for
her offspring, her madness when she finds her young ones drowned and
gone, and her death by strangulation. 'Red Caroline, a Novel of Animal
Life,' is a similar story from the life of a cow. They are well told and
display talent in the author. Of the others, Pinski[108] deserves to be
mentioned specially, both on account of the quantity and the quality of
his work. Most of his sketches do not rise above the mediocre, but there
are several that are as good as those of Spektor. The best of his are
those that are entitled 'The Oppressed,' the first of which appeared in
'Literature and Life.' In this he tells of the tyranny exercised by a
shopkeeper on his clerk, and of the timidity of his wretched
subordinate, who merely ekes out an existence by working for him from
daybreak until late at night from one end of the year to the other. The
brutal master, the cowardly, downtrodden clerk, his courageous daughter
who urges her father to leave the store in spite of the shopkeeper's
protest, the scene at home, where his wife has just given birth to a
child, where there is no money for a fire or for medicine,--all this is
drawn dramatically and naturally. Goido[109] began to issue a aeries of
stories in Wilna, in the manner of Perez's 'Holiday Leaves,' and they
attracted Perez's attention, who encouraged him in his literary career.
Regarding his career in America, we shall find him more especially
mentioned in the next chapter.

After the financial failure of the different magazines started since
1887, only Spektor's _Hausfreund_ has been able to survive with some
degree of regularity. The last of this series appeared in 1896, after
which Judeo-German letters seem to have been checked entirely. There
still appear publications by societies, but they are all of a Zionistic
nature. It is hard to foretell what the future of this literature will
be. But having worked out such a variety of styles in the last fifteen
years, it can hardly fail of presenting the same interesting features
with which we have just become acquainted, unless, indeed, the
intelligent classes abandon this field for other European languages and
turn it over to the class of writers who have in view the filling of
their pockets and not the good of the people. Then it will revert to the
chaos into which it was led by Schaikewitsch and the like. In any case
it will reflect the conditions from without; it will flourish in
proportion as the Jews are oppressed by the government and public
opinion; it will disappear when full rights shall have been accorded
them. The latter are not to be hoped for in any appreciably near time,
hence Judeo-German letters will continue to be an anomaly in Russia, in
Galicia, and in Roumania for some time to come.

Although this literature has assumed such great proportions and has
produced a score or more of good writers, it has still remained an
unknown quantity to a large number of the better classes who have not
yet broken entirely with their mother-tongue. They continue looking with
disdain at the popular language and thus make it hard for those who
devote themselves to the service of the people to produce the desired
effect; for, failing to get the support of those whose opinion might
weigh with the masses, the latter are somewhat indifferent themselves.
Another unfortunate factor in the development of this literature is the
petty jealousies of many of the writers, which have again and again kept
them from uniting for concerted action. If in spite of all this it has
been able to hold its own and to evolve to such perfection, it is due to
the untiring, self-sacrificing, noble efforts of Zederbaum, Spektor,
Rabinowitsch, and Perez. All honor to these men!




XIV. PROSE WRITERS SINCE 1881: IN AMERICA


Many years before the great immigration of the Jews had begun, there was
a sufficiently large community of Russian Jews resident in New York to
support a newspaper. In the seventies there existed there a weekly, _The
Jewish Gazette_, and there was at least one book store, that of the firm
of Kantrowitz, that furnished the colony with Judeo-German reading
matter. The centre of that Jewish quarter was then as now on Canal
Street, where there was also the Jewish printing office of M.
Topolowsky, from which, in 1877, was issued a small volume of
Judeo-German poetry by Jacob Zwi Sobel, probably the first of the kind
in America. His few songs are all in the style of Goldfaden. One,
entitled 'The Polish Scholar in America,' is especially interesting, not
from a literary standpoint, but from the light it throws on the
condition of the Jews before the eighties. Whether they wished so or
not, they were rapidly being amalgamated, on the one side by the German
Jews, on the other by the American people at large. Many tried to hide
their nationality, and even their religion, since the Russian Jews did
not stand in good repute then. The vernacular was only used as the last
resort by those who had not succeeded in acquiring a ready use of the
English language, and its approach to the literary German was even
greater than that attempted by Dick at about the same time in Russia.
However, English words had begun to creep in freely and to modify the
Germanized dialect. It is evident that the seeds of the American
Judeo-German, as it may now be found in the majority of works printed in
New York, had been sown even then. The proneness to use a large number
of German words is derived from the time when the smaller community had
been laboring to pass into American Judaism by means of the German
Jewish congregations.

Suddenly, in 1881, began the great forced emigration of the Jews from
Russia, and in the same year the main stream of the unfortunate
wanderers commenced to flood the city of New York, and from there to
spread over the breadth and the length of the United States. At present
there are, probably, not less than three hundred thousand Russian Jews
to be found in New York alone. The aspect of the Jewish colony was at
once changed. It was thrown back into conditions resembling those in
congested Russian cities. There came misery, poverty, and squalor. The
struggle for existence was even harder than it had been at home. They
had exchanged the tyranny of the autocracy for the liberty of the
republic, but they did not at the same time better their material
well-being. It was then that the sweat-shop with all its horrors had its
beginning, or at least found its most objectionable development. And
they were not all laborers who were forced to tread the sewing-machine,
or roll cigars and fill cigarettes. Many of them had seen better days at
home, some had even been students at gymnasia and at universities.
Without any previous training in their particular occupations, forced to
do ten and twelve hours' work of the hardest labor, they had no time to
think of any but the most sordid, more immediate physical needs. Some
indeed succeeded in establishing themselves permanently, but the
majority groaned under a heavy yoke. Only by degrees did more and more
of them issue from the sweat-shops, to take up other occupations; but
few of them ever forgot the horrors of their first years in America. The
whole course of the Judeo-German literature is a reflex, on the one
side, of their sufferings, on the other, of the greater liberty, the
slowly increasing well-being.

With the large immigration came also some of the literary men: Zunser,
Schaikewitsch, Seiffert, Goldfaden. They at once set about to produce
books with the same vim that they had developed at home. But the field
was not so profitable, and they had to turn to other work. Schaikewitsch
and Zunser have become printers instead of writers of books, and
Goldfaden gave up his attempt in despair and returned finally to Europe.
However, in the short time that they have been active in America, they
have succeeded in doing immeasurable harm not only to Judeo-German
literature, but to the people for whom they wrote as well. They have
corrupted the language in accord with the forms which they found in
vogue among the Jews who had been here before them, and they started out
to minister to the sensational tastes of the masses who received their
nourishment from the lower English press of New York. The amount of
many-volumed so-called novels that they have produced is simply
appalling. These are mainly adaptations of the most sensational novels
in whatsoever language they could lay their hands on. Goldfaden also
started _The New York Illustrated Gazette_, the first of the kind in
Judeo-German, but it lived only a short time. In spite of the mass of
printed matter in the vernacular, literature did not pay in America, and
Goldfaden left the country in disgust.

But the eighties were not by any means devoid of interest and
far-reaching importance to Jewish letters. During that time Judeo-German
journalism received its fullest development. In Russia a daily press
could not exist at all, and the few weeklies that had been issued from
time to time had to move in such closely circumscribed limits that
journalism ever remained there in its infancy. But on the other side of
the Atlantic, the first thing the Jews learned to value and to make free
use of was the newspaper. A large number of these were started in the
first ten years of the great immigration, but most of them have been of
short duration. In the struggle for existence the oldest newspaper, that
had had its beginning in 1874, came out victorious. It bought out and
consolidated twenty Jewish dailies and weeklies and now appears in the
form of _The Jewish Gazette_, as the representative of the more
conservative faction of the Russian Jews of America. But the most active
in that field of literature were those who at the end of the eighties
clustered around the newspapers that were published in the interest of
the Jewish laborers. Of these _Die Arbeiterzeitung_ was the most
prominent.

A number of causes united in making the socialistic propaganda strongest
among the Russian Jews. They had come from a country where all the
elements of opposition naturally gathered around the political parties
that stood in secret conflict with the Government and also the social
order of things. In America, they came at once in contact with the
sweat-shop and similar industrial oppressions, which only sharpened
their dislike of the social structure. Intellectually they stood higher
than those of their brethren who persevered with the conservatives, for
they had at least come to think about their condition and the affairs
of the world, while the others clung to old superstitions and did
nothing to drag themselves out from the slough of ignorance into which
they had fallen in Russia. At the same time the many intelligent men who
had been driven to the United States nearly all had belonged to the
opposition parties at home, and it was from them alone that the masses
could be saved from the clutches of the sensational novelists. This
struggle between Schaikewitsch and his tribe on the one side and the
intelligent writers on the other began towards the end of the last
decade, and the older men are being as surely driven to the wall here as
they have been in Russia by Rabinowitsch and the newer school of
writers. These younger men have, with but one exception, been driven to
Judeo-German letters as their last resort. Some of them had never before
published anything in any language, and none of them had ever practised
writing in their vernacular. They all belonged to that class of Jewish
young men who had received their instruction in Russian schools, or who
had in any way identified themselves completely with their Gentile
comrades. They had all reached their school age in the seventies, when
everybody was as eager to become Russianized as two decades before their
parents had been to oppose the new culture. Either as belonging to the
Jewish race, or because of their sympathies with the Nihilists, they had
to flee from the country. These form to a great extent the basis for the
Russian intelligence in the United States.

They brought with them the idea of the Narodniks, which was that their
energies ought to be devoted to the uplifting of the masses. They could
not hope to become in any way influential among the native population in
the American cities. They, consequently, directed their attention to
their own race. One of the first to arrive in America with the great
immigration, was Abraham Cahan. He was born in the year 1860 in
Podberezhe, in the government of Wilna. His early years had been passed
in a Jewish school perfecting himself in Jewish lore. At the age of
fourteen he entered the Hebrew Teachers' Institute at Wilna, from which
he graduated in 1881. He was appointed a teacher in a government school
in a small town in the province of Witebsk, but he had soon to flee,
having been discovered by the police as a participant in the nihilistic
movement. The next year he arrived in New York penniless. He had a hard
struggle for three or four years. Since that time he has been active as
the founder of several excellent Judeo-German periodicals, as a writer
in the dialect himself, as a contributor to the English press, and,
finally, as a writer of English books. Of the latter, 'Yekl' was
published a short time ago by Appleton & Co., and 'The Imported
Bridegroom and Other Stories,' by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. He has also
contributed to the _Cosmopolitan_, _Short Stories_, and the _Atlantic
Monthly_.

His Judeo-German activity began with the foundation of the
_Arbeiterzeitung_, devoted to the interest of socialism and
enlightenment among the Jewish masses. To this gazette he contributed
largely. Most of his articles are popularizations of sciences, but he
has also written several books of stories, mostly from the life of the
New York Ghetto. Like his English stories, they are composed in a good
literary style, and present vivid pictures of Jewish life as it is
modified under American conditions. It may be safely asserted that his
English sketches are conceived by him first in the Judeo-German, after
which they are adapted for an American public. While showing great
merit, it cannot be said of his novels that they equal those of the
writers in Russia. In fact, there has not arisen in America any author
who has shown the same degree of originality as those of the
mother-country, even though they frequently surpass them in regularity
of structure, and in the fund of information they possess. Among the
large number of writers in New York who have contributed to the
literature, it can hardly be said that any individual style has been
developed. They resemble each other very much, both in the manner of
their compositions, and the subjects they treat. Nor could it be
otherwise. They nearly all are busy popularizing science in one way or
other, or they write novels from the life of the Jewish community,
which, in the less than two decades of its existence, has not developed,
as yet, many new characteristics. They imitate Russian models for their
stories and novels, mainly Chekhov. They are all of them realists, and
some have carried their realism to the utmost extent.

One of the most fruitful popularizers of science has been Abner
Tannenbaum. His works have all the merit of being based on real facts,
though these are presented in the attractive form of novels, whether
original or translated. He is now exerting an influence also on the Jews
of Russia, where his works are much valued. He was born in 1847, and, up
to the year 1889, was a wholesale druggist. In that year he arrived in
America, and, for the first time, began writing in the vernacular. At
first, he translated novels from German and French, especially the works
of Jules Verne. Later, he wrote some novels after the fashion of the
German pedagogue, J. H. Campe, in his works 'Robinson the Younger' and
'The Discovery of America.' Since 1893, he has been a permanent
contributor to _The Jewish Gazette_, where he has been writing and
popularizing encyclopedic items.

The early history of J. Rombro, who is writing under the pseudonym of
Philip Krantz, does not differ much from that of Abraham Cahan, with
whom he has been active in the publication of the same periodicals. He
had to flee from Russia about the same time. He went to London and
Paris, from which place he contributed to various Russian magazines. In
London he met Winchevsky, who, at that time, had been editing a
Judeo-German newspaper, _The Polish Jew_. He was asked by him to write a
description of the riots against the Jews. "It was a hard job for me,"
so writes the author, "and it took me a long time to do it. I never
thought of writing in the Jewish Jargon, but fate ordered otherwise,
and, contrary to all my aspirations, I am now nothing more than a poor
Jargon journalist." The author's evil plight has, however, been the
people's gain, for to his untiring activity is due no small amount of
the enlightenment that they have received in the last ten years. In 1885
he was invited by a group of Hebrew workingmen, rather anarchistic than
social-democratic, to edit a socialistic monthly, _The Workers' Friend_.
Against his will, for he was a social-democrat, he accepted the offer.
This monthly became the next year a weekly. Later, he translated
Lassale's 'Workingmen's Program' into Judeo-German. About that time, in
1890, he was invited by the Jewish socialists of New York to come to the
United States and edit a strictly social-democratic paper. He gladly
accepted this invitation, and March 6, 1890, the first number of the
_Arbeiterzeitung_ was issued; since 1894 it has been appearing under the
name of the _Abend-Blatt_ as a daily, and it is now the official Jewish
organ of the socialist labor party. He was also the first editor of the
_Zukunft_, started by the Jewish socialist sections of the United States
in 1892. Now he is contributing to the monthlies _Neuer Geist_ and _Neue
Zeit_. His articles are all characterized by great earnestness, and by a
good flowing style. He is far from being a blind partisan, and he knows
how to treat impartially questions of a general import.

The nineties have passed in the United States in the often-repeated
attempt to establish permanent Judeo-German magazines. There have been a
large number of them in existence, and one after the other has met with
financial failure. Now, however, there are several that promise to last
a longer time. Never before has the periodical press in Judeo-German
been brought to such a perfection as regards its outward form and the
variety of subjects that it has incorporated in its pages. The first of
the kind was the _Zukunft_ just mentioned. It lasted until the year
1897, when it gave way to the _Neue Zeit_, which is practically a
continuation of the first. It differs little from similar popular
science magazines in other languages. We find in it such articles as,
What is Socialism? Philosophy and Revolution; A Dog's Brain, by John
Lubbock; Shakespeare, his Life and his Works; Pasteur and his
Discoveries; and similar scientific articles. To these must be added
many literary articles, stories, poems, reviews, and the like. Among the
several good contributors of the latter class of literature we shall
dwell at a greater length on B. Gorin and Leon Kobrin.

B. Gorin is the pseudonym of J. Goido, of whose activity in Russia we
have spoken before. After the failure of his undertaking in Wilna,
mainly through the interference of the censor, who delayed his
publication in every possible way, he went to Berlin to attend lectures
at the University. He soon went to America, where shortly after, in
1895, he became the editor of a Philadelphia Judeo-German newspaper.
From there he went to New York, where he published the 'Jewish American
Popular Library,' a collection of short stories in the manner of his
Wilna edition; but its life was cut short after the seventh number. He
has since been the editor of the _Neuer Geist_. The most of his sketches
were published in the _Arbeiterzeitung_ and in the _Abend-Blatt_, when
it was still edited by A. Cahan. At first he confined himself
exclusively to short sketches in the style of the Russian writer,
Shchedrin, but soon he followed the example of all of those who have
written in America, and has translated foreign authors, has written
reviews, and popularized science. In Russia he had begun the translation
of 'David Copperfield.' In America he has translated Chekhov, and has in
one way or other introduced the Russian Jews to the works of Daudet,
Maupassant, Sienkiewicz, Korolenko, Dostoyevski, Bourget, Garshin,
Potapenko, and many German and English novelists.

One of the most original writers of the realistic school in the manner
of the Russian Chekhov is Leon Kobrin. He has lately started the
publication of a 'Realistic Library,' of which the first number so far
issued contains several sketches that have been written by him in the
last two years. One of the best in that volume is the first, 'Jankel
Boile,' a story from the life of Jewish fishermen. One is rather
inclined to doubt that his Jewish characters really exist as he has
depicted them; it almost seems as if they were a transference of Russian
men to Jewish surroundings, for they seem to do things that are not met
with as peculiarities of the Jews in the many novels by Judeo-German
writers. But it may be that he speaks from intimate acquaintance with a
class of people that is not generally accessible to the average writer.
Barring this, the story is very vividly told. It is a sketch of a Jewish
boy who has grown up with the village boys, and who has but the faintest
idea of his Jewish faith. He falls in love with one of the peasant girls
of his acquaintance, whom he courts, and for whom he is about to give up
the faith of his fathers. In the last moment, when out in the night on a
fishing tour on the stormy lake, he is caught with remorse at his
impending apostasy, and he commits suicide by jumping in the lake. This
is but a bare outline of a most excellently developed story, in which
realism has been carried to a _ne plus ultra_. His portrayal of the
lower classes with their indomitable passions reminds one very much of
the remarkable sketches of the Russian Gorki.

At this juncture mention must be made of the many short sketches by
Gurewitsch, who writes under the pseudonym of Z. Libin. They belong
among the best Ghetto stories that have been written in New York, and
they display undoubted talent. Cahan, Goido, Kobrin, and Libin are all
young men yet, and from them alone a regeneration of the Jewish novel
may be expected.

In 1893 Krantz and Sharkansky started a monthly magazine, _The City
Guide_, but only two numbers of it appeared. Two years later Winchevsky
began issuing in Boston _The Emeth_, a weekly family paper for
literature and culture. It is a pity it was stopped before the year was
out, for of all the magazines that have seen daylight in America, it was
by far the most ably edited. Among his contributors of belles lettres
we find the names of the authors just mentioned, and also several
others. Nearly everything else is from the pen of the editor. While in
many of the leaders his socialistic bias is pronounced, yet most of his
articles deal with subjects of a general interest. Of his poetry we have
spoken before. His prose style is even better. It is smooth, idiomatic,
and carefully balanced. He is one of the few authors who bestow great
care on a good Judeo-German style, and file and finish it. Most
interesting are his epigrams and philosophical reflections, and his
satirical sketches, which he generally ascribes to the 'Insane
Philosopher.' Winchevsky has been very productive. Outside of his many
original stories and sketches, his poetry, and sociological articles, he
has translated a number of works, among others the Russian Korolenko and
Victor Hugo's 'Les Misérables.' His translations are the very best in
the Judeo-German language. Few have equalled him in the art of
translation. The distinguishing characteristics of all his productions
are dignity and refinement. Although he frequently depicts Jewish life,
the Jew is but an accident of his themes, for he has ever in mind the
social questions at large, as they affect the whole world.

The year before Schaikewitsch began the publication of the _Hebrew Puck_
in imitation of the English _Puck_. Being of a humorous nature, that
magazine does not show the glaring defects of his other works to any
great extent. In the same year Alexander Harkavy started _The American
People's Calendar_, which in addition to the matter that more strictly
belongs to an almanac contains also several useful articles of a
literary value. Harkavy has developed an untiring activity in the
publication of books by which his countrymen should be introduced to
the English language and to a right understanding of American
citizenship. He has written all kinds of text-books, has translated the
Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, and published _The
Hebrew American_, an English weekly with footnotes in Judeo-German. He
has also written a large number of popular articles on linguistic
subjects. Many of these contain valuable matter, but it is often
difficult to disentangle the facts from his personal speculations, which
are not always based on scientific truths. He lacks training, and his
style is otherwise colorless. But for all that, his deserts in the
education of the Russian Jews of New York must not be undervalued. Of
his translations we might also mention the 'Don Quixote,' of which so
far only the first part has appeared in Judeo-German. Among the writers
of historical essays, the most promising is the Roumanian, D. M.
Hermalin, whose 'Mohammed' and 'Jesus the Nazarene' are not only fair
and unbiassed statements of the foreign religious teachings, but also
belong among the very few books in Judeo-German that are supplied with a
critical apparatus.

The best magazine now in existence is the _Neuer Geist_, of which the
first seven numbers were edited by Harkavy, but which now appears under
the editorship of Gorin. It is a periodical of science, literature, and
art, and has no special political bias. We find here the same
contributors as in former monthlies. To those mentioned before may be
added the names of Budianov, Feigenbaum, and Solotkov, who have written
many good articles on sociological and philosophical matters, and Katz,
who is an astute critic. Here has also appeared the best translation in
verse of one of Shakespeare's dramas, 'The Merchant of Venice,' from the
pen of the poet Bovchover. Another, smaller magazine, _Die Zeit_,[110]
is published by the Hebrew poet M. M. Dolizki. Another well-conducted
monthly is the _Neue Zeit_, issued by the Jewish-speaking sections of
the Socialist Labor Party of the United States. There is no material
difference in the composition of the contributors' staff. A few more
names might be added to the list of men who have been active in
spreading information among the Russian Jews, such as Feigenbaum,
Wiernik, Bukanski. Seiffert has written some interesting accounts of the
Jewish stage in America, but his language is of the order of Dick or
even worse; Rosenfeld and Sharkansky have at various times produced some
sketches and even dramas, but they are more strictly poets, as which
alone they will survive.

The time is not far away when there will not be a Judeo-German press in
America. The younger generation never looks inside of a Jewish paper
now, and the next following generation will no longer speak the dialect,
unless something unforeseen happens by which the existence of that
anomaly shall be made possible. Already _The Jewish Gazette_, taking
time by the forelock, has begun issuing an English supplement to its
Judeo-German weekly. It wants to secure its lease of life by passing
over by successive steps to a periodical published entirely in English,
without a violent loss of its subscribers. Several of the intelligent
writers in the vernacular are at the same time contributing to the
English press, while some have entirely abandoned their Judeo-German. In
the meanwhile that literature is developing a feverish activity. From
its ashes will rise new forces in the English literature of America
that will add no small mite to its pages. In the short time of the
existence of the Judeo-German in America, it has passed through three
distinct stages: the first was the era of the sensational novel; then
followed the socialistic propaganda, coupled with the evolution of the
press, but particularly the magazine. Now, without abandoning entirely
the social and political ideals, the writers are combining to popularize
science and to produce a pure literature. The latter is more or less
under the sway of the Russian writers Chekhov, Korolenko, and Garshin.
What Russia has done for the Jews in the seventies is reaped by the
masses in the nineties in America.




XV. THE JEWISH THEATRE


In the beginning of the eighteenth century two plays written in
Judeo-German appeared in print, 'The Sale of Joseph' and the
'Ahasuerus-play.'[111] They were intended for scenic representation on
the feast of Purim, which even before that time had been given to mimic
performances. These mysteries, together with another written at about
the same time, 'David and Goliath,' have held uninterrupted sway up to
our own time wherever the Jargon has been spoken. Schudt has left us in
his 'Jüdische Merkwürdigkeiten'[112] a detailed account of the
popularity of one of these plays from the start, of the manner of its
performance at the house of the Rabbi of Mannheim, of the formation of
the first travelling company for the execution of the drama at other
towns, and many other interesting facts connected with it. These
mysteries differ little from the coarse comedies and burlesques current
at the time among the Gentiles, from whom, no doubt, many of the details
were borrowed. Soon many imitations of the original 'Ahasuerus-play'[113]
and 'The Sale of Joseph' came to rival the older plays in popularity.
Of the first a form is known to me in which the Leckerläufer is
substituted for the original Pickleherring, the grotesque harlequin,
while of the second I possess at least two widely different versions,
not to speak of Zunser's large drama of the same subject. Altogether,
this matter has not, as far as I know, been properly investigated, so
that little can be said with certainty about the relations that they
bear to each other. 'The Sale of Joseph,' or 'The Greatness of Joseph,'
as it is frequently called, was translated at the end of the last or the
beginning of this century into Judeo-German by Elieser Pawier from the
original Hebrew under the title 'Milchomo be-Scholom.' It is a much more
serious production than the older work, and this, rather than the one
printed in 1710, has lain at the foundation of future adaptations. At
least one, the versified drama under the name of 'Geschichte vun
Mechiras Jōssef u-Gdulas Jōssef,' published in 1876 in Jusefov,
distinctly claims to be a translation from the same Hebrew source. How
many such plays have been actually performed it is not possible to
determine now without a more careful inquiry among older men in various
parts of Russia. There have just come to light a number of mysteries
once popular in the Government of Kowno, while some have been printed
within our own days. Such, for example, is 'The Book of the Wisdom of
Solomon,' which is based on the Biblical story of Solomon's life, but
which contains also Talmudical commentaries on certain facts connected
with his reign. The latest, and by far the best, drama on the 'Sale of
Joseph' comes from the pen of Zunser, who not only has given it a
literary finish, but has perused all the sources that throw any light on
several difficult points connected with the play, and has furnished in
some perplexing problems solutions of his own, so as to make the whole
uniform and historically correct. In his introduction he mentions a few
important facts about the popularity of the subject, and the manner of
its performance, or recitation. He says: "No other story from our Holy
Scripture has made such an impression or has become so known to the
masses of the Jews as the 'Sale of Joseph.' ... As far back as we can
remember it has been played among us by beggar-students, or by the
old-fashioned badchens at weddings."

It is not uncommon to see a performance of this play given at the
present time in some small town. The actors are generally the
beggar-students who have to play both the male and female parts, as no
women are allowed to perform together with the men. Some large
unoccupied room is furnished with benches on which the sexes are
generally seated separately. The stage is of the most primitive
character, without decorations of any kind; and the actors like to
parade in fantastic clothes which have nothing in common with the
historical truth. Either the whole of the play, or at least certain
passages are sung according to traditional tunes. In the 'Sale of
Joseph' it is always the monologue of Joseph before his mother's grave
upon which the greatest care is bestowed, as it is the most pathetic
part of the drama. It is probably the prototype of M. Gordon's ballad of
'The Stepmother' and similar popular versions, for in them, as in
Gordon's version, Joseph's mother sends up her consoling words to her
son from her grave. An excellent description of such a performance is
given in Dienesohn's 'Herschele,'[114] where the hero of the novel plays
the part of Joseph.

These mysteries are not the only form of histrionic art. On the Purim,
many masqueraders may be seen passing from house to house, followed by a
curious crowd of children, anxious to catch a glimpse of the strange
mummery of men and impossible animals. In some places the children and
even grown persons manage to enter the house either by sheer force, or
under the proverbial pretext that they are the "bear's brother." The
actors begin in a chanting way: "Good evening, my good people, do you
know what Purim means?" after which they proceed with the explanation
and the performance of some grotesque scene. Each group has its own
Purim play, which is generally some unrecognizable fragment of the
'Ahasuerus-play,' but frequently also some original production which is
jealously guarded from being imitated by rival boy performers. There is
no merit in them, but an investigation even of this form of the Purim
play might bring out some interesting points or bits of antiquity. The
length of the burlesque is graded according to the expectation of the
final monetary reward, to which they allude with the stereotyped phrase:
"The play is out, give us a coin, and throw us out of doors!"[115]

The possibility is not excluded that in addition to this semi-religious
form of the drama, there may also have been given performances of
profane plays at an early date in Russia. It is not known whether any of
the dramas written by Aksenfeld, Gottlober, or Ettinger have been played
by amateur actors, but we have at least one well-attested case of a
performance of that kind in 1855,--twenty years before the
establishment of the Judeo-German theatre by Goldfaden. In that year
the students of the Zhitomir Rabbinical school celebrated the coronation
of Emperor Alexander II. by a play in which the life of the Jewish
soldier and the kahal were depicted. This drama is said to have been
written by one Kamrasch, but never to have been printed. It is also
asserted that it served as the first impulse to Goldfaden to create a
Jewish theatre, which, however, he realized only much later.

There existed a dramatic literature long before Goldfaden. We have had
occasion to mention the works of Ettinger, Aksenfeld, Gottlober,
Abramowitsch, Falkowitsch, Levinsohn, Epstein. After the popular poetry
a semi-dramatic style was better calculated to impress the people with
the new culture than simple prose, which at that time had not been well
worked out. Nearly all of the prose style of the early days is more or
less affected by the drama, and even Abramowitsch has not entirely got
away from it. Nearly all of his stories are introduced by the
stereotyped words: "Says Mendele Mōcher Sforim," and there are other
similar dramatic effects scattered through them. This, which is an
imitation of Hebrew originals, has also been the usual way of
introduction with other Judeo-German writers of the early days. The
drama of Ettinger is entirely constructed after the manner of a German
play, has five acts, and the laws of dramaturgy are carefully carried
out. It really looks as though he had intended it for the stage. In
Aksenfeld the adaptation to the stage is less apparent, while the others
do not seem to have had the performance of their plays in mind at all.
What is surprising is that Aksenfeld and Gottlober should have
introduced in their dramas a number of couplets and songs which have no
meaning unless they were meant to be sung by the actors. Possibly they
followed the precedent of familiar German plays even in this particular,
without any other purpose before them; or it may be that they foresaw
the possibility of their future representation and thought it best to
imitate the Purim plays, which had always some songs intermingled with
the spoken dialogue of the actors.

In 1872 Goldfaden published two of his comedies.[116] The first, 'The
Two Neighbors,' is a splendid farce, in which two women are discussing
the prospective marriage of their two babies playing on the floor. The
children get to fighting, and one of them is hurt. This changes the tone
of their mothers, and they heap curses on each other in the vilest
manner. The other, 'Aunt Sosie,' is the best he has ever written. We do
not find in it the rant of his later dramas, and the subject is taken
strictly from Jewish life. Aunt Sosie is a woman of the type of Serkele.
She is anxious to get her sister married, and maltreats her husband's
niece. Her husband is under her thumb. By the aid of his friend Ispanski
he manages to cheat his wife and to get his niece married to his wife's
brother. Sosie is about to marry her sister to a Lithuanian Jew, a
cloak-maker, who is already married to another woman. His lawful wife
comes in time to prevent the bigamy of her husband. It is easy to see
that the whole is a close imitation of Ettinger's comedy.

During the Turco-Russian War, in 1876 and 1877, the city of Bukarest in
Roumania presented a lively spectacle. It was the seat of the Russian
staff, and all the news from the field of war was carried there, and all
the contracts for the commissariat were let there. The city swarmed with
Jews from Russia and Galicia, who had come there to find, in one way or
another, some means to earn a fortune. Bukarest became a Mecca of all
those who did not succeed at home. And, indeed, as long as the war
lasted most of them managed to fill their pockets. With the easily
gotten gains there came also a desire to be amused, and coffee-houses
were crowded by Jews who came to them to listen to the songs of some
local ballad singer. It was also not uncommon for such singers to give
performances of their art in private houses to assembled guests.
Goldfaden had also come there in the hope of bettering his condition. It
occurred to him that he might widen the activity of the balladists by
uniting several of them into a company for the sake of theatrical
performances. This he did at once. Bearing in mind the fact that Jews
had not been used to the regular drama, but that they were fond of
music, he wrote hurriedly half a dozen light burlesques, mostly
imitations of French originals, in which the songs written and set to
music by him were the most important thing. There is no other merit
whatsoever in the plays, as their Jewish setting is merely such in name,
and as otherwise the plot is too trivial.[117] But the songs have
survived in the form of popular ballads. It is interesting to note that
this first Roumanian troupe consisted exclusively of men, who had also
to take the women's parts.

After the conclusion of the war, in 1878, Goldfaden returned to Odessa,
where he established a regular Jewish theatre.[118] Women were added to
the personnel, and a number of writers began to write plays specially
adapted for the stage. Katzenellenbogen, Lerner, Schaikewitsch,
Lilienblum, and the founder of the theatre were busy increasing the
repertoire. Of these, Katzenellenbogen was the most original and most
literary. It does not appear that his dramas have been printed, but the
songs taken out of several of them and issued by him in a volume of his
poetry attest a high merit in them. Lerner was satisfied with
reproducing some of the best German plays in a Jewish garb. Of these he
later published, 'Uncle Moses Mendelssohn,' a one-act drama; a
translation of Gutzkow's 'Uriel Acosta'; a rearrangement of Scribe's
'The Jewess'; and a historical drama, 'Chanuka,' of which the original
is not mentioned by him. The dramas of the other two are quite weak, but
they do not yet indicate that degree of platitude which they have
reached later in America. The success of the theatre was complete. The
original company divided in two, and one part began to play
independently under the leadership of Lerner, while the other started on
a tour through the Jewish cities of Russia, visiting Kharkov, Minsk, and
even Moscow and St. Petersburg. In many towns they were received with
open hands, in others the intelligent classes saw in the formation of a
specifically Jewish theatre a menace to the higher intelligence which
was trying to emancipate itself from the Judeo-German language and all
its traditions. They went so far as to get the police's prohibition
against the performances of Goldfaden's troupe.

This procedure was only just in so far as it affected the character of
the plays, for there was nothing in them to recommend them as means of
elevating or educating the masses. They had had their origin at a time
when amusement was the only watchword, and they had had no time to
evolve new phases. Seeing that in order to succeed he would have to
furnish something more substantial than his farces, Goldfaden produced
in succession three historical dramas: 'Doctor Almosado,' 'Sulamith,'
and 'Bar-Kochba,' to which at a later time were added 'Rabbi Joselmann,
or the Persecution in Alsace,' 'King Ahasuerus, or Queen Esther,' and
'The Sacrifice of Isaac,' and a fantastic opera, 'The Tenth
Commandment.' None of these are, properly speaking, dramas, but operas
or melodramas. They have at least the merit of being placed on a
historical or Biblical basis and of following good German models. Their
popularity has been very great, and the many songs which they contain,
especially those from 'Sulamith' and 'Bar-Kochba,' rank among the
author's best and most widely known. The latter two operas were
translated into Polish, and given in a theatre in Warsaw. Just as the
Jewish theatre was entering on its new course of the historical drama,
the Government, by a rescript of September, 1883, closed them in Russia,
and this was followed later by another prohibition of Jewish
performances at Warsaw, where the first law had been obviated by giving
them in the so-called German theatre.

About that time two young men, Tomaschewski and Golubok, of New York,
started a theatre in New York. The troupe consisted of actors who had
just arrived from London, where they found it too difficult to establish
themselves. The first performance was given in the Fourth Street Turner
Hall. As formerly in Russia, the Reformed Jews of the city used their
utmost efforts to prevent the playing of a Jewish comedy, but in vain.
It was given in spite of all remonstrances and threats. After that the
theatre was permanently established in the Bowery Garden, under the name
of the Oriental Theatre, which soon passed under the directorship of J.
Lateiner. In 1886 another theatre, The Roumania Opera House, was opened
in the old National Theatre, at 104-106 Bowery. It would not be
profitable to enter into the further vicissitudes of the companies,
their jealousies and ridiculous pretensions at equalling the best
American troupes. Unfortunately, the authors upon whom they had to
depend for their repertoires were Lateiner, Hurwitz, and other worthy
followers of Schaikewitsch, who by rapid steps brought the Jewish stage
down to the lowest degrees of insipidity. Not satisfied with producing
dramas from a sphere they knew something about, they began to imitate,
or rather corrupt, existing foreign plays, to give foolish versions of
'Mary Stuart,' 'Don Carlos,' 'Trilby,' and similar popular dramas. There
were, indeed, some men who might have saved the stage from its frightful
degeneration, but the theatre managers would not listen to them,
preferring to pander to the low taste of the masses by giving them
worthless productions that bore some distant resemblance to the
performances in the lower grades of American theatres.

Only during a short period of time, early in the nineties, it looked as
though things were going to be improved, for the managers accepted a
number of adaptations and original plays by J. Gordin. Gordin belonged
to that class of educated men who, though they had been carried across
the ocean with one of the waves that bore the Jewish masses from Russia
to the shores of the United States, had never stood in any relation
whatsoever to their fellow-emigrants. He had been a Russian journalist,
and in America he was confronted with the alternative of devoting
himself to Judeo-German literature or starving. He naturally chose the
first. Although he had had a good literary training, he had never before
written a word in the vernacular of his people. At first he tried
himself in the composition of short sketches from the life of the
Russian Jews, and finding that his articles found a ready acceptance
with the Judeo-German press, he attempted dramatic compositions. He has
translated, adapted, or composed in all more than thirty plays, of
which, however, only one has been printed. As his large variety of
dramas give a good idea of the condition of the stage during its best
period, they will be shortly mentioned here. Among the translations we
find Ibsen's 'Nora'; among the adaptations we have Victor Hugo's 'Ruy
Blas,' 'Hernani'; Lessing's 'Nathan the Wise'; Schiller's 'Kabale und
Liebe,' under the name of 'Rōsele'; 'The Parnes-chōdesch,' from Gogol's
'The Inspector'; 'Elischewa' and 'Dworele,' imitations of two of
Ostrovski's comedies; Grillparzer's 'Medea'; and 'Meir Esofowitsch,' on
a subject taken from Mrs. Orzeszko's novel of the same name. Several of
his plays display more original creative power. Of these it will
suffice to mention: 'The Wild Man,' treating of the degeneration among
the Jews; 'The Jewish Priest,' illustrating the struggle between the
progressive Jews and the old orthodox factions; 'The Russian Jew in
America,' dealing with the condition of the Russian Jews in New York;
'The Pogrom,' in which the late riots against the Jews in Russia are
depicted.

Gordin and a few other men, such as Rosenfeld, Korbin, Winchevsky, might
have introduced new blood and life into the Jewish drama, but the
managers and the silly actors who in their pride permit their names to
go down on the billboards as second Salvinis and Booths have willed
otherwise. But then they are following in this the common course pursued
by all dying literatures, and they are not, after all, to be blamed more
than the public that permits such things, and the public in its turn is
merely succumbing rapidly to the influence of American institutions,
which before long will overwhelm peaceably, but none the less surely,
the Jewish theatre and the Judeo-German language. Before the inevitable
shall happen, they have attempted to cling to their old traditions; but
it is only a very faint glimpse of their old life they are getting now,
and in the very weak performances that one may still see on the Jewish
stage there is already a great deal more of the reflex of their new home
than the glow of their old. It is very doubtful whether the Jewish
theatre can subsist in America another ten years.

Of late the theatre has been revived in Galicia and Roumania; if I am
not mistaken, there exists also a Jewish theatre in Warsaw. The plays
performed there are mainly the productions of Goldfaden, Lerner, and a
few other writers of the older period. Occasionally a play is given
there that has previously been played in New York. If the theatre is to
survive in Europe, it will naturally develop quite independently from
the American stage. It must remain more national if it is at all to be
Jewish. And such we really find it to be. In addition to the several
dramas mentioned throughout the book there might be added David Sahik's
'A Rose between Thorns' and Sanwill Frumkis's 'A Faithful Love,' which
are among the best comedies produced in Judeo-German.

Excepting the peculiar development of the theatre in America, the
Judeo-German drama has remained more or less a popular form of poetry.
In the form of Goldfaden's farces we may see an evolution of the
farcical Purim plays, while his historical dramas stand in very much the
same relation to our time that the mysteries occupied two centuries ago.
Similarly the theatre, even at its best, has remained of a primitive
nature.




XVI. OTHER ASPECTS OF LITERATURE


In spite of the brilliant evolution of Judeo-German literature in the
last fifty years, the older ethical works of the preceding period
continue in power and are reprinted from time to time, mostly in the
printing offices at Warsaw and Lublin. Among these we find a large
number of biographies of famous Rabbis, testamentary instructions of
wise men, essays on charity, faith, and other virtues, and an endless
mass of commentaries on the Bible and other religious books. Most of
these are translations from the Hebrew. Of late there have also begun to
appear treatises on moral subjects written specially in the vernacular.
We have had occasion to mention the works of Zweifel. There have also
been written sermons of a more pretentious character in Judeo-German,
and even the missionaries have used the dialect for the purpose of
making propaganda among them: the first to attempt this were the English
missionaries, the last have been emissaries from the Greek Church. Of
course these have had no influence of any kind on the minds of the
people. One of the most fruitful branches of the liturgical literature
has been the Tchines, or Prayers. They are intended for women, and there
is a vast variety of them for every occasion in life. Some of the older
ones are quite poetical, being translations or imitations of good
models. But many of the newer ones have been manufactured without rhyme
or reason by young scholars in the Rabbinical seminaries of Wilna and
Zhitomir. These were frequently in sore straits for a living, and
knowing the proneness of women to purchase new, tearful prayers, have
composed them to their tastes. They have hardly any merit, except as
they form a sad chapter in the sad lives of Russian Jewish women. The
old story-books and the prayers have been almost the only consolation
they have had in their lives fraught with woe.

In one of Abramowitsch's novels a woman, purchasing a prayer from an
itinerant bookseller, gives the following reason for being so addicted
to them: "For us poor women, the Tchines are the only remedy for hearts
full of sores and wounds; they furnish us with the only means of weeping
to our hearts' content, and of finding relief for our saddened spirits
in a warm stream of tears.... It is truly aggravating and painful to see
men who do not understand and who do not wish to understand our hearts
make light of women's Tchines and begrudge us the only consolation we
have. Let them take a seat in the women's synagogue on a Saturday or
some holiday, and let them watch the many poor, unfortunate women who
have come away from their homes under difficulties:--one suffering an
evil fate from her husband, another a forlorn widow; one heavy with
child, another downhearted and exhausted from watching long nights at
the bed of her sick, suckling babe; one with swollen, blistered hands
from standing at the stove, and another with her face careworn, and pale
from heavy slave's work, from walking eternally under a yoke;--let them
watch all these sad, downtrodden women standing around the Reader, let
them hear them wail and lament with eyes uplifted to their merciful,
all-kind Father in heaven, bathing in tears and ready to tear their
hearts out of their bosoms. If the men could see such a scene with
their own eyes, they would, I am sure, never open their mouths again to
ridicule the prayers of women."

Outside of these prayers and ethical treatises the most popular books
since the middle of our century have been two elementary works,--one on
arithmetic, teaching the rudiments of the art, the other a letterwriter.
It is probably no exaggeration to say that a hundred editions of the
latter book have appeared in print. It was composed by Lewin Abraham
Liondor, and was intended as a guide for Judeo-German spelling and
letter-writing by children and women. This has been almost the only
text-book written in and for the vernacular. Liondor knew how to make it
entertaining by having a series of connected stories in the form of
letters and an occasional song interspersed in them. The book begins
with an interesting dialogue in the form of letters between the
letterwriter and the author, and ends with a number of letters from and
to a schadchen, the go-between in marriage affairs. From the dialogue
one can see what great popularity this humble work has had in its time.
There have been issued in the last ten years a number of similar
letterwriters, more in accord with the demands of the time, but the
naïveté of Liondor's book has all disappeared in them, and they present
no interest to the reader.

It has never occurred to Judeo-German writers to treat their language
grammatically. They all started out with the idea that it was not a
language, but merely a corrupted dialect which could not be brought
under any grammatical rules. In this opinion they have persevered up to
the present. Where they felt it, nevertheless, their duty to establish
some kind of system, they have dealt only with orthography, and thus of
late a few pamphlets on that subject, but of no scientific value, have
been produced by them. Much greater has been the attempt of Judeo-German
authors to furnish their people with text-books for the study of foreign
tongues. As early as 1824 a Polish grammar appeared in Warsaw. Wherever
the conditions have been favorable for it, the Jews have tried to learn
the languages of their Gentile fellow-citizens. If they have so long
persevered in the use of their dialect in Russia and Poland, the fault
is with the Government and not with them, as we shall soon see. In the
seventies Jewish youths were admitted liberally to the gymnasia and
universities, and they eagerly availed themselves of the privilege and
threw themselves with ardor upon the study of the Russian language. The
most encouraging time for them was from the year 1874 to 1875, when all
seemed to presage better days for them. The schools were crowded with
ambitious children, and there were many left at home who had to get
their Russian education privately or through self-instruction. To help
these, a number of excellent text-books were written. Such were the
books of Skurchowitsch, Lifschitz, Zazkin, Chadak, Feigensohn. All these
appeared within the short period of two years. Later a number of other
similar productions followed. Lifschitz also published at the same time
a Russian-Judeo-German and Judeo-German-Russian dictionary, which is one
of the most valuable stores of Judeo-German that we possess. Everything
was preparing the way for the extermination of the native dialect in
favor of the literary language of the country, when the
short-sightedness of the Government drove them once more back into their
separate existence.

Previous to the seventies there could be found only grammars for the
study of German, French, and even English, but no works to make the
study of Russian easy. Since the year 1881, when the forced emigration
began, new interests have taken hold of the minds of the Jews. They have
been scattered to the four winds, have formed colonies in Germany and
France, but more especially in England, South Africa, and the United
States. Most of those who have gone to their new homes, and who still
intend going there, hardly know any other language than Judeo-German.
But they must learn the tongues of their adopted countries, and we find
a large number of text-books of all descriptions prepared for them. They
have been driven also to Spanish America, and we find Spanish word-books
and grammars written for them. Sadder still, they have begun to dream of
returning to their former home in Palestine, and Arabic word-books have
become their latest necessity. It must not be forgotten that this class
of publications has no claim to scientific recognition; though they are
sometimes written by educated men, they are meant to serve only for the
immediate needs of the wandering Jew. They consequently reflect, like
the belles lettres, the conditions under which the Jews are laboring.

At the dawn of the new era, in the first half of this century, few
thought of the study of foreign languages. The masses were too ignorant
in more essential things to be ready for that kind of instruction. It
was more important that they be made acquainted with the most obvious
facts around them. We saw how one of the most popular books of those
days was 'The Discovery of America,' which also gave some facts in
regard to physical geography. In the sixties, when books of instruction
for the first time were being printed, history and geography were the
first to receive the attention of those who wished to further popular
instruction. Almost one of the very first to be issued then was Resser's
'Universal History,' and this was followed not long after by a primer on
geography. Only after the riots, a more direct attempt was begun at the
education of the people from the standpoint of their vernacular, and
since then geographies and histories of the best foreign authors have
been adapted to their humble needs. We find then, among others, a
translation of Graetz's 'Popular History of the Jews.'

When we reach the nineties, we get a whole literature of popular
science. We have Bernstein's 'Natural Science,' Brehm's 'Essays on
Animals,' and a large number of other similar adaptations for this
period. The most systematic distribution of such books was carried on by
A. Kotik and Bressler, who published a series of text-books on the
useful sciences. Among these are several on anthropology, on political
economy, and even on Darwinism. But none of these can compare in
literary value with the excellent essays of Perez, or even with some of
the articles in the various periodicals. Within the last few years the
popular stories of Tannenbaum in New York have become very popular in
Russia, where nearly all of his works are being reprinted as soon as
they have appeared in America. One of the most persistent kinds of this
class of literature has been the one that gives instruction in popular
medicine. We find such information teaching what to do in case of
cholera in the first half of the century, and later for nearly forty
years many such useful essays have been written by Dr. Tscherny. This
exhausts the scanty collection of a scientific nature that has been
produced for the masses.

Conditions have not been favorable in Russia for the development of a
periodical literature such as the leaders of the people have always had
in mind, and such as the writers now would like to see inaugurated. The
Government has put so many obstacles in the way of their publications
that they have nearly all been of an ephemeral nature, and have had
successively to give place to new and just as short-lived periodicals.
The earliest use of Judeo-German, at least of German written with Hebrew
letters, we find in a gazette published in Prague in the beginning of
the century; the next was a similar paper that was published in Warsaw
in 1824. After that there ensued a long silence until the year 1848,
when a constitution and the freedom of the press were announced in
Austria. The happy news was brought to the Jews of Galicia by a
Judeo-German proclamation issued by Jizchok Jehuda Ben Awraham in
Lemberg. In a simple language the author tells his co-religionists of
the change that has come over them, of the formation of a National
Guard, of the Freedom of the Press, and of the Constitution. It proceeds
to give the late occurrences in Lemberg, and expresses the hope of a
close union with the Gentile population. "And to-day when the Gentiles
cast away their hatred against us, we Jews who have always had good
hearts shall certainly be one body and one soul with the Christians." A
month later A. M. Mohr started a political gazette under the name of
_Zeitung_, in which a corrupt German, rather than Judeo-German, was
employed. This paper has subsisted, with some interruptions and various
changes of form, up to the present time. The following year there was
issued a rival paper, _Die jüdische Post_, which added a commercial
column to the political news.

In Russia no periodical appeared until Zederbaum issued his supplement,
_Kol-mewasser_, to the _Hameliz_ in 1863. This weekly was not only a
gazette of political news, but also a literary magazine which, as we
have seen, has fostered the Judeo-German literature and has made it
possible for Abramowitsch and Linetzki to develop themselves. In 1871
its life was cut short. In 1867 a short-lived attempt was made in Warsaw
to issue a weekly, _Die Warschauer jüdische Zeitung_, which followed
closely the precedent set by the _Kol-mewasser_. Many of the
contributors to the older magazine have written articles for the same.
For some reason, emanating mainly from the censor, no periodical in
Judeo-German was published in Russia during the seventies. The Jews
were, however, not entirely without reading matter of that class, for at
different times magazines and gazettes were issued for them abroad. The
first of the kind was the _Jisrulik_, which appeared in Lemberg in 1875
under the joint editorship of Linetzki and Goldfaden. This differed from
its predecessors in so far as it made the literary part the most
important division in its columns. Most of the matter was furnished by
the editors themselves, or rather by Linetzki alone, for Goldfaden's
name does not figure upon it after the first few numbers. In less than
half a year, the _Jisrulik_ was discontinued. From 1877 up to 1881 Brüll
issued in Mainz a weekly, _Hajisroeli_, devoted to the interests of the
Russian Jews. Upon its pages one may now and then find the names of some
of the older writers, but on the whole it seems to have been only in
distant contact with its countrymen at home. Another weekly of the same
character was started in 1880 under the name of _Kol-leom_ in
Königsberg. Only the next year Zederbaum succeeded in obtaining the
Government's permission for his _Volksblatt_, which appeared
uninterruptedly until 1889, some time after its chief contributors,
Spektor and Rabinowitsch had discontinued their connection with it and
had started annuals of their own. Since then, several new ones, all of
them of very short duration, have seen daylight. At the moment of
writing this, permission has been granted by the Russian government to a
Zionistic society, in Warsaw, to publish a magazine under the name of
_Bas-kol_.

There has been a steady progress in the periodical press, such as could
be expected under the tantalizing restrictions attendant on a
Judeo-German press in Russia. The _Volksblatt_ is both quantitatively
and qualitatively an improvement over the _Kol-mewasser_, which in its
turn is far superior to the gazettes preceding it. The _Hausfreund_ and
the _Volksbibliothēk_, _Dās hēilige Land_, and _Die Jüdische Bibliothēk_
are all more systematic, more in accord with the modern form of
periodicals, than the _Volksblatt_.

There has been and still is another potent factor in the dissemination
of useful knowledge and even of good literature, that is furnished by
the almanacs, of which a large number have been issued at various times.
The best of these were started in the seventies, just at the time when
the periodical press was discontinued. One of the earliest of the kind
was _The Useful Calendar_, the first of which was issued in Wilna in
1875 by Abramowitsch. In addition to the usual information given in
publications of this sort, there are in it tabular data on geography,
history, statistics, and similar sciences, all gotten together from the
best and most reliable sources. It is a close reproduction of similar
almanacs in the Russian language. Soon after a similar series was begun
by Linetzki, who added a column of anecdotes to those of a more serious
nature. In the nineties, when there was again a lull in the publication
of the annuals and magazines, the almanac was revived, but in a still
more improved form than before. In fact, it now differs little from the
annuals, for the calendar is the minor part in it, while the literary
division is worked out with great care. The first of this new kind was
edited by J. Bernas under the name of _The Jewish Commercial Calendar_
for the years 1891-1896. Among the contributors to the literary
department we find the familiar names of Perez, Dienesohn, Goldfaden,
Frischmann. Since 1893 Spektor has been issuing an annual almanac, _The
Warsaw Jewish Family Calendar_, which is constructed after the manner of
Bernas's publication. Another similar series is that issued by Eppelberg
of Warsaw. The most perfect of the almanacs is the one which was started
in 1894 by G. Bader in Lemberg under the name of the _Jewish Popular
Calendar_, of which not less than two-thirds is occupied by literature.
As contributing editors are mentioned Abramowitsch, Frug, Perez, J. M.
Rabinowitsch, and a few others who have not appeared before in
Judeo-German literature. These almanacs are calculated to do a great
deal of good among the masses, as they are circulated in much larger
editions than any other books, and as they generally escape destruction
at least for the period of one year, whereas the people have not learned
to preserve printed works longer than during the time they are perusing
them. The rapidity with which books disappear from the market and from
the possession of private individuals is something astounding. Of books
printed in the sixties one need hardly hope to be able to find more than
one in ten asked for, while even those that have been printed
comparatively late, in the eighties, have frequently become a rarity.
This is partly due to their being sold in uncut, unstitched sheets which
easily fall to pieces. But much more often it is the result of
indifference to the printed word which, to a certain extent, is also
shared by the corresponding classes of their Gentile countrymen. The
works that have been published in the last twenty years stand a better
chance of being preserved, as they are well stitched and not seldom even
bound. They are also printed on much better paper than the majority of
books of the older time.

What few Judeo-German books were issued in Russia before the sixties
were printed mostly in the printing offices of Wilna and Warsaw. Up to
the forties, the books that proceeded from the first place bear the
names of the printers Manes and Simel, after which begins the activity
of the firm Romm, which is still in existence; but Romm is not the only
firm there now as it has been for nearly fifty years. In Warsaw we find
in the beginning of our century the office of Levinsohn; in the forties
many works were also printed at Orgelbrand's. In the sixties and the
seventies, most of the better works were published in the South. The
firms of Nitsche, and Beilinsohn in Odessa and of Schadow, and Bakst in
Zhitomir printed nearly all the Judeo-German books of the Southern group
of writers. The books of the Odessa firms are particularly well printed,
and put together in an attractive form. In the last twenty years
Berdichev, Kiev, Wilna, Warsaw, have been the leading cities to print
such books, while Lublin in Poland, and Lemberg in Galicia, have
brought out a mass of religious and legendary literature. The Lemberg
chapbooks can hardly be equalled for the miserable way in which they are
gotten up and printed.

Anciently Jewish bookstores could be found only in the largest cities.
In the towns and villages the books were disseminated by the itinerant
bookseller who carried with him a variety of things which did not have
anything in common with the book trade, such as candlesticks,
show-threads, prayer shawls, and other things necessary in the
observance of the Mosaic Law. Even now this wandering bookseller has not
gone out of existence. All the stories of Abramowitsch are told in the
person of Mendele Mōcher Sforim, _i.e._ Mendel the Bookseller, of whose
part played in the distribution of literature and as a newsmonger many
interesting details will be found in his works. It is interesting to
note that a few years ago several Russians who had undertaken to spread
good books among the people resorted to the same means that for a
hundred years, if not longer, had been in vogue among the Jews. The
books were hawked about in a wagon from village to village, and to
attract the peasants, many other useful things were sold by these
itinerant bookstores.

Since the dispersion of the Russian Jews in Europe and America, there
has arisen in the diaspora a large number of periodical publications
which serve as the medium for the dissemination of all kinds of
knowledge. In England there were issued in the eighties the weeklies
_The Future_ and _The Polish Jew_, and in the nineties a monthly _The
Free World_. Some good essays on sociological questions, mostly of a
socialistic nature, were issued by the 'Socialistic Library' and 'The
People's Library' in London. In Paris there has appeared since 1896 a
weekly, _The Hatikwoh_, under the editorship of Bernas, the former
compiler of a calendar. In that city Zuckermann is publishing also a
'Library of Novels,' in which one may find translations of many of the
popular French works. Roumania has had a gazette, the _Hajōez_, ever
since the seventies, which has published a number of novels in book
form. The most of these are translations; the few original ones that
have appeared in that collection are of little value. A few other papers
may be found in Jassy and other places. In 1896 H. L. Gottlieb started a
monthly in M.-Sziget in Hungary, but it lived only two months. Most of
the articles in prose and poetry are by the editor himself, whose style
resembles that of Linetzki and Goldfaden. There have also been published
a dozen books, mostly farces or parodies, in Judeo-German, but with
German letters. Nearly all of these appeared in Austria and Hungary.
They add nothing to the store of the Judeo-German literature.




CHRESTOMATHY

As the main intention of the present Chrestomathy is to give a
conception of the literary value of Judeo-German literature, and not of
its linguistic development, the texts have all been normalized to the
Lithuanian variety of speech. The translations make no pretence to
literary form: they are as literal as is consistent with the spirit of
the English language; only in the case of Abramowitsch's writings it was
necessary frequently to depart considerably from the text, in order to
give an adequate idea of the original meaning which, in the
Judeo-German, on account of the allusions, is not always clear to the
reader. The choice of the extracts has been such as to illustrate the
various styles, and only incidentally to reproduce the story; hence
their fragmentariness. Should the present work rouse any interest in the
humble literature of the Russian Jews, the author will undertake a more
complete Chrestomathy which will do justice to the linguistic
requirements as well.

I. SSEEFER KOHELES

(Chap. I. 1-11)

1. Dās senen die Wörter Koheles, Dāwids Suhn, Melech in Jeruscholaim.

2. Hawel Hawolim, flegt Koheles zu sāgen, Hawel Hawolim, All'sding is
Howel.

3. Wās kummt dem Menschen draus mit all' sein Horewanie, wās er
derhorewet sich nor unter der Sunn'.

4. Ēin Dor gēht varbei un' ein anderer Dor kummt wieder auf, nor die
Erd' bleibt asō ēbig stēhn.

5. Gēht wieder auf die Sunn', vargēht wieder die Sunn', all's wieder in
ihr Ruh' arein, sie scheint, sie schnappt nor ahin.

6. Er gēht kein Dorem un' drēht sich aus kein Zoffen, arum un' arum
drēht sich aus der Wind, un' asō kummt āber a Māl araus der ēigener
Wind.

7. Alle Teichen gēhn in Jam arein un' der Jam gēht noch all's nischt
über; wuhin die Teichen gēhn, varstēh', dorten araus gēhn see take
wieder zurück.

8. Alle Sachen mutschen sich, nor es känn kēin Mensch gār nischt all's
ausreden, kēin Äug känn sich drān nit satt ānkucken, kēin Ōher känn sich
nit genug vull ānhören.

9. Wās a Māl is gewesen, dās Ēigene wet take wieder a Māl sein, un' wās
es flegt sich zu thun, dās wet sich wieder alle Māl thun: es is' gār
all's kēin Neues nischt unter der Sunn'.

10. Oftmāls wet sich a Sach mit geben, wās me sāgt: "Owa, o dās is'
schōn jā spogel neu, es is lō hojo!" Es is' schōn a Māl asō äuch gewe'n,
far Zeiten, as mir senen noch efscher auf der Welt nischt gewe'n.




I. ECCLESIASTES

(Chap. I. 1-11)


1. The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.

2. Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is
vanity.

3. What profit has a man of all his labour which he taketh under the
sun?

4. One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the
earth abideth forever.

5. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his
place where he arose.

       *       *       *       *       *

6. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it
whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to
his circuits.

7. All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the
place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.

8. All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it; the eye is not
satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

       *       *       *       *       *

9. The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which
is done is that which shall be done; and there is no new thing under the
sun.

       *       *       *       *       *

10. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath
been already of old time, which was before us.

11. Es gedenkt sich schōn azund nischt in dem, wās a Māl früher is
gewe'n, āber in die spätere Sachen, wās wöllen sich erst thun, wet män
noch später äuch in see vargessen.

M. M. LEFIN.




II. DIE MALPE

('Mescholim,' etc., p. 106)


    "Weis' mir chotsch ēine zwischen die Chajes,
    "Ich soll nischt nāchmachen ihre Hawajes!"
    Asō thut sich a Malpele berühmen
    Var a Fuchs, wās is' zu ihr gekümmen.
    Dās Füchsel entwert teekef zurück:
    "Sāg' nor du, parschiwe Marschelik!
    "Wemen wet āber dās einfallen a ganz Jāhr,
    "Er soll wöllen dir nāchmachen auf a Hāar?"

           *       *       *       *       *

    Dās Moschel mäg, chleben, ohn' a Nimschel bleiben,
    Itlicher wēisst es allēin, wemen zuzuschreiben.
             S. ETTINGER.




III. DAIGES NĀCH DEM TŌDT

('Mescholim,' etc., p. 225)


    Der karger Chaim liegt begrāben oto dā!
    Kēin Āremen flegt er zu geben a Dreier;
    Er hāt noch Daiges bis der itztiger Scho,
    Wās sein Mazeewe hāt gekost' ihm teuer.
            S. ETTINGER.




IV. DER ELENDER SUCHT DIE RUHE

('Makel Noam,' Vol. I. pp. 71-75)


    Sāg' mir, ich bett' dich, du Wind,
    Du schwebst dich auf der ganzer Welt,
    Wēisst nischt, wu der Elender sich gefindt
    Zu ruhen ein Gezelt,

11. There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any
remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.

KING JAMES BIBLE.


II. THE MONKEY

"Show me but one among all the animals whose grimaces I cannot imitate!"
Thus a little monkey boasted to a fox that came to visit him. The fox
bluntly replied to him: "Tell me, you nasty marshelik! To whom would it
ever occur in a year to want to imitate you a whit?"

       *       *       *       *       *

The parable, I am sure, may remain without a moral, for each one knows
himself to whom to ascribe it.


III. WORRY AFTER DEATH

Stingy Chaim lies buried in this place! He never gave a penny to a poor
man; he is worried even at the present hour because his tombstone has
cost him so much.


IV. THE FORLORN MAN LOOKING FOR REST

Tell me, I pray you, O Wind, you who hover over the whole world, do you
not know where the forlorn man may find a tent in which to rest,--where
injustice has ceased, where there is never a complaint, where no

    Wu Reziches hāt aufgehört,
    Me hāt kēinmal nischt geklāgt,
    Wu kēin Äug' hāt nischt getrährt,
    Der Gerechter werd nischt geplāgt?
    Der Wind schweigt un' bleibt still stēhn,
    Süfzt un' entwert: "Nēin, nēin!"

    Sāg' mir, du tiefes, du grōsses Meer,
    Du stromst asō weit
    Bei deine Inslen hin un' her,
    Wēisst nischt ergez in a Seit',
    Wu der Frummer gefindt a Trōst,
    Zu ruhen a sicher Ort?
    Wēisst nischt, wie die Stādt hēisst?
    Sāg' dās gute Wort!
    Der Jam stromt un' brummt: "Nēin!
    "Ich hāb' sō ein Ort nischt gesehn."

    Du schoene Lewone mit dein Pracht,
    Du kuckst doch überall
    Wenn es is' still bei der Nacht,
    Verdeckt mit der schwarzer Schal.
    Du gehst doch aus die ganze Welt
    Tomid durch die Nacht',--
    Wēisst nischt ergez ein Gezelt,
    Wu dem Guten is' nischt schlecht?
    Me seht sie in a Wolken bald vergēhn,
    Süfzt un' entwert: "Nēin, nēin!"

    Sāg' že du mir, mein Seele, fort,
    Liebe un' Hoffnung derneben,
    Wu die Sunn' gēht auf jeden Ort,
    Wu gefindt män a ruhig Leben,
    Wu kēin Schlechts is' nischt derbei,
    Me lebt nor in Frēuden,

eye has ever been in tears, and the just man is not vexed?--The Wind
remains mute and arrests its course, sighs and answers: "No, no!"

       *       *       *       *       *

Tell me, you deep, you large Sea, you flow so far around your islands
here and there,--know you not somewhere in some corner, where the godly
man may find his consolation and a safe place of rest? Know you not the
name of that city? Tell the good word!--The Ocean flows onward and
murmurs: "No! I have not seen such a place."

       *       *       *       *       *

You beautiful Moon, in your glory! You look everywhere when all is still
at night and covered with a black shroud. You pass over the whole world
ever through the nights,--know you not somewhere a tent, where the good
have no sorrow?--You may see the Moon disappear behind a cloud, and sigh
and answer: "No, no!"

       *       *       *       *       *

Tell me, then, my Soul, and Love and Hope also,--wherever the Sun passes
is there not to be found a quiet life, where no evil goes with it, where
one may live but in joy, where one may be free of sins and sorrows, of
troubles and of sufferings?--They all give the one answer: "They live
quietly up there in heaven!"

    Vun Sünd' un' Sorgen is' män frei,
    Vun Zores un' vun Lēiden?
    See geben Alle ēin Antwort:
    "Ruhig lebt män in Himmel dort!"
       B. W. EHRENKRANZ-ZBARZER.




V. DIWREE CHOCHMO

('Saeefer Musser Haskel,' pp. 22, 23)


    Der Mensch darf sein gut, un' klug, un' frumm. Gut
    allēin känn a Scharlatan äuch sein; klug allēin känn
    an Apikōres äuch sein; un' frumm allēin känn a Narr
    äuch sein.

    Die grösste Reichkeit is' as män is' gesund; dās
    grösste Vergenügen is' as män hāt a ruhig Harz; dās
    grösste Glück is' as män is' frumm, wie män darf zu
    sein.

    A grōsser Mensch is' wie a Feuer: sein mit ihm vun
    weiten, leucht' er un' waremt; vun nāhnten, brennt er.

           *       *       *       *       *

    Der Narr bei an Unglück beschuldigt dem Anderen;
    der Frummer beschuldigt sich allēin; der Kluger Kēinem
    nit.

    Vun zu viel Ahawo känn män äuch viel leiden, wie
    vun zu viel Ssino: Jōssef hat zwēi Māl gelitten, bēide
    Māl vun zu viel Ahawo, ēin Māl vun Vāter's, dās andere
    Māl vun Potifar's Weib.

    Nit alle Māl känn män gläuben Trähren: Jōssef's
    Brüder hāben äuch gewēint, beschas see hāben gebracht
    Jainkefn dās varblutigte Hemdel.
         E. Z. ZWEIFEL.




VI. DIE STIEFMUTTER

('Jüdische Lieder,' pp. 40-43)


    Auf'n Bess-hakwores, unter a Mazeewe,
    Hört sich bitter a Kol vun a Nekeewe;


V. WORDS OF WISDOM

Man must be good, and wise, and pious. Even a charlatan can be good
alone; an apostate can be wise alone; a fool can be pious alone.

       *       *       *       *       *

The greatest riches is to be well; the greatest pleasure is to have a
peaceful heart; the greatest happiness is to be pious as one ought to
be.

       *       *       *       *       *

A great man is like fire: approach it from a distance, and it shines and
warms you; come close to it, and it burns you.

The fool, in misfortune, accuses another of it; the pious man accuses
himself; the wise man no one.

       *       *       *       *       *

One may suffer from too much love even as from too much hatred: Joseph
had suffered twice, both times from too much love, once from his
father's love, a second time from that of Potiphar's wife.

You cannot always believe tears: even Joseph's brothers wept as they
brought to Jacob the bloodstained shirt.


VI. THE STEPMOTHER

In the cemetery, under a tombstone the bitter words of a woman are
heard; it is a mother that cries: "Oh,

    Dās schreit a Mutter: "Oi wēh mir, oi wünd!
    Wās thut a Stiefmutter mein teueren Kind?

    "Mein ganzes Leben, wās ich hāb' verbracht,
    Is' dās nor gewe'n a finstere Nacht;
    Mein Kind is' mir gewe'n mein Licht, mein Schein,--
    Itzt leidet es nebech grōss Zores un' Pein.

    "Mit Blut vun Harzen hāb' ich ihm erzōgen,
    'Ch hāb' ihm gewaschen mit Trähren vun meine Äugen;--
    Itzt zappt män sein Blut, män brecht seine Bēiner;
    Er schreit, er wēint,--es helft ihm nit Kēiner.

    "Es stēhen Menschen vun arum un' arum;
    Wās schweigt ihr Alle? Zu seid ihr stumm?
    Wenn euer Harz is' vun Eisen un' Stēin,
    Vun Kind's hēisse Trähren darf es zugēhn.

    "Ot seht! Die Stiefmutter schlāgt ihm in Kopp,
    Sie drapet sein Ponim,--Blut rinnt arāb;
    Sie schlāgt ihm, warft ihm auf die Erd' anieder;
    Sie beisst ihm, reisst ihm, brecht seine Glieder.

    "Er schreit:--O Mutter, O Mutter, helf' mir!
    Wenn kännst nit helfen, to nemm mich zu dir!--
    Stēht auf, alle Tōte, stēht auf geschwind!
    Stēht auf, alle Tōte, ratewet mein Kind!

    "Alle Tōte liegen ruhig in sejer Ruh';
    Zu Gott's Kisse-kowed flieh' ich bald zu.
    Vun Gott's Kisse-kowed well ich nit ābtreten,
    Bis Er wet derhören mein Schreien, mein Beten."

           *       *       *       *       *

    "Ribōne-schel-ōlem, wu senen Deine Rachmones?
    Der Vāter bist Du vun Jessōmim un' Almones,
    Wie kännst Du sehen, wie die Marschas
    Giesst aus auf mein Jossem ihr giftigen Kas?

woe to me! What does the stepmother do to my beloved child?

"My whole life that I have passed was nothing but a dark night; my child
had been my light, my lustre,--and now he suffers both sorrow and pain.

       *       *       *       *       *

"With the blood of my heart I have reared him, I have washed him with
the tears of my eyes;--now they tap his blood, they break his bones; he
weeps, he cries,--but no one helps him.

       *       *       *       *       *

"People stand all round about; why are you silent? Are you dumb? Even if
your heart is of iron and stone, it ought to melt from the child's hot
tears.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Now look! The stepmother strikes him upon his head, she scratches his
face,--blood trickles down; she beats him, throws him down on the
ground; she bites him, tears him, breaks his limbs.

"He cries:--O mother, O mother, help me! If you cannot help me take me
to you!--Arise, all you dead, arise quickly! Arise, all you dead, and
save my child!

       *       *       *       *       *

"All the dead lie quietly in their rest; to God's own throne I shall
soon fly. From God's own throne I shall not depart, ere He will hear my
cries, my entreaty."

       *       *       *       *       *

"Lord of the World, where are Your mercies? You are the father of
orphans and widows,--how can You look at the evil woman pouring forth
her venomous anger upon my orphan?

    "Meine junge Jāhren hāst Du mir ābgeschnitten,
    Bist Du mechujew mein Jossem zu hüten;
    Vun dein Welt hāb' ich nit geha't Vergenügen,
    To lās mich chotsch ruhig in Keewer einliegen!

    "Wie känn ich in Keewer einliegen beruht,
    Wenn 's rinnt mir arein mein Jossem's Blut?
    Wie känn ich zum Grub zurück sich umkehren,
    Wenn mein Grub is' vull mit mein Jossem's Trähren?"

           *       *       *       *       *

    "Nu, schweig schōn, mein Kind, sei ruhig mein Neschome!
    Ich hāb' schōn gehört vun Gott a Nechome:
    Gott sāgt, 's wet sein zu deine Zores an End',
    Er wet ausloesen dich vun der Stiefmutter's Händ'.

    "Die Reschas, die Stiefmutter wet Gott bestrāfen,
    Un' du, mein Kind, schweig! Zu Gott sollst nor hoffen!
    Far alle deine Zores, far alle deine Lēid,
    Wet Gott dir bezāhlen mit Nechomes un' Frēud'.

    "Nu, schweig schōn, mein Kind, wisch' āb deine Trähren!
    Du sollst mich nit mehr vun mein Ruh' stören!
    Gott wet erfüllen sein hēiliges Wort;
    Nu känn ich schōn liegen ruhig in mein Ort."
           M. GORDON.




VII. DIE MUME SOSJE

('Die Jüdene,' pp. 65-67)


VIERTE SCENE

(_Chanzi-Ginendel kummt arein; Sosje un' Silberseid hēben sich auf vun
die Pläze._)

SOSJE. Awade, awade! Seht ihr? O dās is' mein Schwesterl!

SILBERSEID. (_Nemmt bei ihr die Hand un' nēigt sich hoeflich._) Es freut
mich Ihre Kanntschaft.

"You have cut off my young years, You ought at least to watch over my
child; I have not enjoyed much pleasure in Your world,--at least let me
lie in peace in my grave!

"How can I lie in peace in my grave, when my orphan's blood flows into
it? How can I return to my grave, when my grave is full of the tears of
my orphaned child?"

       *       *       *       *       *

"Now, be silent, my child, be quiet, my own soul! I have had good news
from the Lord! God says there will be an end to your troubles, He will
save you from your stepmother's hands.

       *       *       *       *       *

"God will punish the evil woman, and you, my child, be quiet and hope in
God! For all your sorrows, for all your suffering, God will pay you with
pleasures and joys.

"Now, be silent, my child, wipe off your tears! You must not disturb me
in my rest! God will fulfil His holy word; and now I may lie quietly in
my place!"


VII. AUNT SOSIE

FOURTH SCENE

(_Chanzi-Ginendel enters; Sosie and Silberseid rise from their seats._)

SOSIE. Certainly, certainly! Do you see? Here is my sister!

SILBERSEID. (_Takes her hand and greets her politely._) I am glad to
make your acquaintance.

SOSJE. No, meine liebe Kinderlech! Sitzt euch dā a Bissele! Plaudert
euch a Bissel! Un' ich mus gēhn--ihr sent junge Leut', un' mir senen
schōn, chleben, ältere. Uns is' schōn der Kopp verschlāgen mit andere
Sachen. Män darf balebosten in Stub'. Sitzt euch dā! Ich kumm' bald.
(_Sie lāst sicht aweggēhn un' leben der Thür' thut sie a Ruf._)
Chanzi-Ginendenju, mein Leben! Auf ēin Minut! (_Chanzi-Ginendel gēht zu
zu-n ihr._)

SOSJE. (_Ihr in Ōher._) Vergess' nor nit, wu du bist in der Welt! Wēiss
nor mit ihm wie asō zu rēden,--der Iker, wās wēniger rēden! (_Sie gēht
araus un' kuckt sich unter durch der Thür'._)


FÜNFTE SCENE

(_Silberseid un' Chanzi-Ginendel nehmen Stuhlen un' setzen sich Ēins
leben's Andere._)

SILBERSEID. (_Auf der Seit._) Ich wēiss? Soll mich asō wissen Boes', wie
ich wēiss, vun wās-er a Sprache mit ihr ānzuhēben rēden! Ta, lā-mir
prüwen! (_Zu Chanzi-Ginendeln, hōch._) Et comment vous portez-vous,
mademoiselle?

CHANZI-GINENDEL. (_Thut a Schmēichel._) Hm! Hm! Ihr frägt, zi bin ich
noch a Mamzell! Jā! Gläubt mir, me hāt mir schōn übergeredt Schiduchim
ohn' an Eck. Die Schadchonim schlāgen āb die Thüren bei mein Schwester.
Ēiner hāt mich gewollt nehmen, asō wie ich stēh' un' gēh'. Er hāt mich
gewollt beklēiden vun Kopp bis Fuss, wāren er allēin is' sēhr reich, un'
bei mir will er nit ēin Pitak; abi die Schwester soll nor araussāgen
'Jā.' Nor ich hāb' sich betracht, wās hāb' ich sich dā zu eilen, zi ich
bin dā schōn asa-n-alte Māid? Erst heuntigen Summer is' mir gewor'en
fufzehn Jāhr. (_Sie tracht._) Sieben un' neun un' neun is fufzehn.

SOSIE. Well, my dear children! Sit here a little while! Talk to each
other! I must go away! You are young people, but we have grown to be
old. Our head is filled with worries of all kind. I must look after the
household. Sit down! I shall be back after a while. (_She starts away,
but calls back from the door._) Darling Chanzi-Ginendel, my dear! Just
for a minute! (_Chanzi-Ginendel goes to her._)

SOSIE. (_In a whisper._) Do not lose your head and do not forget where
you are in the world. Be sure you say the right thing to him,--above
all, don't talk too much. (_She goes out, but peeps in through the
door._)


FIFTH SCENE

(_Silberseid and Chanzi-Ginendel take their chairs and seat themselves
near each other._)

SILBERSEID. (_Aside._) I declare! May I know of something evil if ever I
know in what language to begin to speak to her! Well, let us try. (_To
Chanzi-Ginendel, loud._) Et comment vous portez-vous, mademoiselle?

       *       *       *       *       *

CHANZI-GINENDEL. (_Smiling._) Hm! Hm! You want to know if I am still a
Miss! Yes, believe me, they have been making matches for me without end.
The go-betweens have been tearing down the doors of my sister's house.
There was one who wanted to take me just as I am. He wanted to dress me
up from head to foot, for he is himself very rich, and he does not ask
for a nickel of mine; he is only waiting for my sister to give her
consent. But I have thought over the matter; I thought there was no
hurry yet, that I was not yet an old maid. I am fifteen years this
summer. (_She thinks._) Seven and nine and nine is fifteen.

SILBERSEID. (_Die ganze Zeit verwundert, bei der Seit._) No, no! A gut
Min Franzoesisch! Lā-mir prüwen weiter! (_Hōch._) Haben Sie nicht ein
Bändchen Saphir?

CHANZI-GINENDEL. Wās täug' euch a safirn Bändele? Awade auf a
Halstüchel! Wēiss ich, heunt is' der Kolir schōn araus vun der Mode.
Heunt trāgt män Havana oder Bismarck. Ich hāb' erst nit lang a
Jungermann geschenkt asōns! Willt ihr? Känn ich euch schenken.

A. GOLDFADEN.




VIII. SEMER LE-SSIMCHAS TŌRE

('Ssichas Chulin,' pp. 30-34)

           1

    Lechajim, Brüder, lechajim, lechajim!
    Heunt senen mir die Tōre messajim,
    Heunt hēben mir sie ān noch a Māl wieder;--
    Drum lechajim ulescholem, liebe Brüder!
    Seid froehlich un' dankt dem Gott dem lieben
    Far die hēilige Tōre, auf Parmet geschrieben!


           2

    Die hēilige Tōre, geschrieben auf Parmet,
    Is' doch unser Trōst in unser Armut!
    All's auf der Welt hāben mir verloren:
    Der Bees-hamikdesch is' chorew gewor'en,
    Chorew dās Land, wu mir senen gesessen,
    Afile unser Loschen hāben mir vergessen;
    Nit dā unser Meluche, nit dā unser Kehune,
    Nor uns is' geblieben unser Emune.
    Gott in Harzen, die Tōre in der Hand,
    Senen mir gegangen vun Land zu Land,
    Viel Zores gelitten, doch leben geblieben,
    Durch die hēilige Tōre, auf Parmet geschrieben.

SILBERSEID. (_Wondering all the time, aside._) Well, well! That's a fine
kind of French! Let us try again! (_Loud._) Haben Sie nicht ein Bändchen
Saphir?

       *       *       *       *       *

CHANZI-GINENDEL. What do you want with a sapphire ribbon? Oh, I suppose
for a tie! I declare, that color has now gone out of fashion. Now they
wear Havana or Bismarck. I just lately gave a young man such a ribbon.
If you want, I will give you one.


VIII. SONG OF THE REJOICING OF THE LAW

1

Your health, brethren, your health! Your health! To-day we finish the
Law, to-day we begin to read it anew; hence, may you prosper in peace,
dear brethren! Be merry and thank the kind Lord for the holy Law written
upon parchment!


           2

The holy Law written upon parchment has been our consolation in our
poverty! All in the world we have lost: the Temple has been laid in
ruins, in ruins the land which we have inhabited; even our tongue we
have forgotten,--we have lost our kingdom and our priesthood, only our
faith is left to us. God in our hearts, the Law in our hands, we went
from land to land, suffered many tribulations, yet have lived through it
all by means of the Law written upon parchment.

           3

    Kummt, liebe Brüder, kummt aher gicher!
    Kummt, lā' mir öffenen die historische Bücher!
    Wās derzaehlt die Geschichte? Wās schreiben die Chronikes?
    Nor Raübergeschichten, Maisses vun Rasbojnikes!
    Unser Geschichte, asō grōss wie die Erd',
    Is' nit mit a Feder, nor mit a Schwert,
    Nit mit Tint' geschrieben, nor mit Blut un' Trähren,
    Nit in Leipzig gedruckt, nor in Goles dem schweren,
    Nit in Goldschnitt gebunden, nor in Kētten un' Eisen.
    Lās mir chotsch Einer kummen un' weisen,
    Wu hāt men uns nit verfolgt un' vertrieben
    Far die hēilige Tōre, auf Parmet geschrieben?


           4

    Noch gār in Ānhēb, var ganz langer Zeit,
    As mir senen gewesen noch Stücklech Leut,
    Wie Balebatim in der Hēim nor gesessen
    Un' in fremde Haüser kēin Täg' nit gegessen,
    Densmāl noch, ach! soll dās nit treffen Kēinem
    Wās mir hāben ausgelitten vun unsere Schcheenim!
    Wer red't schōn dernāch, wēh unsere Jāhren!
    As die Schcheenim seinen Balebatim gewor'en....
    Un' mir hāben gemust nit geren, beōnes,
    Areinziehen wōhnen bei see in Schcheenes
    Wie hāben mir gelebt, wie senen mir gelegen?
    Ach, ihr wollt't schōn besser gār nit frägen!
    Wie Köpplech Kraut, wie a Haufen Rüben,
    Mit der hēiliger Tōre, auf Parmet geschrieben.

           5

    Zwēitausend Jāhr, a Klēinigkeit zu sāgen!
    Zwēitausend Jāhr gemattert, geschlāgen!

           3

Come, dear brethren, come quickly! Come, let us open the historical
books! What does history tell? What do the chronicles write? Nothing but
tales of robbers, stories of highwaymen! Our history, as large as earth,
has been written, not with a pen, but with a sword; not with ink, but
with blood and tears; has been printed, not in Leipsic, but in heavy
exile; is bound, not in gold carving, but in chains and iron. Let a man
come and show me where they have not persecuted us and expelled us for
the holy Law written upon parchment!

           4

In the very beginning, a long time ago, when we still were of some
importance, when we were sitting at home and did not lodge in strangers'
homes--alas, may that not befall any one, what we have suffered from our
neighbors! Not to mention later--woe unto our years!--when our neighbors
became our masters.... And we were compelled against our will to take
lodgings in their homes. How did we live, how did we rest? Oh, you had
better not ask at all! Like cabbage heads, like turnip heaps, with our
holy Law written upon parchment.

           5

Two thousand years, no small matter that! Two thousand years of torture
and vexation! Seventy-seven

    Sieben un' siebezig finstere Dōres
    Gestoppt mit Zores, gefüllt mit Gseeres!
    As ich wollt' nehmen derzaehlen jede Gseere,
    Wollt' heunt nit gewe'n Ssimchas-Tōre;
    Nor dās darf ich gār nit, es is' sēhr gut
    Bei Jedem eingeschrieben in sein March, in sein Blut.
    Mir hāben All's ausgehalten, All's aweggegeben,
    Unser Geld, unser Kowed, unser Gesund, un' Leben,
    Wie a Māl Chane ihre Kinder, die sieben,--
    Far die hēilige Tōre, auf Parmet geschrieben.

           6

    Un' itzt? Is' schōn besser? Lāst män uns zufrieden?
    Hāt män schōn a Māl derkennt, as mir Jüden
    Senen äuch Menschen asō wie die Andern?
    Wellen mir nit mehr in der Welt arumwandern?
    Wet män sich auf uns mehr nit beklāgen?
    Dās wēiss ich nit, dās känn ich euch nit sāgen.
    Ēins wēiss ich, es lebt noch der alter Gott ōben,
    Die alte Tōre unten un' der alter Gläuben;
    Drum sorgt nit un' hofft auf Gott dem lieben
    Un' auf die hēilige Tōre, auf Parmet geschrieben!

           7

    Lechajim, Brüder, lechajim, lechajim!
    Heunt senen mir die Tōre messajim,
    Heunt hēben mir sie ān noch a Māl wieder:--
    Drum lechajim, lescholem, liebe Brüder!
    Sorgt nit un' hofft auf Gott dem lieben
    Un' auf die hēeilige Tōre, auf Parmet geschrieben!
         J. L. GORDON.




IX. DIE KLATSCHE

('Die Klatsche,' Odessa, 1889, pp. 17-20)


     Auf dem Feld, seh' ich, füttern sich panske Zapes, Ēslen, ganze
     Tabunes Ferd, wās hāben a Jiches-brief,

gloomy generations surfeited with sorrows, filled with misfortunes! Were
I to begin to tell all the persecutions, we should not have the
Rejoicing of the Law to-day; but I need not do that, it is too well
written in each man's marrow, in his blood. We have suffered all, given
away all, our money, our honor, our health, our lives, as Hannah once
her seven children,--for the holy Law written upon parchment.

           6

And now? Is it better? Do they leave us in peace? Have they come to
recognize that we Jews are also men like all others? Shall we no longer
wander about in the world? Will they no longer complain of us? That I do
not know, that I cannot tell you. Thus much I know, there still lives
the old God above, the old Law below, and the old faith; therefore do
not worry, and hope in the kind Lord and in the holy Law written upon
parchment!

           7

Your health, brethren, your health! To-day we finish the Law, to-day we
begin to read it anew; hence, may you prosper in peace, dear brethren!
Do not worry, and hope in the kind Lord and in the Law written upon
parchment!


IX. THE DOBBIN

In the field I see feeding noble goats, asses, whole herds of horses who
have genealogies that prove their

     as see stammen araus vun ēdle Eltern. Ēinems Seede is' an
     englischer Oger, wās hāt varzeitens, durchfāhrendig durch dem Land
     Kenoan, Chassene geha't mit an arabischer Schkape. Dem Anderens
     Babe wachst vun a berühmter Mischpoche, wās hāt in Leben genug
     Pulwer geschmeckt, un' Jenems Älter-bābe hāt genossen a gute
     Erziehung, a Edukazje, ergez in a berühmten Sawod, is' gewesen a
     Melumedes un' hāt in ihr Zeit gegeben Konzert in Tanzen un'
     Springen in-ēinem mit noch assach gebildete, gelernte Ferd. Denn
     ihr musst wissen, as bei Ferd spielt Jiches a grōsse Rolje, bei see
     kuckt män stark auf ēdel Blut, un' die wās fun a guten Sawod
     hēissen ēdel oder wōhlgeborene. Die dāsige ēdele Ferd hāben sich
     gefüttert frank un' frei, senen äuch gegangen in Schāden, kalje
     gemacht die Twues, welche āreme Pauern hāben gesaet mit Schwēiss
     nebech, un' män hāt sich nischt wissendig gemacht, see nischt
     gesāgt kein umtarbisch Wort. Die Ferd hāben gesprungen, gehirset,
     gedriget mit die Füss'. Sejer Kōach, sejer Starkkeit, un' sejer
     Wildkeit is' gewe'n "schelo kederech hatewa"! Plutzlim hör' ich vun
     der weitens a schrecklich Geschrēi, a Rasch vun Menschen un' a
     Billen vun Hünd'. Ich hāb' tchilas gemēint, dās hāben die Pauern
     sich zunaufgenummen un' läufen mit a Geschrēi, arauszutreiben die
     panske Zapes, die Ferd vun sejere Twues; nor āber nein. Die Kōles
     hāben sich alls derweitert un' sich vartrāgen gār in ein ander
     Seit'. Ich bin gewe'n zikawe un' gegangen nāch dem Kol, gegangen
     bis ich bin gekummen zu a ganz grōssen Platz varwachsen mit Grās.
     Dort hāt var meine Äugen sich vürgestellt a schreckliche Scene.
     Jünglech, Kundeessim, hāben vun alle Seiten sich gejāgt nāch a
     darer, a māgerer Klatsche, geworfen Stēiner un' āngerēizt auf ihr a
     ganze Tschate

descent from aristocratic parents. The grandfather of one had been an
English steed who once, during a journey through the country of Canaan,
had been married to an Arabian mare. Again, the grandmother of another
was descended from a famous family, and had smelled much powder in her
lifetime, while the great-grandmother of still another had been well
educated in some famous stud, and had, in her time, given performances
in dancing and jumping in company with many other educated, well-trained
horses. For you must know that with horses breed is of great importance;
much attention is paid to noble blood, and those who come from a good
stud are called noble or well born. These noble horses were grazing at
their will; now and then they did some damage by ruining the standing
grain which poor peasants had sown in the sweat of their brows, and no
one noticed that, or said a harsh word to them. The horses jumped about,
neighed, kicked. Their strength, their power, and their wildness were
out of the common. Suddenly I heard from afar a terrible noise, a
hollowing of men and barking of dogs. At first, I thought that the
peasants had come together and were starting on a run with a noise, in
order to drive out the noble goats and the horses from their corn; but
no!... The voice grew more distant, and could be heard from an entirely
different direction. I became curious, and followed the noise until I
came to a very large place overgrown with grass. There a frightful scene
presented itself to my eyes. Street urchins were pursuing from all sides
a thin, lean dobbin; they threw stones at her, and urged on against her
a whole pack of dogs of all kinds. Some of these dogs were whining,
barking, gnashing their teeth; others again were biting her as best they
could. I could not stand there looking

     Hünd' vun allerlēi Minim. A Thēil Hünd' hāben gār geheult, gebillt,
     gekrizt die Zaehn', a Thēil āber hāben äuch take gebissen, wie nor
     see hāben gekännt. Ich hāb' nischt gekännt stēhn un' zusehn asa
     Majsse-ra vun der weitens. Ēinmāl is' doch glatt a Rachmones, dās
     Menschlichkeit derlāst nischt zuzusehn asa Achsorjes, un' zwēitens,
     awekgenummen schōn Rachmones, hāt doch die Schkape auf mir take a
     grōss Recht geha't, ich soll ihr helfen, machmas ich bin eingekäuft
     in der Chewre "Zar-bal-hachaim," wās ihr is' nischt niche, män soll
     peinigen, ānthon Leid lebedige Beschäffenisch, wārim see senen äuch
     Bossor-wedom, Flēisch un' Blut, un' hāben äuch dās Recht zu leben
     auf Gotts Welt wie mir. Ich will mich dā nischt areinlāsen in dem
     alten un' sēhr tiefen Schmues mikōach dem Menschen un' die
     Beheemes. Lās sich sein chotsche wie Jene sāgen, as ich, Mensch,
     bin der Tachles, der Zimmes, der Antik vun alle Beschäffenisch; nor
     zu lieb mir, Tachschit, zu lieb mein Bederfenisch un' mein
     Vergenügen leben see alle auf der Welt; lās sich sein chotsch, as
     ich, Tachschit, bin der Meelach, der Ōberharr über alle Beheemes,
     wās musen mir dienen, wās musen gēhn in Joch un' makriw sein far
     mir sejer Leben,--vun destwegen, dacht sich mir, wie bald afile a
     Klatsche, asa proste Podane, hāt auf mir eppes a Recht, mus ich
     al-pi Din, wenn nischt al-pi Menschlichkeit, akegen ihr jōze
     sein....

     "Kundeessim!" sāg' ich, zugēhendig zu die weisse Chewre, "Wās hā't
     ihr, ich bett' euch, zu der Schkape nebech?"

     A Thēil vun die Kundeessim hāben mich gārnischt gehört, andere
     hāben jä eppes wie gehört un' gelacht mit Ases. A Thēil Hünd' hāben
     mich eppes varwundert āngekuckt, etliche hāben gebillt vun der
     weitens,

quietly at such misdeeds. In the first place it is a question of
pity--humanity does not permit to look unmoved at such wrong-doing.
Secondly, leaving pity out, the mare had a great right to my protection,
for I am a member of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals, which is opposed to vexing and torturing any living being, for
they, too, are flesh and blood, and have the same right to live in God's
world that we have.... I shall not enter here into the old and profound
discussion in regard to man and beast. Let it be as they say that I,
man, am the highest aim, the perfection of all creation, that only for
me and for my wants and pleasures they all live upon this world. Let it
be that I, man, am the king, the supreme lord of all the animals who
must serve me, must walk under the yoke and sacrifice their lives for
me, nevertheless, it seems to me that even to that dobbin, who is my
lowest subject, I have certain duties, and I must, in accordance with
the law if not with humanity, do what is right by her....

       *       *       *       *       *

"Urchins!" I said, as I approached the crowd of wild boys, "what have
you, I pray, against that mare?"

       *       *       *       *       *

Some of the urchins paid no attention at all to me; others did hear me,
but they laughed at me with brazen faces. Some of the dogs looked at me
somewhat astonished; others barked at me from afar, while others

     noch etliche hāben ausgeschtschiret die Äugen, gekuckt schrecklich
     boes, senen gewe'n berēit ānzufallen auf mir vun hinten un'
     zureissen mich auf Stücker.

     "Kundeessim!" ruf' ich mich noch a Māl ān. "Wās jāgt ihr un'
     peinigt Gotts Beschäffenisch, die Klatsche nebech?"

     "A schoener Nebech!" hāben see mit Gespött geëntwert. "Far wās
     füttert sie sich dā? Far wās füttert sich die schoene Klatsche dā?"

     "Steutsch!" thu' ich a Sāg, "dā is' doch a Pasche, dā fütteren sich
     doch alle Stādt-beheemes vun ēbige Jāhren!"

     "Die Stādt-beheemes," hāben see geëntwert, "senen eppes andersch,
     see mögen un' sie tor nischt."

       *       *       *       *       *

     "Far wās nischt sie?" ruf' ich mich ān, "sie hāt denn nischt kēin
     Neschome wie alle Stādt-beheemes?"

     "Efscher take nischt!" hāben see a Sāg gethan.

     "Schkozim!" sāg' ich zu see, "āber sie hāt doch sicher a Balebos,
     wās zāhlt in der Stādt Zinsen un' alle andere Ābgāben. Sie is' doch
     äuch a Stādt-beheeme!"

     "Ot dās take wēissen mir nischt!" entwern see mir mit a Gespött.
     "Ōb sie is' äuch a Stādt-beheeme, dās is' erscht a Schaile!"

     "Es mäg sein, wie es will sich," hāb' ich gesāgt, "āber die
     Klatsche is' doch derweil hungerig, sie will doch nebech essen!"

     "Lās sie essen Werem, Kränk', Makes!" sāgen see zurück. "Wās hāt
     sie zu uns? Far wās soll a sölche auffressen un' zunehmen bei die
     Stādt-beheemes?"

       *       *       *       *       *

     "Gaslonim!" hāb' ich schōn mehr nischt gekönnt mich einhalten un' a
     Geschrēi gethān mit Kas. "Far

again opened their eyes wide open, scanned me in great anger, and were
ready to fall upon me from behind, and to tear me to pieces.

"Urchins!" I cried out again. "Why do you pursue and torture one of
God's creatures--the miserable dobbin?"

"Miserable indeed!" they cried out scoffingly. "Why does she graze here?
Why does that fine-looking mare graze here?"

"How is that?" I exclaimed, "is this not a pasture, and have not all the
animals of the town grazed here from time immemorial!"

"The animals of the town," they answered, "are an entirely different
matter; they may, but she may not."

"Why not she?" I called out, "has she not a soul like all the animals of
the town?"

"Maybe she has not!" they retorted.

"Urchins!" I said to them, "but she certainly has a master who pays all
the taxes of the town and other duties. She is a town animal like all
the others!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"That's exactly what we do not know!" they answered in scorn. "Whether
she is a town animal, that's the question!"

"Let it be as it may," I said, "but in the meanwhile the mare is hungry
and wants to eat!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"Let her eat worms, get sick and die!" they replied. "What does she want
of us? Why should such a creature eat up that which belongs to the town
animals?"

"Murderers!" I could no longer hold myself and cried out in anger. "Why
do you not pay any attention

     wās kuckt ihr nischt, wās dort gēhen arum panske Zapes, ganze
     Tabunes Ferd zwischen die Twues un' fressen auf ārem Blut, ārem
     Schwēiss nebech? Dā vargünnt ihr nischt a bidner Schkape a Haufen
     Grās un' es art euch klal nischt, as dort thuen Ferd ān a Jam
     Heskejes un' machen umglücklich viel Menschen. Dās nor allēin, wās
     see zutreten, wās see machen kalje glatt asō, wollt' genug gewe'n
     der Klatsche bis Kinds-kinds-kinds-kinder! Kundeessim, ihr hā't
     nischt kein Jōscher afile auf a Hāar, ihr sent Kēinem nischt getreu
     un' ihr hāt noch a Hose sich arauszustellen klomerscht far die
     Stādt-beheemes!"

     "He, he!" hāben die Kundeessim sich āngerufen, "er is' gār in Kas,
     er frägt gār eppes Kasches! Kummt Chewre! Wās täug' uns die Taines?
     Lās er sich schreien! Wer hört ihm? Kummt, Chewre, kummt!"

     Ēin Kundas hāt a Feif gethān un' bald hāben die weisse Chewre mit
     sejere Hünd' sich gelāst nāch der Klatsche un' auf ihr wieder
     āngefallen. A lange Zeit hāt män sie getrieben, gerissen un'
     gebissen, bis män hāt sie zum Ssof vartrieben in a tiefer Grub un'
     dort hāt sie sich eingegrisnet in Blote.

S. J. ABRAMOWITSCH.






X. TUNEJADEWKE

('Binjāmin ha-Schlischi,' pp. 6-9)


     Tunejadewke, dās klēine Städtel, is' a varworfen Winkel, ān der
     Seit' vun dem potschtowen Trakt, kimat ābgerissen vun der Welt asō,
     as wenn a Māl macht sich, Ēiner kummt ahin zufāhren, öffent män die
     Fenster, die Thüren, un' män kuckt varwundert ān dem frischen
     Parschōn; Schcheenim frägen Ēiner beim Andern, arauskuckendig vun
     die offene Fenster, assach mehr wie vier Kasches: Ha, wer soll es
     asōns sein?

to the noblemen's goats, the whole herds of horses who run around in the
grain and eat up the blood and the sweat of the poor? Here you begrudge
the poor dobbin a handful of hay, and do not at all care that there the
horses are doing no end of damage and making many people unhappy. That
alone which they trod under foot, which they simply destroy, would be
enough for the mare and her future generations! You, urchins, have no
sense of justice, not a hair's-breadth of it, you are not true to
anybody, and yet you take it upon yourself to take the part of the town
animals!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"Ho, ho!" the urchins exclaimed, "he is getting angry, and he asks
questions of us! Come, boys! What is the use of discussing? Let him cry!
Pay no attention to him! Come, boys, come!"

An urchin blew his whistle, and the rude company started with their dogs
to attack once more the dobbin. They drove her for a long time; she was
bitten and torn until at last she was driven into a deep ditch where she
sank down in the mud.


X. PARASITEVILLE

The small town of Parasiteville is a forgotten corner of the earth, to
one side of the highway, almost torn away from the world. When by
accident some one visits it, the windows and doors are opened and people
look in astonishment at the stranger; neighbors ask of each other, as
they look out of the open windows, more than the usual four questions: I
wonder who he may be? How did he all of a sudden get here? What may

     Vun wannen hāt er plutzlim vun der heller Haut aher sich genummen?
     Wās känn asölcher bedarfen? Eppes asō glatt känn es nit sein, glatt
     asō denn nemmt män un' män kummt? Mistome liegt doch dā eppes, wās
     män mus es dergēhn.... Derbei will Itlicher arausweisen sein
     Chochme, sein Genitschaft, un' Bauchswores fallen wie Mist. Alte
     Leut' derzaehlen Maisses un' brengen Mescholim vun Orchim, wās
     senen in dem un' dem Jāhr gekummen aher zufāhren, Balamzojes sāgen
     mikōach dem Wörtlich, a Bissel eppes nischt kein schoene;
     Mannsbill' halten sich bei die Bärdlich un' schmēichlen; alte
     Weiber siedlen āb die Balamzojes auf Katowes, mit a Boeser i mit a
     Lachen in ēinem; junge Weiblich derlangen vun die arābgelāsene
     Äugen a gebōgenem Kuck vun unten arauf, halten die Händ' auf'n Maul
     un' sticken sich lachendig in Kulak. Der Schmues mikōach dem
     dāsigen Injen kaukelt sich vun Stub' zu Stub' wie a Kaul vun Schnee
     un' werd kauklendig sich all's grösser, grösser, bis er kaukelt
     sich arein in Bessmedresch ssame unter'n Ōwen, in dem Ort, wās ahin
     varkauklen sich alle Schmuessen vun allerlēi Injonim, hen Sōdes vun
     Stubsachen, hen Politike mikōach Stambul, mikōach dem Tōger
     u-mikōach Kiren, hen Geldgeschäften mikōach Rothschild's Varmögen
     in Vargleich mit die grōsse Prizim un' die andere gewisse Negidim,
     we-hen Potschten mikōach die Gseeres u-mikōach die rōthe Jüdlich
     uchdōme, un' wās dort rasbirajet see kesseeder a besunder Komität
     vun schoene betāgte Jüden, wās sitzen ständig a ganzen Tāg bis spät
     in der Nacht, senen mafker Weib i Kinder un' giben sich mit die
     alle Geschäften take emes getreu āb, thuen sejer Sach' bischleemes,
     glatt asō le-Schemschomajim, nischt zu nehmen far sejer Müh', far
     sejer Praze, afile a zubrochenem Heller.

such a one want here? There is something wrong, for without good reason
no one would come to this place! There is some secret in it which I must
find out.... And each one wants to show his wisdom, his skill, and all
kinds of speculations come as fast as hail. All tell stories and make
allusions to strangers who had visited them in such and such a year;
jesters relate anecdotes about it, and they are not always within the
bounds of propriety; men twirl their beards and smile; old women
jokingly scold the jesters, angered and laughing at the same time; young
married women stealthily look upwards with their drooping eyes, hold
their hands before their mouths and choke with laughter. The
conversation in regard to that matter rolls on from house to house like
a snowball and rolling grows larger, larger, until it rolls into the
synagogue near the stove, the very place where find their final abode
gossips of all kinds, whether domestic secrets, or politics in regard to
Stamboul, in regard to the Mogul and Cyrus, or money matters regarding
the wealth of Rothschild as compared with that of great lords and the
other well-known millionaires, or reports of persecutions and the tribe
of the Red Jews, and so forth. And there these matters are discussed one
after the other by a special committee of pious Jews advanced in years,
who sit there whole days until late into the night, who abandon their
wives and children and earnestly devote themselves to those affairs,
doing their business in peace, just for the glory of God, without
receiving a broken penny for their labor and their work.


     Vun dem dāsigen Komität gēhen oft die Injonim aweg in Bād auf der
     öberster Bank, un' in a polner Ssobranje vun Stādt-balebatim wer'en
     see dort utwerdet, "wehakol schorir wekajom," as dernāch sollen
     afile kummen kol Malchej Misrach un' Majrew, sich stellen mit dem
     Kopp arāb un' mit die Füss' arauf, wellen see gār nischt pōeln. Der
     Tōger is' schier ein Māl nischt umglücklich gewor'en in asa
     Ssobranje auf der ōberster Bank, wenn etliche juste Balebatim
     sollen nischt gewe'n halten mit ihm Blatt, wer wēisst, wu er wollt'
     itzt āngesparrt. Rothschild nebech hāt schier nit varlōren dort
     eppes a zehn, fufzehn Milljon; derfar hāt ihm Gott geholfen in a
     Pāar Wochen arum: der Ōlem is' gewe'n, wie män sāgt, begelufin; auf
     der ōberster Bank is' grād' gewe'n a Bissel leblich; die Besemlich
     hāben sich gehōben,--un' män hat ihm mit a Māl zugelāst rēin
     Vardienst akegen a kan Milljon Kärblich!

     Die Einwōhner allēin in Tunejadewke senen nebech kimat alle,
     lō-aleechem, grōsse Ewjōnim, starke Dalfonim. Nor dem Emes mus män
     sāgen, see senen froehliche Ewjōnim, lustige Kabzonim, wilde
     Bal-bitochens. As män soll, a Stēiger, plutzlim a Fräg geben a
     Tunejadewker Jüden, vun wannen un' wie asō er is sich mefarnes,
     bleibt er tchilas stēhn wie zumischt, wēisst nebech nischt, wās zu
     entwern, nor später a Bissel āber kummt er zu sich un' entwert
     bitmimes: Ich, wie arum ich leb', ich? Et, 's is' dā a Gott, sāg'
     ich euch, ot-o, wās varlāst nischt alle seine Beschäffenisch, Er
     schickt zu un' wet mistome weiter zuschicken, sāg' ich euch,
     ot-o!--Fort, wās thut ihr asōns? Hā't ihr chotsch eppes wās 's is'
     far a Meloche oder a Parnosse in der Hand?--Gelōbt is'
     ha-Schem-jisborach! Ich hāb', borchaschem, asō wie ihr kuckt mich
     ān, ot-o, a Matone vun sein lieben Nāmen, a Keele, a Kol-negine,

From this committee the affairs are frequently transferred to the upper
bench in the bathhouse, and in a plenary assembly of householders they
are confirmed, "resolved and decreed." If after that even all the kings
of the East and the West were to come and walk with their heads
downwards and their feet in the air, they could not move them to change
their decrees. The Mogul came once very near falling into misfortune in
such an assembly of the higher bench; if some of the householders had
not taken his part, who knows where he would now be resting his head.
Rothschild very nearly lost there ten or fifteen millions; but God came
to his rescue a few weeks later: the people felt, as they say, in high
spirits; all was alive upon the highest bench; the bathing brooms were
dancing over their backs, and they all at once gave him a clean gain of
one hundred and fifty million roubles.

Nearly all the inhabitants of Parasiteville are, may it be no evil omen
to you, nothing but poor people and quite destitute. But the truth must
be told, they are merry beggars, joyful mendicants, possessed of
unbounded hope. If one, for example, suddenly asks a Parasiteville Jew
where and how he manages to make a living, he stops at first bewildered,
and does not know what to answer, but after a while he collects himself
and answers in good spirits: I, how I make a living, I? Well, there is a
God, I tell you, you see, who does not abandon His creatures; He sends
us a living and will no doubt continue to send us, I tell you!--After
all, what is your occupation? Have you some kind of trade that you ply,
or have you some kind of income?--Praised be the Lord! I have, thanks to
the Lord, as you see me, a gift from Him, a good voice, and I lead the
prayers of the Mussafim on the great holidays

     un' dawen' Mussofim Jomim-nōrojim in der Swiwe; ich bin a Mohel un'
     a Maze-rädler, Ēiner in der Welt; ich führ' a Māl aus a Schidech,
     führ' ich aus. Ich hāb' a Stāat, wie ihr kuckt mich ān, ot-o, in
     der Schul'; heunt halt' ich äuch, zwischen uns soll es bleiben, a
     Schēnkel, wās melkt sich zu bisslich; ich hāb' a Zieg', wās melkt
     sich ohn' Anore sēhr gut, un' hāb' nischt weit vun danneu a reichen
     Korew, ot-o, wās lāst sich unter a schlechter Zeit äuch a Bissel
     melken. Heunt, chuz die alle Sachen, sāg' ich euch ot-o, is' Gott a
     Tate un' die Jisroejel senen Rachmonim-bnee-rachmonim, sāg' ich
     euch ot-o, nischt zu varsündigen!...

     Äuch mus män die Tunejadewker Einwōhner dem Schwach nāchsāgen, as
     see seneu zufrieden mit wās Gott gi't un' klauben cholile in der
     Halbosche un' in dem Essen stark nischt über. As die schabesdige
     Kapote, a Stēiger, is' zuhackt, zufallen, zurissen, a Bissel
     varschlumpert un' eppes nischt asō rēin, macht äuch nit aus, abi
     sie is' fort vun Atlas un' glanzt. Ai örterweis kuckt wie vun a
     Reschete araus dās hōhle Leib, meele wās art es wemen? Wer wet sich
     dā asō stellen zukucken? Lemai Pjates, mit wās is' dās ärger vun
     ausgerissene Pjates? Pjates is' denn nischt kēin Leib, kēin
     Menschenflēisch?...

     A Stückel Brōt mit a Kolisch, abi 's is' nor dā, is' sēhr a guter
     Mittāg. Wer schmuest a Bulke mit a Rosselflēisch Freitāg, wer es
     hāt nor,--dās is' take a Maichel-Mecholim, kēin Besseres dervun is'
     schōn, dacht sich, auf der Welt nischt dā. Lās män see derzaehlen,
     a Stēiger, vun andere Minee Potrawes chuz Fischjauch, Gebrāten's
     un' a Mähren-oder Posternakzimmes, kummt see dās aus eppes meschune
     wild un' sāgen darauf āb varschiedene Wörtlich mit dem grössten
     Gelächter, gleich wie der, wās sāgt es, is' narrisch,

in the towns hereabout; I am a Mohel and a roller of matzoth, an expert
in my work; I sometimes make a match and get people married. I have a
pew in the synagogue, although you may not think it of me; besides I
have a grog-shop, between us be it said, that brings me in a little
income; I have a goat that gives a great deal of milk, and not far from
here I have a rich relative who in bad times lets himself be milked a
little too. Besides all these things, I tell you, God is a father and
the Jews are the recipients of His mercy, I tell you, and may we not sin
against Him!...

       *       *       *       *       *

We must give the inhabitants of Parasiteville their due,--they are
contented with anything God may give them, and they are not by any means
dainty in their garments and their food. If, for example, the Sabbath
coat is all crushed, threadbare, and torn, a little bedraggled and of
questionable cleanliness, that does not trouble them much, provided it
is of satin and has a sheen. You will say that in places the bare body
looks out of it as from a sieve! What of that? Whose concern is it? Who
will stop to look at it inquisitively? Is that at all worse than bare
heels? Are heels no body, no human flesh?...

A piece of bread with a buckwheat cake, if only it can be procured, is a
very good dinner indeed. And just think of a white roll with some
braized meat on a Friday! Whoever can get that, regards it as the finest
dainty, better than which, it seems, nothing can be found in the world.
Let anybody tell of any other kinds of choice dishes than fish juice,
roast meat, and carrot or parsnip scallop, he will be looked upon as a
madman, and they will make all kinds of jests about him and burst out in
loud laughter, as if he who had

     meschuge un' will see äuch machen meschuge, einrēden see a Kind in
     Bauch, a Kuh is' geflōgen über'n Dach un' gelēgt an Ēi. A Stückel
     Bockser in Chamischo-ossor dās is' asa Peere, wās is' mechaje
     Nefosches; kuckendig derauf dermāhnt män sich in Erzesrojel, nischt
     ēin Māl varglotzt män derbei die Äugen mit a Krächz: Ach,
     "wessōlicheenu kōmmius," sollst uns, harzediger Vāter, führen
     kōmmius, take was kōmmius hēisst, "learzeenu"--zu unser Land, wās
     Ziegen essen dort Bocksern!... Al-pi Mikre hāt Ēiner a Māl in dem
     Städtel gebracht a Tēitel, hā't ihr bedarft sehn, wie asō män is'
     dās geläufen ānkucken auf Chidesch! Män hāt aufgemischt a Chumesch
     un' gewiesen, as "Tomer" der Tēitel stēht in Chumesch! Steutsch,
     der Tēitel, ot der Tēitel wachst doch vun Erzesrojel!... Kuckendig
     auf'n Tēitel, hāt sich ausgedacht, Erzesrojel is var die Äugen, ot
     gēht män über dem Jarden, ot is' die Meoras-hamachpeelo, der Mutter
     Rochel's Keewer, dās Kōssel-maarowi, ot bādt män sich in
     Chamee-te-warjo, män kriecht arauf auf'n Har-haseessim, män esst
     sich ān mit Bocksern, mit Tēitlen, un' män lēgt ān fulle Keschenjes
     mit Erzesrojel-erd'. Ach, hāt män gekrächzt, un' in die Äugen hāben
     Itlichen sich gestellt Trähren. "Jene Zeit," asō sāgt Binjāmin,
     "is' ganz Tunejadewke, wie grōss sie is', gewe'n in Erzesrojel. Män
     hāt geschmack geredt vun Moschiach'n, ot, ot, is' schōn Gott's
     Freitāg noch halben Tāg.... Der neuer Pristaw, wās is' nischt lang
     āngekummen, hāt grād be-jod-romo denstmāl geführt dās Städtel. Bei
     a Pāar Jüden hāt er arābgerissen die Jarmelkes, Ēinem ābgeschnitten
     a Peje, Etliche nebech gechappt spät bei der Nacht in a Gässel ohn'
     Pasporten, bei noch Ēinem varnummen a Zieg', wās hāt aufgegessen a
     neuem

told that had actually become crazy and wanted to drive them crazy too
by making them believe of a child in the stomach,[119] of a cow that has
flown over the roof and has laid an egg. A piece of buck's-horn on the
fifteenth day in the month of Shebat is regarded as a fruit that
delights the heart. Looking at it they are reminded of Palestine, and
they frequently raise their eyes in ecstasy and say with a sigh: "Oh,
wessolicheenu kōmmius," lead us, O merciful Father, upwards, yes,
upwards indeed, "learzeenu," into our land where goats feed on
buck's-horn.... By chance some one brought a date to town. You ought to
have seen how people rushed up to see the wonder! They opened the
Pentateuch and pointed out that "Tomer," the date, was mentioned in the
Bible! Just think of it! The date, that very date grows in Palestine!...
Looking at the date it appeared to them that Palestine was before their
very eyes, that, behold, they were crossing the Jordan; right there was
the cave of Machpelah, Rachel's grave, the western wall; that now they
were bathing in the Pool of Tiberias, they were climbing the Olive
Mount, they were eating their fill of bucks'-horn and dates, and
swelling their pockets with earth of Palestine. Ah, they sighed, and
tears filled the eyes of all. "In those days," says Benjamin, "all of
Parasiteville, as large as it is, was in Palestine. They talked with
zest of Moses; and behold, it is already past noon on God's Friday....
The new police captain who had only lately arrived in town ruled it with
a firm hand. He had torn off the skullcaps from the heads of a few Jews,
he had lopped off an earlock, had bagged a few men late at night in a
side street without passports, had confiscated another man's goat that
had eaten up a

     strōhenem Dach; un' er is' dermit äuch gewe'n die Ssibe dervun, wās
     der Komität unter'n Ōwen hāt sich stark geduret mit'n Tōger,
     ad-mossaj wet der Scharschel-jischmoel asō schōlet sein? Män hāt
     aufgemischt dem gewoehntlichen Schmues mikōach die
     Ascheres-haschwotim, wie glücklich see leben dort in jene weite
     Mekōmes, in Gdule-ōscher un' Kowed; män hāt avürgenummen die rōthe
     Jüdlech, die Bneemōsche, mit Gusmes Maisses vun sejere Gwures
     uchdōme; Eldād ha-Dāni, es varstēht sich, hāt äuch getanzt in
     dermit. Jene Zeit, zum Mēisten, hāb' ich zu vardanken die Nessie
     meine, wās ich hāb' dernāch gemacht."




XI. A HARTER BISSEN

(_Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 22-25)


    Beim Breg vun dem Wasser, vun Jāffō bis Tarschisch,
    Dort hört sich a Žummen un' Brummen--
    Beim Breg vun dem Wasser, vun Jāffō bis Tarschisch,
    Is' finster die Nacht āngekummen.

    Un' tief aus dem Wasser dort hört sich dās Brummen,
    A Kol vun a Wallfisch gār, dacht sich:
    "Rabōssai! Heunt hāt mich der Teuwel genummen,
    Ich starb' heunt, ich spür' schōn, es macht sich!

    "Ich eck' bald! Mein Bauch, oi, mein Bauch mus mir platzen--
    Heunt hāb' ich a Nowi verschlungen!
    Dā helft mehr kēin Glätten, kēin Reiben, kēin Kratzen--
    Bald is' schōn der Bauch mir zusprungen!

    "A Nowi, dās is' gār a zu harter Bissen,
    Es känn ihm gār Kēiner vertrāgen;
    Zu fett is' sein Frummkeit--es soll schōn nit wissen
    Vun ihm kēin schum ehrlicher Māgen!

newly laid strawthatch. And it was he that was the cause of the
committee's preoccupation with the Mogul, and their discussion of how
much longer the Prince of the Ishmaelites would be reigning. They
returned to the usual conversation of the Ten Tribes, how happy they
lived in those distant lands, enjoying wealth and honor; they recalled
the Red Jews, the Sons of Moses, and told a mass of stories of their
bravery, etc.; Eldad the Danite was naturally also dished up. I owe it
mainly to those times that I later undertook my journey."


XI. A TOUGH MORSEL

On the shore of the waters, from Jaffa to Tarshish, one may hear a
grumbling and growling;--on the shore of the waters, from Jaffa to
Tarshish, the night descended in darkness.

And deep out of the water one may hear a growling,--it seems, the voice
of a whale. "My lords! To-day the devil has taken me, I am going to die
to-day, I feel it, I am sure!

"My end has come! My belly, O my belly will burst;--I have swallowed
this day a prophet! No massaging, no rubbing, no scratching will help
me;--ere long my belly will certainly burst!

"A prophet is entirely too tough a morsel, and no one can digest him;
his piety is too fat,--may no honest stomach ever know the like.

    "A Nowi, derzu noch gār ēiner, a klēiner!
    (Punkt zwölf auf a Tutz gār in Ganzen)
    Gār hart is' sein Nefesch, gār hart seine Bēiner--
    Er löchert mir 's Harz mit sein Tanzen!

    "Un' Stēiner, un' Bēiner, un' kolerlēi Sachen,
    See hāt schōn mein Māgen zurieben;
    Un' nor mit Newiim känn gār ich nit machen--
    A Make, wās stēht nit geschrieben!

    "A Nowi is' gār nit varhanden a wēicher--
    Nit känn män ihm essen, nit nāgen:
    Es wollt' sein a Mizwe, nit lāsen kēin Seecher
    Vun Frumme, wās grablen beim Māgen!

    "A Frummer is' gār nit varhanden kēin wēicher--
    Mir kennen die dāsige Helden!
    Es wollt' sein a Mizwe, nit lāsen a Seecher
    Vun see--mit Respekt dās zu melden!

    "Rabōssai! Ich spür' jetzt, er grabelt in Bauch mir--
    Gewalt! 's is' die Tewa vun Frumme
    Rak grablen in Jenems Gedärem--nu, äuch mir
    A Nowi,--nor, ach, vun die Krumme!

    "Rabōssai! Mir dacht sich, er murmelt jetzt eppes
    Un' krümmt sich, un' bēugt sich gār plutzim--
    Du darschenst umsüst gār, du darschenst in Steppes
    Un' wartst gār umsüst auf Tiruzim!

    "Rabōssai! Ich spür' jetzt sein Grablen, sein Zapplen,
    Es dacht sich, er dawent a Bissel!
    Un' halt' ich's noch länger jetzt aus, mus ich mapplen--
    Gewald! Gi't mir Brechwein a Schüssel!

"A prophet, and one of the smaller kind at that!--Just twelve of them to
the dozen. Too tough is his body, too tough are his bones, he pierces my
heart with his dancing!

"And stones, and bones, and all other kinds of things my stomach has
digested; but I am powerless with prophets,--they are a plague not
mentioned in the Scriptures.

"There does not exist a tender prophet,--you can never eat them or gnaw
them. It would be meritorious not to leave a trace of pious men who
rummage in your stomachs!

"There does not exist a pious man who is tender,--we know that class of
heroes! It would be meritorious not to leave a trace of them--with all
due respect permit me to say that!

"My lords! I feel he is now rummaging in my stomach, oh, help me! It has
ever been the business of pious people to rummage in other people's
entrails,--that's the kind of a prophet he is, only, alas, he is
crooked!

"My lords! meseems, he is now mumbling something, and he is writhing and
bending up all of a sudden,--you preach in vain, you preach in the
wilderness, and you are waiting in vain for an answer!

"My lords! I now feel his crawling, his sprawling, it seems, he is
praying now a bit! And if I am to endure it much longer, I shall have to
abort. Help! Give me a dish full of emetic!

    "Ich känn nit derhalten sein Dawnen, sein Singen,--
    Dās Tanzen arum, wie die Rinder,
    Die falsche, verwilderte Tnues, dās Springen....
    Gewald! Gi't mir Brechwein geschwinder!

    "Gewald! Gi't mir Brechwein, gi't Zeitungsmaimorim,
    Gi't Nechbi-ben-Wofsi's Artiklen;
    Gi't gich Feuilletonen, gi't jüdische Sforim--
    Un' thut mir dās All's zunaufwicklen,

    "Un' macht mir a Mittel zum Brechen, zum Brechen!
    Gi't Sforim vun spätere Dōres!
    Gi't Schomer's Romanen, see senen, ich rechen'
    Zum Brechen vorzügliche S-chōres--

    "Gi't Sforim vun neunzehnten klugen Jāhrhundert,
    Gi't kluge 'Kritiken'--vun wemen
    Ihr willt sich allein nor; gi't gicher--mich wundert,
    Wie brech' ich schōn nit bei die Nämen!"--

    Beim Breg vun dem Wasser, vun Jāffō bis Tarschisch,
    Dort hört sich a Žummen un' Brummen--
    A Mittel zu Brechen, vun Jāffō bis Tarschisch,
    Hāt dorten a Fisch eingenummen.

    Un' still is' un' ruhig; es kraüselt die Nacht sich
    Un' flecht ihre tunkele Locken;
    In Himmel die Steren,--see flammen, es dacht sich,
    Wie gelbliche, goldene Pocken.

    Un' still is' un' ruhig, es flecht gār die Nacht sich
    Un' kraüselt die finstere Locken;
    Es wandelt gār still die Natur, un' es dacht sich,
    Sie gēht wie auf seidene Socken.

"I cannot stand his praying, his chanting,--his dancing, like a calf,
his false, barbaric doings,--his leaping.... Help! Give me quickly some
emetic!

"Help! Give me some emetic, give me newspaper discussions, give me
Nechbi-ben-Wofsi's articles. Give me feuilletons, give me Jewish
books,--and put them all in a bundle,

"And make me a medicine to vomit, to vomit! Give me books of later
generations! Give me the novels of Schaikewitsch,--I think they are
excellent stuff for vomiting.

"Give me books of the wise nineteenth century; give me criticisms,
whosesoever you wish yourself; only give them quickly,--I am surprised I
am not vomiting at mentioning these names!"

On the shore of the waters, from Jaffa to Tarshish, one may hear a
grumbling and growling;--an emetic, from Jaffa to Tarshish, a fish has
swallowed there.

And all is still and quiet; night is curling and braiding her sable
locks; the stars in the sky,--they flame, it seems, like yellow, golden
pustules.

And all is still and quiet, and night is braiding and curling her dusky
locks; nature wanders in silence, and it seems she walks on silken
stockings.

    Un' plutzling derhört sich a Kol in der Finster,
    Gār fürchterlich hāt er geschriegen;
    Es hāt dort a Wallfisch, vun alle der dünster,
    A groben Frummak ausgespiegen.

    Un' nāch dem Ausspeien, un' g'rād zu Oleenu,
    Dā thut er noch philosophiren;
    Er sāgt: "Zu Newiim, überhaupt zu die klēine,
    Dā tor män sich gār nit zurühren!"
         D. FRISCHMANN.




XII. STEMPENJU'S FIEDELE

('Stempenju,' pp. 8-10)


     Ach, ich fühl', as mein Feder is' schwach zu beschreiben, wie
     Stempenju hāt besetzt a Kale! Dās is' nit gewe'n glatt gespielt,
     gerümpelt: dās is' gewe'n a Min Aweede, a Gott's Dienst mit eppes
     sēhr a hōchen Gefühl, mit eppes sēhr an ēdlen Geist. Stempenju hāt
     sich gestellt akegen der Kale un' hāt ihr Drosche gehalten auf'n
     Fiedel,--a schoene, a lange Drosche, a rührende Drosche über dem
     frei un' glücklich Leben vun der Kale bis aher, vun ihr
     Maedelstand, un' über dem finsteren, bitteren Leben, wās erwartet
     sie später, später: Aus Maedel! übergedeckt dem Kopp, varstellt die
     schoene, lange Hāar auf ēbig ... nit dā dās Froehlichkeit! Sei
     gesund, Jugend, ot werst du a Jüdene!... Eppes sēhr nischt
     froehlich, Gott soll nischt strāfen far die Rēd'!...

       *       *       *       *       *

     Ot asölche Wörter hören sich kimat araus vun Stempenju's Fiedele;
     alle Weiber varstēhen gut dem Pschat vun der dāsiger stummer
     Drosche, alle Weiber fühlen es; see fühlen dās, un' wēinen derauf
     mit bittere Trähren.

     --Wie lang bin ich asō gesessen,--klährt sich a

And suddenly a voice is heard in the darkness; terribly he did cry; a
whale, the thinnest of them all, has there spit out a bigot.

And after his spitting up, just at the last prayer of Oleenu, he still
continues to philosophize; he says: "With prophets, particularly the
little ones, you must have nothing to do!"


XII. STEMPENJU'S VIOLIN

Oh, I feel that my pen is too weak to describe the manner of Stempenju's
playing at the Enthronement of the Bride. That was not mere playing,
mere fingering of the strings: that was a kind of religious service,
devotion to the Lord, with a very elevated feeling, with such a noble
spirit! Stempenju took his stand in front of the bride and began to
address her with a sermon on his violin, a beautiful, a long sermon, a
touching sermon, on the free and happy life she had led heretofore, on
her girlish state, and the gloomy, bitter life that awaited her later,
later. No longer a girl! the head covered, the beautiful long hair
disguised forever ... gone all merriment! Farewell, youth, you are now
turned into a married Jewess!... 'Tis somehow very sad! May God not
visit us with punishment for such words!...

Almost these words are heard on Stempenju's violin. The women all
understand well the purport of that silent sermon, all the women feel
it; they feel it, and weep thereupon bitter tears.

       *       *       *       *       *

"How long have I been sitting," meditates a young

     jung Weibel, schlingendig die Trähren,--wie lang bin ich asō
     gesessen mit zulāste, zuflochtene Zöpp' un' hāb' nor gemēint, as
     Malochim spielen sich gār mit mir, as ich bin Ēine, a glückliche?
     Zum Ssof ... ach, zum Ssof....

     --Bescher' ihr Gott,--thut beten an ältere Jüdene, a Mutter vun
     derwachsene Töchter,--bescher' ihr Gott, mein älterer Tochter, ihr
     Siweg in Gichen, nor mit mehr Masel wie mir, nor mit a schönere
     Dolje, wie ich hāb' bei mein Mann, Gott soll nit strāfen far die
     Rēd'!

     Ot in asölche Machschowes fallen arein die Weiber un' Stempenju
     thut sich sein's: Er arbeit't mit alle Keelim, un' dās Fiedele
     redt. Dās spielt Stempenju a Wēinendig's, un' die Kapelje halt't
     ihm unter, es werd still, aus-Ljarem, aus-Gepilder! Alle, alle
     willen hören Stempenjun. Jüden wer'en vartracht, Weiber weren
     anschwiegen; Jünglech, Maedlech kletteren arauf auf Bänk' un' auf
     Tischen,--Jeder will hören Stempenjun!

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Sch--scha! Stiller! Ōlem, lās sein still!!

     Un Stempenju zugiesst sich auf'n Fiedele un' zugēht sich wie a
     Wachs: Tjoch, tjoch, tjoch,--mehr hört män nischt. A Hand flieht
     auf un' āb,--mehr seht män nit, un' es hören sich allerlēi Kōles,
     un' es giessen sich verschiedene Minee Gesangen, un' alls umetige,
     trauerige, as es nemmt ān beim Harzen, es zieht die Neschome, es
     nemmt araus dās Chijes; Der Ōlem gēht aus mit alle Kōches, der Ōlem
     starbt, starbt mit alle Eewrim, dās Harz werd eppes asō vull, un'
     es stellen sich Trähren in die Äugen; Jüden süfzen, Jüden krächzen,
     Jüden wēinen ... un' Stempenju? Wer Stempenju? Me sēht ihm gār nit,
     me sēht kein Fiedele, me hört nor die süsse Kōles, die göttliche
     Gesangen, wās füllen ān

woman, swallowing her tears, "how long have I been sitting with flowing,
unbraided hair, and thinking that angels are playing with me, that I am
the happiest creature! And yet ... ah, and yet...."

       *       *       *       *       *

"God grant her," so begins her prayer an elderly woman, a mother of
grown-up daughters, "God grant her, my oldest daughter, to be soon
united in wedlock, but with more happiness than I have had, with a
better lot than I have had with my husband,--may God not visit me with
punishment for my words!"

Such are the thoughts that fall upon the women, and Stempenju keeps on
playing his way: he directs the whole band, and his violin talks
eloquently. Stempenju is now playing a sad tune, and his musicians
support him. All is quiet, there is no noise, not a sound! All, all want
to hear Stempenju. Men fall to musing, women are grown silent. Boys and
girls have climbed on benches and tables,--all want to hear Stempenju!

"Hush! Keep still! People, let there be quiet!"

And Stempenju dissolves on his violin and melts like wax; pitapat is all
you may hear. An arm flies up and down,--that's all you may see, and you
hear all kinds of voices, and all kinds of tunes are poured forth, all
melancholy, sad, so that it tears out your heart, draws out your soul,
takes away your life. The people grow faint, the people grow weak in all
their limbs; the heart is full to overflowing, and tears appear in the
eyes. Men sigh, men groan, women weep ... and Stempenju? But who pays
attention to him? No one sees him, no one sees his violin; they only
hear his sweet tones, the divine music which fills the whole room....
And Rochele the beautiful who had never

     die ganze Stub' ... Un' Rochele die schoene, wās hāt noch bis aher
     nischt gehört Stempenju's Spielen, Rochele, wās hāt gehört, as 's
     is' dā a Stempenju, nor sie hāt noch nischt gehört asa Min Spielen,
     stēht un' hört sich zu zu die kischefdige Gesangen, zu die seltene
     Kōles, un' verstēht nit, wās dās is'. Eppes zieht dās ihr dās Harz,
     eppes glätt't dās sie,--nor wās dās is' verstēht sie nit. Sie hōbt
     auf die Äugen ahin, vun wannen es giessen sich die süsse Kōles un'
     derseht a Pāar wunderschoene, schwarze Äugen, feuerdige Augen, wās
     kucken gleich auf ihr un' nehmen sie durch, wie Spiesen, wie
     scharfe Spiesen. Die wunderschoene, schwarze, feuerdige Äugen
     kucken auf ihr un' winken zu ihr un' reden mit ihr; Rochele will
     arāblāsen ihre Äugen arāb,--un' kānn nit.

     --Ot dās is' Stempenju?

     Asō klährt sich Rochele die schoene, wenn dās Besetzen hāt sich
     schōn geëndigt un' die Mechutonim hōben schōn ān zu trachten
     mikōach Führen zu der Chupe.

     --Wu senen ergez die Licht? frägt Chossen's Zad.

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Die Licht wu senen? entfert Kale's Zad.

       *       *       *       *       *

     Un' asō werd wieder der ēigener Gepilder, wās früher; Alle läufen
     un' me wēisst nit wuhin. Me kwetscht sich, me stuppt sich, me
     tret't ān auf Masolim, me reisst Klēidlech, me schwitzt, me siedelt
     die Ssarwers mit die Schamossim, un' see siedlen zurück die
     Mechutonim, un' die Mechutonim amperen sich zwischen sich,--es is'
     borchaschem ganz lebedig!

S. RABINOWITSCH.

before heard Stempenju's playing, Rochele who had heard before of
Stempenju, but who had never before heard such playing, stands and
listens to the enticing music, the rare sounds, and does not understand
what that all means. Something has touched her heart, a soft feeling has
passed over her, but she does not understand what that is. She lifts her
eyes to the place from which the sweet sounds proceed, and notices a
pair of very beautiful black eyes, fiery eyes that are looking straight
at her, and that transfix her like spears, like sharp spears. The
beautiful, black, fiery eyes look at her and beckon to her and speak to
her; Rochele wants to lower her eyes, and she cannot.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Oh, that is Stempenju!"

So meditates Rochele the beautiful, as the Enthronement is ended, and
the parents of the contracting parties are getting ready to lead them
under the Baldachin.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Where are the candles?" comes the question from the bridegroom's side.

"The candles, where are they?" comes the reply from the bride's side.

And thus the same noise begins as before. All are running, not knowing
whither. There is a jam, and they push each other, and step on people's
toes, and tear dresses; they perspire, they scold the ushers and the
beadles, and these again scold the parents of the marrying couple, and
the parents wrangle among themselves,--praised be the Lord, all is
lively!




XIII. DER TALMUD

(_Jüdische Volksbibliothēk_, Vol. II. pp. 195-197)


    Alte Blätter vun'm Talmud,
    Alte Sagen un' Legenden!
    In mein trauerigen Leben
    Oft thu' ich zu euch mich wenden.

    Bei der Nacht, wenn in der Finster
    Läuft der Schlāf vun meine Äugen,
    Un' ich sitz' allēin un' elend,
    Zu der Brust dem Kopp gebōgen,

    In die trauerige Stunden,
    Wie a Steren in der blauer
    Summernacht, hēbt ān zu scheinen
    Der Sikoren in mein Trauer.

    Ich dermāhn sich auf die Liebe,
    Auf die süsse Kindheitsjāhren,
    Wenn ich bin noch frei gewesen
    Von mein Kummer, Lēid un' Zoren;

    Ich dermāhn' sich auf die Zeiten,
    Wenn ich fleg' dem ersten, süssen,
    Besten Koss vun Leben, Freiheit,
    Frēud' un' Lustigkeit geniessen.

    Ich dermāhn' sich auf die alte,
    Auf die süsse, liebe Jāhren,
    Un' die Blätter vun'm Talmud
    Stēhen auf in mein Sikoren.

    Ach, die alte, alte Blätter!
    Wie viel Licht un' wie viel Steren
    Brennen, scheinen un' see können
    Ēbig nit verloschen wer'en.


XIII. THE TALMUD

Old leaves of the Talmud, old stories and legends! In my saddened life I
frequently turn to you.

At night, when in the darkness sleep evades my eyes, and I sit alone and
deserted, my head bowed to my breast,

In those sad hours, like a star in the azure summer night, there begin
to shine memories in my sadness.

I recall my love, my sweet years of childhood, when I was still free
from sorrow, pain and anger;

I recall those times when I quaffed the first, sweet, the best chalice
of life, freedom, joy and merriness.

I recall the old, the sweet, delightful years, and the leaves of the
Talmud arise in my memory.

Oh, the old, old leaves! As many lights and as many stars there burn and
shine, they can never be extinguished.

    Tausend Stromen, tausend Teichen
    Hāben see gethun verfliessen,
    Samd hāt sich auf see geschotten,
    Sturems hāben see gerissen,

    Un' die alte, alte Blätter
    Leben noch ... see senen take
    Gell, verchōschecht, ābgerissen,
    Dort a Loch un' dā a Make;

    Dā a Stückel ābgesmalet,
    Dort a Schure täug' auf Zores,
    Un' in Ganzen hāt a Ponim
    Vun an alten Bess-hakwores ...

    Meele wās? Nu, is' dās take
    A Bessalmen, wu begrāben
    Liegt in Keewer All's, wās ēbig
    Wöllen mir schon mehr nit hāben....

    Un' ich, alter, kranker Jossem,
    Vull mit Lēid, mit Eemas-mowes,
    Stēh', mein grauen Kopp gebōgen,
    Stēh' un' wēin' auf Keewer-owes....
         S. FRUG.




XIV. DĀS JÜDISCHE KIND

(_Hausfreund_, p. 44)


    Tief begrāben in der Finster,
    Weit vun Luft un' Licht,--
    Sehst du dort dem blinden Worem,
    Wie er kriecht?

    In der Erd' is' er gebōren,
    Un' beschert
    Is' ihm, ēbig, ēbig kriechen
    In der Erd'....

Thousands of streams, thousands of rivers have passed over them, sand
has covered them, storms have torn them,

Yet the old, old leaves live on ... though they be yellow, darkened,
torn,--a hole here, a spot there;

Here a bit charred, there a line obliterated, and the whole has the
appearance of an old cemetery....

What of that? Yes, indeed, that is a burial-ground where lies buried in
the grave all that which we shall never have again....

And I, old, sick orphan, full of sorrow, of the awe of death, stand with
bent head, stand and weep at the grave of our fathers....


XIV. THE JEWISH CHILD

Deeply buried in darkness, far from air and light,--do you see yonder
the blind worm, as he creeps?

In the ground he was born, and it is decreed that forever, yes forever,
he shall creep upon the earth....

    Wie a Worem in der Finster,
    Schwach un' stumm un' blind,--
    Lebst du āb die Kindheit's Jāhren,
    Jüdisch Kind!

    Auf dein Wiegel singt die Mame
    Nit kēin Lied
    Vun a ruhig stillen Leben,
    Freiheit, Fried,

    Vun die Gärtner, vun die Felder,
    Wu dās frische Kind
    Spielt un' frēut sich frei un' lustig,
    Wie der Wind.

    Nēin! A Quall vun tiefen Jāmmer
    Rauscht un' klingt....
    Oi, wie bitter is' dās Liedel,
    Wās sie singt!

    Tiefe Süfzen, hēisse Trähren
    Mit a starke Macht
    Klingen, rauschen in dem Liedel
    Tāg un' Nacht.

    Tiefe Süfzen, hēisse Trähren,
    Hunger, Kält
    Schleppen sich mit dir zusammen
    Auf der Welt.

    Un' vun Wiegel bis zum Keewer,
    Auf dem langen Weg,
    Wachsen ganze Wälder Zores
    Ohn' a Breg....
          S. FRUG.

Like a worm in the darkness, weak and mute and blind,--you live through
the years of childhood, Jewish child!

At your cradle your mother sings not a song of a quiet, peaceful life,
of freedom, peace,

Of the gardens, of the fields, where the blooming child plays and
gladdens free and merry like the wind.

No, a spring of deep sorrow bubbles and resounds.... Oh, how bitter is
the song that she sings!

Deep sobs, hot tears with a mighty power resound, bubble in the song day
and night.

Deep sobs, hot tears, hunger, cold, drag along with you in the world.

And from your cradle to your grave, upon the long journey, there grow
whole forests of sorrows without end....




XV. DER ADELIGER KĀTER

(_Emeth_, Vol. I. p. 62)


    A Fuchs, a chitrer Kerl un' a Lez
    Hāt in an Unterhaltung mit a Kāter
    Gemacht asō viel Chōsek vun die Kätz',
    As Jener is' in Kas gewor'en.
    "Du wēisst nit, Füchsel-chazuf"--hāt er
    Zu ihm gesāgt mit Zorn,--
    "As ich gehör' zum allerhöchsten Adel
    "Vun Chajes, weil ich kumm' vun a Mischpoche
    "Vun Helden ohne Furcht un' Tadel,
    "Wās seinen kēinmāl nit gegangen in Gespann,
    "Nit in a Fuhr', nit in a Ssoche,
    "Zum Führen Hēu, zum Ackern a Feld,
    "Zum Thon, wās passt nit far a Thieren-held;
    "Nor lebendig in Wōltāg, Jederer a Pan,
    "Durch ehrenhafte Raub.
    "Ich stamm' bekizer āb vun flinken Tiger,
    "Wās känn verzucken jeden Rind;
    "Ich bin dem Lempert's Schwesterkind,
    "Sogar vun seine Majestät, dem Loeb
    "A Korew nit kēin weiter.
    "Ōbgleich ich bin allēin vielleicht,
    "Kēin Held nit, nit kēin grōsser Krieger,
    "Un' nit kēin mōrediger Streiter."
    --"As du bist nit kēin Held, is' leicht
    "Zu sehn"--hāt ihm geëntwert unser Fuchs--
    "I vun dein schwache Lapke,
    "I vun dein Blick, i vun dein Wuchs.
    "Wer wēiss nit, as dem klensten Hüntel's Eck
    "(Schōn gār nit rēdendig vun seine Zaehner)
    "Verjāgt dich, wie die schwachste Žabke,
    "In Thom arein var hōle Schreck?


XV. THE NOBLE TOM-CAT

A Fox, a cunning fellow and a jester, conversing once with a Tom-cat,
made light of all the cats, so that he made him angry. "You know not,
arrant Fox," said he to him, growing angry, "that I belong to the
noblest tribe of beasts, for I am descended from a family of heroes
without fear and reproach, who never have walked under a yoke of wain,
nor plough, to gather in the hay, to till the field, to do what is not
meet for a beast-hero,--nay, living aye in plenty, each his own master,
by honorable robbery. In short, I am descended from the swift Tiger, who
knows how to slay the kine; I am cousin to the Leopard, and even of his
Majesty, the Lion, a not distant relative, although I myself, perhaps,
be not a hero, nor great warrior, nor awful champion.

       *       *       *       *       *

"That you are not a hero is easily discerned," our Fox retorted, "both
by your weak paw, and by your looks, and by your size. Who does not know
that the tail of the smallest dog--not to speak of his teeth--will chase
you away like the weakest frog into some hole, agog with fear? You, my
friend, are bold only with bones, in a corner of the room, making war on
a quiet, hungry mouse. I know of the high deeds of

    "Du bist nor, Freund, a Chwat mit Bēiner
    "In Winkele, in Haus,
    "Bekämpfendig a stille, hungerige Maus.
    "Ich wēiss nit vun die Maissim-tōwim,
    "Vun deine adelige Krōwim,
    "Nor du lebst nit vun ehrenhaften Raub allēin,
    "Du, Bruder, schämst sich nit zu ganwenen,
    "Zu bettlen un' zu chanfenen,
    "Afile naschen is' far dir nit zu gemēin."
    Dās sāgendig hāt er sein āngepelzten Eck
    Mit Spott a Hōb gethān un' is' aweg.

           *       *       *       *       *

    Die alte Welt
    Is vull mit tausende asölche Kāters,
    Jachsonim puste, adelige Pimpernātters,
    Mit Wonzes lange, bliszendige Äugen,
    Ohn' Macht, ohn' Sinn, ohn' Geld,
    Nefosches, welche täugen
    Zum Klettern mit Pläner in der Hōch,
    Vun welche jeder endigt sich in Räuch;
    Wās lecken Teller bei dem Reichen
    Un' mjauken sich mit sejersgleichen
    Aristokratisch fein zusammen,
    Un' Alles, wās see wēissen,
    Is' mehr nit, wie see hēissen,
    Un' dann, vun welche Tigerkätz' see stammen.
           M. WINCHEVSKY.




XVI. JONKIPER

(_Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 88-91)


     ... Es is' wieder Jonkiper, nor dreissig Jāhr senen vun jener Zeit
     arüber.

     Wieder is' die Schul vull mit Tales un' Kittel eingewickelte Jüden;
     der Pol is' mit Hēu ausgebett' itzt

your noble relatives,--but you do not live by honorable prey alone; you,
my friend, are not ashamed to steal, to beg, and to flatter; you do not
think it beneath you to nibble secretly at dainties." Saying that, he
raised his furry tail in scorn and went away.

       *       *       *       *       *

The Old World is full of thousands of such Tom-cats, empty-headed
braggarts, noble dragons, with long mustaches and glittering eyes,
without power, without sense, or money, souls that are good only to
crawl on high with plans that all end in smoke; who lick the plates of
the rich, and miaul together with their kind in aristocratic fashion,
and all they know is only their own names, and then from what Tiger they
are descended.


XVI. THE ATONEMENT DAY

... It is again the day of Atonement, but since that time thirty years
have passed.

Again the synagogue is full of men wrapped in taliths and shrouds! The
floor is strewn with hay now

     wie demālt; in zwēi grōsse Kastens vull mit Samd vun bēide Seiten
     Bime brennen heunt die wächsene Neschome-licht wie mit dreissig
     Jāhr zurück, chotsch nāch andere, frische Neschomes, wās senen erst
     in die dreissig Jāhr Neschomes gewor'en. Un' see brennen manche
     still un' ruhig un' manche flackerndig un' schmelzendig, un'
     Jünglech Kundeessim chappen die Stücklech ābgeschmolzene Wachs äuch
     heunt wie a Māl.

     Chotsch die Stimme vun dem Chasen is' itzt andersch, āber die
     Wörter, wās er sagt, un' der Nigen, wās er singt, senen dieselbe,
     gār dieselbe, nit geändert auf ēin Hāar.

     Dieselbe senen äuch die Trähren, wās giessen sich heunt teichenweis
     dort hinter die varhangene Fensterlech in der weiberscher Schul,
     chotsch vun andere Äugen, vun andere gepeinigte Herzer fliessen
     see....

     Auf dem Ort, wu mit dreissig Jāhr früher is' die unglückliche
     Mutter gestan'en un' bewēint ihr liebe Tochter, wās is' asō jung
     vun der Welt aweg, stēht heunt äuch a Mutter un' zugiesst ihr
     schwer Harz in hēisse Trähren. Sie wēint un' klāgt über ihr schoene
     Tochter, wās sie hāt sich a Māl gebentscht mit ihr, a Maedel,
     schoen wie Gold, wās is' pluzling wie vun a Kischef varführt
     gewor'en, un' wās mit ihr thut sich itzt, is' schwer un' bitter
     selbst auszurēden; un' die ständig getreue Mutter bet' itzt mit
     Trähren, hēiss wie Feuer, nit Gesund, nit lange Jāhren far ihr
     Kind, āber a Tōdt a gichen, wās wet gleicher sein far dem Kind noch
     mehr wie far der Mutter.

     Sie hāt noch ihr mütterliche Treuheit in ihr Harzen, wie noch ēhder
     das Unglück is' geschehn.... Nor take derfar bett' sie bei Gott asō
     hēiss ot dem Tōdt auf ihr Kind. Kēin bessere Sach seht sie nit in
     der Welt un' kēin ander Sach kānn sie bei Gott dem lebedigen heunt

as then; in two large boxes filled with sand on both sides of the altar
there are burning to-day the waxen soul-lights just as thirty years ago,
though for other, fresh souls that have become souls only within the
last thirty years. And they burn, some quietly and softly, and some
flickering and melting, and urchins are now as then picking up the
pieces of molten wax.

       *       *       *       *       *

Although the voice of the Precentor is now different, yet the words
which he says, and the tune which he sings, are the same, precisely the
same, not a bit changed.

And the tears are the same that flow to-day in streams there behind the
curtained windows in the woman's gallery, though from other eyes they
flow, from other tortured hearts....

On the same spot where thirty years ago the unfortunate mother had been
standing and mourning her beloved daughter who had departed so young
from this world, there is to-day also standing a mother and dissolving
her heart in hot tears. She is bewailing and lamenting her beautiful
daughter who had once been her blessing, a girl, as pure as gold, who
had been misled as if by witchery, and of whom it would be hard and
bitter to say what she is doing now; and the ever-true mother prays now
with tears, as hot as fire, not for health, not for long years for her
child, but for quick death, which would be better for the child even
than for the mother.

She still harbors her mother's truth in her heart, even as before the
calamity had happened.... For that very reason she prays to God so
fervently to grant death to her child. She sees no better thing in the
world, and she can ask for no better thing to-day of the living God.

     nit betten. Un' es giessen sich ihre Trähren still un' fallen über
     die Wörter vun ihre Tchines; sie halt dem Kopp in Ssider
     eingegrāben un' schämt sich ihre Äugen arauszunehmen, tomer
     begegnen see sich mit Äugen, wās wöllen ihr Schand' dersehn, wās
     is' wie a Fleck auf ihr Ponim gewor'en....

     Un' punkt dort, wu die āreme Almone is' gestan'en mit dreissig Jāhr
     zurück un' hāt minutenweis gekuckt, ihre Jessomim in Schul zu sehn,
     ōb see dawnen, ōb see nehmen a jüdisch Wort in Maul arein, un' hāt
     gechlipet wēinendig, as ihre Äugen hāben nit gefun'en, wās see
     hāben gesucht, stēht heunt a jüdische Tochter un' kuckt durch dās
     Vorhangel, un' sie wēiss allēin nit, auf wemen sie kuckt mehr, zi
     auf ihr Mann, wās macht wilde Bewegungen mit bēide Händ' un' mit
     sein ganzen Körper, oder auf dem jungen Menschen, wās sitzt äuch in
     Misrach-wand nit weit vun ihm un' dawent wie a Jüd' un' sitzt ruhig
     wie a Mensch.

       *       *       *       *       *

     Welche Gedanken läufen ihr durch ihr Kopp itzund! Wieviel Trähren
     hāt sie vargossen vun jenem Tāg ān, as der junger Mann is' gewor'en
     aus Chossen ihrer un' der wilder Chossen is' ihr Mann, ihr
     Brōtgeber gewor'en! Wieviel Wunden trāgt sie seitdem still un' tief
     varschlossen in ihr jüdischen Harzen un' peinigt sich vun ihre
     ēigene Gedanken, wās tracht sich ihr nit wöllendig, nor sie hāt
     kēin Kōach nit, nit zu trachten. Un' wie bett' sie itzt Gott, er
     soll auslöschen dās sündige Feuer vun ihr sündig Harz, auslöschen
     All's, wās brennt un' kocht in ihr, sie soll vargessen, wās is'
     gewesen, nit wissen, wie es darf zu sein, nor ēin Sach soll sie
     wissen, wie lieb zu hāben ihr Mann, welcher wet un' mus ihr Mann
     bleiben bis ihr Tōdt! Sie soll ihm lieben bei alle seine
     Unmenschlichkeit, bei sein Wildkeit, un' selbst wenn

And her tears flow quietly and fall on the words of her Prayer; she
holds her head buried on the Prayer-book and is ashamed to lift her
eyes, lest they meet some eyes that may recognize her shame which has
become as a spot upon her face....

       *       *       *       *       *

And precisely there where the poor widow had been standing thirty years
before and had looked every minute to catch a glimpse of her orphans, to
see whether they were praying, whether they were reciting the Hebrew
words, and had burst out in sobs when her eyes did not find that which
she had been looking for, there is standing to-day a young Jewess, and
she peeps through the curtain, and she does not know herself at whom she
is looking more, whether at her husband who is wildly gesticulating with
both his arms and his whole body, or at the young man who is also seated
at the Eastern wall not far from him and is praying as behooves a Jew
and is sitting quietly as behooves a man.

What thoughts are now rushing through her head! How many tears she has
shed since that day when the young man broke off his relations with her,
and the uncouth man had become her husband, her breadgiver! How many
wounds she has been carrying since then quietly and deeply buried in her
Jewish heart, and has been tortured by her own thoughts which crowd upon
her against her will, and which she has no strength to repel! And how
she now implores God that He may extinguish the sinful fire from her
sinful heart, that He may extinguish all that burns and boils within
her, that she should forget all that had been, that she should not know
how it ought to have been, that she should know but one thing, how to
love her husband, who is and must remain her husband until her death! To
love

     er schlāgt sie, soll sie nor allēin wissen, Ssonim sollen nit
     derfrēut wer'en un' sie soll alle ihre Pein far Gut können
     ānnehmen, wie Der, wās thēilt dem Gōrel ein jeder Ischo, hāt a
     jüdischer Frau geboten....

       *       *       *       *       *

     Un' es fliessen ihre Trähren auf dem ēigenem Ort, wu es hāben
     asölche Trähren gegossen mit dreissig Jāhr zurück vun a ganz ander
     Grund un' Quelle. Un' see fallen auf dieselbe Wörter vun Machser,
     wās jede jüdische Frau varstēht see andersch als die andere.

     Nor dort in Mairew-seit, nit weit vun Thür', wēinen die āreme
     jüdische Frauen äuch heunt mit dem ēigenem Nigen, mit dem ēigenem
     betrübten Harzen wie mit dreissig Jāhr zurück.

     Āremkeit, Hunger, Nōt un' Mangel hāben alle Māl ēin Ponim, ēin Tam
     un' ēin Ort bei der Thür. Asō sauer un' bitter dās Gewēin, wās
     kummt vun Niedergeschlāgene, is' a Māl gewesen, wet äuch ēbig sein.
     Alle Wünsche un' Gelüste vun Menschen wöllen sich überbeiten un'
     beiten sich, nor der Wunsch vun dem Hungerigen wet ēbig bleiben dās
     Stückele Brōt; die Gelüste vun dem Nōtbedürftigen wet äuch ēbig
     hēissen: Vun der Nōt befreit zu wer'en un' nit mehr zu wissen vun
     dem Tam, wās es hāt!...

     Un' dort bei der Thür stēhn itzt äuch nit wēniger Finstere,
     Ausgetruckente un Schofele, nebech, hören oder hören nit die
     Sāgerke un' wēinen, wie see zum Harzen is',--es is' Jonkiper.

     Nor in rechten mitten Misrach-wand, auf dem ēigenem Ort, wu die
     frumme Gütele hāt mit dreissig Jāhr zurück gedawent, seht män itzt
     äuch a choschewe Frau, korew zu fufzig Jāhr, sitzt still un'
     trauerig, wie a Derhargete, ihre Lippen varschlossen. Die Äugen
     kucken in offenem Korben-minche, nor see sehn die Wörter nit.

him with all his inhumanity, with all his uncouthness, and even when he
beats her, she alone to know it, lest her enemies be not rejoiced, and
that she may accept all her troubles in good spirits, just as He who
gives each woman her lot, has bidden a Jewish woman to do....

And her tears flow on the same spot where just such tears have flowed
thirty years before for another reason and from another source. And they
fall on the same words of the Prayer-book, which every Jewish woman
interprets in her own way.

Only at the Western wall, not far from the door, the poor women are
weeping to-day with the same intonation, with the same burdened heart as
thirty years ago.

       *       *       *       *       *

Poverty, hunger, misery, and want have always the same face, the same
appearance, and the same place at the door. Just as oppressive and as
bitter as the weeping that issues from the downtrodden has been before,
it will eternally be. All desires and longings will change and are
actually changing, but the want of the hungry will eternally remain a
piece of bread; the longings of the needy will eternally be: To be freed
from want and not to know the feeling thereof!...

       *       *       *       *       *

And there at the door there now stand just such gloomy, emaciated, and
dispirited women, who listen or do not listen to the Reader and weep out
of the fulness of their hearts,--it is the Atonement day.

In the very centre of the Eastern wall, in the same spot where the pious
Gütele had been praying thirty years before, one may even now discern a
woman, nigh unto fifty years, sitting quietly and sadly, like one struck
dead, with closely pressed lips. Her eyes look into the open
Prayer-book, but they do not see the words.


     Farwās wēint sie nit?

     Is' ihr asō gut zu Muth, as selbst Jonkiper känn sie ihr Harz nit
     zuthun, zu dermāhnen, as kēin Gut's is' nit ēbig un' der lebediger
     Mensch wēiss nit, wās morgen känn sein?

     Oder is' sie nit a jüdische Frau, a Frau vun a Mann un' Kinder, un'
     welche jüdische Frau hāt nit ergez ēine oder mehrere Ursachen,
     wegen wās Jonkiper zu betten un' a hēissen Trähr lāsen fallen?

       *       *       *       *       *

     Is' sie efscher asō hart un' asō schlecht, asō stolz un' vornehm
     bei sich, as ihr passt nit zu wēinen, Leut' sollen ihre Trähren nit
     sehn un' nit klähren, sie is gleich zu Allemen?

     Nēin! Chanele, "die Gute, die Kluge" is' ihr Namen,--ihre jetzt
     truckene Äugen sāgen noch Eedes, as see hāben in sejer Zeit viel,
     viel gewēeint; sie is' nit stolz un' schämt sich nit zu wēinen,
     bifrat Jonkiper, wās wēint sich memeele!

     Farwās-e wēint sie nit?

     Es kucken auf ihr viel Äugen un' wundern sich: Wās is' heunt mit
     ihr der Mähr mehr als alle Jāhr? Nor sie kuckt trucken, wie
     varstēinert, in ihr Ssider; nit sie wēint, nit sie dawent. A Pāar
     Māl hāt sie dās Vorhangel varbōgen, a Kuck gethun in männerscher
     Schul, sich bald zurück aweggesetzt un' jeder Māl alls traueriger
     un' beklemmter wie früher.

       *       *       *       *       *

     As der Chasen hāt āngehōben dawnen Mussaf, hāt sie noch a Māl a
     Kuck gethun durch dās Fensterl, die Äugen senen unruhig umgeloffen
     über der ganzer Schul,--sie hāt sich zurück aweggesetzt.

     "Er is' noch alls nitdā!" hāt ihr Harz geredt innerlich, "Zu Mussaf
     afile hāt er nit gekönnt kummen?

Why does she not weep?

Is she so happy that even on the day of Atonement she cannot prevail
over her heart to consider that no good is eternal, and mortal man does
not know what to-morrow may be?

Or is she not a Jewish woman, a woman having husband and children? and
where is there a Jewish woman that has not some one or more reasons for
weeping on the Atonement day, and shedding hot tears?

Is she, perhaps, so hard of heart and so bad, so haughty and conceited,
that she does not think it proper to weep, lest people should see her
tears and deem her equal with the others?

No! Chanele,--they call her the good, the wise Chanele,--her very dry
eyes are witness that she has wept much, very much in her time; she is
not proud and is not ashamed to weep, especially on the Atonement day,
when tears come of their own accord!

Why, then, does she not weep?

Many eyes are looking at her and wondering why she is so different from
other years, why she looks stolidly, like one turned to stone, into the
Prayer-book, why she is neither weeping nor praying. A few times she
pushed aside the curtain, looked down into the men's division, seated
herself again in her place and looked each time sadder and more
oppressed than before.

When the Precentor began to read the Mussaf-prayer, she once more peeped
through the window, her eyes ran restlessly over the whole synagogue,
and she went back to her seat.

"He has not come yet!" her heart spoke to her inwardly. "Even to the
Mussaf he could not come?

     Och, un' dās is' mein Kind, mein Bchor! Vun ihm hāb' ich dās asō
     viel Jessurim un' Schmerzen arübergetrāgen, bis ich hāb' ihm auf
     die Füss' gestellt!

     "Jā, mein Kind, mein Wund'! Ein ander Mutter wollt' ihm sein Gebēin
     varscholten, sie wollt' gesāgt: Nit du bist mein Suhn, nit ich bin
     dein Mutter,--ich känn es āber nit,--sei mir mōchel, Gott in
     Himmel, wās ich ruf' ihm noch "mein Kind, mein Suhn!"... O, ich
     känn bei Dir auf sich betten a Tōdt, āber nit auf mein
     Kind!--Strāf' mich, Ribōne-schel-ōlem, mich, sein sündige Mutter,
     efscher bin ich schuldig in dem, wās er is' vun rechten Weg arāb
     un' hāt Dich, lebediger Gott, vargessen un' hāt dein Tōre varlāsen
     un' thut dein Gebot nit? Jā, ich bin schuldig, ich hāb' ihm zu viel
     lieb geha't; wās er hāt gebeten, hāb' ich gethun; ich hāb' sich mit
     sein frummen Vāter ständig arumgekriegt, as er flegt ihm bestrāfen
     wöllen. Ich hāb' ihm ausgehodewet, wie er is', un' mich strāf' far
     ihm!"...

J. DIENESOHN.




XVII. AUF'N BUSEN VUN JAM

('Songs from the Ghetto,'[120] pp. 70-76)


    Der schrecklicher Wind, der gefährlicher Sturem,
    Er rangelt sich dort mit a Schiff auf 'n Meer;
    Er will sie zubrechen, un' sie mit Jessurim
    Schneid't durch alle Tiefeniss, krächzendig schwer.

    Es treschtschet der Mastbaum, der Segel, er zittert,
    Der rauschender Wasser is' mōredig tief;--
    Es kämpfen mit Zoren, es streiten varbittert
    Auf Tōdt un' auf Leben der Wind mit der Schiff.

Oh, and that is my child, my first-born! For his sake I have borne so
many privations and pains, that I might be able to place him on his
feet!

"Yes, my child, my sore vexation! Another mother would have cursed his
bones; she would have said: 'You are not my son, I am not your
mother,'--But I cannot do that,--forgive me, O Lord, that I still call
him 'my child, my son'!... Oh, I can ask for my death of You, but not
for the death of my child! Punish me, Lord of the Universe, me, his
sinful mother! Maybe I am to be blamed that he has departed from the
road of righteousness, and has forgotten You, O living God, and has
abandoned Your Law and does not do Your commandments! Yes, I am to be
blamed for it, I have loved him too much; I always did what he wanted me
to do; I have always quarrelled with his pious father when he wanted to
punish him. I have raised him such as he is, and do punish me for him!"...


XVII. ON THE BOSOM OF THE OCEAN

The terrible wind, the dangerous storm, is wrestling with a ship on the
ocean; it is trying to break her, but she in distress cuts through the
deep, groaning heavily.

The mast cracks, the sail trembles, frightful is the depth of the
roaring waters; the wind struggles desperately with the ship in a life
and death combat.

    Ot mus sie sich lēgen, ot mus sie sich stellen,
    Ot treibt es zurück ihr, ot treibt es varaus,--
    A Spielchel is' itzter die Schiff bei die Wellen,
    See schlingen sie ein un' see speien sie aus.

    Es laremt der Jam, un' es hēben sich Chwales;
    Es huzet, es pildert mit Schreck un' mit Graul;--
    Der Sturem, der Gaslen, will umbrengen Alles,
    Der Thom öffent auf sein varschlossene Maul.

    Es hören sich Süfzen, es hört sich ēin Beten,
    's is' grōss die Ssakone, 's is' schrecklich die Nōt,
    Un' Jederer bet't bei sein Gott, er soll retten,
    Befreien die Menschen vun sicheren Tōdt.

    Dās wēinen die Kinder, es klāgen die Weiber,
    Män schreit un' män is' sich miswade azünd:
    Es flatteren Sēelen, es zitteren Leiber
    Var Schreck var dem boesen, varnichtenden Wind.

    Doch unten, in Zwischendeck, sitzen zwēi Männer
    Ganz ruhig, see rührt nit der mindester Wēh;
    See suchen kēin Rettung, see klären kēin Pläner,
    Wie Alls wollt' sein sicher un' still arum see.

    Es laremt dās Wasser, die Wellen, see schäumen,
    Es wojet, es mojet meschune der Wind;
    Es ssappet der Kessel, es hužet der Kōmen;
    Doch unten die Zwēi, seht, see schweigen azünd.

    See kucken mit Kaltkeit dem Tōdt in die Äugen,
    See rührt nit dem Sturem's gefährliche Macht;
    Es scheint, as der Tōdt hāt allēin nor erzōgen
    See Bēiden, in Schreck un' in finsterer Nacht.

Now she must lie down, now again she must rise, now she is driven back,
now forward;--the ship is a plaything of the waves that swallow her up
and spit her out again.

The ocean roars, the billows rise, and lash, and thunder in awful
terror, the murderous storm wants to destroy everything,--the abyss
opens up its closed jaws.

There are heard sighs and prayers. Great is the danger and dreadful the
calamity,--and everybody prays to his God that He may save and liberate
the people from sure death.

Children weep, women wail; the people cry and confess their sins; souls
flutter, bodies tremble in terror of the angry, destructive wind.

But below, in the steerage, two men sit quietly; no pain assails them;
they seek no salvation, they make no plans, just as if all were safe and
calm about them.

The water roars, the billows foam; the wind whines and howls insanely;
the boiler gasps, the chimney buzzes,--but the men below, behold, they
are silent now!

They look coolly into the eyes of Death; the dangerous might of the
storm touches them not; it seems as though Death had reared the two in
terror and dark night.

    "Wer seid ihr, Unglückliche,--lässt es doch hören,--
    Wās können varschweigen die gwaldigste Nōt,
    Wās hāben kēin Süfzen, un' hāben kēin Trähren,
    Afile bei'm schrecklichen Thōer vun Tōdt?

    "Sāgt, hāben euch take nor Kworim geboren?
    Ihr lāsst gār kēin Elteren, Weib oder Kind,
    Zu wēinen auf euch, wenn ihr werd't dā varloren
    In tiefen, in schrecklichen Ābgrund azünd?

    "Wie? Lāsst ihr nit Kēinem, wās ihm soll vardriessen,
    Wās er soll wenn baenken, zu lāsen a Trähr,
    Wenn euch wet der nasser Bessōlem vargiessen,
    Wenn ihr wet dā kēin Māl zurückkehren mehr?

    "Wie? Hā't ihr kēin Vāterland gār, kēin Medine,
    Kēin Hēim, wu zu kummen, kēin freundliche Stub',
    Wās ihr hā't behalten in sich asa Ssine
    Zum Leben un' wart't auf der finsterer Grub'?

    "Ihr hā't gār nit Kēinem in Himmel dort ōben,
    Zu wemen zu schreien, wenn ihr seid in Zar?
    Ihr hā't gār kēin Volk nit, ihr hā't gār kēin Gläuben?
    Varlorene, wās is' mit euch far a Gsar?"

    Es gänezt der Ābgrund, es brausen die Inden,
    Es krachen die Leiters vun Schiff, un' es trāgt,
    Es hulet der Sturem, es pfeifen die Winden,
    Un' Ēiner hāt endlich mit Trähren gesāgt:

    "Der schwarzer Bessōlem is' nit unser Mutter,
    Nit is' unser Wiegel der Keewer gewe'n;--
    Es hāt uns geboren a Malach a guter,
    A teuere Mutter, mit Liebe varsehn.

"Who are you, wretched ones, tell me, that you can suppress the most
terrible sufferings, that you have no sighs and no tears even at the
awful gates of Death?

"Say, have, indeed, graves brought you forth? Do you leave behind you no
parents, no wife, no child who will lament you when you are lost here in
the deep and dreadful abyss?

"How? Have you no one to be sorry for you, to long for you, or shed a
tear, when the wet cemetery will cover you, when you will no more return
to this earth?

"How? Have you no fatherland, no country, no home where to go to, no
friendly house, that you bear such a contempt for life, and are waiting
for the dark grave?

"Have you no one in heaven above to whom to cry when you are in trouble?
Have you no nation, have you no faith? Miserable ones, what is your
fate?"

The abyss yawns, the waves bellow, the shipladders crack, the storm
rages madly, the winds whistle,--and finally one says in tears:

"The black cemetery is not our mother, the grave has not been our
cradle; a good angel has borne us, a dear mother, endowed with love.

    "Es hāt uns gepjestet a Mame, erzōgen
    A zärtliche, wareme, freundliche Brust;
    Gekichelt un' ständig gekuckt in die Äugen
    Hāt uns äuch a Vāter, un' lieblich gekusst.

    "Mir hāben a Haus, nor män hāt sie zubrochen,
    Un' unsere hēiligste Sachen varbrennt,
    Die Liebste un' Beste varwandelt in Knochen,
    Die Letzte varjāgt mit gebundene Händ'.

    "Män kenn' unser Land, o, sie lāsst sich derkennen:
    Durch Jāgen, durch Schlāgen nit werendig müd',
    Durch wilde Pogromen, durch Brechen, durch Brennen,
    Durch Suchen dem Tōdt far dem elenden Jüd.

    "Un' mir seinen Jüden, varwogelte Jüden,
    Ohn' Freund un' ohn' Frēuden, ohn' Hoffnung auf Glück.--
    Nit frägt mehr, o, frägt nit, o, seht, lāsst zufrieden!
    Amerika treibt uns nāch Russland zurück,

    "Nāch Russland, vun wannen mir seinen antloffen,
    Nāch Russland derfar, wās mir hāben kēin Geld;
    Auf wās bleibt uns itzter zu warten, zu hoffen?
    Wās täug' uns dās Leben, die finstere Welt?

    "Ihr hā't wās zu wēinen, ihr hā't wās zu brummen,
    Ihr hā't wās zu schrecken sich itzt far dem Tōdt,
    Ihr hā't gewiss Alle a Hēim, wu zu kummen,
    Un' fāhrt vun Amerika äuch nit aus Nōt.

    "Doch mir seinen Elende, gleich zu die Stēiner:
    Die Erd' is' zu schlecht, uns zu schenken an Ort--
    Mir fāhren, doch leider, es wart't auf uns Kēiner,
    Erklärt mir, ich bet' euch, wu reisen mir fort!

"A mother has fondled us, a tender, warm, friendly breast has nurtured
us; a father, too, has stroked us and looked into our eyes, and kissed
us tenderly.

"We have a house, but it has been destroyed, and our holy things have
been burned; our dearest and best have been turned into bones, and those
who survive have been driven away with fettered hands.

"You know our country; it is easily recognized by its unceasing baiting
and beating, by its cruel riots, its ruthless destruction, and dealing
death to the wretched Jew.

"Yes, we are Jews, miserable Jews, without friends or joys, without
hopes or happiness. Oh, ask us no more, ask no more, oh, leave us in
peace! America drives us back to Russia,

"To Russia, whence we have run away, to Russia, because we have no
money. What is there left for us to expect, to hope for? Of what good is
life, and the gloomy world to us?

"You have something to weep for; you have reason to murmur and to be
afraid of Death! You have, no doubt, a home where to go to, and you have
left America not from necessity.

"But we are forlorn and alone like a rock. Earth is too mean to give us
a resting-place; we are voyaging, but, unfortunately, no one waits for
us. Explain to me, pray, whither we are bound!

    "Soll sturmen der Wind, soll er brummen mit Zoren,
    Soll sieden, soll kochen, soll rauschen der Grund!
    Denn 's sei wie 's sei seinen mir Jüden varloren,
    Der Jam nor varlöscht unser brennende Wund'...."
              M. ROSENFELD.




XVIII. BONZJE SCHWEIG'

(_Literatur un' Leben_, pp. 11-22)


     Dā, auf der Welt, hāt Bonzje Schweig's Tōdt gār kēin Rōschem nischt
     gemacht! Frägt Emizen becheerem, wer Bonzje is' gewesen, wie asō er
     hāt gelebt, auf wās er is' gestorben! Zu hāt in ihm dās Harz
     geplatzt, zu die Kōches senen ihm ausgegangen, oder der Marchbēin
     hāt sich übergebrochen unter a schwerer Last ... wer wēisst?
     Efscher is' er gār var Hunger gestorben!

     A Ferd in Tramwaj soll fallen, wollt' män sich mehr interessirt, es
     wollten Zeitungen geschrieben, hunderter Menschen wollten vun alle
     Gassen geloffen un' die Neweele bekuckt, betracht't afile dem Ort,
     wu die Mapole is' gewe'n....

       *       *       *       *       *

     Nor dās Ferd in Tramwaj wollt' äuch die S-chie nischt geha't, es
     soll sein tausend Milljon Ferd' wie Menschen!

     Bonzje hāt still gelebt un' is' still gestorben; wie a Schatten is'
     er durch durch unser Welt.

     Auf Bonzje's Bris hāt man kēin Wein nischt getrunken, es hāben kēin
     Kōsses geklungen. Zu Barmizwe hāt er kēin klingendige Drosche
     nischt gesāgt ... gelebt hāt er wie a gro, klēin Kerndel Samd beim
     Breg vun'm Jam, zwischen Milljonen seins Gleichen; un' as der Wind
     hāt ihm aufgehōben un' auf der anderer Seit Jam arüber gejāgt, hāt
     es Kēiner nischt bemerkt.

     Beim Leben hāt die nasse Blote kēin Schlad vun sein

"Let storm the wind, let it howl in anger: let the deep seethe, and
boil, and roar! However it be, we Jews are lost, the ocean alone can
allay our burning wound...."


XVIII. BONTSIE SILENT

Here, in this world, the death of Bontsie Silent produced no impression.
You will ask in vain who Bontsie was, how he lived, and what caused his
death. Did his heart burst, did his strength give out, or were his bones
crushed under a heavy load ... who knows? Maybe, after all, he died of
starvation!

       *       *       *       *       *

There would have been displayed more interest if it had been a
street-car horse that had fallen dead. Newspapers would have reported
about it, hundreds of people would have congregated from all the streets
to look at the carcass and even to survey the spot where the accident
had occurred!

But even the street-car horse would not be honored in such a
distinguished way if there were as many millions of them in existence as
there are men.

Bontsie had lived quietly, and he died quietly. He passed through the
world like a shadow.

No wine was drunk on the day of Bontsie's circumcision; no cups were
clinked. At his confirmation he made no flowery speech ... he lived like
a small, yellow grain of sand on the seashore, among millions of its
kind, and no one noticed how the wind lifted it up and carried it on the
other side of the Ocean.

       *       *       *       *       *

In his lifetime the wet mud kept no impression of his

     Fuss nischt behalten; nāch'n Tōdt hāt der Wind dās klēine Brettel
     vun sein Keewer umgeworfen, un' dem Kabren's Weib hāt es gefun'en
     weit vun Keewer un' derbei a Töppel Kartoffles ābgekocht.... Es is'
     drei Täg' nāch Bonzje's Tōdt, frägt dem Kabren becheerem, wu er hāt
     ihm gelēgt!

     Wollt' Bonzje chotsch a Mazeewe geha't, wollt' efscher über hundert
     Jāhr sie an Alterthumsforscher gefun'en un' Bonzje Schweig wollt'
     noch a Māl übergeklungen in unser Luft.

     A Schātten, sein Photographje is' nischt geblieben bei Kēinem in
     Harz; es is' vun ihm kēin Seecher in Kēinem's Mōach nischt
     geblieben!

     "Kēin Kind, kēin Rind,"--elend gelebt, elend gestorben!

     Wenn nischt dās menschliche Geruder, wollt' efscher Emizer a Māl
     gehört, wie Bonzje's Marchbein hāt unter der Masse geknackt: wollt'
     die Welt mehr Zeit geha't, wollt' Emizer efscher a Māl bemerkt, as
     Bonzje (äuch a Mensch) hāt lebedigerhēit zwēi ausgeloschene Äugen
     un' schrecklich eingefallene Backen; as afile wenn er hāt gār schōn
     kēin Masse nit auf die Pleezes, is' ihm äuch der Kopp zu der Erd'
     gebōgen, gleich er wollt' lebedigerhēit sein Keewer gesucht!
     Wollten asō wēnig Menschen wie Ferd in Tramwaj gewesen, wollt'
     efscher a Māl Emizer gefrägt: Wu is' Bonzje ahin gekummen?

     Wenn män hāt Bonzjen in Spital areingeführt, is' sein Winkel in
     Suterine nischt lēdig geblieben,--es hāben derauf zehn
     Seins-gleichen gewart't, un' zwischen sich dem Winkel "In-pljum"
     lizitirt; wenn män hāt'n vun Spitalbett in Tōtenstübel arein
     getrāgen, hāben auf'n Bett zwanzig āreme Chaluim gewart't.... Wenn
     er is' araus vun Tōtenstübel, hāt män zwanzig Harugim vun unter ēin
     eingefallen Haus gebrengt,--wer

footsteps; after his death the wind threw down the small board over his
grave, and the grave-digger's wife found it far away from the mound and
made a fire with it over which she boiled a pot of potatoes.... It is
but three days since Bontsie's death, but you will ask in vain of the
grave-digger where he has laid him at rest!

If Bontsie had had a tombstone, an archæologist might have found it a
hundred years later, and Bontsie's name would have resounded again in
our atmosphere.

He was but a shadow: his picture does not live in anybody's heart; his
memory does not exist in anybody's mind!

He left no child, no possessions! He had lived in misery, and he died in
misery.

Had it not been for the noise of the crowd, some one might have heard
the snapping of Bontsie's bones under a heavy burden; if the world had
had more time, some one might have noticed that Bontsie's eyes were dim
and his eyes frightfully sunken for one alive; that even when he carried
no load on his shoulders, his head was bent to the ground as if he were
looking for the grave! If there were as few people as there are horses
in the street cars, some one might, perhaps, have asked: What has become
of Bontsie?

       *       *       *       *       *

When Bontsie was taken to the hospital, his corner in the basement was
not left unoccupied; ten people of his sort had been waiting for it, and
it was auctioned off to the highest bidder; when they carried him from
the hospital bed to the morgue, twenty poor people were waiting for his
bed. When he left the morgue, they brought in twenty people who had been
killed by a falling wall.... Who knows how long he will rest

     wēisst, wie lang er wet ruhig wōhnen in Keewer? Wer wēisst, wieviel
     es warten schōn auf dem Stückel Platz....

     Still gebōren, still gelebt, still gestorben un' noch stiller
     begrāben.

     Nor nischt asō is' gewesen auf jener Welt! Dorten hat Bonzje's Tōdt
     a grōssen Rōschem gemacht!

     Der grōsser Schōfer vun Moschiach's Zeiten hāt geklungen in alle
     sieben Himmlen: Bonzje Schweig is' nifter gewor'en! Die grösste
     Malochim mit die brēit'ste Flügel senen geflōgen un' Ēiner dem
     Anderen übergegeben: Bonzje is' "nischbakesch" gewor'en "bischiwo
     schel majlo"! In Ganeeden is' a Rasch, a Ssimche, a Geruder:
     "Bonzje Schweig! A Spass Bonzje Schweig!!!"

     Junge Malochimlech mit brilljantene Aeugelech, goldene
     drāht-arbeitene Flügelech un' silberene Pantöffelech senen Bonzjen
     ankegen geloffen mit Ssimche! Der Gerasch vun die Flügel, dās
     Klappen vun die Pantöffelech un' dās froehliche Lachen vun die
     junge, frische, rosige Maülechlech hāt verfüllt alle Himmlen un'
     is' zugekummen bis zum Kisse-ha-kowed, un' Gott allēin hāt äuch
     schōn gewusst, as Bonzje Schweig kummt!

     Awrohom Owinu hāt sich in Thōer vun Himmel gestellt, die rechte
     Hand ausgestellt zum brēiten "Scholem-aleechem!" un' a süsser
     Schmēichel scheint asō hell auf sein alten Ponim!

     Wās rädelt asō in Himmel?

     Dās hāben zwēi Malochim in Ganeeden arein far Bonzje's wegen a
     gingoldene Vāterstuhl auf Rädlech geführt!

     Wās hāt asō hell geblitzt?

     Dās hāt män durchgeführt a goldene Krōn', mit die theuerste Stēiner
     gesetzt! All's far Bonzjen!

quietly in his grave? Who knows how many are already waiting for his
place?

       *       *       *       *       *

Born quietly, lived quietly, died quietly, and still more quietly
buried!

But matters went differently in the other world! There Bontsie's death
produced a sensation!

The sound of Moses' ram's horn was heard in all the seven heavens:
Bontsie Silent has died! The greatest angels, with the broadest wings,
were flying about and announcing the news to each other: Bontsie has
been summoned before the Judgment Seat! There is a noise, an excitement,
a joy in Heaven: Bontsie Silent! Just think of it,--Bontsie Silent!!!

Young little angels with sparkling eyes, gold-worked wings, and silver
slippers rushed out to receive Bontsie with joy! The buzzing of their
wings, the clatter of their slippers, and the merry laughter of the
young, fresh, and rosy little mouths filled the heavens and reached the
Seat of Honor, and God himself knew that Bontsie Silent was coming!

Father Abraham placed himself at the gate of Heaven, and he stretched
out his right hand for a friendly "Peace be with you!" and a sweet smile
lit up his old face!

       *       *       *       *       *

What are they rolling there in Heaven?

Two angels are rolling into Paradise an armchair of pure gold on wheels
for Bontsie!

       *       *       *       *       *

What caused that lightning?

They are carrying a golden crown, all set in the most precious stones!
All for Bontsie!


     --Noch var'n Psak vun Bess-din-schel-majle? frägen die Zadikim
     verwundert un' nischt gār ohn' Kine.

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Oh! entwern die Malochim, dās wet sein a proste, puste Forme!
     Gegen Bonzje Schweig wet afile der Katēgor kēin Wort in Maul nischt
     gefin'en! Die Djele wet dauern fünf Minut!

     Ihr spielt sich mit Bonzje Schweig?

       *       *       *       *       *

     As die Malochimlech hāben Bonzjen gechappt in der Luft un'
     ābgespielt ihm a Semer; as Awrohom Owinu hāt ihm wie an alten
     Kamrat die Hand geschockelt; as er hāt gehört, as sein Stuhl is'
     grēit in Ganeeden; as auf sein Kopp wart't a Krōn', as in
     Bess-din-schel-majle wet män über ihm kēin übrig Wort nischt
     reden,--hāt Bonzje, gleich wie auf jener Welt, geschwiegen var
     Schreck! Es is' ihm dās Harz entgangen. Er is' sicher, as dās mus
     sein a Cholem, oder a proster Toes!

     Er is' Bēide gewōhnt! Nischt ēin Māl hāt sich ihm auf jener Welt
     gecholemt, as er klaubt Geld auf der Podloge, ganze Ōzres liegen
     ... un' hāt sich aufgechappt noch a grösserer Kabzen wie
     nächten.... Nischt ēin Māl hāt män in'm a Toes gehāt, es hāt ihm
     Emiz zugeschmēichelt, a gut Wort gesāgt un' bald sich übergedrēht
     un' ausgespiegen....

     --Mein Masel, tracht er, is' schōn asō!

     Un' er hāt Mōre, die Äugen aufzuhēben, der Cholem soll nischt
     verschwunden wer'en; er soll sich nischt aufchappen ergez in a
     Hoehl' zwischen Schlangen un' Egdissen! Er hāt Mōre vun Maul a
     Klang arauszulāsen, a Tnue mit an Eewer zu machen,--män soll ihm
     nischt derkennen un' nischt awegschleudern auf Kaf-hakal....

     Er zittert un' hört nit die Malochim's Komplimenten,

"What? Even before the sentence of the Supreme Court has been passed?"
the saints ask not without envy.

"Oh!" answer the angels, "that will be a mere formality. The Prosecuting
Attorney himself will find no words against Bontsie! The case will last
but five minutes!"

Bontsie Silent--that's no trifling matter!

       *       *       *       *       *

As the angels carried Bontsie through the air and played sweet tunes to
him; as Father Abraham shook his hand like that of an old comrade; as he
heard that his chair was ready for him in Paradise, that a crown was
waiting for his head, that no trifling words would be spoken against him
before the Supreme Court,--Bontsie was frightened into silence just as
in the other world! His heart failed him. He was sure that this was but
a dream, or a mere mistake!

He had been used to both. Many a time he had dreamed in the other world
of picking up money from the floor where fortunes were lying.... More
than once they had mistaken him for some one else; they had smiled at
him, had said a good word, and then had turned aside, and spit out....

       *       *       *       *       *

"That's just my luck!" thought he.

And he is afraid to raise his eyes for fear that the dream would
disappear, that he should not awaken somewhere in a cave full of
serpents and lizards. He is afraid to utter a sound, to move a limb,
lest he be recognized and hurled to perdition.

       *       *       *       *       *

He trembles and does not hear the compliments of

     seht nischt sejer Arumtanzen arum ihm, er entwert nischt Awrohom
     Owinu auf'n herzlichen Scholem-aleechem, un'--geführt zum
     Bess-din-schel-majle, sāgt er ihm kein "Gut Morgen" nischt....

     Bonzje is' ausser sich var Schreck!

     Un' sein schreckliche Schreck is' noch grösser gewor'en as er hāt,
     nischt willendig, unter seine Füss' dersehn die Podloge vun
     Bess-din-schel-majle. Ssame Alabaster mit Brilljanten! "Auf asa
     Podloge stēhen meine Füss'!" Er wert in Ganzen verstarrt. "Wer
     wēisst, welchen Gwir, welchen Row, welchen Zadik män mēint ... er
     wet kummen, wet sein mein finsterer Ssof!"

     Var Schreck hāt er afile nit gehört, wie der Präses hāt befeeresch
     ausgerufen: "Die Djele vun Bonzje Schweig!" un', derlangendig dem
     Meeliz-jōscher die Akten, gesāgt: "Les', nor bekizer!"

     Mit Bonzjen drēht sich der ganzer Salon, es rauscht ihm in die
     Ōheren, nor in'm Gerausch hört er alle Māl scharfer un' scharfer
     dem Malech-meeliz's süss Kol wie a Fiedel:

     --Sein Nāmen, hört er, hāt ihm gepasst, wie zum schlank Leib a
     Klēid vun an Artist a Schneider's Hand."

     --Wās redt er? frägt sich Bonzje, un' er hört, wie an umgeduldig
     Kol hackt ihm über un' sāgt:

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Nor ohn' Mescholim!

     --Er hāt kēin Māl, hēbt weiter ān der Meeliz-jōscher, auf Kēinem
     nischt geklāgt, nischt auf Gott, nischt auf Leut'; in sein Äug' hāt
     kēin Māl nischt aufgeflammt kēin Funk' Ssine, er hāt es kēin Māl
     nischt aufgehōben mit a Pretensje zum Himmel.

     Bonzje verstēht weiter nischt a Wort, un' dās harte Kol schlāgt
     weiter über:

the angels, does not see their dancing around him, does not reply to
Father Abraham's hearty "Peace be with you!" and being led before the
Supreme Court he does not say "Good morning" to them.

Bontsie is beside himself with terror.

And his terrible fear is still increased when by accident he notices the
floor of the Court Hall under his feet. Pure alabaster and brilliants!
"On such a floor do my feet tread!" He grows stiff with fright. "Who
knows what rich man, what Rabbi, what saint they mean!... I shall fare
ill when he will come!"

       *       *       *       *       *

In his terror he did not even hear the Presiding Officer's call: "The
case of Bontsie Silent!" and his saying to the Advocate, as he handed
him the documents: "Read, but be short!"

The whole hall is turning around with Bontsie, there is a din in his
ears, and through it he can distinguish more sharply and more sharply
the voice of the Advocate as sweet as a violin:

"His name," he hears him saying, "has fit him like an artist-tailor's
gown on a graceful body."

"What is he talking about?" Bontsie asks himself. And he hears an
impatient voice interrupting him, and saying:

"Pray, without similes!"

"He has never, proceeds the Advocate, complained against any one,
neither against God nor against man! There has never flamed up a spark
of hatred in his eyes; he has never uplifted them with any pretensions
to Heaven."

Bontsie again does not understand a word, and the harsh voice interrupts
him:


     --Ohn' Retorik!

     --Iow hāt nischt ausgehalten, er is' umglücklicher gewesen--

     --Fakten, truckene Fakten! ruft noch umgeduldiger der Präses.

     --Zu acht Tāg' hāt men ihm male gewesen--

     --Nor ohn' Realism!

     --A Mōhel, a Fuscher hāt dās Blut nit verhalten--

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Weiter!

     --Er hāt alls geschwiegen, führt weiter der Meeliz-jōscher, afile
     wenn die Mutter is' ihm gestorben un' er hāt zu dreizehn Jāhr a
     Stiefmame bekummen ... a Stiefmame--a Schlang, a Marschaas....

     --Mēint man doch efscher fort mich? tracht Bonzje.

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Ohn' Insinuazjes auf dritte Personen, boesert sich der Präses.

     --Sie flegt ihm žalewen dem Bissen ... ēher-nächtig verschimmelt
     Brōt ... Hāar-flachs far Flēisch ... un' sie hāt Kawe mit Schmetten
     getrunken--

     --Zu der Sach'--schreit der Präses.

     --Sie hāt ihm far dās kēin Nägel nischt gekargt un' sein
     blo-un'-blo Leib flegt arauskucken vun alle Löcher vun seine
     verschimmelt-zurissene Klēider.... Winter, in die grösste Fröst',
     hāt er ihr bārwess auf'n Hōf Holz gehackt, un' die Händ' senen zu
     jung un' schwach gewesen, die Klötzlech zu dick, die Hack zu
     stumpig ... nischt ēin Māl hāt er sich die Händ' vun die Stawes
     ausgelenkt, nischt ēin Māl hāt er sich die Füss' ābgefrōren, nor
     geschwiegen hāt er afile sich var'n Vāter--

     --Var'n Schiker! lacht arein der Katēgor, un' Bonzje werd kalt in
     alle Eewrim--

"Please, without rhetoric!"

"Job did not endure, but he has been more unfortunate--"

"Facts! Dry facts!" the President calls out more impatiently.

"On the eighth day he was circumcised--"

"Pray, without realism!"

"The surgeon was a quack, and he did not stanch the blood."

"Go on!"

"He was always silent," the Advocate proceeds, "even when his mother
died, and he got upon his thirteenth year a stepmother ... a
stepmother--a snake, a witch."

"Maybe he really means me?" Bontsie thinks to himself.

"Leave out insinuations against third persons!" says the President,
angrily.

"She begrudged him every morsel.... Musty bread, three days old ...
tendons for meat ... and she drank coffee with cream...."

"Let's come to business!" cries the President.

"And she did not spare him her finger nails, and his blue-and-black body
peeped through all the holes of his musty clothes.... In winter, in the
severest frosts, he chopped wood for her in his bare feet, and his hands
were too young and too weak, the blocks too large, the axe too dull....
More than once he had sprained his wrists, more than once he had frozen
his feet, but he was silent, and even to his father--"

       *       *       *       *       *

"The drunkard!" the Prosecuting Attorney laughs out loud, and a shiver
passes over Bontsie's body.


     --Nischt geklāgt,--endigt der Meeliz-jōscher dem Satz.

     --Un' ständig elend, führt er weiter, kēin Chawer, kēin
     Talmud-tōre, kēin Cheeder, kēin Schkole ... kēin ganz Beged ...
     kēin freie Minut--

     --Fakten! ruft weiter der Präses.

     --Er hāt geschwiegen afile später, wenn der Vāter hāt'n schikerhēit
     a Māl āngechappt bei die Hāar un' in Mitten a schneewindiger
     Winternacht arausgeworf en van Stub'! Er hāt sich still aufgehōben
     vun Schnee un' is' entloffen, wu die Äugen hāben ihm getrāgen....

     Auf'n ganzen Weg hāt er geschwiegen ... beim grössten Hunger hāt er
     nor mit die Äugen gebettelt.

     Erscht in a schwindeldige, nasse Wjosne-nacht is' er in a grōsse
     Stādt areingekummen; er is' arein wie a Troppen in a Jam un' doch
     hāt er die ēigene Nacht in Kose genächtigt.... Er hāt geschwiegen,
     nischt gefrägt far wās, far wenn? Er is' araus un' die schwerste
     Arbēit gesucht! Nor er hāt geschwiegen!

     Noch schwerer far der Arbeit is' gewesen sie zu gefin'en,--er hāt
     geschwiegen!

     Bādendig sich in kalten Schwēiss, zusammengedrückt unter der
     schwerster Last, beim grössten Krampf vun'm lēdigen Māgen, hāt er
     geschwiegen!

     Bespritzt vun fremder Blote, bespiegen vun fremde Maüler, gejāgt
     vun Trotuaren mit der schwerster Last arāb in Gassen zwischen
     Droschkes, Kareten un' Tramwajs, kuckendig jede Minut dem Tōdt in
     die Äugen arein,--hāt er geschwiegen!

     Er hāt kēin Māl nischt übergerechent, wieviel vun Masse es kummt
     aus auf a Groschen, wieviel Māl er is' gefallen bei jeden Gang far
     a Dreier, wieviel Māl er hāt schier nischt die Neschome
     ausgespiegen, māhnendig sein Verdienst, er hāt nischt gerechent,
     nischt sein, nischt Jenem's Masel, nor geschwiegen!

"He did not complain!" the Advocate concludes his sentence.

"And eternally alone, he proceeds,--no friend, no religious instruction,
no school ... not a whole garb ... not a free minute!"

"Stick to facts!" calls out the President.

"He was silent even later, when his father, in a drunken fit, once
grabbed him by his hair and kicked him out of the house into a stormy
winter night. He quietly picked himself up and ran whither his eyes
carried him.

"He was silent on his whole journey ... in the greatest frost he begged
only with his eyes.

"In a nasty, wet spring night he arrived in a large city; he fell in
like a drop in the Ocean, and yet he passed that very night in the
police jail.... He was silent, did not ask why. He came out of it, and
looked for the hardest work! And he was all the time silent.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Much harder than the work was the finding of the same,--and he was
silent.

"Bathing in cold sweat, bent under the heaviest burdens, during the
severest cramps of his empty stomach,--he was silent!

"Besmutted by strangers' mud, bespit by strangers' mouths, driven with
his heavy load from the sidewalks into the streets among buggies,
coaches, and street cars, looking every moment into the eyes of
death,--he was silent!

"He never calculated how many pounds of load came to every penny, how
many times he stumbled on every three kopeks' errand, how many times he
almost exhaled his soul collecting his pay; he did not beseech or
curse,--he only was silent!


     Sein ēigen Verdienst hāt er nischt hōch gemāhnt. Wie a Bettler hāt
     er sich bei der Thür gestellt, un' in die Äugen hāt sich a
     hüntische Bakosche gemālt! "Kumm' später!" un' er is' wie a
     Schātten still verschwunden gewor'en, kedee später noch stiller
     auszubettlen sein Verdienst!

     Er hāt afile geschwiegen, wenn män flegt ihm ābreissen vun sein
     Verdienst, oder ihm areinzuwarfen a falsche Matbeje ... er hāt alls
     geschwiegen....

     --Mēint män doch take mich! troest't sich Bonzje.

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Ēin Māl, führt weiter der Meeliz-jōscher noch a Trunk Wasser, is'
     in sein Leben a Schinui gewor'en ... es is' durchgeflōgen a Kotsch
     mit gummene Räder mit zuploschete Ferd' ... der Schmeisser is'
     schōn lang vun weitens gelegen mit a zuspaltenem Kopp auf'n Bruk
     ... vun die derschrockene Ferd's Maüler spritzt der Schaum, vun
     unter die Podkowes jāgen sich Funken, wie vun Lokomotiw, die Äugen
     blischtschen wie brennendige Sturkatzen in a finsterer Nacht,--un'
     in Kotsch sitzt nischt tōt, nischt lebedig, a Mensch.

     Bonzje hāt die Ferd' verhalten!

     Der Gerateweter is' gewesen a Jüd, a Balzdoke, un' hāt Bonzjen die
     Tōwe nischt vergessen.

     Er hāt ihm dem Gehargenten's Kelnje übergegeben; Bonzje is' a
     Schmeisser gewor'en! Noch mehr,--er hāt ihm Chassene gemacht, noch
     mehr,--er hāt ihm afile mit a Kind versorgt,--un' Bonzje hāt alls
     geschwiegen!

     --Mich mēint män, mich! befestigt sich Bonzje in der Deje, un' hāt
     sich die Hose nischt, an Äug' zu warfen auf'n
     Bess-din-schel-majle....

     Er hört sich weiter ein zum Malech-meeliz:

"He did not ask loud for his pay. Like a mendicant he stood at the door
with a doglike prayer in his eyes. 'Come later!' and he disappeared
quietly like a shadow, in order to ask later still more quietly for his
dues!

       *       *       *       *       *

"He was silent even when they knocked off something from his pay, or
paid him in a counterfeit coin ... he was silent...."

"It seems they really mean me!" Bontsie consoles himself.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Once," proceeds the Advocate, after taking a drink of water, "there
came a change in his life ... a coach with rubber wheels and frightened
horses rushed by ... the driver lay way back on the pavement with his
head split open ... foam spurted from the mouths of the frightened
horses, and sparks flew from under their feet, as from a locomotive;
their eyes sparkled like glowing coals in a dark night,--and in the
coach there was sitting, more dead than alive, a man!

       *       *       *       *       *

"Bontsie stopped the runaway.

"The person thus saved was a Jew, a charitable man, and he did not
forget Bontsie's kindness.

"He transferred to him the seat of the killed man; Bontsie became a
driver! More than that,--he got him married; still more, he provided him
with a child ... and Bontsie kept silent all the time!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"They mean me, they mean me!" Bontsie strengthens himself in his belief,
and he has no courage to raise his eyes on the Supreme Judge.

He listens again to the Advocate.


     --Er hāt geschwiegen afile, wenn sein Baltōwe hāt in Kurzen
     bankrottirt un' ihm sein S-chires äuch.... Er hāt geschwiegen
     afile, wenn dās Weib is' ihm entloffen un' übergelāst ihm a Kind
     vun der Brust....

     Er hāt geschwiegen afile mit fufzehn Jāhr später, wenn dās Kind is'
     aufgewachsen un' genug stark gewesen,--Bonzjen arauszuwarfen vun
     Stub'....

     --Mich mēint män, mich! frēut sich Bonzje.

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Er hāt afile geschwiegen, hēbt ān wēicher un' traueriger der
     Malech-meeliz, wenn der ēigener Baltōwe hāt sich mit Alle
     ausgegleicht, nor ihm kēin Groschen S-chires nischt
     zurückgegeben,--un' afile demelt, wenn er is' Bonzjen (weiter
     fāhrendig auf a Kotsch mit gummene Räder un' Ferd' wie Loeben)
     übergefāhren....

     --Er hāt alls geschwiegen! Er hāt afile der Polizēi nischt gesāgt,
     wer es hāt ihm zurecht gemacht....

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Er hāt geschwiegen afile in Spital, wu män mäg schōn schreien!

     Er hāt geschwiegen afile, wenn der Doktor hāt ohn' fufzehn Kop.
     nischt gewollt zu'n ihm zugēhn, un' der Wächter ohn' fünf
     Kop.--tauschen die Wäsch'!

     Er hāt geschwiegen beim Gōssen, er hāt geschwiegen in der letzter
     Rege, beim Starben....

     Kēin Wort gegen Gott, kēin Wort gegen Leut'! Dixi!

       *       *       *       *       *

     Bonzje hēbt ān weiter zu zittern auf'n ganzen Leib. Er wēisst, as
     nāch'n Meeliz-jōscher gēht der Katēgor. Wer wēisst, wās der wet
     sāgen? Er allēin hāt sein ganz Leben nischt gedenkt, noch auf jener
     Welt hāt er jede Minut die früherdige vergessen ... der
     Meeliz-jōscher

"He was silent even when his benefactor became bankrupt and did not pay
him his wages.... He was silent even when his wife ran away and left him
with a nursing babe....

"He was silent even fifteen years later when the child grew up, and was
strong enough to throw Bontsie out of doors...."

"They mean me, they mean me!" Bontsie says joyfully.

"He was silent," the Advocate begins again with a softer and sadder
voice, "when his benefactor resumed business, but did not pay him a
cent, and even then, when he ran over him, again riding in a carriage
with rubber tires, and horses like lions.

       *       *       *       *       *

"He was all that time silent! He did not even tell the police who had
maimed him so.

       *       *       *       *       *

"He was silent even in the hospital, where one may cry!

"He was silent even when the doctor would not come to him unless he was
paid fifteen kopeks, and the janitor would not change his shirt without
five kopeks!

"He was silent during the last moments of his life, he was silent in his
death agony....

"Not a word against God, not a word against man! Dixi!"

       *       *       *       *       *

Bontsie begins again to tremble in his whole body. He knows that after
the Advocate comes the Prosecuting Attorney. Who knows what he will say?
He himself had never, during his whole life, preserved the memory of
anything ... in the other world, he forgot

     hāt ihm All's dermāhnt ... wer wēisst, wās der Katēgor wet ihm
     dermāhnen!

       *       *       *       *       *

     --Rabōssai! hēbt ān a scharf-stichedig, brühendig Kol--

     Nor er hackt āb--

     --Rabōssai! hēbt er noch a Māl ān, nor wēicher un' hackt weiter āb.

     Endlich hört sich, vun dem ēigenem Hals araus, a wēich Kol, wie a
     Putter:

     --Rabōssai! Er hāt geschwiegen! Ich will äuch schweigen!

     Es werd still, un' vun vorent hört sich a neue wēiche, zitterdige
     Stimme:

     --Bonzje, mein Kind Bonzje! ruft es wie a Harfe.... Mein harzig
     Kind Bonzje! In Bonzjen zuwēint sich dās Harz ... er wollt' schōn
     die Äugen geöffent, nor see senen verfinstert vun Trähren.... Es
     is' ihm asō süss-wēinendig kēin Māl nischt gewesen.... "Mein Kind,"
     "Mein Bonzje,"--seit die Mutter is' gestorben, hāt er asa Kol un'
     asōne Wörter nischt gehört--

     --Mein Kind! führt weiter der Ow-bess-din,--du hāst alls gelitten
     un' geschwiegen! Es is' nischt dā kein ganz Eewer, kēin ganz
     Bēindel in dein Leib ohn' a Rane, ohn' a blutig Ort, es is' nischt
     dā kēin ēin behalten Ort in dein Neschome, wu es soll nischt bluten
     ... un' du hāst alls geschwiegen....

     Dort hāt män sich nischt verstan'en derauf! Du allēin hāst gār
     efscher nischt gewusst, as du kännst schreien un' vun dein Geschrēi
     können Jereecho's Mauern zittern un' einfallen! Du allēin hāst vun
     dein verschlāfenem Kōach nischt gewusst....

     Auf jener Welt hāt män dein Schweigen nischt

every moment the previous ... the Advocate brought back so many
recollections ... who knows what the Prosecuting Attorney will remind
him of?

"Judges!" he begins with a sharp, stinging voice--

       *       *       *       *       *

But he stops short.

"Judges!" he begins once more, but more softly, and he interrupts
himself again.

At last there issues from the same throat a voice as soft as butter:

"Judges! He has been silent! I shall be silent too!"

All is still, and in front a new soft, trembling voice is heard:

"Bontsie, my child Bontsie!" Bontsie's heart is dissolved in tears ...
he would have opened his eyes, but they are covered with tears ... he
has never wept such sweet tears before.... "My child," "My
Bontsie!"--ever since his mother had died, he had not heard such a voice
and such words.

       *       *       *       *       *

"My child!" the Highest Judge proceeds, "you have suffered all, and you
were silent! There is not a member, not a bone in your body without
wounds, without a spot of blood. There is not a hidden place in your
soul where it does not bleed, and yet you were always silent....

"There they did not understand such things! It may be you yourself did
not know that you can cry and that from your cries the walls of Jericho
could tremble and fall! You yourself did not know of your hidden
power....

"They did not reward your silence in the other

     belōhnt, nor dort is' der Ōlem-hascheker, dā auf'n Ōlem-emes west
     du dein Lōb bekummen!

     Dich wet dās Bess-din-schel-majle nischt mischpeten, dir wet es
     nischt paskenen, dir wet es kēin Cheelek nischt aus-un' nischt
     āb-thēilen! Nemm dir, wās du willst! Alles is' dein!

     Bonzje hēbt dās erste Māl die Äugen auf! Er werd wie verblend't vun
     der Licht vun alle Seiten; Alles blankt, Alles blischtschet, vun
     Alles jāgen Strahlen: vun die Wänd', vun die Keelim, vun die
     Malochim, vun die Dajonim! Ssame Sunnen!

     Er lāst die müde Äugen arāb.

     --Take? frägt er messupek un' verschämt.

     --Sicher! entfert fest der Ow-bess-din! Sicher, sāg' ich dir, as
     Alles is' dein, Alles in Himmel gehör' zu dir! Klaub' un' nemm, wās
     du willst, du nemmst nor bei dir allēin!

     --Take? frägt Bonzje noch a Māl, nor schōn mit a sicheren Kol.

     --Take! Take! Take! entfert män ihm auf sicher vun alle Seiten.

     --Nu, ōb asō, schmēichelt Bonzje, will ich take alle Tāg' in der
     Früh' a hēisse Bulke mit frischer Putter!

     Dajonim un' Malochim hāben arābgelāst die Köpp' verschämt. Der
     Katēgor hāt sich zulacht.

J. L. PEREZ.

world, but that was the World of Delusion; here, in the World of Truth,
you will receive your reward!

"The Supreme Court shall not pass sentence against you! It will not
weigh and dole out your part to you. Take what you wish,--all is yours!"

       *       *       *       *       *

Bontsie lifts his eyes for the first time! He is dazed by the light on
all sides: everything sparkles, everything flashes, beams issue
everywhere: from the walls, from the vessels, from the angels, from the
judges! Nothing but suns around him!

He wearily droops his eyes.

"Really?" he asks doubtfully and abashed.

"Indeed!" answers the Highest Judge. "Indeed, I tell you--all is yours!
All in Heaven belongs to you! Choose and take what you wish! You take
your own."

       *       *       *       *       *

"Really?" asks Bontsie once more, but in a firmer voice.

"Really, really, really!" they answer him on all sides.

"Well, if so," Bontsie smiles, "I should like to have every morning a
hot roll with fresh butter!"

Judges and angels drooped their heads abashed. The Prosecuting Attorney
laughed out loud.




I. APPENDIX

BIBLIOGRAPHY

     (This Bibliography is a partial list of the works consulted in the
     preparation of the present book. Those marked with an asterisk are
     not in the Harvard Library; the others were formerly in my private
     possession, together with a large number (1800 titles in all) not
     given here. They now form in the Harvard Library the nucleus of a
     Judeo-German collection, the largest in America. For an additional
     list of newspapers, see Ch. D. Lippe, _Bibliographisches Lexicon
     der gesammten jüdischen Literatur der Gegenwart_, Vienna, 1881, pp.
     666, 667.)




I. APPENDIX

BIBLIOGRAPHY

PERIODICALS AND ALMANACS


=*Monatschrift, Jüdisch-deutsche.= Prague and Brünn, 1802. 8vo.

=*Beobachter, Der, an der Weichsel.= Dostrzegacz nadwislański. Warsaw,
1824. 4to.

=Zeitung.= Redacteur: A. M. Mohr; Verleger: A. I. Madfis. Lemberg. (First
number appeared in April, 1848.) 4to.

=Post, Die jüdische.= Dās is' a politische un' komerzische Zeitung.
Verantwortlicher Redakteur, A. N. Blücher? Lemberg, 1849. (First number
appeared Nov. 2, 1849.) 8vo.

=*Kol-mewasser.= In jüdisch-deutscher Sprache von A. Zederbaum un' A. I.
Goldenblum. Odessa, 1863-1871. Fol.

=*Zeitung, Warschauer jüdische.= Erscheint jeden Freitāg. Warsaw, 1867.
Fol.

=Jisrulik.= Zeitungsblatt far kol Jisroel. Erscheint Freitāg vun die
Herausgeber J. J. Linetzki and A. Goldfaden. Lemberg, July 23, 1875-Feb.
2, 1876. Fol.

=Kalender, Der nützlicher.= Far die russische Jüden. Vun S. Abramowitsch.
Wilna, 1876-. 8vo.

=Volkskalender, Praktischer.= Vun J. J. Linetzki. Lemberg, 1876-; Warsaw,
1883-. 8vo. 64 pp.

=Volksblatt, Jüdisches.= A politisch-literarische Zeitung. Erscheint in
St. Petersburg ēin Māl in der Woch', Donnerstāg. St. Petersburg, Oct.
1/13, 1881-1889. Fol., except for 1888, which consists of the newspaper
in large fol., and the Beilage, 4to. Editors, A. Zederbaum,-1887, Dr. L.
O. Cantor, 1888-1889.

=*Pōlischer Jüdel, Der.= =The Polish Yidel.= Editor, M. Winchevsky. London,
1884. 4to. Weekly. Only sixteen numbers appeared, after which it was
named.

=*Zukunft, Die.= =The Future.= First three numbers of 4 pp. each, later of 8
pp. each. London, 1884-August, 1885. 4to.

=*Arbeiterfreund, Der.= =The Worker's Friend.= Published by the
International Workingmen's Educational Club. London, 1886-1891. Folio,
of 8 pp. each. Started as monthly, then weekly of 4 pp., then 8, then
again 4 pp.

=Wecker, Der jüdischer.= Redaktirt vun M. L. Lilienblum, herausgegeben vun
J. H. Rabnizki un' Z. S. Frankfeld. Odessa, 1887. 8vo.

=Familienfreund, Der.= Herausgegeben vun M. Spektor. 2 vols. Warsaw,
1887-1888. 8vo.

=Hausfreund, Der.= A historisch-literarisches Buch. Herausgegeben vun M.
Spektor. Warsaw, 1888-. 8vo. Vol. I. 1888, 2d ed., 1894; Vol. II. 1889;
Vol. III., 2 eds., 1894; Vol. IV. 1895; Vol. V. 1896.

=Kalender, Warschawer jüdischer, Eppelberg's.= A
historisch-literarisch-wissenschaftliches Buch, mit Annoncen. Warsaw,
1888. 8vo.

=Volksbibliothēk, Die jüdische.= A Buch für Literatur, Kritik un'
Wissenschaft. Herausgegeben vun Scholem Aleechem (S. Rabinowitsch). 2
vols. Kiev, 1888-1889. 8vo.

=Bibliothēk, Die klēine jüdische.= A Sammlung vun Gedichte, Feuilletons,
Erzaehlungen un' Jedies vun die jüdische Kolonies in Erzisroel.
Herausgegeben vun der jüdischer Bibliothēk in Odessa, 1888. 4to.

=Volksfreund.= The Volksfreund. The only Jewish Weekly Journal of America.
Editor, J. S. Glick. New York, 1889. 8vo.

=Menschenfreund, Der.= Belletristische Wochenschrift für Neues, Literatur,
Kunst un' Unterhaltung, von N. M. Schaikewitsch. New York, 1889-1891.
4to.

=Wecker, Der klēiner.= A Sammlung vun verschiedene Artikel un' Gedichte.
Herausgegeben vun Odessar gute Freund' vun'm jüdischen Loschen. 1890.
4to.

=Bibliothēk, Die jüdische.= A Žurnal für Literatur, Gesellschaft un'
Oekonomie. Erscheint zwēi Māl jährlich. Redaktirt un' herausgegeben
durch J. L. Perez. Warsaw, 1891-. (Only three numbers have so far been
issued.) 8vo.

=*Freie Welt, Die.= =The Free World.= A monatlicher sozialistischer Žurnal,
arausgegeben vun der Gruppe 'Freie Welt.' London, 1891-1892. 4to. Only
ten numbers of 24 pp. each have appeared.

=Handelskalender, Der jüdischer.= Auf fünf Jāhr, 1891-1896. A
historisch-literarisch wissenschaftliches Buch mit Annoncen. Redaktor
un' Herausgeber J. Bernas. Warsaw, 1891. 8vo.

=Hēilige Land, Dās.= Verschiedene Artiklen, Lieder un' Erzaehlungen wegen
Jischuw Erez Jisroel. Herausgegeben vun Berthe Flekser un' Jisroel
Narodizki. Zhitomir, 1891. 8vo.

=Zukunft, Die.= =The Future.= A wissenschaftlich-sozialistische
Monatschrift. Arausgegeben vun die jüdisch-sprechende Sekzionen, S. A.
P. vun Nord-Amerika. New York, 1892-1897. 4to.

=Familienkalender, Warschawer jüdischer.= A Buch vun Literatur un'
Gesellschaft. Herausgegeben vun M. Spektor. Warsaw, 1893-. 8vo.

=Stādtanzeiger, Der.= Wissenschaftlicher Žurnal für Literatur, Kunst,
Wissenschaft un' Kommerz. Arausgegeben vun Philip Krantz un' A. M.
Sharkansky. New York, 1893. 8vo.

=Volksfreund, Der.= A literarisch-wissenschaftliche Sammlung herausgegeben
vun N. Rosenblum. Odessa, 1894. (One number only.) 8vo.

=Literatur un' Leben.= A Sammelbuch für Literatur un' Gesellschaft.
Herausgegeben durch J. L. Perez. Warsaw, 1894. 8vo.

=Jontew-blättlech.= J. L. Perez's Ausgaben. Warsaw, 1894-1896. 8vo. Vun
Peessach bis Peessach. Erste Serie. 10 Jontew-blättlech (1894-1895). 32
columns each. 1) Lekowed Peessach. 2) Feilenbōgen. 3) Grünes. 4) Tones.
5) Trōst. 6) Schōfer. 7) Hoschane. 8) Lichtel. 9) Schabes-ōbs. 10)
Hāmen-tasch'.

Zwēite Serie, 1895-1896. 1) Kol Chamiro. 2) Der Ōmer. 3) Bikurim. 4)
Tamus. 5) Le-Schono-tōwo. 6) Chamischo Osser. 7) Ōneg Schabes. The first
five of 64 columns each, the last two of 32 columns.

=Widerkol, Dās.= Spektor's Verlag. A Blättel auf wochendige Täg'. Warsaw,
1894. 8vo, 32 col.

=Lamteren, Der.= Spektor's Verlag. A Blättel auf wochendige Täg'. Warsaw,
1894. 8vo, 32 col.

=Volkskalender, Der amerikanischer.= =The American People's Calendar.= A
Yearly Literary Review. By Alexander Harkavy. New York, 1894-. 8vo.

=Neue Welt, Die.= =The New World.= Ein wōchentlicher Žurnal vun S. J.
Silberstein. Published weekly in Jewish-German language. New York, 1894.
(Only two numbers were issued.) 8vo.

=Puck, Der jüdischer.= =The Hebrew 'Puck.'= Weekly, editor M. R.
Schaikewitsch. New York, 1894-1896. Fol.

=Freie Gesellschaft, Die.= A monatlicher Žurnal für die fortgeschrittene
Ideen, arausgegeben vun die 'Freie Gesellschaft Publ. Association.'
Editors, M. Leontiev and M. Katz. New York, Vol. I. No. 1, October,
1895. 4to, 32 pp.

=Emes, Der.= =The Eimeth (Truth).= A wōchentliches Familienblatt für
Literatur un' Aufklärung. Editor, M. Winchevsky. Boston, 1895. Fol.

=Volkskalender, Jüdischer.= Redigirt vun Gerschom Bader. Lemberg, 1895.
8vo.

=Wahrheit, Die.= Monatschrift zur Unterhaltung und Belehrung, von Hirsch
Loeb Gottlieb. M. Sziget. 1896 (2 numbers only). 8vo.

=Hatikwoh, Die Hoffnung.= Journal Hebdomadaire pour les Israélites.
Erscheint jeden Freitāg. Organ für Politik, Literatur, Wissenschaft und
hauptsächlich jüdisch-nationale Interessen. Redaktor un' Herausgeber J.
Bernas. Paris, 1897-. Fol.

=Neuer Geist, Der.= =The New Spirit.= Monatschrift für Wissenschaft,
Literatur un' Kunst. Erscheint jeden Monat. Publisher, Sigmund
Kantrowitz. New York, 1897-1898. 4to.

=Neue Welt, Die.= =The New World.= Erscheint monatlich. Arausgegeben vun A.
M. Sharkansky. New York, 1897. 8vo.

=Arbeiter, Der jüdischer.= Organ für die Interessen der jüdischen Arbeiter
in Russland, herausgegeben vun der "Gruppe jüdischer Sozial-demokraten
in Russland," 1897. 4to.

=Zeit, Die.= =The Time.= Monatlicher Žurnal far Literatur, Unterhaltung un'
jüdische Interessen. Redaktirt un' arausgegeben vun M. M. Dolitzky. New
York, 1898. 4to.

=Neue Zeit, Die.= =The New Time.= Wissenschaftliche Monatschrift.
Arausgegeben vun die jüdisch-sprechende Sekzion vun der sozialist.
Arbeiterpartei vun Nord-Amerika. New York, 1898-. 4to.


SONG-BOOKS

=Lieder-magasin.= Magazine of Songs. Published by J. Katzenellenbogen. New
York, 1898. Folio. Pt. I. 10 pp.; Pt. II. 10 pp.; Pt. III. 10 pp.; Pt.
IV. 11 pp.

=Neuer Singer, Der.= In 3 Thēilen. 1. Thēil. Die neueste Theaterlieder vun
die beste Verfasser. II. Thēil. Sēhr schoene Witzen mit Pictures zum
Lachen. III. Thēil. Der Album. Verschiedene Bilder vun jüdische
Verfasser. New York, s. a. 16mo, 29 and (30) pp. and adv.

=Liederalbum, Der.= A Sammlung vun alle jüdische Theaterlieder,
Konzertlieder, Kupleten un' Volkslieder. Erster Buch. Alle
Theaterlieder, mehr wie 200 Lieder vun alle jüdische Theaterstücke,
gesammelt un' zusammengestellt in Ordnung vun Rosenbaum un' Werbelowski.
The Song-Album. New York, s. a. 16mo, 240 pp.

=Kupleten un' jüdische Theaterlieder.= Alle Kupleten, komische un'
humoristische, für der jüdischer Bühne verfasst vun Sigmund Mogulesco,
un' alle Theaterlieder vun Kaprisne Tochter vun A. Goldfaden, Katoržnik,
un' Der Jüdischer Prinz vun Schomer. New York, 1888. 10mo, 36 pp.

=Jüdische Theaterlieder.= 25. Auflage. In 4 Thēilen, etc. Die alle Lieder
vun dem Buch seinen verfasst vun die beste Verfassers un' Dichters sō
wie A. Goldfaden, A. Zunser, Ben Nez, A. Harkavy, Professor
Selikowitsch, Edelstadt, D. Apothēker, M. Rosenfeld, u. s. w. New York,
1894. 16mo, 74 pp. and adv.

=Jüdische Theater un' Volkslieder.= Ausgewählte Lieder vun die beste
jüdische Dichter. Erster Thēil. Dās Fiedele. New York, s. a. 16mo, 56
and (5) pp. and adv.


AUTHORS

=A. R. S.= Reb Tanchum der Mekabel. Ēinige neue jüdische Volkslieder aus
dem Panorama des russisch-polnischen jüdischen Lebens. Jassy, 1883.
16mo, 16 pp.

=Abasch.= Jekele Kundas. Sēhr a schoene Maisse, wās hāt sich nit lang
verloffen in a klēin Städtel in Pōlen. Geschrieben vun dem Korewer
Bocher. Warsaw, 1879. 8vo, 95 pp.

=Abramowitsch, Ch. E.= Die Jüden. Ein Lustspiel in drei un' zwanzig
Vorstellungen von dem weltberühmten Verfasser in der deutschescher
Sprache, A. W. Lessing. Wilna, 1879. 16mo, 68 pp.

=Abramowitsch, S. J.= *Dās klēine Menschele, oder A Lebensbeschreibung vun
Jizchok Awrohom Takif. Gedruckt be-Hisch-tadlus Mendele Mōcher
Sforim.... Begun in Kol-mewasser, Vol. II. No. 45. (Odessa, 1864.)

_The same._ (Gār in ganzen auf dās Neu übergemacht.) Wilna, 1879. 8vo,
132 pp.

*Dās Wünschfingerl, wās mit dem känn itlicher Mensch dergrēichen
allsding, wās sein Harz wünscht un' begehrt, un' durchdem nützlich sein
sich un' der Welt. Warsaw, 1865. (?)

_The same_, greatly increased, but unfinished, in Die jüdische
Volksbibliothēk, Vols. I. and II.

*Die Takse, oder Die Bande Stādt-bal-tōwes. Zhitomir, 1869. 8vo.

_The same._ Wilna, 1872. 8vo, 88 pp.

*Fischke der Krummer, a Maisse vun jüdische āreme Leut'. Zhitomir, 1869.

_The same._ (In Alle Ksowim vun Mendele Mōcher Sforim, Vol. I.) Odessa,
1888. (Second edition, written entirely anew.) 8vo, 158 pp.

*Der Luftballon. (Written in conjunction with L. Bienstock.) Zhitomir,
1869.

Der Fisch, wās hāt eingeschlungen Jōne Hanowi. Vun die Mechabrim vun'm
Luftballon A. B. (Herausgegeben vun der Redakzje vun'm Kol-mewasser.)
(In conjunction with L. Bienstock.) Odessa, 1870. 16mo, 21 pp.

Die Klatsche, oder Zar-bale-chaim. A Maisse, wās hāt sich varwalgert
zwischen die Ksowim vun Jisrolik dem Meschugenem. Wilna, 1873. 8vo, 119
pp.

_The same._ (In Alle Ksowim vun M. M. S., Vol. II.) Odessa, 1889. 8vo,
128 pp.

_The same._ (In Jewish Classics Issued Quarterly, Vol. I. No. I.) New
York, 1898. 8vo, 121 pp.

_The same._ Polish translation: Szkapa ("Die Klatsche") Z oryginału
napisanego w żargonie żydowskim przez S. Abramowicza, przełożył i
objaśnieniami opatrzył Klemens Junosza. Warszawa. Nakładem księgarni A.
Gruszeckiego, 1886. 16mo, 197 pp.

Der Ustaw über woinski Powinnost, wissotschaische utwerdet dem ersten
Januar in Jāhr 1874. Übersetzt vun S. Abramowitsch un' L. Bienstock.
Zhitomir, 1874. 8vo, 135 pp.

Jüdel. A Ssipur-ha-Maisse in Schirim. In two parts. Warsaw, 1875. 16mo,
105 + 117 pp.

_The same._ (In Jewish Classics Issued Quarterly, Vol. I. No. 2.) New
York, 1898. 8vo, 123 pp.

Smires Jisroel. Schabesdige Smires, vardeutscht in Schirim un' gut
derklärt, Bichdej itlicher Jüd' besunder Soll varstēhn sejer teuern
Wert, Wie schoen see senen a Gott's Wunder. Zhitomir, 1875. 16mo, 82 pp.

Perek Schiro. Zhitomir, 1875. 8vo, 124 pp.

Kizur Maisses Binjāmin ha-Schlischi, dās hēisst Die Nessie, oder a
Reisebeschreibung vun Binjāmin dem Dritten, wās er is auf seine Nessies
vergangen het weit až unter die Horee Chōschech un' hāt sich genug
āngesehn un' āngehört Chiduschim schoene Sachen, wās see senen
arausgegeben gewor'en in alle schiwim Leschones un' heunt äuch in unser
Loschen. Sseefer rischōn. Wilna, 1878. 8vo, 96 pp.

_*The same._ Polish translation: Donkiszot żydowski, szkie z literatury
żargonowej żydowskiéj. Przez K. Junoszy. Warszawa. 8vo, 156 pp.

Der Prizyw. A Drame in fünf Akten. St. Petersburg, 1884. 8vo, 87 pp.

=Abramsky, G.= Bomas Jischok, etc. s. l. e. a. 8vo, 30 pp.

=Aksenfeld, I.= Der erste jüdische Rekrut in Russland im Jahre 5587 (1827)
am Tage der Publicirung des betreffenden Ukases. Ein komisch-tragischer
Roman in jüdisch-deutschem Jargon. (Leipsic, 1862.) 8vo, 58 pp.

Dās Sterntüchel, oder Schabes Chanuke in Mesibis. (Leipsic, K. W.
Vollrath, 1862?.) 8vo, 140 pp.

Mann un' Weib. Schwester un' Bruder. Ein emesse Maisse, bearbet in a
Theaterstück, in zwēi Akten. Odessa, M. Beilinsohn, 1867. 8vo, 68 pp.

Sämmtliche Werke. *Dās vierte Büchel. Die genarrte Welt. Odessa, 1870.
16mo.

_The same._ Das fünfte Büchel. Kabzen-Ōscher-Spiel. A Drama in zwēi
Akten. Odessa, 1870. 16mo, 72 pp.

=Apotheker, D.= Hanewel. Die Leier. Czernowitz, 1881. 8vo, 79 pp.

=Beilinsohn, M. A.= Gwures Jehudo Michabi oder Nes-Chanuko
(Chanuke-spiel). A Drama in fünf Akten. Verfasst in Englisch vun dem
berühmten amerikanischen Dichter (Poet) Longfellow unter'n Nāmen "Judas
Maccabaeus"; übergesetzt kimat in alle europäische Sprachen, un' auf
Russisch in Evrejskaja Biblioteka (Vol. 5, 1875); jetzt in
Jüdisch-deutsch. Odessa, 1882. 4to, 20 pp.

Golus Schpania. A historischer Roman aus der jüdischen Geschichte, etc.
Übersetzt (from the German of Philippsohn) im Jüdischen. Odessa, 1894.
8vo, 158 and (2) pp.

=Berenstein, S.= Magasin vun jüdische Lieder far dem jüdischen Volk.
Zhitomir, 1869. 16mo, 84 pp.

_The same._ Warsaw, 1880. 8vo, 73 pp.

=Bernstein, S.= Reb Jochze Dalgeje. A Komödie mit a Roman in 5 Akten.
Erster Theil. Kishinev, 1884. 8vo, 32 pp.

=Blaustein, E.= Die finstere Welt. Ein Bild der vergangenen Zeiten. Ein
Roman in vier Thēilen. Wilna, 1881. 8vo, 269 pp.

Die Weisse mit die Schwarze, oder Die Liebe vun a Wilden. Frei übersetzt
aus dem Franzoesischen, verbreitet un' bearbeitet. (2 parts.) Wilna,
1894. 8vo, 80 and 78 pp.

Wichne Dwosche fāhrt zurück vun Amerika. Ein humoristische Erzaehlung.
(2 parts.) Wilna, 1894. 8vo, 40 and 50 pp.

Wichne Dwosche fāhrt nāch Amerika. Eine humoristische Erzaehlung. Wilna,
1895. 16mo, 32 pp.

=Brettmann, M.= Der chsidischer Unterhalt. Ein emesse Maisse. Odessa,
1868. 8vo, 42 pp.

=Brjanski, I.= Die erste Aweere. Erinnerungen vun die kindersche Jāhren.
St. Petersburg, 1887. 16mo, 23 pp.

=Brodawski, Ch.= Die Assife in der Stādt Ezjōn Gower. Berdichev, 1889.
16mo, 100 pp.

=Broder, Berel.= Schiree Simro. Zhitomir, 1876. 16mo, 95 pp.

_The same._ Warsaw, 1882. 16mo, 96 pp.

=Buchbinder, A. I.= Der Blumengārten. Satirische scharfkritische erenste
Maimorim; Anekdoten, Schailes u-Tschuwes, Mischlee Mussor, Schirim,
kurze interessante Erzaehlungen un' wissenschaftliche Artiklen. Wilna,
1885. 8vo, 76 pp.

Der jüdischer Minister. A historischer Roman vun der letzter Zeit, ēhder
man hat die Jüden arausgetrieben vun Spanien. Frei übersetzt. Odessa,
1890. 8vo, 48 pp.

Dās jüdische Aschires in Palestina. Material zu der Historie vun Jischuw
Erez Isroel. Wilna, 1891. 8vo, 40 pp.

Die blutige Inquisizie. A historischer Roman, übersetzt. Wilna, 1895.
8vo, 104 pp.

=Cahan, Ab.= Wie asō Refoeel Naarizoch is' gewor'en a Sozialist. New York,
1896. 8vo, 80 pp.

=Chaschkes, M.= Lieder vom Herzen. Cracow, 1888. 16mo, 48 pp.

=Dick, A. M.= (Anonymous.) Der Gōel. Wilna, 1866. 16mo, 88 pp.

(Anonymous.) Der Miljonär. Wilna, 1868. 16mo, 48 pp.

(Anonymous.) Die freundliche Brüder Elieser un' Naftali. Wilna, 1868.
16mo, 56 pp.

(Anonymous.) Der tōdte Gast. Wilna, 1869. 16mo, 64 pp.

(Anonymous.) Der Litwak in Wolinien. Wilna, 1870. 16mo, 40 pp.

(Anonymous.) Die Bluthochzeit in Paris und ein Etwās vun der Reformazion
in Teutschland. Wilna, 1870. 16mo, 48 pp.

(A. M. D.) Fēigele der Magid. (Translation from A. Bernstein.) Wilna,
1868. 16mo, 44 pp.

(A. M. D.) Reb Schlōmele der Pair von der Khile N., oder der Depo
(Magasin) vun Bakalejen (Bsomim). (Translation from the Russian of
Lewanda.) Wilna, 1870. 16mo, 144 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der erster Nabor, wās war in dem Jāhr ThKPCh (1828). Wilna,
1871. 16mo, 36 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der ungebetene Gast. Wilna, 1871. 16mo, 47 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der Hauslehrer. Wilna, 1872. 16mo, 48 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der jüdischer Student Josef Kamenicki. (From the Polish.)
Wilna, 1872. 16mo, 46 pp.

(A. M. D.) Witzen un' Spitzen, oder Anekdoten. Wilna, 1873. 16mo, 44 pp.

(A. M. D.) Eine Reise in Afrika. (Translation.) Wilna, 1873. 16mo, 48
pp.

(A. M. D.) Die ēdele Rache, oder Die Nekome. Wilna, 1875. 16mo, 44 pp.

(A. M. D.) Ssipuree Mussor, oder Moralische Erzaehlungen. Wilna, 1875.
16mo, 42 pp.

(A. M. D.) Alte jüdische Sagen oder Ssipurim. Wilna, 1876. 16mo, 48 pp.

(A. M. D.) Die alte Liebe rostet nicht. Wilna, 1876. 16mo, 79 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der Schiwim-māhlzeit. Wilna, 1877. 16mo, 90 pp.

(A. M. D.) Die Grisetke, oder Die Naehterke un' Putzmacherin. Wilna,
1877. 16mo, 50 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der Fortepianist. Wilna, 1878. 16mo, 88 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der jüdische Poslanik un' Die Nacht var der Chupe. Wilna,
1880. 8vo, 64 and 36 pp.

(A. M. D.) Die Lebensgeschichte vun Note Ganew. Wilna, 1887. 8vo, 76 pp.

(A. M. D.) Dās grōsse Gehēimniss. Eine sēhr interessante Erzaehlung.
Wilna, 1887. 8vo, 63 pp.

(A. M. D.) Ewgenie oder die Gehēimnisse vun dem franzoesischen Hof.
(From the French of F. Born.) Wilna, 1889. 8vo, 102 and 122 and 112 and
96 pp.

(A. M. D.) Der Sultan oder Die Gehēimnisse vun dem türkischen Hof. (From
the French of F. Born.) Wilna, 1895. 8vo, Vol. I. 80 and 80 pp.; Vol.
II. 80 and 84 pp.; Vol. III. 76 and 88 pp.; Vol. IV. 80 and 74 pp.

=Dienesohn, J.= *Himmel un' Erd', Dunner un' Blitz. Wilna.

Ha-Neehowim weha-Nimim, oder Der schwarzer junger Manzik. Roman. Wilna,
1875. 8vo, in four parts; 64 and 102, and?

_The same._ Vierte Auflage. Wilna, 1889. 8vo, 53 and 72 and 57 and 76
pp.

Zwēi Brief' zu a Mechaber. (Reprint from the Volksblatt.) St.
Petersburg, 1885. 8vo, 42 pp.

Ewen Negef, oder A Stēin in Weg. Roman. (Two parts.) Warsaw, 1890. 8vo,
358 pp.

Herschele. A Roman vun klēinstädteldigen Leben. (Reprint from Jüdische
Bibliothēk.) Warsaw, 1895. 4to, 179 pp.

=Dlugatsch, M.= Der Schlimmasel. A verschleppte, kritische, humoristische
Kränk. Pankiwet nit Kēinem un' sāgt Jeden aus dem Emes. Lemberg, 1883.
8vo, 30 pp.

Die Welt-messōre. Zusammengeklieben, zunaufgežebert, zunaufgeklapotschet
vun alte, verschimmelte, verzwjetete Jüden.... Warsaw, 1895. 8vo, 68 pp.

=Edelstadt, D.= Volksgedichte. Popular poems. New York, 1895. 16mo, 124
pp.

=Ehrenkranz-Zbarżer, B. W.= Makel Noam. Volkslieder in polnisch jüdischer
Mundart mit hebräischer Uebersetzung. Lemberg, Erstes Heft (second
edition), 1969 (sic!), 8vo, 164 pp.; (second part), 1868. 8vo, 200 pp.;
Drittes Heft, 1873. 8vo, 125 + (3) pp.; Viertes Heft, 1878. 8vo, 127 pp.

Makal Chowlim. Przemyśl, 1869. 8vo, 39 pp.

=Eiserkes, M. M.= Der Privatlehrer. Bilder aus dem galizischen Leben.
Drohobycz, 1897-1898. 8vo, 4 vols. 124 and 153 and 131 and 138 pp.

=Eppelberg, H.= Esterke. Drama in 5 Akten, nāch verschiedene Quellen
bearbeitet. Warsaw, 1890. 8vo, 76 pp.

=Epstein, M.= Der geschmissener Apikōres, oder A Cholere in Duranowke. A
Theater-spiel. Warsaw, 1879. 16mo, 37 pp.

Lemech der Balschem, oder Zwēi Chassanim unter ēin Chupe. A Maisse in
Schirim geschrieben. Odessa, 1880. 16mo, 64 pp.

=Ettinger, S.= Serkele, oder Die falsche Jāhrzeit. Komödie in fünf Akten,
geschehn in Lemberg. (New edition from the Johannisburg edition of
1861.) Warsaw, 1875. 8vo, 80 pp.

Mescholim, Liedelech, klēine Maisselech un' Katoweslech, ēigene un'
nāchgemachte, vun Dr. Schlōme Ettinger. Herausgegeben durch W. Ettinger.
St. Petersburg, 1889. 8vo, 254 pp.

_The same._ Zwēite Ausgabe. St. Petersburg, 1890.

=F., A.= Der Varblondziter, oder Dās Lebensbeschreibung vun Wigderil ben
Wigderil. Warsaw, 1870. 8vo, 64 pp.

=Falkowitsch, J. B.= Reb Chaimel der Kozen. Ein Theater in 4 Akten.
Bearbeitet nāch K. Geschrieben in St. Petersburg in 1864. Odessa, 1866.
8vo, 166 pp.

Rochele die Singerin. Ein Theater in 4 Akten, bearbeitet nāch S. und R.
K. Zhitomir, 1868. 8vo, 125 pp.

=Feder, S. S.= Schiro Chadoscho. Ganz neue unterhaltliche Erzaehlungen.
Vorstellungen mit grōssartige Volkslieder. Lemberg, 1891. 16mo, 78 and
78 pp.

=Fischsohn, A.= Der neuer Singer. Kiev, 1890. 16mo, 24 pp.

=Frischmann, D.= Jüdische Volksbibliothēk. I. Klēinigkeiten. (Tarnow,
1894.) 16mo, 32 pp.

Lokschen, a Blättel zur Unterhaltung. Verfasst durch A. Goldberg.
Warsaw, 1894. 8vo, 26 col.

A Flōh vun Tische-bow, verfasst vun Awrohom Goldberg. A schwarz,
springendig, lebendig, beissendig Blättel. Warsaw, 1894. 8vo, 30 col.

=Frug, S.= Lieder un' Gedanken. Odessa, 1896. 8vo, 160 pp.

=Frumkis, S.= Die treue Liebe. Ein Roman der neuer Zeit als Lustspiel
(Komödie) in 4 Akten. Wilna, 1891. 8vo, 103 pp.

=Gildenblatt, Ch. D.= Bei'n Sāten in Hand, oder Der verkäufter Chossen. A
Roman in zwēi Theil. Wilna, 1895. 8vo, 112 pp.

Awremele Bal-agole. Ein klēine Erzaehlung. Wilna, 1895. 16mo, 32 pp.

Aisikel Lez, oder Zurück auf'n gleichen Weg. Ein emesse Maisse, wās hāt
sich getroffen in zwēi Städtlach "Naiwke" un' "Dumowiz." Wilna, 1895.
16mo, 32 pp.

Ein lebedige Mazeewe. A Bild von a jüdische Tochter. Wilna, 1895. 16mo,
32 pp.

=Goido, J.= Der neuer Prozentnik. A Maisse. Wilna, 1893. 16mo, 62 pp. (Two
parts.)

Vun Sawod in Bād. A Bild. (Vun A. Lebensohn.) Wilna, 1893. 16mo, 32 pp.

Der Ssowest is' verfallen. Nāch Schtschedrin. Wilna, 1894. 16mo, 32 pp.

Dāwid ben Dāwid (Copperfield). A Roman. Frei übersetzt vun Englisch. (4
parts, only half of the novel published.) Wilna, 1894. 8vo, 104 and 116
and 127 and 83 pp.

Die jüdisch-amerikanische Volksbibliothēk. Erscheint periodisch, ēin Māl
in zwēi Wochen. Brooklyn, N.Y., 1897. 8vo, 16 pp. each.

  No. 1. Die Geschmissene. A Bild ran A. Lebensohn.
  Erster Thēil.

  No. 2. _The same._ Zwēiter Thēil.

  No. 3. Die Agune. Vun B. Gorin. Erster Thēil.

  No. 4. Schalach Mones. Vun B. Gorin.

  No. 5. Die Agune. Zwēiter Thēil.

  No. 6. Lekowed Peessach.

  No. 7. Wemes Korben? Erster Thēil.

=Goldfaden, A.= Dās Jüdele. Jüdische Lieder auf prost jüdischer Sprach'.
Herausgegeben von J. Bernas un' N. A. Jakobi. Warsaw, 1892. 16mo, 108
pp.

Die Jüdene. Verschēidene Gedichte un' Theater in Prost-jüdischen.
Odessa, 1872. 8vo, 92 pp.

Schabssiel. Poema in zehn Kapitel. (Gedanken nāch dem Pogrom in
Russland.) Cracow, 1896. 8vo, 44 pp.

Hozmach's Krämel vun verschiedene Antiken, 25 jüdische Volkslieder, wās
senen gesungen gewor'en in Goldfaden's jüdischen Theater,
zusammengeklieben vun Awrohom Jizchok Tanzmann. Warsaw, 1891. 16mo, 88
pp.

Schmendrig, oder Die komische Chassene. A Komödie in drei Akten. Warsaw,
1890. 8vo, 40 pp.

Die Kischefmacherin (Zauberin). Operette in 5 Akten un' in 8 Bilder. New
York, 1893. 8vo, 66 pp.

Die kaprisne Kale-māid, oder Kabzensohn et Hungermann. Melodrama in 4
Akten un' in 5 Bilder. Warsaw, 1887. 8vo, 46 pp.

Der Fanatik, oder Die bēide Kuni-Lemel. Operette in 4 Akten un' in 8
Bilder. Warsaw, 1887. 8vo, 62 pp.

Die Bobe mit dem Enikel, oder Bonzje die Knōtlechlēgerin. Melodrama in 3
Akten mit Gesang. Warsaw, 1891. 8vo, 40 pp.

Doktor Almosado, oder Die Jüden in Palermo. Historische Operette in 5
Akten un' in 11 Bilder, bearbeitet vun einem deutschen Roman. Warsaw,
1887. 8vo, 62 pp.

Bar Kochba (Der Suhn vun dem Stern), oder Die letzte Täg' vun
Jeruscholaim. Eine musikalische Melodrama in Reimen, in 4 Akten un' ein
Prolog mit vierzehn Bilder. Warsaw, 1887. 8vo, 84 pp.

Schulamis, oder Bas Jeruscholaim. Eine musikalische Melodrama in Reimen
un' in 4 Akten un' 15 Bilder. Warsaw, 1891. 8vo, 64 pp.

Rabbi Joselmann, oder Die Gseeres vun Elsass. Historische Oper in fünf
Akten, in 23 Bilder. Lemberg, 1892. 8vo, 68 pp.

Theater vun Koenig Achaschwerusch, oder Koenigin Esther. Biblische
Operetten in 5 Akten und 15 Bildern. Lemberg, 1890. 8vo, 56 pp.

Das X. Gebot. Komische Operetten (Zauber-märchen) in 5 Acten, 10
Verwandlungen u. 28 Bildern. Cracow, 1896. 8vo, 76 pp.

Die Opferung Isaak oder Die Zerstörung von Sodom und Gomora. Biblische
Operette in 4 Acten und 40 Bildern. Cracow, 1897. 8vo, 70 pp.

=Golomb, E.= Chad Gadjo un' ein Schreckenes vun hundert Rändlich. Zwēi
wunderbare Legenden. Vun Peessach zum Sseeder. Wilna, 1893. 16mo, 32 pp.

=Gordin, J.= Medea, a historische Tragödie in 4 Akten. Bearbeitet für der
jüdischer Bühne für die grōsse tragische Schauspielerin Madam K. Lipzin.
New York, 1897. 8vo, 47 pp.

=Gordon, M.= Schiree M. Gordon. Jüdische Lieder. Warsaw, 1889. 8vo, 111
pp.

=Gordon, J. L.= Ssichas Chulin. Lieder in der Volkssprache. Warsaw, 1886.
16mo, 92 pp.

=Gottlober, A. B.= Der Decktuch, oder Zwēi Chupes in ēin Nacht. A Komödie
in drei Akten. Arausgegeben vun Josef Werbleinski. Warsaw, 1876. 16mo,
72 pp.

* Dās Lied vun'm Kugel. Parodie auf Schillers Lied von der Glocke.
Odessa, 1863. 8vo, 24 pp.

Der Ssēim, oder Die grōsse Assife in Wald, wenn die Chajes hāben
ausgeklieben dem Loeb far a Meelech, vun A. B. G. Zhitomir, 1869. 16mo,
47 pp.

Der Gilgel, ein humoristische Erzaehlung. Herausgegeben vun dem Gabes
Enekel. Warsaw, 1896. 8vo, 74 pp.

=Harkavy, A.= Washington, der erster President vun die Verēinigte Staaten.
Mit Beilage: Die Unabhängigkeitserklährung in Englisch un' Jüdisch. New
York, 1892. 8vo, 32 pp.

Columbus, oder Die Entdeckung vun Amerika. 2te Auflage. New York, 1897.
8vo, 32 pp.

Geschichte vun Don Quixote vun Miguel Cervantes, übersetzt vun Spanisch
un' verglichen mit der englischer un' deutscher Übersetzung. (In The
Classical Library, 37 numbers.) New York, 1897-98. 8vo, 590 pp.

=Hermalin, D. M.= Der terkischer Moschiach. A historisch-romantische
Schilderung über dem Leben un' Wirken vun Schabsi Zwi. New York, 1898.
8vo, 64 pp.

Jōschua ha-Nozri. Sein Erscheinen, Leben un' Tōdt. Allgemēiner Überblick
wegen der Entstēhung vun Christenthum. Entwicklung un' Eindruck vun
dieser Religion auf der Menschheit. Geschildert vun a historischen
Standpunkt. New York, 1898. 8vo, 64 pp.

=Hochbaum, S.= Ēin Familien-Unterhalt vun drei Geschichten. Odessa, 1869.
16mo, 48 pp.

=Hornstein, G. O.= Slidniewker lebende Photographie, oder A Cholem in
Cholem. Eine kritisch-phantastische Erzaehlung. Berdichev, 1891. 8vo, iv
and 56 pp.

Kinor Hazwi (Die Harfe). Verschiedene tonisch-metrische Gedichte.
Berdichev, 1891. 8vo, 68 pp.

=Isabella.= Der reicher Vetter. Erzaehlung. Warsaw, 1895. 16mo, 27 pp.

Vun Glück zum Keewer. Erzaehlung. Warsaw, 1895. 16mo, 28 pp.

=Kalmus, U.= Der Kommissionär Welwele Tareramtschik. Theater in 5 Akten.
Warsaw, 1880. 16mo, 112 pp.

Schmerele Trostinezer. Theater in drei Akten. Warsaw, 1883. 16mo, 50 pp.

A Weib' an Arure un' a Mann a Malach. Ein sēhr interessante Begebenheit.
St. Petersburg, 1887. 16mo, 24 pp.

=Katzenellenbogen, Raschi.= Jüdische Melodien oder Volkslieder. Wilna,
1887. 16mo, 86 pp.

=Kobrin, L.= Jankel Boile. Vun dem jüdischen Fischerleben in Russland un'
andere Erzaehlungen. Realistic Library. Issued quarterly. Vol. I. No. 1.
New York, 1898. 8vo, 111 pp.

=Lefin, M. M.= Sseefer Koheles. Odessa, 1873. 8vo, 77 and (3) pp.

=Lerner, J. J.= Der Vetter Mōsche Mendelssohn. A dramatisches Bild in ēin
Akt, nāch dem Deutschen far der jüdischer Bühne bearbeitet. Warsaw,
1889. 8vo, 26 pp.

Uriel Akosta. A Tragödie in fünf Akten vun Karl Gutzkow. Far der
jüdischer Szene übersetzt un' arrangirt. Zwēite Auflage. Warsaw, 1889.
8vo, 80 pp.

Židowka, Die Jüdin. A Tragödie in fünf Akten. Nāch verschiedene Quellen
bearbeitet. Warsaw, 1889. 8vo, 68 pp.

Chanuke. A historische Drama in vier Akten in sieben Bilder. Warsaw,
1889. 8vo, 54 pp.

Rothschild. A Beschreibung.... Odessa, 1869. 8vo, 34 pp.

=Levinsohn, L.= Die weibersche Knüpplach, ein Theaterspiel in fünf Akten
geschrieben, herausgegeben vun MIWM. Wilna, 1881 (from ed. of 1874).
16mo, 44 pp.

=Lew, M. A.= Hudel. A Poema in Gedichte. Kishinev, 1888. 8vo, 64 pp.

=Lilienblum, M. L.= Serubowel, oder Schiwas Siōn. A Drama in fünf Akten.
Odessa, 1887. 8vo, 55 pp.

=Linetzki, J. J.= *Dās pōlische Jüngel, oder A Biographie vun sich allēin.
Drinnen is' geschildert akurat der pōlischer Chossid vun Geborenheit ān,
sein Erziehung, sein Bocher-leben, sein Chassene un' sein Parnosse mit
alle Khols-sachen un' Gemēinde-leben. Odessa, 1875. 132 pp.

Dās chsidische Jüngel. Die Lebensbeschreibung vun a pōlischen Jüden, vun
sein Gebōren bis sein Verlōren. Zu der Zeit vun'm Ānfang des jetzigen
Jāhrhundert, vun Eli Kozin Hazchakueli. Die zwēite, vollkommen
übergearbeitete Ausgabe, vun mein (Pōlischen Jüngel). Wilna, 1897. 8vo,
230 pp.

Der boeser Marschelik. Satirische Volkslieder. Odessa, 1869. 8vo, 96
pp.

_The same._ (First part.) Warsaw, 1889. 8vo, 48 pp.

*Dās Meschulachas. Kartines vun'm jüdischen Leben. Odessa, 1874. 94pp.

Der Welt-luach vun'm Jāhr Ein Kessef, oder Die allgemēine Panorame, vun
Eli Kozin Hazchakueli, Mechaber vun'm Pōlischen Jüngel. Odessa, 1875.
8vo, 94 pp.

_The same._ (Zwēite verbesserte Ausgabe.) Odessa, 1883. 8vo, 86 pp.

Linetzki's Ksowim. Dās erste Heft: Die Pritschepe. Dās zwēite Heft: Der
Statek. Kritische, satirische un' humoristische Maimorim un' Kartines.
Odessa, 1876. 16mo, 127 pp.

Die blutige Nekome, oder Jakow Tirada. In gesauberten jüdischen Žargon.
Warsaw, 1883. 8vo, 100 pp.

_The same._ Warsaw, 1893. 8vo, 100 pp.

Nāssān ha-Chochem. Ēine dramatische Unterhandlung über Emune un'
Religion, verfasst in Deutschen vun G. E. Lessing. Odessa, 1884. 8vo, 80
pp.

Linetzki's Ksowim. Odessa, 1888. Fol. Der Flederwisch, Der Schōfer, Der
Schnorrer, Der Plappler, Der Wicher, Dās Drēhdel, Der Weiser, Der
Milgrām, Der Grager, Der Afikōmen, Dās Vōgele, each of 8 pp.

Chag ha-Jōwel. Die Jubilee-feierung am siebzehnten November 1890, welche
män hāt gefeiert in Odessa dem berühmten Volksschreiber Jizchok Joel
Linetzki zur Ende 25 Jāhr vun seiner literarischer Thätigkeit. Odessa,
1891. 8vo, 48 pp.

=Meisach, J.= Eesches Chail. Ēine historische Erzaehlung in 4 Akten un' 6
Bilder. Warsaw, 1890. 16mo, 80 pp.

Die eifersüchtige Frau, oder Die erste Köchin. A Szene vun a
Familienleben. Warsaw, 1898. 16mo, 31 pp.

Der Spiegel für Alle. Ēin literarisches Buch. Enthalt verschiedene
musterhafte Bilder aus dem jüdischen Leben in Reimen. Warsaw, 1893. 8vo,
32 pp.

Nissim we-Nifloes. (Wunderliche Ssipurim), wās die Babe oleho ha-Scholem
hāt erzaehlt. Warsaw, 1893. 16mo, 86 pp.

Perl vun Jam ha-Talmud. Warsaw, 1893. 16mo, 32 pp.

Ssipuree ha-Talmud. Warsaw, 1894. 8vo, 48 pp.

Ssipuree Jeruscholaim. (Dritte Auflage.) Wilna, 1895. 16mo, 72 pp.

A Spazier-schiffel auf dem Jam ha-Talmud. Warsaw, 1895. 16mo, 64 pp.

Die zwēi Wasserträger. A Maisse nōro, wās die Bobe hāt derzählt ihr
Ēnikel. Äuch a schoene Maisse: A Spei in Ponim. Wilna, 1897. 16mo, 31
pp.

Reb Lemel, oder Der Pariser Bankir. Wilna, 1897. 16mo, 32 pp.

Mordechai ha-Zadik. A Ssipur asō gut wie a Roman, äuch a Maisse-nōro mit
dem Kazew in Ganeeden. Wilna, 1897. 16mo, 32 pp.

Der Aschmedai. A schreckliche Maisse, wās hāt amāl getroffen in die
Zeiten vun Schlōme ha-Melech. Wilna, 1898. 16mo, 31 pp.

=Natansohn, B.= Papierene Brück', oder Die hefker Welt. RIBL's
Lebensbeschreibung; der Ssod vun Magnetism, äuch wās es thut sich auf
jener Welt, etc.... Warsaw, 1894. 8vo, 78 pp.

=Ostrowski, S. M.= Der Maskeradenball. A satirische Poeme in Versen.
Warsaw, 1884. 16mo, 135 pp.

=Perez, J. L.= Poesie. Warsaw, 1892. 16mo, 34 pp.

Poesie. Zwēites Heft. Monisch. Ballada. Warsaw, 1892, 16mo, 40 pp.

Bekannte Bilder. Verfrōren gewor'en! (Zwēite Auflage.) Warsaw, 1894.
8vo, 22 and 26 and 22 pp.

Klēine Erzaehlungen. Zwēi Bilder. Jōssel Jeschiwe-bocher un' Dās āreme
Jüngel. (Ausgabe vun J. Goido.) Wilna, 1894. 16mo, 32 pp.

=Perel, M.= Die Nacht vun Churban Jeruscholaim. Warsaw, 1892. 8vo, 32 pp.

=Pinski, D.= Brehm. Die Affen. Bearbeitet vun D. Puls. (J. L. Perez's
Ausgaben.) Warsaw, 1894. 12mo, 52 pp.

Reb Schlōme. Erzaehlung. (J. L. Perez's Ausgaben.) Warsaw, 1894. 12mo,
43 pp.

Der grōsser Menschenfreund un' Arāb der Joch. Zwēi Bilder. (Goido's
Ausgaben.) Wilna, 1894. 16mo, 32 pp.

A Verfallener. Drei Erzaehlungen. (Ausgaben "Zeitgeist.") Warsaw, 1896.
16mo, 65 pp.

=Rabinowitsch, S.= Supplements of Volksblatt:

  1884, * No. 32-35. Natascha.
        * No. 39-40. Höcher un' Niedriger.
  1886, * No.  1- 6. Die Weltreise.
        * No. 19-22. Kinderspiel.
  1887,   No. 20.    Kinderspiel. A merkwürdige Liebe vun
                       a gepesteten, a gebaleweten, a reichen
                       jüdischen Benjochid. 4to, 89 pp.
  1887, No. 26.   A Chossen a Doktor (A Stubsach).
                    16mo, 18 pp.
        No. 27.   Lagbōmer (A froehliche Geschichte mit
                    a traurigen Ende.) 16mo, 12 pp.
  1888, No. 23.   Reb Sender Blank un' sein vullgeschätzte
                    Familie. A Roman ohn' a Liebe.
                    8vo, 104 pp.

*Schomer's Mischpet.

Dās Messerl. (A narrische, nor a traurige Geschichte vun mein Kindheit)
St. Petersburg, 1887. 16mo, 26 pp.

A Büntel Blumen oder Poesje ohn' Gramen. Berdichev, 1888. 16mo, 45 pp.

Supplements to the Volksbibliothēk:

Stempenju. A jüdischer Roman. 1888. 8vo, viii and 94 pp.

Jossele Ssolowee. 1889. 8vo, (4) and 180 pp.

Auf Jischuw Erzisroel. A Ssipur ha-Maisse. Kiev, 1890. 16mo, 44 pp.

Kol-mewasser zu der jüdischer Volksbibliothēk. Odessa, 1892. 4to, 40 pp.
(80 columns.)

Jaknehos, oder Dās grōsse Börsenspiel. A Komödie in vier Akten. Kiev,
1894. 32mo, 172 pp., but p. 32 is repeated 13 times.

Der jüdischer Kongress in Basel. Vorgelesen in alle Kiewer
Botee-midroschim nāch dem Referat vun Dr. M. Mandelstamm, bearbeitet in
Žargon. Warsaw, 1897. 8vo, 30 pp. (Published by the Zionistic Society
Achiassaf.)

Auf wās bedarfen Jüden a Land? Etliche erenste Wörter far'n Volk.
Warsaw, 1898. 8vo, 20 pp. (Achiassaf).

Moschiach's Zeiten. A zionistischer Roman. (Verlag Esra.) Berdichev,
1898. 16mo, 51 pp. (unfinished).

=Reichersohn, Z. H.= Basni Krilow, oder Krilows Fabeln (Mescholim) in neun
Ābthēilungen, übersetzt vun Russisch in Jüdisch-deutsch. (2 parts.)
Wilna, 1879. 16mo, 156 and 166 pp.

=Reingold, I.= A Büntel Blumen. Volksgedichte. Chicago, 1895. 16mo, 32 pp.

Der Weltsinger. Prächtige Volkslieder. Chicago, 1894. 8vo, 40 pp.

=Rombro, J.= Die eiserne Maske, oder der unglücklicher Prinz. Ein
historischer Roman aus dem Leben vun dem Koeniglichen Hof in der Zeit
vun Ludwig dem 13ten in Frankreich. Frei übersetzt vun Ph. Krantz.
Wilna, 1894. 8vo, 114 pp.

=Rosenfeld, M.= Poesien un' Lieder. Erster Thēil. Nazionale Lieder.
Gedichte un' Lieder. New York, 1893. 8vo, 46 pp.

Liederbuch. Erster Thēil. New York, 1897. 8vo, 88 pp.

Songs from the Ghetto. With Prose Translation, Glossary, and
Introduction, by Leo Wiener. Boston, Copeland and Day, 1898. 16mo, 115
pp.

=Sahik, D.= Die Rose zwischen Dörner. Ein Theater in 4 Akten. Petrokow,
1884. 8vo, 80 pp.

=Schafir, B. B.= Schire-Bas-Ichuda. Lieder über die Verfolgung der Juden
in Russland und den Antisemitismus in anderen Ländern, in der Mundart
der Juden Galiziens mit hebräischer Uebersetzung, gesungen von Bajrach
Benedikt Schafir aus Przemyśl [1883]. 16mo, 65 pp.

Freudele die Mame. Lemberg, 1882. Long 16mo, 21 pp.

Melodien aus der Gegend am San. Gedichte und Lieder in
galizisch-jüdischem Dialekte. (2 parts.) Cracow, 1886. 16mo, 75 and 85
pp.

=Schaikewitsch, N. M.= Der Bal-tschuwe, oder Der falscher Chossen. Ein
höchst interessanter Roman. Wilna. 1880. 8vo, 170 pp.

Der Rewisor. A Komödie in 4 Akten. Umgearbeitet frei vun der berühmter
russischer Komödie "Rewisor." Odessa, 1883. 8vo, 56 pp.

A Patsch vun sein lieben Nāmen. A klēiner Roman. Warsaw, 1889. 8vo, 33
pp.

=Schapiro, W.= Der Zwuak, oder Der maskirter Reb Zodek. A Roman. (Nāch
Mapu's Ait Zowua.) Odessa, 1896. 8vo, 235 pp.

=Schatzkes, M. A.= Der jüdischer Var-Peessach, oder Minhag Jisroel. A
Ssipur Niflo vun dem Art Leben vun unsere Jüden, un' bejōsser in der
Lito, etc. Warsaw, 1881. 8vo, 180 pp. Many editions.

=Seiffert, M.= Bei'm Thür fun Ganeeden, oder A puster Cholem mit a grōssen
Emes. A phantastischer Roman. New York, 1898. 8vo, 64 pp.

Itele un' Gütele. Roman aus dem jüdischen Leben in Lito. Wilna, 1891.
8vo, 219 pp.

=Sharkansky, A. M.= Jüdische Nigunim. Poetical Works. New York, 1895. 8vo,
62 pp.

=Sobel, J. Z.= Schir Sohow lekowed Jisroel ha-Soken. Übersetzt in
Jüdisch-deutsch, Jisroel der Alte. New York, 1877. 16mo, 36 pp.

=Sobel, S.= Siwugim, oder Die Wikuchim. Zum lustigen Zeit-vertreiben.
Warsaw, 1874. 16mo, 86 pp.

=Spektor, M.= *A Roman ohn' a Nāmen. Ein Erzaehlung vun dem jüdischen
Leben. Zwēite Auflage mit viel neue Kapitlich un' Verbesserungen. St.
Petersburg, 1884. 8vo, 110 pp.

Supplements to the Volksblatt:

  1884, *No.  1-31. Der jüdischer Mužik.
        *No. 41-51. Reb Treitel.
  1885, *No.  1- 9. Reb Treitel.
         No.  9-17. A stummer guter Jüd'. 8vo, 68 pp.
        *No. 18-50. Aniim we-Ewjonim.
        *No. 50-51. Die Krämer in Aleksandria.
  1886, *No.  7-16. Jüdisch.
        *No. 24-42. A Welt mit klēine Weltelech.

Der stummer Guter-Jüd'. Ein Erzaehlung vun der letzter
russisch-türkischer Krieg. Wilna, 1889. 8vo, 76 pp.

Scholem Faiwischke die Krämerke. Zwēi Maisses. Warsaw, 1890. 16mo, 26
pp.

_The same_, under the title: Weiberscher Erewjontew. 1892. 16mo, 26 pp.

Der modner Schuster. Roman. Berdichev, 1891. 16mo, 32 pp.

_The same._ Warsaw, 1894. 16mo, 32 pp.

A weibersche Neschome. Roman. Berdichev, 1891. 16mo, 32 pp.

_The same._ Warsaw, 1894. 16mo, 32 pp.

_The same_, under the title: Schoen un' Mies, oder Zwēi Chawertes.
Erzaehlung vun balebatischen Leben. Warsaw, 1895. 16mo. 23 pp.

_The same._ Russian translation, by M. Chaschkes. Dvē podrugi.
Psichologičeskij razskaz. (Reprint of Vilenskij Věstnik.) Wilna, 1895.
16mo, 21 pp.

Chaim Jentes. Erzaehlung. Berdichev, 1892. 16mo, 32 pp.

Der heuntiger jüdischer Mužik. Roman. Berdichev, 1892. 16mo, 32 pp.

Jüdische Studenten un' jüdische Tōchter. Roman. 1892. 8vo, 124 pp.

Purim un' Peessach. Bilder un' Erzaehlungen. Berdichev, 1893. 16mo, 36
pp.

Gut gelebt un' schoen gestorben. Erzaehlung. Warsaw, 1894. 16mo, 28 pp.

Supplements to the Hausfreund:

  1895. Reb Treitel. 8vo, 148 pp.
  1896. Drei Parschōn. Erzaehlung vun die siebziger un'
          achziger Jāhren. 8vo, 71 pp.

=Terr, J.= Natur un' Leben. Romanen, Erzaehlungen, Dramen, Skizzen,
Anekdoten, Poesie un' Witzen, gesammelte un' originelle. New York, 1898.
8vo.

=Winchevsky, M.= Lieder un' Gedichte. Poetical Works. Published by the
Group "Yehi-Or." New York, 1894. 16mo, 128 pp. (unfinished).

Jehi Ōr. Eine Unterhaltung über die verkehrte Welt. Herausgegeben vun
der Newarker Gruppe "Ritter der Freiheit." 2te Herausgabe. Newark, N.J.,
1890. 8vo, 24 pp.

=Zederbaum, A.= Die Gehēimnisse von Berdiczew. Eine Characterschilderung
der dortigen jüdischen Gemeinde, als Muster der jüdischen Sitten.
Warsaw, 1870. 8vo, 84 and (2) pp.

=Zuckermann, M.= Der Meschugener in siebeten Himmel, oder A Reise auf dem
Luftballon, von Jules Verne. Warsaw, 1896. 8vo, 38 pp.

=Zunser, E.= Kolrina. Neue acht Lieder. Wilna, 1870. 32mo, 64 pp. Schirim
Chadoschim. Acht neue, grōsse, feine Lieder. Wilna, 1871. 32mo, 64 pp.

Der Ssandek. Eydkuhnen, 1872. 32mo, 64 pp.

Hamnageen. Vier neue, herrliche Lieder mit Melodien. Wilna, 1876. 32mo,
31 pp.

Schiree Om. Volkslieder. Drei neue Lieder zu singen mit Melodien. Wilna,
1876. 32mo, 32 pp.

Hamsamer. Neue vier Lieder. Wilna, 1890. 32mo, 31 pp.

Die Eisenbahn mit noch zwēi teuere Lieder. Wilna, 1890. 32mo, 28 pp.

Zunser's verschiedene Volkslieder, welche wer'en gesungen vun'm Volk mit
sejere Melodien. Text mit Musik verfasst un' komponirt vun'm
Volksdichter Eliokum Zunser, herausgegeben durch David Davidoff. New
York, 1891. 8vo, 80 pp.

Zehn jüdische Volkslieder, verfasst mit die Harmonie vun
Musikbegleitung. Vierte Auflage. Wilna, 1891. 16mo, 95 pp.

Higojon Behinor. Neue vier Lieder, wās see seinen gesungen gewor'en mit
Begleitung vun Fiedel. Wilna, 1897. 16mo, 60 pp.

=Zweifel, E. Z.= Tochachas Chaim. Strāfrēd'. Wilna, 1865. 32mo, 96 pp.

Sseefer Musser Haskel, herausgegeben vun Esriel Epl Weiz. Wilna, 1884.
32mo, 52 pp.

Der glücklicher Maftir. A schoene Maisse, wās hāt getroffen zurück mit
ēinige Jāhren; wie a Schneiderjüngel is' durch a Maftir höchst glücklich
gewor'en.... Warsaw, 1886. 8vo, 46 pp.


FOLKLORE

Sseefer Ssipuree Maisses. Warsaw, 1874. 8vo, 170 pp. There are several
editions of it.

       *       *       *       *       *

Maisse Rambam we-Reb Jōssef dela Reyna. Wilna, 1879. 16mo, 32 pp.

Dem Rambam's Zawoe. Dā werd beschrieben die Lebensgeschichte vun dem
grōssen hēiligen Mann Rabeenu Mōsche ben Maimon, sēhr schoene
interessante Ssipurim, äuch die hēilige Zawoe, wās er hāt geschrieben
für seine Kinder, etc. Wilna, 1885. 16mo, 32 pp.

Maisse vun Maharscho, herausgenummen vun Ostrer Pinkes, un' vun Rambam,
un' vun Nōda bi-Jehudo. Warsaw, 1879. 16mo, 16 pp.

Maisse Gur Arje. Dā werd derzaehlt a wunderliche Maisse vun dem
göttlichen Mann ha-Raw ha-Goen ... wās er werd gerufen Gur Arje, etc.
Warsaw, 1890. 16mo, 43 pp.

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Ssipurim. Erzaehlungen vun Rabi Jizchok Aschkenasi Luria. Versammelt vun
Jisroel Bemuhrim ZL. Vol. I. Wilna, 1895. 8vo, 114 pp.

Sseefer Ewen Schlom. Die Beschreibung vun dem Wilner Goen. Sēhr
wunderliche Ssipurim vun sein Grōsskeit in der Tōre un' in alle Chochmes
un' Wissenschaften. Äuch sēhr wunderliche Maisses vun seine berühmte
Talmidim. Wilna, 1895. 16mo, 112 pp.

Eine schoene Geschichte vun ha-Raw ha-Goen Haschach und seine Tochter,
wās hāt sich passiert in die Gseeres vun Schnas ThCh. Un' äuch eine
schoene Geschichte vun einem pōlischen Koenig, welcher eine grōsse
Gseere auf Jüden gegeben hāt, un' wie HSchI seinem Volk geholfen durch
ēinen vun die LW Zadikim. Die Maisse is' verschrieben in ein Maisse-buch
in Krakau. Vienna, 1863. 32mo, 16 pp.

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Sseefer Ssipuree Maisses. (K'hal Chsidim.) In diesen Sseefer werd
derzaehlt sēhr viel wunderliche Maisses vun ha-Raw ha-Kōdesch Jisroel
Balschemtow, etc. Warsaw, 1881. 4to, 84 pp.

Sseefer Maisse Zadikim. Hier is' wunderliche Maisses vun Kdoschim, vun
dem hēiligen Bescht un' vun Boruch vun Mesibōs un' vun die zwēi Brüder
Reb Alimelech un' Reb Susse vun Hanipole un' vun ha-Kōdesch Reb Pinches
vun Korez un' vun ha-Kōdesch Reb Mōsche Loeb vun Ssassuw un' vun
ha-Kōdesch Reb Jizchok vun Lublin. Cracow, 1889. 16mo, 64 pp.

Sseefer Rosin Kadischin. In dem Sseefer werd gebrengt sēhr schoene un'
wunderliche Geschichtes vun sēhr grōsse Leut' Zadikim Jessodee Ōlom.
Warsaw, 1890. 8vo, 32 pp.

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Ssipurim me-Rabeenu Nissim. Warsaw, 1892. 16mo, 59 pp.

Eine ganz neue Maisse vun dem hēiligen Zadik Reb Schmelke. Lemberg,
1893. 16mo, 16 pp.

Eine ganz neue Maisse vun ha-Raw ha-Zadik Reb Pinches me-Korez. Lemberg,
1893. 16mo, 16 pp.

Eine ganz neue Maisse vun ha-Raw ha-Zadik Reb Jisroel, der Rusiner Rebe.
Lemberg, 1893. 16mo, 16 pp.

Mefanejach Nelomim ... Jechiel Michel mi-Slatschuw. Warsaw, 1879. 16mo,
22 pp.

Eine ganz neue Geschichte vun dem Sāten, wie er hāt sich verstellt far
ein jungen Mann un' hāt gesāgt, as er is' a Row un' hāt gewollt
überreden ein Jüd', a Baltschuwe, er soll essen Chomez um Erew Peessach,
etc. Lemberg, 1892. 16mo, 16 pp.

Die Gan-eeden-bachurim. Dā werd derzaehlt zwēi schoene Maisses vun zwēi
Bochurim Baltschuwes, wie asō see hāben sōche gewe'n zu kummen in
lichtigen Gan-eeden, asō ein teuer Ort, wās die grösste Zadikim können
nit ahin kummen. Warsaw, 1885. 16mo, 27 pp.

Die Ssuke in Wald. In diese Geschichte werd derzaehlt, wie Gott helft
Alle, wās versichern sich auf ihm. Äuch is' dā zugegeben a Maisse vun a
Row mit a Ssar un' ein Geschichte vun Rambam. Wilna, 1891. 16mo, 32 pp.

Maisse me-G Achim. Eine sēhr schoene wunderliche Geschichte vun drei
Brüder, grōsse Leut', hanikro Maisse Plies. Warsaw, 1870. 16mo. Large
number of editions.

Maisse schnee Chaweerim. A wunderliche Ausschmues mit 22 Maisses.
Zhitomir, 1877. 16mo, 76 pp.

Mizwas Mlawe Malke u Maisses Plies mischnee Schutfim. Sēhr a schoene,
wunderliche Geschichte vun zwei Schutfim, wās hāben sēhr ehrlich
gehalten un' gehüt' die verte Ssude Mizwas Mlawe Malke. Warsaw, 1881.
16mo, 28pp.

       *       *       *       *       *

Reb Esriel mit dem Bär. A zwēite Geschichte vun Reb Chaim Baltschuwe un'
a dritte vun Reb Sundel Chossid. Wilna, 1896. 16mo, 32 pp.

Die Geschichte vun Bovo. Ein schoen Derzaehlung vun Bovo mit Dresni. Dās
is' gemacht auf dem Art vun Tausend un' Ēin Nacht. Warsaw, 1878. 16mo,
72 pp.

There are many editions of the same. In the Harvard Library are the
following: Wilna, 1895, and Warsaw, 1889. The latter has for a title:
Der Ben Meelach. Dā werd derzaehlt vun a Chossen-kale, viel see hāben
gelitten, un' der Ben-meelach, viel Milchomes er hāt eingenummen, bis es
hāt ihm geglückt, as er is' gewor'en der grösster Kēisser un' sie
Kēisserin vun drei Medines.

Eine schoene Geschichte vun Zenture Venture. Dā werd derzaehlt vun ein
grōssen Ssōcher, wās er is' gewe'n vielmāl in Angst un' Nōt auf dem Jam
un' is' gewe'n in die Händ' vun wilde Menschen un' is' nizel gewor'en
vun die alle Sachen un' is' gekummen zu sein Haus le-Scholem mit viel
Aschires. Wilna, 1895. 16mo, 40 pp. There are many editions of this
story.

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Ssipuree Haploes, oder Gerühmte Geschichte. Dās Sseefer is' gedruckt
gewor'en bischnas ThSH wenikro be-Scheem Maisse-buch, etc. Lublin, 1882.
8vo, 68 pp. Very many editions of this book.

A schoene Geschichte, wie a Loeb' hāt ausgehodewet a klēinem Prinz, wās
der Loeb' hāt ihm aweggechapt vun sein Mutter, der Koenigin, boees er
hāt gesōgen un' hāt ihm asō lang gehalten, bis er is' grōss gewor'en.
Vun A. M. Warsaw, 1878. 32mo, 31 pp.

Der lichtiger Gan-eeden. Ein schoene Geschichte vun Reb Schmerel Machnis
Ōrach, wie er is' gewe'n in lichtigen Ganeeden, nor er hāt dort kēin
ssach nit gewältigt; män hāt ihm bald arausgeworfen. Warsaw, 1878. 16mo,
18 pp.

Ein schoene Geschichte vun ein Bas-malke, wie sie hāt sich verliebt in
ein Suhn vun ein Gärtner. Warsaw, 1889. 16mo, 72 pp. There are many
editions of this story.

Ein wunderliche Maisse vun dem Bocher Jossenke. Lemberg, 1887. 16mo, 16
pp.

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Anekdoten-buch. Zwēi hundert schoene Witzen, sēhr satirisch zum Lachen,
vun M. Kukelstein. Wilna, 1898. 16mo, 96 pp. Many editions.

Reb Herschele Ostrepoler. Beschrieben alle seine süsse Chochmes un' alle
seine Wörtlech, wās er hat übergelāst, etc. Warsaw, 1884. 16mo, 24 pp.
Many editions. Second part. Wilna, 1895. 16mo, 24 pp.

Der berühmter Herschel Ostropoler. Zunaufgesammelt vun A. I. Buchbinder.
Wilna, 1895. 8vo, 32 pp.

Dās froehliche Herschel Ostropoler oder Der wolweler Theaterstück.
Warsaw, 1890. 8vo, 52 pp. Many editions.

Motke Chabad oder Witze über Witze. Herausgegeben vun M. I. Lewitan.
Wilna, 1892. 16mo, 32 pp. Many editions.

Schaike Feifer, oder Der weltberühmter Witzling. New York, s. d. 8vo, 32
pp.

Jōssef Loksch vun Drazne (in Pōlen) ... un' vun sein Gabe Akiwe Blas.
Wilna, 1895. 16mo, 23 pp.

Der Chelmer Chochem. Dās is' a Geräthenisch vun a Chelmer, wās er hāt
gemēint, as er is' a Chochem, un' män mus lachen, as män lejent die
kluge Einfälle vun a Chelmer Chochem. Verfasat vun Hirs Bik. Lemberg,
1887. 16mo, 16 pp.


JUDEO-GERMAN BOOKS WITH GERMAN
CHARACTERS

=Gnib, I. D. H.= Das Chanuke Trenderl, ein antiques Familienstück von
Unsere Leut'. In 2 Aufzügen, renovirt. Vienna, 1884. 16mo, 30 pp.

Der Schadchen von Unsere Leut'. Ein rewmatisches Zugstück in drei
Aufzügen, zusammengeschlempert. Vienna, 1887. 16mo, 56 pp.

Der Johrmark zu A ... z. Eine Charakterschilderung von unsere
Marktleut'. In 3 Skizzen, aufgenommen. Vienna, 1871. 16mo, 32 pp.

=Mendelssohn, L.= Intimes aus der Liliengass'. Ein Buchdrama in I. Akt.
Berlin, s. a. 16mo, 62 pp.

=Rosée, A.= Esther und Haman! Ein Purimspiel in einem Aufzuge. Vienna,
1884. 16mo, 24 pp.

=S(chwarz) A.= Aus längstvergangenen Tagen. Drei alte Gold-stückchen nebst
einem Anhang. Budapest, s. a. 16mo, 31 pp.

=Schwarz, P.= Reb Simmel Andrichan. Ein Purimspiel in vier Aufzügen.
Vienna, 1878. 16mo, 55 pp.

*Reb Moire Nachrendl. Charaktergemälde in 5 Aufzügen. Eine humoristische
Brochure in jüdisch-deutschem Jargon, zur Unterhaltung und Belehrung.

*Reb Jone. Lustspiel zur Unterhaltung und Erheiterung. In fünf Aufzügen.

=Wolfsohn.= Reb Chanoch der betrogene Bigott, oder Der entlarvte
Scheinheilige. Lustspiel in 3 Aufzügen. Pest, s. a. 16mo, 43 pp.

=Anonymous.= *Der Gütsteher. Travestie nach Schillers Ballade, 'Die
Bürgschaft.'

(=Reb Leser Scholetsetzer.=) Das Lied vom Scholet. Travestie von Schillers
'Lied von der Glocke.' 'n Chosens Kloles. Travestie nach Uhlands 'Des
Sängers Fluch.' Vienna, s. a. 16mo, 20 pp.




II. APPENDIX

NAMES OF AUTHORS AND THEIR PSEUDONYMS

The italicized names are those that are better known than the real names
of the authors.

      AUTHORS                       PSEUDONYMS

  =Abramowitsch, S. J.=        _Mendele Mōcher Sforim._

  =Baranow, M.=                Ben Efraim.

  =Bukanski.=                  Ben Pōres.

  =Cahan, Ab.=                 Bernstein Dāwid, Proletarischker Magid.

  =Cantor.=                    Mōsche Gläzel, Graf M. I. Kweetl, Welwel
                                 Zopzerik.

  =Dawidowitsch.=              Ben Dāwid.

  =Feigenbaum, B.=             Magid vun Ewjenischok, Raüberjüdel,
                                 Scha Pesches.

  =Freid, M.=                  Fremder, Ssimchessossen.

  =Frischmann, D.=             Goldberg A.

  =Goido, J.=                  Hoido J., _Gorin_, Lebensohn A.

  =Goldberg, I. Ch.=           Jaknehuz.

  =Gurewitsch.=                _Libin, Z._

  =Katzenellenbogen.=          Buki Ben Jogli.

  =Kobrin, L.=                 Rafaelowitsch Sch., Genosse Cervera,
                                 Witeblanin, L.

  =Lerner, J. J.=              Herdner.

  =Lewin, I.=                  Jehalel.

  =Lewner, J. B.=              Nachmen Ben Wowsi.

  =Linetzki, J. J.=            Eli Kozin Hazchakueli.

  =Meisach, J.=                Ssar-schel-Jam.

  =Perez, J. L.=               Ben-tomar, Gam-su, Ha-jossem mi-Nimi-row,
                                 Finkel L., Lampenputzer, Lez vun
                                 der Redakzie, Luziper, Paloi, Dr. Stizer.

  =Pinski, D.=              Dōfek, Dāwid, Puls D.

  =Rabinowitsch, M. J.=     _Ben-Omi._

  =Rabinowitsch, S.=        Bücherfresser, Essbücher, Esther, Schelumiel,
                             _Scholem Aleechem_, Schulamis.

  =Rabnizki.=               Rebi Kozin.

  =Rombro, J.=              _Krantz Ph._, Jainkele Chochem.

  =Samostschin, P.=         P. Z., Eli Feelet mi-Sastschin.

  =Samostschin, Mrs.=       Bas-malke.

  =Schaikewitsch, N. M.=    _Schomer._

  =Schapiro, E. I.=         Isch.

  =Schatzkes, M. A.=        Selikowitsch M.

  =Selikowitsch.=           Litwischer Philosoph, Aus Kapeluschmacher,
                             Sambation, Wachlaklakes.

  =Spektor, M.=             Emes, Lamedwownik.

  =Spektor, Mrs.=           _Isabella._

  =Wechsler, M.=            Isch Nomi.

  =Winchevsky, M.=          _Ben Nez_, _Meschugener Philosoph_, Chaim
                             Barburim, Chaim Bolbetun, Der Dāsiger,
                             T. E. Debkin, Jankele Traschke.




INDEX


Abderitic towns, 52.

_Abendblatt_, 223, 225.

Abrahams, 90, 231.

Abramowitsch, Solomon Jacob, translated into Polish, 10;
  his use of the older language, 20;
  his vocabulary, 22;
  cradle song, 86;
  translates Sabbath prayers and hymns, 97;
  allegory in 'Judel,' 97, 98;
  review of his life and writings, 148-160;
  first work in _Kol-mewasser_, 150;
  his birth, 150;
  education, 150;
  wanderings, 150, 151;
  life in Kremenets, 151;
  meeting with Gottlober, 151, 152;
  beginning of literary career, 152;
  artistic nature, 152;
  compared with his predecessors, 152, 153;
  his ideal of reform, 153;
  love of the people, 153, 154;
  style and language, 154;
  abandons anonym, 155;
  'The Little Man,' 155;
  'The Meat-Tax, or the Gang of City Benefactors,' 155, 156;
  a social factor, 156;
  'Fischke the Lame,' 156, 157;
  study of mendicant life, 157;
  'The Dobbin,' 157-159;
  psychological study, 157;
  prophecy, 158;
  personifies the Jewish race in the allegory, 159;
  prohibition of re-issue of book, 159;
  'The Wanderings of Benjamin the Third,' 159, 160;
  study from nature, 159;
  creates the 'Jewish Don Quixote,' 159;
  'The Enlistment,' 160;
  scientific articles, 160;
  called 'Grand-father,' 160;
  ceases writing, 178;
  on prayers, 245, 246;
  'The Useful Calendar,' 252;
  and see ix, 51, 176, 177, 179, 187, 231, 234, 235, 251, 252, 255.
  Extracts and translations: 'The Dobbin,' 276-285;
  'Parasiteville,' 284-295.

Abramsky, 237.

Absorption of Russian Jews by America, xi, 119.

Adelberg, S., 51.

Africa, Jews in, 248.

'Ahasuerus-play,' 231, 234, 239.

"A klēine Weile wöllen mir spielen," 56.

Aksenfeld, Israel, influenced by Lefin, 136;
  review of his life and works, 140-145;
  influence of his wife, 141;
  'The Fillet of Pearls,' 141, 142;
  style and language, 142;
  drama, 142-145;
  'The First Recruit,' 142-145;
  his works as historical documents, 145;
  anonym, 148, 149;
  and see 137, 138, 154, 160, 161, 177, 234, 235.

Alexander stories, compared to Schaikewitsch's novels, 174.

Alexander II., his reforms not liberal, 158;
  play at coronation, 235.

Allegory, not employed by Ehrenkranz, 77;
  in Goldfaden's songs, 87, 88;
  in Abramowitsch's works, 97, 98;
  why resorted to by Russian authors, 211, 212;
  employed by Perez, 212, 213.

_Allgemeine Zeitung des Judenthums_, 29, 31.

Almanacs, Abramowitsch's, 160;
  Harkavy's, 227;
  their importance, 252, 253.

Alperin, J. J., 155.

"A Maedele werd a Kale," 62.

America, difficulty of collecting data in, x;
  absorbing Russian Jews, xi, 119;
  future of J. G. in, 10;
  evolution of J. G., 22;
  badchen, 93;
  poetry, 118-130;
  increased well-being, 118;
  dulling of Jewish sensibilities, 119;
  American ballads in J. G., 119;
  in Zunser's songs, 120;
  in J. G. literature, 134, 135;
  Longfellow in J. G., 168;
  H. Beecher-Stowe in J. G., 171;
  prose writers in, 216-230;
  Russian Jews before 1881, 216, 217;
  the immigration, 217, 218;
  first writers, 218;
  daily press, 219;
  socialistic propaganda, 219, 220;
  authors, 220-224;
  magazines, 226-229;
  instruction in citizenship, by Harkavy, 228;
  and see 64, 135, 214, 248.

_American People's Calendar_, 227;
  and see 10.

_Americana Germanica_, 76.

Americanus, 10.

Amphibrachic measure, in Rosenfeld's poetry, 129.

Amsterdam, viii, 19, 32.

Anarchists, Jewish, in America, 121-123;
  Edelstadt, 122, 123;
  periodical in J. G., 223;
  and see 126.

Andersen's fables, in J. G., 44.

_Andover Review_, on J. G. literature, 10.

Andree, R., attacks J. G., 12.

Animal life, in literature, 157-159, 213.

Anonyms, 148, 149, 155, 171.

Anthropology, in literature, 249.

_Anuarul pentru Israeliti_, 44, 51.

Apotheker, David, 80, 81.

Appleton & Co., 221.

Arabic, in non-Semitic languages, 15;
  'Thousand and One Nights,' 27;
  word-books in J. G., 248.

_Arbeiterzeitung_, as an educator, 219;
  its history, 221, 223;
  and see 225.

_Archiv für Litteraturgeschichte_, 27.

'Arise, my People!' M. Gordon's, 83.

'Aristocratic Marriage, The,' Goldfaden's, 87, 88.

Arithmetic, in J. G., 246.

Art, conception of its perfection, 95.

Arthur, King, in J. G., 2, 4, 43.

Asiatic Museum, J. G. collection, viii.

Assimilation, advanced by M. Gordon, 83, 84;
  of no avail, 158;
  as viewed by Spektor, 185;
  no longer preached, 191.

Assyria, 50.

Astor Library, manuscript of Ettinger, 101.

_Atlantic Monthly_, 221.

Atonement day, in songs, 67.

'Atonement Day, The,' Dienesohn's, 190, 191;
  extract and translation, 314-325.

"Auf'n Barg stēht a Taübele," 65.

'Aunt Sosie,' Goldfaden's, 236;
  extract and translation, 268-273.

Austria, J. G. books in German letters, 256.

Awramowitsch, coupletist, 119.


Badchens, imitate Galician poets, 80;
  school of, 90-94;
  his functions, 91;
  Zunser's innovation, 91, 92;
  American modification of, 93, 94;
  why popular, 104;
  and see 61, 95.

Bader, Gerschon, 253.

Baethgen, F., 29.

Bakst, printer, 254.

Ballads, Rosenfeld's, 128;
  Goldfaden's, 237;
  singers of, in Roumania, 237.

Bal-schem-tow, birth, 35;
  legends of, 38-40;
  legendary life, 39, 40;
  Spektor's novel of, 186.

'Bar of Soap, The,' Berenstein's, 86.

'Bar-kochba,' Goldfaden's, 239.

_Bas-kol_, 252.

Bastille, in J. G. poetry, 123.

'Beard, The,' M. Gordon's, 84.

Beckermann, 174.

Beecher-Stowe, H., in J. G., 171.

'Beggar Family, The,' Rosenfeld's, 127.

Beggar songs, 66.

Beilinsohn, printer, 254.

"Bei'm Breg Wasser thu' ich stēhn," 60.

Bender, A. P., 50.

Béranger, translated, 89.

Berdichev, and Abramowitsch, 31, 152, 153, 155, 160;
  printers, 254.

Berenson, B., on literature, 10.

Berenstein, S., and M. Gordon, 82, 83;
  his German culture, 85, 86;
  poems, 86, 87;
  cradle song, 88.

Bernas, I., editor of _Handelskalender_, 253;
  of _Hatikwoh_, 256.

Bernstein, A., in J. G., translation and imitation, 171, 202.

Bernstein, Ignaz, proverbs, 51, 193.

Bernstein's Natural Science, in J. G., 249.

Berśadskij, S. A., on Saul Wahl, 54.

Bescht, see Bal-schem-tow.

Betrothal, early, 57.

'Betrothal, The,' Goldfaden's, 87.

'Bevys of Hamptoun,' in J. G., 8, 27, 43;
  mentioned by Dick, 169.

Bibikov, 155.

Bible, Blitz, 19;
  apocryphal stories, 29;
  preferred to Czar, 68;
  Biblical songs, Goldfaden's, 88.

Bibliography, imperfect data, ix;
  in _Volksbibliothēk_, 199, 200.

_Bibliothēk_, see _Jüd. Bibliothēk_.

Bick, J. S., defends Lefin, 136.

Bilingualism, of medieval literatures, 1;
  of Jews, 2.

Biographies, by Dick, 171;
  of Rabbis, 244.

'Bird, The,' Zunser's, 93.

Blaustein, 174.

Blitz Bible, its language, 19.

Blumauer, translated, 101.

Bodleian Museum, J. G. collection, vii.

Bohemia, Jews of, 3;
  words in J. G., 16.

'Bontsie Silent,' Perez's, 210, 211.
  In Chrestomathy, 332-353.

'Book of Wisdom of Solomon, The,' 232.

Booksellers and bookstores, 255.

Booth and Salvini, 242.

Boston, periodical, 124.

Bourget, translated, 225.

Bovchover, poetry, 229.

Bovo, see 'Bevys.'

Bowery Garden Theatre, 240.

'Bowery Girl, The,' in J. G., 119.

Bredow, G. G., 30.

Brehm, in J. G., 249.

Bressler, see Kotik.

Brettmann, Maschil, 166.

British Museum, J. G. collection, viii.

Broder, Berel, poetry of, 79-80;
  his imitators, 91, 92;
  and see 103.

'Broom and a Sweeping, A,' Winchevsky's, 124.

Brown, John, in J. G. poetry, 123.

Browning, Robert, 168.

Brüll, 27, 251.

Buchbinder, on superstitions, 50, 193;
  and see 174, 187.

Budianov, 228.

Budson, 174.

Bukanski, 229.

Bukarest, theatre in, 236, 237.

Bulgaria, its literature compared with J. G., 9;
  its orthography, 21;
  language, 23;
  renaissance, 135.

Burlesque, older, 231;
  Goldfaden's, 237.

Buxtorf, 29, 42.

Byplay, see _Zuspiel_.


Cabbala, and Khassidism, 168;
  and see 20, 50.

Cahan, Abraham, review of his life and writings, 221, 222;
  founds periodical, 221;
  writes English sketches, 221;
  style, 221;
  works not of the highest merit, 222;
  and see 223, 225, 226.

'Cain,' Goldfaden's, 88.

Calendars, see Almanacs.

Campe, J. H., translated by Hurwitz, 134;
  by Dick, 171;
  imitated by Tannenbaum, 222.

Canal Street, New York, centre of Ghetto, 216.

Candle tax, in 'Little Man,' 156.

Cantonment, of Jewish children, 68.

Career of Jew, in song, 57.

Cassel, D., 31.

'Cat and the Mouse, The,' Hornstein's, 117.

'Cemetery Nightingale, The,' Rosenfeld's, 128.

'Cemetery, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78;
  Sharkansky's, 121;
  in poetry, 80.

Cervantes, M., compared to Abramowitsch, 159.

Chadak, 247.

'Chaimel the Rich,' Falkowitsch's, 174.

Chaldea, superstitions of, 28, 50.

'Chanuka,' Lerner's, 238.

_Chapers_, 68, 90.

Chaschkes, M., poetry, 106, 107.

_Cheeder_, language of, 20;
  and see 57, 109, 150.

Chekhov, his influence on writers, 222, 230;
  translated, 225.

Chelm, wise man of, 52.

'Child's Play,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 195, 196.

Childhood, in folksong, 56.

Children's songs, 54.

Chodrower, M. J., 156.

'Cholera in the Year 1866, The,'Ehrenkranz's, 79.

Chrestomathy, its normalized text, x.

Chronicle, rhymed, of military service, 68;
  of persecution, 70.

_City Guide, The_, 226;
  and see _Stādtanzeiger_.

'Clock, The,' Zunser's, 93.

'Colonization of Palestine, The,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 198.

Columbus, in literature, 134, 135;
  and Washington, 120.

Comedy, Gottlober's, 76, 145, 146;
  L. Levinsohn's, 166, 167;
  Schaikewitsch's, 173;
  S. Rabinowitsch's, 198;
  Ahasuerus play, 231, 232, 234;
  Goldfaden's, 236;
  Sahik's, 243;
  Frumkis's, 243.

Comical songs, 70, 71;
  Schafir's, 81.

Commemoration, songs of, by Schafir, 81.

Condition, of Jews in beginning of century, 131.

'Consolation,' Berenstein's, 86.

Consonants, pronunciation of, x.

Constitution, of United States, in J. G., 228.

'Contented, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

Contributions, paid by Rabinowitsch, 199.

'Conversation of the Khassidim, The,' Brettmann's, 166.

_Cosmopolitan_, 221.

Cossacks, massacre by, in folksong, 69.

'Countryman and the Townsman, The,' Zunser's, 93.

Cracow, printing offices, 16;
  local legends, 32, 35;
  and see ix, 37, 106.

Cradle songs, as folksongs, 54;
  Abramowitsch's, Linetzki's, Goldfaden's, S. Rabinowitsch's, 86;
  Goldfaden's, 88.

'Cradle, The,' Berenstein's, 86.

'Crazy Beggar-Student, The,' Perez's, 204, 206.

Criticism, in _Volksbibliothēk_ and _Volksblatt_, 199-202;
  Frischmann's, 201;
  S. Rabinowitsch's, 201;
  Rabnizki's, 201;
  Katz's, 228;
  critical apparatus, Hermalin's, 228.

"Criticus," 10.

Culture, defined by M. Gordon, 85.

Czar, in folksong, 68;
  cultural efforts of, 74;
  not praised in literature, 120;
  calamity of serving him, 143.


Dactyllic measure, Frug's, 108;
  Winchevsky's, 124.

'Daisy Bell,' in J. G., 119.

Dalman, G. H., 76.

Dan, 50.

Danish, translation from, 171.

Dante, compared with Rosenfeld, 130.

'Dark Young Man, The,' Dienesohn's, 189.

Darwinism, in J. G. literature, 249.

Daudet, in J. G., 225.

'David and Goliath,' 231.

'David Copperfield,' translated, 225.

David, King, in legend, 32.

'Day and Night,' Broder's, 80.

'Decktuch, Dās,' Gottlober's, 76, 145, 146.

Declaration of Independence, in J. G., 228.

'Despair,' Rosenfeld's, 128.

'Destiny, or Discussions for Pleasant Pastime,' S. Sobel's, 96.

Deterioration, of J. G., since Dick, 172-174;
  its cause, 175, 176.

_Deutsche Mundarten_, 13.

Dialects, of J. G., 17-22;
  origin near the Middle Rhine, 17, 18;
  contact kept up with literary German, 18;
  uniformity in books, 18;
  evolution of, in Russia, 18, 19;
  in literature, 21, 22.

'Dialogue of the New-born Soul with the Angel of Life,' 96.

Dick, Aisik Meier, his corrupt language, 22, 23;
  deterioration of language, 134;
  review of his works, 169-172;
  noble purpose, 169-171;
  earnestness, 171;
  prolific activity, 171;
  cheap editions, 171, 172;
  anonyms, 171;
  his followers, 172;
  death, 177;
  and see 35, 68, 145, 173-175, 179, 189, 193, 216.

Dickens, Charles, in J. G., 225.

Dictionary, Lifschitz's, 247.

Dienesohn, Jacob, on J. G. literature, 10;
  rejoinder to Graetz, 13;
  review of his works, 189-191;
  'The Dark Young Man,' 189;
  his popularity, 189;
  creates the sentimental novel, 189;
  activity in the _Volksblatt_, 190;
  'Stone in the Way,' 190;
  'Herschele,' 190;
  his gentleness, 190;
  'The Atonement Day,' 190, 191;
  compared with Rabinowitsch, 195;
  and see viii, 192, 233, 253;
  extract and translation, 314-325.

'Dietrich of Bern,' 4, 43.

Difficulty of study of J. G. literature, viii, ix.

Diminutives, Slavic, in J. G., 108.

'Discovery of America, The, 'Hurwitz's, 134;
  its popularity, 136;
  and see 147, 248.

Dispute, songs of, Ehrenkranz's, 78;
  Broder's, 80;
  Linetzki's, 82;
  Zunser's, 93;
  S. Sobel's, 96.

Dlugatsch, 22.

'Do, do, Huckleberry, Do,' in J. G., 119.

'Dobbin, The,' Abramowitsch's, 157-159, and see 176;
  extract and translation, 276-285.

'Doctor ----,' Browning's, 168.

'Doctor Almosado,' Goldfaden's, 239.

'Doctor Kugelmann,' 166.

Dolizki, M. M., 229.

'Don Carlos,' on J. G. stage, 240.

'Don Quixote,' Cervantes's in J. G., 228;
  and see 'Jewish Don Quixote, The.'

Dostoyevski, in J. G., 225.

Drama, songs, in Goldfaden's, 89;
  in America, 119, 120;
  Rosenfeld's dramatic character, 129;
  'Serkele,' Ettinger's, 138-140;
  'The First Recruit,' Aksenfeld's, 142-145;
  'The Fillet of Pearls,' Gottlober's, 145, 146;
  Abramowitsch's, 156, 160;
  Falkowitsch's, 174;
  older mysteries, 231-233;
  'David and Goliath,' 231;
  'The Sale of Joseph,' 231-233;
  'The Greatness of Joseph,' 232;
  'The Book of the Wisdom of Solomon,' 232;
  'Sale of Joseph,' Zunser's, 232, 233;
  present performances of mysteries, 233;
  'Purim plays,' 234;
  Kamrasch's, at coronation of Alexander II., 235;
  older literature, 235, 236;
  semi-dramatic style, 235;
  German models, 235;
  couplets in Aksenfeld's and Gottlober's, 235, 236;
  Goldfaden's, 236-240;
  'The Two Neighbors' and 'Aunt Sosie,' 236;
  creation of stage, 236-238;
  in Bukarest, 236, 237;
  in Odessa, 237, 238;
  his immediate followers, 238;
  attack on theatre, 239;
  Goldfaden's _répertoire_, 239;
  translated into Polish, 239;
  in America, 240-242;
  its deterioration, 240;
  Gordin's, 241, 242;
  revival of, 242, 243;
  popular form of poetry, 243;
  and see 229 and Comedy.

'Driver, The,' Perez's, 113.

'Drubbing of the Apostate at Foolstown, The,' Epstein's, 166.

Dukes, L., 29.

Dutch words, in J. G., 19.

'Dworele,' Gordin's, 241.


'Ecclesiastes,' Lefin's, 136;
  in Chrestomathy, 258-261.

Economics, in J. G., 208.

Edelstadt, David, poetry, 122, 123.

Egypt, 50.

Ehrenkranz, Wolf, review of his works, 77-80;
  improvisations, 77;
  his Hebrew translation, 77;
  songs of reflection, 77, 78;
  songs of dispute, 78;
  _Zuspiele_, 78;
  'Memento mori,' 78;
  other poems, 79;
  Khassid songs, 79;
  imitated by Zunser, 91, 92;
  and see 82, 87, 103;
  poem and translation, 260-265.

Eisenmenger, 29.

Eisenstadt and Schapiro, printers, 96.

_Eldad ha-Dani_, 30.

Elijah, in legends, 31, 32;
  and see 39, 169.

'Elischewa,' Gordin's, 241.

_Emeth, The_, Winchevsky's, 124, 226, 227.

'Empty Bottle, The,' Berenstein's, 86.

England, poetry in, 121, 122;
  Winchevsky in, 124;
  Rosenfeld in, 125;
  Russian Jews in, 248;
  periodicals, 255, 256.

English, element in J. G., 22;
  missionaries writing in J. G., 135, 136, 244;
  authors, in translation, 168, 171, 225;
  for Jews, 228;
  Jewish authors in, 229, 230;
  and see x, 17, 27.

'Enlistment, The,' Abramowitsch's 160.

Ephemeral nature, of periodicals, xi;
  of literature, 253, 254.

Epic poetry, why none, 54.

Epigrams, Ettinger's, 101;
  Winchevsky's, 227.

Eppelberg, 253.

Epstein, M., poetry, 165, 166;
  and see 99, 235.

Ersch and Gruber, 30.

Erter, imitated by Gottlober, 146.

Ethical treatises, 5, 244.

Ettinger, Solomon, Dr., fables, 99;
  review of his life and works, 101-103;
  biography, 101;
  imitation of German models, 101;
  his works not specifically Jewish, 101, 102;
  'Serkele,' 138-140;
  ideal and real characters of his drama, 139;
  and see 20, 73, 108, 109, 111, 136-138, 147, 148,
   152, 154, 177, 234, 235, 236;
  poems and translations, 260, 261.

Expatriation, in songs, 67.


Fables, 99-101;
  translations of Krylov, 99, 100;
  Suchostawer's, 99;
  Gottlober's 'The Parliament,' 99, 100;
  Krylov translated by Reichersohn and Singer, 100;
  by Katzenellenbogen, 100;
  Ettinger's, 101;
  Winchevsky's, 124.

Fairy tales, Frischmann's, 202.

'Faithful Love, A,' Frumkis's, 243.

Falkowitsch, J. B., dramas, 174;
  and see 235.

'False Hope, The,' Berenstein's, 86.

_Familienfreund, Der_, 106;
  and see 83, 87, 91, 101, 164, 179, 194, 202.

_Familienkalender_, Spektor's, 91, 96, 116, 179, 213.

Farces, with German letters, 256.

'Fashionable Shoemaker, The,' Spektor's, 181-183.

Faust, bookseller, ix.

Feder, Tobias, attack on J. G., 136.

Feigenbaum, 228, 229.

Feigensohn, Russian Grammar, 247.

"Ferd hāb' ich vun Paris," 71.

'Ferry, The,' Zunser, 93.

Feuilletons, in rhyme, Samostschin's, 117;
  and see 178.

'Fillet of Pearls, The,' Aksenfeld's, 141, 142;
  and see 147.

"Finster is' mein' Welt," 60.

'Firebrand, The,' Goldfaden's, 88.

'First Bath of Ablution, The,' Rosenfeld's, 128.

'First Khassid, The,' Lefin's, 138.

'First Recruit, The,' Aksenfeld's, 142-145;
  and see 160.

'Fischke the Lame,' Abramowitsch's, 156, 157;
  psychological study, 157.

'Flōh vun Tischebow, A,' Frischmann's, 201.

'Floris and Blanchefleur,' 43.

'Flower, The,' Zunser's, 93.

Folklore, German, among Slavic Jews, 4;
  its relation to medievalism, 8;
  in J. G., 25-52;
  diffusion of, 25;
  innate love of, 26;
  long survival of, 36, 27;
  its composite nature, 27, 28;
  Mendelssohnian Reform opposed to, 28;
  Talmudical substratum, 29-32;
  the Sambation, 30, 31;
  treated by Meisach, 30, 31;
  by Abramowitsch, 31;
  Elijah, 31, 32;
  Moses and David, 32;
  medieval legends, 32-36;
  Maimonides, 32-34;
  local legends in Slavic countries, 34, 35;
  in Wilna, 35;
  the Golem, 36;
  the Thirty-six (Lamed-wow) saints, 36-38;
  Khassidic legends, 38-42;
  miracles, 38;
  Bal-schemtow, 38-40;
  stories of his followers, 40, 41;
  story of penance and the grateful dead person, 41, 42;
  strictly Jewish legends, 42;
  medieval romances of Gentile origin, 42-44;
  'Bevys of Hamptoun,' 43;
  'Zeena-Ureena,' 43;
  oral folktales, 44-49;
  their vast number, 44;
  love of story-telling, 44, 45:
  'The Fool is Wiser than the Wise,' 45-49;
  popular beliefs, 49, 50;
  their composite nature, 50;
  imaginary beings and animals, 50;
  popular medicine, 50;
  proverbs, 51;
  anecdotes, Abderitic towns, 52;
  folklore, in Linetzki, 162;
  in Dick, 169;
  in Meisach, 193.

Folksong, 53-71;
  retrospective spirit in, 53;
  consideration of nature absent, 54;
  no epic poetry, 54;
  cradle song, 54, 55;
  motherhood, ideal for women, 55, 56;
  childhood in, 56;
  man's career, 56, 57;
  conception of love, 57-59;
  songs of pining, 59-61;
  wedding and marriage in, 61-63;
  songs, of suffering, 63, 64;
  of widowhood, 64, 65;
  of orphans, 65, 66;
  of military service, persecution, 67-70;
  of soldier's life, 68, 69;
  of massacres, 69, 70;
  gloomy view of life, 70;
  comical ditties, 70, 71;
  songs of Khassidism, 71;
  Lerner, on, 192.

'Fool is Wiser than the Wise, The,' 45-49.

France, Russian Jews in, 248.

Francke, K., 63.

Frankfurt, resemblance of its dialect to J. G., 17;
  local legends, 32.

_Free World, The_, 255.

Freid, M. J., 213;
  and see viii.

French authors, in J. G. translation, 89, 123, 168, 171, 225, 227, 238, 241;
  and see 28.

Frischmann, David, poetry, 116, 117;
  as a critic, 201;
  his prose, 202;
  and see 199, 253;
  poem and translation, 294-301.

'From the Marriage Baldachin,' M. Gordon's, 84.

Frug, S., his defence of J. G., 12;
  review of his life and works, 107-110;
  why writing in J. G., 107;
  previous poetical career in Russian, 108;
  greater value of his J. G. poetry, 108;
  model of beautiful style, 108;
  mellifluousness of his word-formations, 108, 109;
  his subject--tears, 109;
  review of his songs, 109;
  absence of dramatic qualities, 110;
  Rosenfeld's greeting to, 126;
  and see 122, 125, 187;
  poems and translation, 306-311.

Frumkis, Sanwill, dramatist, 243.

'Fur Cap, The,' Perez's, 211.

_Future, The_, 255.


Galicia, culture of Jews in, 72;
  its periodicals, 72;
  its poets, 77-82;
  Ehrenkranz, 77-79;
  Broder, 79, 80;
  imitated by badchens, 80;
  Apotheker, 80, 81;
  Schafir, 81, 82;
  reform in, 132;
  theatre in, 242;
  periodicals, 250;
  printing offices, 255;
  and see ix.

Gaon, of Wilna, in folklore, 35, 36.

Garshin, in J. G., 225;
  and see 230.

Gaster, M., 28, 29, 34.

Gelbhaus, S., 27.

Gentiles, their literature identical with Jews', 2, 3;
  blood in Passover ceremony, 82.

Geography, in J. G. literature, 134, 135, 248, 249.

German = civilized, 73;
  a nickname, 149;
  Jews after Mendelssohn, 6;
  culture in Russia, 73;
  language, not possible for Russian Jews, 7;
  element in J. G., in Russia, 21, 23;
  in America, 22, 216, 217;
  in Galicia, 72, 132;
  in Schafir's poetry, 81;
  in periodicals, 133;
  literature, J. G. songs as, 3;
  model for J. G., 7;
  authors in J. G. translations and adaptations, 56, 73,
   76, 101, 102, 146, 147, 165, 168, 225, 238, 241;
  and see Blumauer, Grillparzer, Gutzkow,
   Hauptmann, Lessing, Richter, Schiller, element in folklore, 28;
  school of poetry, 89;
  J. G., with--letters, 256;
  and see 50, 64, 248.

'Geschichte vun Mechiras Jōssef u-Gdulas Jōssef,' 232.

Ghetto, in New York, 119, 217, 218, _et passim_.

_Gilgulim_, in folklore, 44, 50;
  in Gottlober's work, see Transmigration.

Girls' songs, 55, 57-59.

_Globus_, 12, 38, 44.

Gloom, in folksong, 90;
  in Rosenfeld, 129.

Goethe, 128.

Gogol, translated by Schaikewitsch, 173;
  compared with S. Rabinowitsch, 195, 196;
  adapted by Gordin, 241.

Goido, J., his activity in Russia, 213, 214;
  in America, 224, 225;
  and see 10, 226, 228.

Goldfaden, Abraham, review of his poetry, 87-89;
  allegorical and historical songs, 87, 88;
  'The Jew,' 87;
  'The Aristocratic Marriage,' 87, 88;
  'That Little Trace of a Jew,' 88;
  his prolific activity, 88, 89;
  poetry in his dramas, 89;
  'The Jewess,' 89;
  his most original period, 89;
  'Schabssiel,' influenced by Abramowitsch, 98;
  in America, 120, 218;
  starts periodical, 218;
  founds theatre, 236-239, and see Theatre;
  and see 86, 92, 103, 106, 118, 187, 235, 242, 251, 253, 256;
  extracts and translation, 268-273.

Goldstein, Rosa, 116.

'Gold Watch, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

Golem, 36.

Golubok, 240.

Gonto, in rhymed chronicle, 70.

Gordin, J., dramatist, review of his life and works, 241, 242.

Gordon, Jehuda Loeb, not translator of 'Two Grenadiers,' 75;
  review of his poetry, 89, 90;
  not surpassed in simplicity of diction, warmth of feeling,
   and purity of language, 90;
  and see 7, 105, 117, 177, 178;
  poem and translation, 272-277.

Gordon, Michel, review of his life and works, 82-85;
  compared with Berenstein, 82, 83;
  his poetry militant, 83, 84;
  'Arise, my People,' 83, 84;
  preaches assimilation, 84;
  decries evil customs, 84, 85;
  his definition of true culture, 85;
  his ballad, 85;
  Frug's obligation to, 108;
  and see 73, 87-89, 91, 92, 103, 106, 107, 148, 177, 187, 233;
  poem and translation, 264-269.

Gorki, imitated by Kobrin, 226.

Gosche, see _Archiv_.

Gottlieb, H. L., 256.

Gottlober, H. L., his popular poems, 76, 77;
  adaptations of German authors, 76;
  his fable 'The Parliament,' 99, 100;
  influenced by Lefin, 136;
  his comedy 'The Marriage Veil,' 145, 146;
  his satire 'The Transmigration,' 146;
  meeting with Abramowitsch, 151, 152;
  his daughter, 152;
  idealized by Abramowitsch, 155;
  and see viii, 7, 20, 73, 75, 76, 91, 101, 137,
   141, 147, 148, 154, 234, 235.

'Grab, Das,' Uhland's, in J. G., 121.

'Gräberlied, Dās,' Gottlober's, 76.

Grätz, his dogmatic statements, 13;
  translated, 165, 249.

Grammar, J. G., why none, 246, 247.

'Grandfather,' see Abramowitsch.

'Greatness of Joseph, The,' 232.

Greek, spelling compared with J. G., 21;
  Church, its missions among Jews, 244.

'Greeting to Zion,' Schafir's, 81.

Grillparzer, on J. G. stage, 241.

Grimm's fairy tales in J. G., 44.

Grossglück, Solomon, 213.

Grünbaum, M., his ignorance of J. G., ix, 9, 13.

Güdemann, M., his attitude to J. G., 13;
  and see 17, 51.

Günsburg, 134;
  and see Hurwitz, Ch.

Gurewitsch, 226.

Gutzkow, translated, 238.

Gypsy, xi.


_Hajisroeli_, 251.

_Hajōez_, 256.

_Hamagid_, 152.

_Hameliz_, 148, 149, 177, 251.

_Handelskalender_, see _Jüd. Handelskalender_.

'Happy Reader of the Haphtora, The,' Zweifel's, 175.

Harkavy, Alexander, 227, 228;
  founds almanac, 227;
  writer of text-books, 228;
  teacher of American citizenship, 228;
  his deserts in the education of the Jews, 228;
  translates 'Don Quixote,' 228.

Harkavy, Professor, his gift of books, ix.

'Harp, The,' Hornstein's, 117.

Haskala, see Reform.

_Hatikwoh_, 256.

Hauptmann, 111.

_Hausfreund, Der_, compared with the _Volksbibliothēk_, 110;
  its popular character, 186, 187;
  contributors to, 187;
  its aim, 199;
  criticisms in, 201;
  and see 10, 21, 51, 83, 87, 90, 91, 96, 107, 116, 164, 179,
   190, 194, 202, 213, 214, 238, 252.

'He and She,' Perez's, 113.

Hebrew, compared to Latin, 2;
  learning in Slavic countries, 6;
  instruction in, 16;
  in Germany, 17;
  religious literature in, 18;
  studies of Abramowitsch, 151, 152;
  language of enlightenment in Galicia, 72;
  translations, Ehrenkranz's and others, 77;
  literature, affecting J. G., 7;
  in translation, Gottlober's, 76, 147;
  Samostschin's, 117;
  from Luzzato, 168;
  words, their spelling, x;
  in J. G., before 16th century, 15;
  in J. G., vocabulary, 22;
  in Linetzki, 22;
  their absence in Winchevsky and Edelstadt, 122;
  in mnemonic songs, 56.

_Hebrew American_, 228.

_Hebrew Puck_, 227.

_Hēilige Land, Dās_, 87, 91, 201, 252.

Heine, Perez's obligations to, 111;
  his imitation of, 114;
  Rosenfeld's obligations to, 126;
  and see 75.

Heinike, H., 50.

'Hektor and Andromache,' Schiller's, parodied, 121.

Held, Hersch Meier, 155.

Helwich, Ch., 43.

Hermalin, D. M., his works, 228.

'Hernani,' Hugo's, translated, 241.

'Herschele,' Dienesohn's, 190;
  and see 233.

Herschele Ostropoler, 52.

Hidden saints, 36-38.

High German, J. G. a dialect of, 17.

Hindustani, compared with J. G., 15, 17.

"Hinter Jankeles Wiegele," 54, 55;
  made use of by Berenstein, 86.

Historical subjects, not used by Ehrenkranz, 77;
  in Goldfaden's songs, 87;
  in his dramas, 239.

History, in literature, 249;
  of J. G. literature, Schulmann's, ix, 200.

'History of the Jews,' Grätz's translated, 165.

Hochbaum, S., 166.

'Hoffnung, Die,' Schiller's, translated, 86.

_Holiday Leaves_, see _Jontewblättlech_.

Holland, Polish Jews in, 19;
  Rosenfeld in, 125.

'Homesickness,' Schafir's, 81.

Homunculus, see Golem.

Hood, Thomas, translated, 123;
  and see 114, 129.

Hornstein, G. O., his works, 117.

Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 221.

'How Grandfather's Child put on her First Shoes,' Spektor's, 185.

'How the Rich Live,' Winchevsky's, 124.

'Hudel,' Lew's, 99.

Hugo, Victor, translated, poetry, 123;
  novel, 227;
  dramas, 241.

Humor, Linetzki's, 164;
  humoristic magazine, 227.

Hungary, periodical in, 256.

Hurwitz, Chaikel, 133-135;
  his use of a Germanized J. G., 134;
  effect of his 'Discovery of America' on the people, 134, 135;
  not forgiven for writing on worldly matters, 136.

Hurwitz, coupletist, 119, 240.

Hymns, Abramowitsch's, 97.


Ibsen, translated, 241.

'I Cannot Understand,' M. Gordon's, 84.

"Ich gēh' arauf auf'n Gass'," 68.

'Ich lach sich vun euere Traten aus,' Gottlober's, 76.

Iliowizi, H., 36.

Imitators, Zunser's, 93.

Imperial Library, at Berlin, viii;
  at St. Petersburg, viii, x.

'Imported Bridegroom and Other Stories,' Cahan's, 221.

Improvisations, of badchens, 93.

'In the Basement,' Perez's, 210.

'In the Garden of the Dead,' Rosenfeld's, 128.

'In the Sweat-shop,' Rosenfeld's, 129.

'In the Wilderness,' Rosenfeld's, 129.

Individuality of style, evidenced by Frischmann's criticisms, 201, 202;
  not developed in America, 222.

'Insane Philosopher, The,' 227;
  and see Winchevsky.

'Inspector, The,' Gogol's, translated, 173.

'Iron Safe, The,' Zunser's, 93.

Isaacs, A. S., 29, 31.

'Isabella,' her works, 187-189; compared with Spektor, 187;
  'The Orphan,' 187, 188;
  points out dangers from superficial education, 188.

_Israelitische Annalen_, 29.

Isserls, Rabbenu Moses, in folklore, 37, 38.

Italian, Frug's language compared to, 108.

'Ivanhoe,' Scott's, translated, 168.

_Iwre-teutsch_, 20, 23.


Jacobs, J., 24, 27, 43.

Jaffa, J., 238.

_Jahrbücher f. jüd. Geschichte und Litteratur_, 27.

"Jāhren klēine, Jāhren schoene," 56.

'Jaknehos,' Rabinowitsch's, 198.

'Jankel Boile,' Kobrin's, 225.

Jargon, of the Talmud, 2;
  defined, 17;
  in Blitz Bible, 19;
  as name of J. G., 23, 89;
  of Seiffert, 23;
  'Songs of the Jewish Jargon,' Frug's, 108;
  no longer treated with contempt, 192.

Jassy, periodical in, 256;
  and see ix.

Jehuda, Jizchok --, Ben Awraham, 250.

'Jekele Kundas,' Abasch's, 168.

Jester, see Badchen.

'Jesus the Nazarene,' Hermalin's, 228.

'Jew, The,' Goldfaden's, 87.

'Jew, then not a Jew, then a Good Jew, and again a Jew, A,' Hochbaum's, 166.

'Jewess, The,' Goldfaden's, 89.

_Jewish American Library, The_, 225.

'Jewish Ante-Passover,' Schatzkes's, 174.

_Jewish Chronicle_, 27, 28.

_Jewish Commercial Calendar, The_, see _Jüd. Handelskalender_.

'Jewish Don Quixote,' Abramowitsch's, 31, 159;
  extract and translation, 284-295.

_Jewish Gazette, The_, its origin, 216;
  prints English supplement, 229;
  and see 219, 223.

'Jewish Melodies,' Sharkansky's, 121.

_Jewish Popular Calendar_, see _Jüd. Volkskalender_.

'Jewish Priest, The,' Gordin's, 242.

'Jewish Tunes,' Sharkansky's, 120.

Jews, in Slavic towns, 3;
  German, of the East and West, identical before the 18th century, 6;
  as travellers, 24;
  disseminators of folklore, 25;
  fond of story-telling, 44;
  their wit, 52.

_Jisrulik_, 251;
  and see 76, 87.

Johannisburg, 'Serkele,' printed in, 149.

John III. of Poland, his letters patent to Blitz Bible, 19.

_Jontewblättlech_, Perez's, 213;
  and see 114, 179, 214.

Jōssef Loksch, 52.

'Jossel Bers un' Jossel Schmaies,' Perez's, 113.

'Jossele Journeys to America,' Sharkansky's, 121.

'Jossele Ssolowee,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 198.

_Journal of American Folklore_, 12.

Journalism, J. G., in America, 219;
  and see 223.

'Judas Maccabæus,' Longfellow's, translated, 168.

'Judel,' Abramowitsch's, an allegory, 97, 98;
  and see 157.

Judeo-German, books, first printed, 4;
  for women, 55;
  language, transliteration, x;
  abandoned in Germany, 6;
  its history, 12-24;
  its neglect, by scholars, 12;
  by German Jews, 13;
  prejudice not justified, 14;
  compared with the evolution of other languages, 14, 15;
  the Hebrew element in, 15-17;
  analogy in non-Semitic languages with Arabic element, 17;
  a German dialect group, 17, 18;
  evolution in Slavic countries, 18;
  Lithuanian dialect nearest to literary German, 18;
  probable further development from Lithuanian dialect, 18, 19;
  uniformity in books of previous centuries, 19;
  Jargon of Blitz Bible, its cause, 19;
  older stage of, in prayers, 19, 20;
  Lefin regenerates the language, 20;
  chaos of orthography, 21;
  no linguistic norm, 21;
  German influence, 21, 22;
  large divergence in diction, 22, 23;
  various names of, 23, 24;
  differences between J. G. and German, 24;
  dying out, 103, 104, 130;
  resuscitated by Lefin, 137;
  style from Lefin to Abramowitsch, 154;
  and see Jargon; literature, not known to the world, xi;
  in newspapers, xi;
  result of anomalous situation of Jews, 3;
  made possible through isolation, 5;
  its medieval period in Germany, 5;
  modern period not a continuation of old, 5;
  identical in Slavic countries and in Germany before 19th century, 6;
  affected by Hebrew, 7;
  various phases of, 7-9;
  compared with Bulgarian, 9;
  ignorance of some investigators of, 9, 10;
  sympathetic treatment of, 10;
  its future, 10, 11, 214, 215;
  history of, Dienesohn's, 192;
  Schulmann's, 200.

_Jüdisch_, 23.

_Jüdisch-amerikanischer Volkskalender_, 238, 253.

_Jüdisch-teutsch_, 23.

_Jüdische Bibliothēk, Die_, Perez's, its history and its aims, 207, 208;
  and see 190, 213, 252.

'Jüdische Merkwürdigkeiten,' Schudt's, 231.

_Jüdische Post, Die_, 72, 251.

_Jüdische Universalbibliothēk_, 36.

_Jüdische Volksbibliothēk, Die_, Rabinowitsch's, its birth and aims, 110;
  compared with _Hausfreund_, 194;
  its superiority, 198, 199;
  its criticisms, 200;
  and see ix, 29, 76, 87, 90, 91, 96, 107, 116, 164, 190, 195, 202.

_Jüdischer Handelskalender, Der_, 253;
  and see 87, 202.

_Jüdischer Volkskalender_, 253;
  and see 107, 202.

_Jüdischer Wecker, Der_, 76, 87, 91, 106, 194, 201.

_Jüdisches Volksblatt_, its birth, 105;
  its history, 178, 179;
  literary part conducted by Spektor, 179;
  Spektor severs his connection with, 186;
  criticisms in, 200;
  and see 12, 13, 30, 51, 76, 83, 90, 91, 99, 101, 106,
   107, 116, 126, 140, 156, 172, 187, 190, 194, 202, 238.

'Jüngling am Bache, Der,' Schiller's, translated, 76.

Junosza, Klemens, on J. G. literature, 10;
  translates Abramowitsch, 157, 159.

Jusefov, book printed at, 232.


'Kabale und Liebe,' Schiller's, translated, 241.

_Kahal_, 90, 156.

Kaindl, R. F., 44, 54.

Kaiser, W., 116.

Kalmus, Ulrich, 91, 167, 168.

Kamrasch, writer of drama, 235.

Kantian scholar, 132.

Kantrowitz, bookseller, 216.

Karpeles, 9, 13.

Katz, 228.

Katzenellenbogen, Raschi, his fables, 99, 100;
  dramas, 238;
  and see 76.

Kaufmann, D., 30.

Khassidim, legends of their founder, 35;
  in folklore, 38-40;
  in folksong, 70;
  songs on, Ehrenkranz's, 79;
  life of, Linetzki's, 162, 163;
  Brettmann's, 166;
  defined, 168, 169;
  treated by Perez, 211.

Kiev, Linetzki in, 82, 149, 164;
  printing office, 255;
  and see ix, 181.

'King Ahasuerus and Queen Esther,' Goldfaden's, 239.

Kirkor, A., 36.

_Klēiner Wecker, Der_, 179, 202.

Kobrin, Leon, writer of sketches, 225, 226;
  and see 224, 242.

_Kol-leom_, 252.

_Kol-mewasser_, founded by Zederbaum, 148, 149;
  the rallying ground of Jewish writers, 178;
  and see viii, 87, 101, 105, 106, 161, 251, 252.

_Kol-mewasser_, S. Rabinowitsch's, 23, 86, 201.

Kompert, 202.

Königsberg, periodical in, 252.

Königsberger, Dr. B., 29.

Kopyl, birthplace of Abramowitsch, 150.

_Korben-ssider-teutsch_, 20.

Körner, quoted by Berenstein, 85, 86.

Korolenko, translated, 225, 227;
  and see 230.

Kotik and Bressler, publishers, 249.

Kowno, mysteries in, 232.

Krafft, C., 30.

Krantz, Philip, see Rombro.

Krauss, F. S., 12.

Kremenets, Abramowitsch in, 150, 151.

Krylov, translated, 99, 100.


Lachrymose novel, Dienesohn's, 189.

'Lame Marschalik, The,' 93.

Lamedwownik, see Hidden Saints.

_Lamteren_, 116.

Landau, A., 13, 14.

Lassale, translated, 223.

Lateiner, J., 240.

Latin, compared to Hebrew, 1.

'Law Written on Parchment, The,' M. Gordon's, 90, 105;
  in Chrestomathy, 272-277.

Learning, see Töre.

Lefin, Minchas Mendel, founder of modern period, 20;
  review of his life and works, 136-138;
  his opponents and friends, 136;
  obligations of later writers to, 136, 137;
  introduces the vernacular into literature, 137;
  founds popular literature, 137, 138;
  gives himself example for new departure, 138;
  and see 101, 133, 147, 152, 154;
  extract and translation, 258-261.

Legends, of Saul Wahl, 52;
  and see Folklore.

'Leier, Die,' Apotheker's, 80.

Leipsic, printing of Aksenfeld's works, 149.

'Leipsic Fair, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 79.

Lemberg, Mendelssohnian Reform in, 20;
  books printed in, 27, 40, 255;
  and see ix, 250.

'Lemech the Miracle Worker,' Epstein's, 99, 165.

Lenz, 12.

Lerner, J. J., on folksong, 53, 192;
  his dramas, 238;
  and see ix, 140, 195, 242.

'Les Misérables,' V. Hugo's, translated, 227.

Lesselroth, B., 133, 136.

Lessing, translated, 101, 103, 138, 147, 165, 168, 241.

Letterwriter, in J. G., 246.

Levi, G., 28.

Lévi, Is., 28, 43.

Levi, J., 157.

Levinsohn, J. B., his J. G. work, 140;
  and see 73, 102, 132, 137, 138.

Levinsohn, Ludwig, his comedy, 167;
  and see viii, 235.

Levinsohn, printer, 254.

Levita, Elia, 43.

Lew, M. A., 99.

Libin, Z., see Gurewitsch.

'Library of Novels,' Zuckermann's, 256.

Lifschitz, 247.

Lifschitz, J., 238.

Lilienblum, his drama, 238.

Linetzki, Izchak Joel, his Hebraisms, 23;
  his poetical works, 82;
  compared with Ehrenkranz, 82;
  review of his life and works, 161-165;
  popularity of 'The Polish Boy,' 161;
  graphic description of Khassid's life, 161, 162;
  his life, 162-164;
  is too didactic, 164;
  his Rabelaisian humor, 164;
  absence of plot, 164;
  later works less readable, 164;
  his translations, 165;
  publishes almanac, 253;
  and see ix, 20, 51, 54, 86, 91,
   103, 106, 149, 175, 177, 178, 187, 211, 251, 256.

Ling, L., 123.

Liondor, L. A., letterwriter, 246.

_Literatur un' Leben_, Perez's, 210;
  and see 179, 213, 214.

'Literature and Life,' see _Literatur un' Leben_.

Lithuania, its Jewish dialect, defined, 18;
  used by authors, 21, 82, 154:
  its pronunciation in normalized text, x;
  and see 4, 132, 171.

Litinski, 199.

'Little Man, The,' Abramowitsch's, 155;
  and see 152.

Little Russian, influence on J. G., 19;
  tune in J. G. song, 89.

'Little Stories for Big Men,' Perez's, 212, 213;
  allegory in, 212;
  contents, 212, 213.

Loeb, Is., 28.

_Lokschen_, Frischmann's, 201.

London, collection of J. G. literature in, viii;
  in J. G. poetry, 124;
  theatre in, 240;
  publications, 256;
  and see 223.

Longfellow, translated, 168.

Lotze, H., 27.

Love, not in vocabulary, 57, 112;
  in folksong, 59;
  Spektor's conception of, 181;
  as treated by Perez, 209.

Löwenstein, L., 74.

Lubbock, John, translated, 224.

Lublin, printing in, 27, 244, 255.

Luzzato, translated, 168.

Lyrics, in folksong, 53;
  Linetzki's, 82;
  Ehrenkranz's, 79;
  Perez's, 114;
  Rosenfeld's, 129.


_Maase Adonai_, 32.

Maasebuch, offsets Gentile folklore, 2;
  intended mainly for Eastern readers, 4;
  Jewish legends in, 5;
  and see 32, 42.

Magazines, in America, 224;
  and see Periodicals.

'Maggot in the Horseradish, The,' Linetzki's, 165.

Maimon, Salomon, 132.

Maimonides, 32.

Mainz, periodical in, 251.

Maisse, see Maase.

Malay, xi.

_Mame-loschen_, 23.

Manes & Simel, printers, 254.

Mannheim, performance at house of Rabbi of, 231.

Manuscripts, Ettinger's, in New York, 101;
  of J. G. productions, 137;
  Aksenfeld's, 141.

Marks, coupletist, 119.

Marriage, early, 57;
  pleasing to God, 58;
  in folksong, 61.

'Marriage Veil, The,' Gottlober's, 145, 146.

Marschalik, see Badchen.

'Marschalik with One Eye,' 93.

'Mary Stuart,' Schiller's, translated, 240.

'Massacres of Gonto in Uman and the Ukraine, The,' Skomarowski's, 199, 200.

Massé, translated, 168.

Maundeville, Sir John, 44.

Maupassant, translated, 225.

'Measuring of the Graves,' Rosenfeld's, 128.

'Meat-Tax, or the Gang of City Benefactors, The,' Abramowitsch's, 156.

'Medea,' Grillparzer's, translated, 241.

Medicine, treated popularly by Dr. Tscherny, 200, 249.

Medievalism, preserved by Slavic Jews, 5;
  in folklore, 8.

"Mein Tochter, wu bist du gewe'n?" 63.

'Meir Esofowitsch,' Orzeszko's, on stage, 241.

Meisach, 193;
  and see 23, 30, 238.

Melamed, language of, 20;
  in Frug's poem, 109.

Melancholy, in love songs, 59, 60.

'Melodies from the Country near the River San,' Schafir's, 81.

Melodramas, in America, 119;
  Goldfaden's, 239.

_Mélusine_, 43.

'Memento mori,' and 'Memento vivere,' 78.

Mendele Mōcher Sforim, 155, 255;
  and see Abramowitsch.

Mendelssohn, his teacher, 6;
  and see Reform.

Mendicant, in literature, 157, 158.

'Merchant of Venice, The,' translated, 228.

Mesiboz, birthplace of Bal-schem-tow, 35.

'Messenger, The,' Perez's, 204, 205;
  and see 210.

Michel, Louise, 123.

'Midnight Prayer,' Schafir's, 81.

'Milchomo be-Scholom,' Pawier's, 232.

Militant poetry, M. Gordon's, 83.

Military service, in folksong, 67-69;
  in literature, 143-145.

Minski, 107.

Miracle-workers, 38, 39;
  and see Bal-schem-tow and Epstein.

'Mirror, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

Misnagdim, defined, 168, 169;
  and see 70, 133.

Missionaries, in J. G., 135;
  translate New Testament, 136;
  and see 244.

_Mitteilungen d. Gesellschaft f. jüd. Volkskunde_, 54, 86.

'Mlawe Malke,' in legend, 32.

Mnemonic songs, 56.

Mogulesco, coupletist, 119.

'Mohammed,' Hermalin's, 228.

Mohr, A. M., 250.

_Monatschrift f. Geschichte u. Wissenschaft des Judenthums_, 74.

'Monisch,' Perez's, 112, 113;
  and see 125.

Montefiore, Sir Moses, 81.

'Moon Prayer, The,' Rosenfeld's, 128.

Moore, Thomas, 126.

Moral treatises, rhymed, 96.

Morgenstern, bookseller, viii.

Morgulis, M. G., 157.

Moscow, The Jewish, 152;
  and see 196.

Moses, in legend, 32.

Mother-in-law, in folksong, 61, 62.

Motherhood, in folksong, 55.

'Mother's Parting, A,' J. L. Gordon's, 90.

Motke Chabad, 52.

M.-Sziget, periodical in, 256.

'Mursa,' Freid's, 213.

Music, of cradle song, 86.

'My Advice,' M. Gordon's, 84.

'My Boy,' Rosenfeld's, 127.

Mysteries, 231, 232.

Mythology, German, in folklore, 49, 50.


Nadson, 107, 114.

Nagl, J. W., 13.

Narodniks, of Spektor's circle, 192;
  in America, 220.

Natansohn, B., 140.

'Nathan the Wise,' Lessing's, translated, 165;
  on stage, 241.

'National Songs,' Rosenfeld's, 128;
  Schafir's, 81;
  of America, 240.

National Theatre, Jewish theatre in, 240.

Natural Science, translated, 249.

Nature, consideration of, absent, 54;
  and see 92.

Nekrasov, imitated by Rabinowitsch, 106.

Neubauer, A., 74.

_Neue Zeit, Die_, 224, 229.

_Neuer Geist, Der_, 228;
  and see 10, 224, 225, 229.

Newspapers, in America, x, xi, 219.

New Testament, in J. G., 136.

New York, theatre in, 118, 119, 240-242;
  and see America, and 101, 125, 217, 223.

_New York Illustrated Gazette, The_, 87, 218.

_New Yorker Illustrirte Zeitung_, see above.

Nicholas I., his military regime, 67, 68;
  Jewish mind under, 145;
  his reforms liberal, 158.

'Niebelungenlied,' 4.

'Night of the Destruction of Jerusalem, The,' M. Perel's, 117.

'Night Songs,' Frug's, 109.

'Nightingale, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 77.

'Nightingale to the Laborer, The,' Rosenfeld's, 130.

Nihilists, in J. G. literature, 220.

Nitsche, printer, 254.

'Noble Tom-Cat, The,' Winchevsky's, 124;
  in Chrestomathy, 312-315.

'Nora,' Ibsen's, on stage, 241.

Normalized text, x.

North American Indian, xi.

'Nosegay, The,' Rabinowitsch's, 198.

Novels, in America, 218.


Obscurity, alleged, of Perez, 201, 202.

Odessa, Ettinger in, 101;
  Aksenfeld in, 141;
  Linetzki in, 163;
  theatre in, 237;
  printing in, 284;
  and see ix.

'Old World and the New, The,' Zunser's, 93.

'On Michel Gordon's Grave,' Frug's, 108.

'On the Bosom of the Ocean,' Rosenfeld's, 128;
  in Chrestomathy, 324-333.

'On the History of the Jews in Podolia,' Litinski's, 199.

'On Trades,' Perez's, 208.

'One of the Best,' Frug's, 108.

Operas, Goldfaden's, 239.

'Ophir,' Frischmann's, 116.

Oppenheim collection, vii.

'Oppressed, The,' Pinski's, 214.

Oppression, in Rosenfeld's poetry, 130.

Oral form of popular song, 75.

Orgelbrand, printer, 254.

Oriental Theatre, at New York, 240.

Originality, lack of, in American writers, 222.

Orphan, in folksong, 65.

'Orphan, The,' Isabella, 187, 188.

Orsanskij, I. G., 53.

Orthography, in this work, x;
  of J. G., 21, 246, 247.

Orzeszko, translated, 241.

Ostrovski, compared with S. Rabinowitsch, 195;
  adapted for stage, 241.

Oxford, collection in Bodleian Museum, vii.


Palestine, Jews in, 248.

Paris, publications, 256;
  and see 223.

'Parliament, The,' Gottlober's, 99.

'Parnes-chōdesch, The,' Gordin's, 241.

Parsons, A., 123.

Passover, Gentile blood at, 82.

Pawier, Elieser, 232.

'Pedler, The,' Zunser's, 120.

Penance, in folklore, 41, 42.

Penkowski, M. M., 116.

_People's Library, The_, 256.

Perel, Minchas, his poetry, 117.

Perez, Leon, review of his life and works, 110-117;
  among the greatest writers of 19th century, 110;
  his productivity, 110, 111;
  his course of study, 111;
  not properly a popular poet, 111, 112;
  allured by Jewish Muse, 112;
  'Monisch,' his first production, 112, 113;
  stories in verse, 113, 114;
  shorter poems, imitations, 114;
  'The Sewing of the Wedding Gown,' a powerful poem, 114-116;
  his disciples, 116;
  criticised by Frischmann, 201;
  as a novelist, 202-214;
  most original author, 202;
  accusation of obscurity not entirely justified, 203;
  his sympathies with humanity at large, 203;
  writes for the lowly, 203, 204;
  review of 'Well-known Pictures,' 204-206;
  'The Messenger,' 204, 205;
  'What is a Soul?' 205, 206;
  'The Crazy Beggar-Student,' 206;
  founds _Die jüdische Bibliothēk_, 206-208;
  as a popularizer of sciences, 208;
  prefers the tragic moments in life, 209;
  his profound sympathies for the masses, 208-210;
  review of his sketches in 'Literature and Life,' 210-213;
  'The Fur-Cap,' 211;
  his allegory due to political causes, 212;
  'Little Stories for Big Men,' 212, 213;
  his disciples, 213, 214;
  and see viii, 21, 107, 125, 199, 214, 215, 249, 253;
  'Bontsie Silent' and translation, 332-353.

Periodicals, x, 110, 124, 133, 148, 149, 177-179, 186, 187, 194, 198-200,
   207, 210, 213, 214, 216, 219, 221, 223-229, 250, 255, 256.

Perovskaya, Sophia, 123.

Persian, compared to J. G., 7, 15.

Pessimism, in folksong, 70;
  in cradle song, 86.

Petrikowski, 156.

Philipson, D., 13.

Phonetic spelling, of Hebrew and Slavic words, x.

'Pictures of a Provincial Journey,' Perez's, 208.

Pinski, David, his works, 213, 214.

Plagiarism, Zunser's, 93.

'Plough, The,' Zunser's, 120.

Poetry, 53-130;
  folksong, 53-71;
  their didactic purpose, 74;
  manuscript form of, 74, 75;
  their anonymousness leading to mistakes, 75;
  set to music, 74, 75;
  Gottlober, 76, 77;
  Ehrenkranz, 77-79;
  Broder, 79, 80;
  Apotheker, 80, 81;
  Schafir, 81, 82;
  Linetzki, 82;
  Gordon and Berenstein, 82, 83;
  M. Gordon, 83-85;
  Berenstein, 85-87;
  Goldfaden, 87-89;
  German school of, 89;
  J. L. Gordon, 89, 90;
  Badchens, 90, 91;
  Zunser, 91-94;
  rhymed moral treatises, 95, 96;
  S. Sobel and Zweifel, 96;
  Abramowitsch, 96-98;
  Goldfaden, 98, 99;
  Lew and Epstein, 99;
  fables, 99-101;
  Suchostawer, 99;
  Gottlober, 99, 100;
  Krylov in J. G., 99, 100;
  Ettinger, 101, 102;
  review of development of, 103, 104;
  after 1881, 105-130;
  S. Rabinowitsch, 105, 106;
  _Familienfreund_, 106;
  Chaschkes, 106, 107;
  Frug, 107-110;
  Perez, 110-116;
  minor, 116;
  Frischmann, 116;
  Samostschin, 116, 117;
  Perel, 117;
  Hornstein, 117;
  in America, 117-130;
  theatre couplet, 119, 120;
  Reingold, 120;
  Zunser, 120;
  Goldfaden, 120;
  Sharkansky, 120, 121;
  socialistic songs, 121, 122;
  Edelstadt, 122, 123;
  Winchevsky, 123, 124;
  Rosenfeld, 124-130;
  and see 8, 198, 216, 238.

Pogrom, in song, 67, 69.

'Pogrom, The,' Gordin's, 242.

Poland, J. G., dialect of, 18;
  and see 3, 50, 53, 69, 132.

'Polish Boy, The,' Linetzki's, 161, 164, 165, 175.

_Polish Jew, The_, Winchevsky's, 223, 255.

'Polish Scholar, The,' J. Z. Sobel's, 216.

Polish, works in J. G., 171, 225, 241;
  grammar in J. G., 133, 247;
  J. G. works in, 10, 157, 159, 239;
  words in J. G., 16, 19;
  and see 21.

Political Economy, in J. G., 249.

'Popular History of the Jews, The,' Graetz's, translated, 249.

Popular Science, in J. G., 208, 221, 222, 249.

Potapenko, translated, 225.

Prague, printing offices, 16;
  in legend, 32, 36;
  periodicals, 250.

Prayer, see Tchines.

Prayer-book, in verse, 96, 97.

'Precentor, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

Press, in America, 229.

Printing offices, 254, 255.

'Prizyw, The,' 231, 234;
  and see Enlistment.

'Progress, Civilization,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 106.

Pronunciation, of J. G., x.

Prose, 131-256;
  and see Drama, Judeo-German, etc.

_Prost-jüdisch_, 23.

Proverbs, 51, 193.

'Proverbs,' Lefin's, 136.

"Przemysl, You my Dear Cradle," Schafir's, 81.

Psalms, versified, by Linetzki, 82;
  Abramowitsch, 97;
  translated by Lefin, 136.

Pseudonyms, 148, 149;
  and see ix, 155.

_Puck_, imitated in J. G., 227.

'Purim and Passover,' Spektor's, 184, 185.

Purim plays, 234, 243.


'Rabbi Joselmann,' Goldfaden's, 239.

'Rabbi on the Ocean, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 79.

Rabbinical schools, 74, 235, 244, 245.

Rabbis, opposed to folklore, 26;
  in legends, 32-36;
  in folksong, 71;
  and see 6, 50, 91, 124, 163.

Rabelaisian humor, in Linetzki, 164.

Rabinowitsch, B. Z., 75.

Rabinowitsch, M. J., his sketches, 202.

Rabinowitsch, Solomon, his poetry, 105, 106;
  imitating Nekrasov, 106;
  establishes _Jüdische Volksbibliothēk_, 110;
  review of his prose works, 194-201;
  his versatility, and comparison with Spektor, 194;
  attracts attention of Russian critics, 195;
  his delineations of character, 195;
  compared to Gogol and Ostrovski, 195, 196;
  a litterateur, 196;
  'Child's Play,' 196;
  'Sender Blank,' 196, 197;
  'Stempenju,' 197;
  'Jossele Ssolowee,' 198;
  his poetic prose not successful, 198;
  history of _Volksbibliothēk_, 198-200;
  criticises Schaikewitsch, 200, 201;
  and see ix, 23, 86, 172, 179, 199, 215, 220, 252, 253;
  extract and translation, 300-305.

Rabnizki, as critic, 201;
  and see 21.

'Rag and the Papershred, The,' Winchevsky's, 124.

'Railroad, The,' Zunser's, 93.

Rambam, see Maimonides.

'Realistic Library,' Kobrin's, 225.

Realists, in America, 222, 225.

'Reb Jossel,' Perez's, 113.

'Reb Treitel,' Spektor's, 186.

Rebe, 71;
  and see Rabbi.

'Rebecca's Death,' Goldfaden's, 88.

'Recollections,' see 'Sichrōnes.'

'Red Caroline,' Freid's, 213.

Red Jews, 30, 159.

Reflection, songs of, 77, 82, 93.

Reform, Mendelssohnian, finding its way into Russia and Poland, 6;
  forcing Jargon on J. G., 23;
  in Galicia, 72;
  not successful because of ostracism of J. G., 135;
  connection with, broken, 191, 196;
  and see 8, 89, 101, 131, 132, 148, 149.

Reformation, by Dick, 171;
  and see 4.

Reichersohn, Zwi Hirsch, translator of Krylov, 100.

Reingold, I., coupletist, 120.

Remuneration of authors, 160, 199.

Resser, 249.

Retrospective spirit, in folksong, 53.

_Revue des Études Juives_, 28, 30.

Rhine, Slavic Jews from, 3, 18;
  J. G., resembling dialects of Middle, 17.

Richter, Jean Paul, influence on Aksenfeld, 141, 147.

Rivkin, bookseller, ix.

'Rochele the Singer,' Falkowitsch's, 174.

Romancero, Perez, in style of, 111.

Romantic love, in folksong, 57.

Rombro, J., his activity, 223, 224;
  and see 226, 238.

Romm, printing office, 97, 170, 254.

'Rose between Thorns, A,' Sahik's, 243.

'Rōsele,' Gordin's, 241.

Rosenberg, F., 3, 74.

Rosenfeld, Morris, review of his life and works, 124-130;
  his life, 125;
  experience in sweat-shop, 125;
  first attempts in poetry, 125, 126;
  his obligations to various authors, 126;
  his cry of anguish and despair, 126, 127;
  review of 'The Songs from the Ghetto,' 127-129;
  his dramatic and lyrical qualities, 129;
  technical structure of his poems, 129, 130;
  compared to Dante, 130;
  and see 107, 120, 123, 229, 242;
  poem and translation, 324-333.

Rosenthaliana, at Amsterdam, viii.

'Roumania Opera House,' New York, 240.

Roumania, theatre in, 236, 242;
  publications, 256;
  and see ix, 228.

Russian, in J. G. translation and imitation, 76,
   89, 168, 171, 222, 225, 227, 253;
  J. G. works translated in, 120, 156;
  education among Jews, 7;
  affecting J. G. literature, 8, 103;
  ideals among J. G. writers, 192;
  intelligence in America, 220;
  grammar in J. G., 247;
  Russianization unfavorable to J. G. literature, 5, 7;
  Russicisms in J. G., 22;
  and see x, xi, 3, 89, 107, 120, 178, 195, 212, 222, 241.

'Russian Jew in America, The,' Gordin's, 242.

'Russian Tea-machine, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 77.

'Ruy Blas,' V. Hugo's, on stage, 241.


'Sabbath Prayers,' Abramowitsch's, 97.

Sachor-Masoch, M., 38.

'Sacrifice of Isaac, The,' Goldfaden's, 239.

Sahik, David, his comedy, 243.

Saineanu, L., 14, 24.

Saints, see Hidden Saints.

'Sale of Joseph,' 231-233.

Sambation, in legend, 30, 31;
  in Abramowitsch's work, 159.

Samostschin, Paltiel, his poems, 106;
  and see ix, 116, 187.

Satire, Abramowitsch's, 157;
  Perez's, 211;
  Winchevsky's, 227.

Satulowski, M. W., his poems, 116.

'Savings of the Women, The,' L. Levinsohn's, 166, 167.

'Schabssiel,' Goldfaden's, 98.

Schadow, printer, 254.

Schafir, Bajrach Benedikt, his poems, 81, 82.

Schaikewitsch, M. R., pernicious effect of his works, 172-174;
  criticised by Rabinowitsch, 200, 201;
  in America, 218;
  and see 9, 22, 134, 181, 189, 215, 220, 227, 238, 240, 298, 299.

Schatzkes, M. A., his 'Ante-Passover,' 174, 175;
  and see 38, 51.

Scheinfinkel, bookseller, viii.

Schildburg, 52.

Schiller, translated, 76, 85, 86, 101, 103, 147, 241;
  parodied, 121;
  and see 126.

"Schoen bin ich, schoen, un' schoen is' mein Nāmen," 58.

Schomer, see Schaikewitsch.

'Schomer's Mischpet,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 200, 201.

Schröder, 43.

Schudt, 231.

Schuhl, M., 51.

Schulmann, A., on literature, 200;
  and see ix, 13.

"Schwarz bist du, schwarz, asō wie a Zigeuner," 59.

Schwarzfeld, M., 44, 51.

Sciences in J. G., 160, 199, 208, 224.

Scott, Walter, translated, 168.

Scribe, translated, 238.

Segel, B. W., 31, 32, 38, 44, 51, 53.

Seiffert, M., 22, 23, 172, 174, 218, 229.

Selikowitsch, 120.

'Sender Blank,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 196, 197.

Sensational novel, in America, 230.

Sentimental novel, Dienesohn's, 189;
  and see 181.

_Serapeum_, 2, 4, 30, 31, 38, 42, 50, 52, 74, 231.

Serious aspects of life, in folksong, 54.

'Serkele,' Ettinger's, 138-140;
  and see 101, 149, 236.

'Sermon of the Lamps, The,' Perez's, 212, 213.

'Sewing of the Wedding Gown, The,' Perez's, 110, 114, 115.

Shakespeare, translated, 224, 228.

Sharkansky, A. M., review of his poetry, 120, 121;
  and see 226, 229.

Shchedrin, imitated by Goido, 225.

Shelley, obligations to, 111, 126.

'Shoemaker and Tailor,' Broder's, 80.

_Short Stories_, 221.

'Sichrōnes,' Gottlober's, 134, 141.

Siegfried, 4.

Sienkiewicz, translated, 225.

Silo, in rhymed chronicle, 70.

'Sinbad the Sailor,' in J. G., 44.

Singer, I., 100.

_Sistematičeskij ukazatel'_, 10, 28, 38, 44, 51, 150, 161, 238.

"Sitz' ich mir auf'n Stēin," 58.

Skomarowski, Dr., 200.

Skurchowitsch, Russian grammar, 247.

Slavic, Jews, more active than German, 5;
  separated from German, 6;
  element in folklore, 28, 50;
  in language, 16, 108;
  folksongs in J. G., 56, 59, 60;
  words spelled phonetically, x;
  and see 137.

'Sleep, The,' Berenstein's, 86.

Śliwien, see Kirkor.

Sobel, Jacob Zwi, 216.

Sobel, S., his poetry, 96.

Socialism, in J. G. literature, 221, 255, 256;
  Socialists in America, 121-124, 126, 219, 221, 229.

'Socialistic Library,' London, 255.

Société des Études Juives, 38.

Sokolowski, Dr., 70.

Solotkov, N., 10, 228.

'Song of Summer and Winter,' Zunser's, 93.

'Song of the Gravedigger,' Broder's, 80.

'Song of the Shirt,' Hood's, translated, 123;
  and see 129.

Songs, set to music, 74, 75, 84;
  and see 3, 239, and Folksong, Poetry, etc.

'Songs from the Ghetto,' Rosenfeld's, 127-130.

'Songs from the Heart,' Chaschkes's, 107.

'Songs of Jewish Jargon,' Frug's, 108.

'Songs of Labor,' Rosenfeld's, 127.

'Songs of Zion,' Sharkansky's, 121.

Sonnet rhymes, Rosenfeld's, 130.

Southern, dialect in literature, 77, 83, 154;
  writers, 175.

Spanish, translation from, 228;
  and see 1, 24, 248.

Spektor, Mordechai, founds _Hausfreund_, 110;
  review of his life and works, 177-193;
  taking charge of _Volksblatt_, 179;
  his melancholy dignity and even tenor, 180;
  describes life of artisan, 180;
  his simplicity of style, 181;
  candid treatment of love, 181;
  'The Fashionable Shoemaker,' 181-183;
  'Two Companions,' 183, 184;
  shorter stories, 185;
  his strict objectivity, 185;
  'Reb Treitel,' 186;
  on the life of the Balschem-tow, 186;
  purpose and contributors of _Hausfreund_, 186, 187;
  and see viii, 51, 106, 179, 191, 193-195, 199,
   203, 207, 214, 215, 252, 253.

Spektor, Mrs., see Isabella.

Sseefer Maisse Zadikim, 40.

Sseefer Sikorōn, 148, 150, 161, 169, 179, 195.

St. Petersburg, Imperial Library of, x;
  periodicals, 105, 179;
  and see viii, 238.

_Stādt-anzeiger, Der_, 10, 238.

'Stagnant Pool, The,' Perez's, 212.

Stars and Stripes, in J. G. literature, 120.

Steinschneider, M., his ignorance of J. G., 9;
  antipathy to J. G., 13;
  and see 19, 27, 196, and _Serapeum_.

'Stempenju,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 196, 197;
  extract and translation, 300-305.

'Stepmother, The,' M. Gordon's, 85, 233;
  poem and translation, 264-269.

'Stone in the Way, The,' Dienesohn's, 190.

'Story of a Piece of Bread,' Massé's, translated, 168.

'Story of Long Ago, A,' J. L. Gordon's, 90.

Strack, 13.

Style, Aksenfeld's, 142;
  from Lefin to Abramowitsch, 154;
  since Abramowitsch, 155;
  Dick's, 172;
  Perez's, 204.

Suchostawer, Mordechai, 99.

'Sulamith,' Goldfaden's, 239.

Superstitions, 49, 50, 193.

Süsskind, 3.

Suwalk, birthplace of Rosenfeld, 125.

Sweat-shop, and Rosenfeld, 125;
  and see 118, 119, 123, 129.

Symbolism, Perez's, 201.

Talmud, in Russia, 16, 53, 132;
  folklore of, 27, 29-32, 49, 50;
  legends treated by Perez, 111;
  by Meisach, 193;
  and see 57.

Tannenbaum, Abraham, popularizer of science, 222, 223, 249.

Tchines, language of, 20;
  literature of, 244, 245;
  and see 128.

_Tchines-teutsch_, 20.

Tears, in art, 95;
  in poetry, 109.

Tendlau, A. M., 28, 52.

'Tenth Commandment, The,' Goldfaden's, 239.

'Teudo Beisroel,' J. L. Levinsohn's, 140.

_Teutsch_, 23.

Text-books, in J. G., 247, 248.

Thankful Dead, in folklore, 41, 42.

'That Little Trace of a Jew,' Goldfaden's, 88.

Theatre, 231-243;
  old period, 231-234;
  'The Sale of Joseph,' etc., 231-233;
  mysteries, 232;
  Zunser's play, 232, 233;
  performance of 'Sale of Joseph,' 233;
  Purim plays, 234;
  dramas not staged, 234, 235;
  early prose style dramatic, 235;
  structure of drama, 235, 236;
  first two comedies of Goldfaden, 236;
  founds theatre in Roumania, 236, 237;
  vicissitudes of, in Russia, 237, 238;
  Lerner's adaptations, 238;
  Goldfaden's historical dramas, 239;
  established in New York, 240;
  deterioration of, 240, 241;
  Gordin's activity, 241, 242;
  future of, 242, 243;
  its primitive nature, 243;
  and see Drama, Comedy.

'Theatre, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

Thirty-six, The, see Hidden Saints.

'Thousand and One Nights,' in J. G., 27, 43.

'Three Persons,' Spektor's, 185.

Till Eulenspiegel, 52.

''Tis Best to Live without Worrying,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

Titles, of books, 55.

'To Michel Gordon,' Frug's, 108.

'To Our Poet,' S. Rabinowitsch's, 105.

'To the Flowers In Autumn,' Rosenfeld's, 128, 129.

Tomaschewski, 240.

'Tombstone, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

'Tombstone-cutter, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

'Tony,' Körner's, quoted, 86.

Topolowsky, printer, 216.

Tōre, in folksong, 54, 70.

Tradition, no, in J. G. poetry, 108.

Tragedy, see Drama.

Translations, see German, French, English, Polish, Russian, etc.

Transliteration of J. G., x.

'Transmigration, The,' Gottlober's, 146.

'Trilby,' on stage, 240.

Trubnik, J., 29.

'True Education and the False Education, The,' M. Gordon's, 85.

Tscharny, 159.

Tscherny, Dr., 200, 249.

Tunes of Songs, 74, 75, 89.

Turkish, compared with J. G., 15, 17.

Turner Hall Theatre, New York, 240.

'Turnip Soup, The,' M. Gordon, 84.

'Two Companions,' Spektor's, 183, 184.

'Two Grenadiers,' Heine's, parodied, 75.

'Two Neighbors, The,' Goldfaden's, 236.


Uhland, translated, 121.

Ukraine, blood bath of, 70.

'Uncle Moses Mendelssohn,' Lerner's, 238.

'Uncle, The,' Spektor's, 185.

'Unhappy Man, The,' 96.

'Universal History,' Resser's, 249.

Urquell, 29, 31, 38, 44, 50, 52-54.

_Useful Calendar, The_, Abramowitsch's, 252.


Venice, Bovo printed in, 43.

Verne, Jules, translated, 222.

Vilenkin, 107.

Volhynia, dialect of, in literature, 21;
  and see 77, 150.

_Volksbibliothēk_, see _Jüd. Volksbib._

_Volksblatt_, see _Jüd. Volksblatt_.

_Volksfreund_, 164.

_Voschod_, 10, 54, 75, 90, 157, 195.

Vowels, pronunciation of, x.


Wagenseil, 42.

Wahl, Saul, 54.

'Wanderer, The,' Ehrenkranz's, 80.

'Wanderings of Benjamin the Third, The,' Abramowitsch's, 159, 160.

War, Jews opposed to, 67.

Warsaw, bookstores in, viii;
  prints, 27, 244, 254;
  periodicals, 133, 250;
  Spektor in, 186, 187;
  theatre, 239, 242;
  and see 97, 125, 132, 148.

_Warsaw Jewish Family Calendar, The_, 253;
  and see _Familienkalender_.

_Warschauer jüdische Zeitung, Die_, viii, 76, 251.

"Wasser schaumt, Wasser schaumt," 66.

'Watch, The,' Zunser's, 92.

_Wecker_, see _Jüd. Wecker_.

Wedding, in folksong, 61.

_Weiberdeutsch_, 55.

Weissberg, M., 72.

'Well-known Pictures,' Perez's, 204-206.

'What is a Soul?' Perez's, 204-206.

'While you Live, you Must not Think of Death,' Ehrenkranz's, 78.

White Russian element in J. G., 19.

'Whither?' Rosenfeld's, 128.

_Widerkol_, 179.

Widowhood, in song, 64.

Wiener, L., 54, 76.

Wiernik, Ph., 10, 229.

Wigalois, 4.

'Wigderl the Son of Wigderl,' 166.

'Wild Man, The,' Gordin's, 242.

Wilna, local tales, 35, 36;
  books printed in, 27, 134, 245, 254;
  publication, 214;
  and see viii, 74, 145, 149, 221.

Winchevsky, Morris, his poetry, 123, 124;
  his culture and socialism, 123;
  treats on social questions, 124;
  his fables, 124;
  his prose, 226, 227;
  edits _Emeth_, 226, 227;
  his style carefully balanced, 227;
  excellence of his translations, 227;
  and see 22, 107, 122, 223, 242;
  poem and translation, 312-315.

_Wisla_, 38.

Wollmann, 167.

Woloderski, B., 83.

Women, as preservers of J. G., 18;
  their love of folktales, 26;
  books for, 55;
  songs on, 89;
  in literature, see Isabella, Goldstein.

Word-building, Abramowitsch's, 154.

Word-painting, Rosenfeld's, 126, 129, 130.

_Workers' Friend, The_, 223.

'Workingmen's Program,' Lassale's, translated, 223.

'World Turned Topsy-Turvy, The,' J. B. Levinsohn's, 140.


'Yekl,' Cahan's, 221.

_Yiddish_, 23.

'Young Tears,' Berenstein's, 86.

Youth, songs of, 56.


Zamoszcz, Ettinger in, 101;
  Perez born in, 111;
  seat of Haskala, 132.

Zazkin, Russian Grammar, 247.

Zbaraż, Ehrenkranz born in, 77.

_Zbiór wiadomości do antropologii krajowej_, see Segel.

Zederbaum, founder of _Kol-mewasser_, 148, 149;
  his deserts in J. G. letters, 177, 178;
  the connecting link between two generations of writers, 177;
  founds Hebrew periodical, 177;
  his _Kol-mewasser_, 178;
  founds _Volksblatt_, 178, 179;
  and see 111, 215, 251, 252.

'Zeena Ureena', 5, 19, 43.

_Zeit, Die_, 229.

_Zeitschrift d. Vereins f. Volkskunde_, 29, 44, 54.

_Zeitschrift f. Ethnologie_, 44.

_Zeitung_, 72, 250.

Zhelezniak, in rhymed chronicle, 70.

Zhitomir, books published in, 83, 87, 97, 254;
  Rabbinical school in, 74, 149;
  and see 245.

Zionism, 185, 192, 193, 214, 252.

Zuckermann, publisher, 256.

_Zukunft, Die_, 224.

Zunser, Eliokum, his poetry, 91-93;
  reforming badchen's profession, 91, 92;
  his obligations to popular poets, 91, 92;
  adopts manner of Galicians, 92;
  his repertoire, 93;
  in America, 120;
  his drama, 232, 233;
  and see 74, 106, 187, 218.

Zunz, 17.

_Zuspiel_, nature of, 78;
  and see 86.

Zweifel, Elieser, Zwi, his poetry, 96;
  his moral treatises, 174, 175;
  and see 137, 244;
  extract and translation, 264, 265.

FOOTNOTES:

 [1] "Drum ir liben Mannen un' Frauen, leient ir oft daraus so wert ir
 drinnen behäuen um nit zu leienen aus dem Bicher von Kühen un' von
 Ditrich von Bern un' Meister Hildabrant sollt ir ach euch nit tun
 müen, nun es sein wärlich eitel Schmitz, sie geben euch nit Warem noch
 Hitz, ach sein sie nit gettlich darbei." (_Serapeum_, Vol. XXVII. p.
 3.)

 [2] F. Rosenberg, _Ueber eine Sammlung deutscher Volks-und
 Gesellschafts-lieder in hebräischen Lettern, Berlin_, 1888.

 [3] "Drum ir liben Frauen kauft ir sie behend, e sie werden kummen
 in fremden Länd, in Pehm un' in Reussen un' in Polen, aso wert man
 sie ach tun weidlich holen, un' andern Ländern mer, drum kauft ir sie
 ser, dernoch werd ir sagen, warum hab ich keins gekauft, da sie sein
 gewesen in Land." (_Serapeum_, Vol. XXVII. p. 3.)

 [4] G. Karpeles, _Geschichte der jüdischen Literatur_, Berlin, 1886,
 1029 pp.

 [5] M. Steinschneider, _Die italienische Litteratur der Juden_, in
 _Monatschrift für Geschichte und Wissenschaft des Judenthums_, Vol.
 XLII. pp. 74-79.

 [6] M. Grünbaum, _Die jüdisch-deutsche Litteratur in Deutschland,
 Polen und Amerika_ (Abdruck aus Winter und Wünsche, _Die jüdische
 Litteratur seit Abschluss des Kanons_, Bd. III. s. 531 ff.), Trier,
 1894, 8vo, 91 pp.

 [7] B. Berenson, _Contemporary Jewish Fiction_, in _Andover Review_,
 Vol. X. pp. 598-602.

 [8] J. Dienesohn, _Die jüdische Sprache un' ihre Schreiber_, in
 _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 1-20; N. Solotkov, _A Maisse wegen Maisses;
 oder A Blick über die žargonische Literatur_, in _Stādt-anzeiger_, No.
 I. pp. 11-16, No. II. pp. 17-22; J. Goido, _Die žargonische Literatur
 in America_, in _Amerikanischer Volkskalender_, Vol. III. pp. 73-77;
 Americanus, _Die jüdisch-deutsche Literatur in America_, in _Neuer
 Geist_, No. VI. pp. 352-355.

 [9] _Novosti žargonnoj literatury_, in _Voschod_, Vol. IX. No. 7,
 pp. 19-37; see also _Sistematičeskij ukazatel'_, pp. 285-287, Nos.
 4651-4683.

 [10] Cf. Ph. Wiernik, _Wie lang wet unser Literatur blühen?_ in _Neuer
 Geist_, No. VI.

 [11] The Pale of Jewish settlement is confined to the western
 provinces, coinciding almost exactly with the old kingdoms of Poland
 and Lithuania.

 [12] To cite one example out of many: In the _Journal of American
 Folklore_, Vol. VII. pp. 72-74, there appeared a short appeal, by F.
 S. Krauss, to the folklorists of America, to collect whatsoever of
 Jewish lore may be found here ere the German Jews become entirely
 Americanized. It seems that Krauss had in mind the German language;
 but, for some reason, R. Andree, editor of the Globus, thought of
 Judeo-German, whereupon he made a violent attack upon it in an
 article, _Sprachwechsel der Juden in Nord-America_, in Vol. LXV. of
 his periodical, p. 363. Lenz, in his _Eindringlinge im Wörter-und
 Zitaten-schatz der deutschen Sprache_ (Münster, 1895, 8vo, 28 pp.),
 caps, however, the climax in his antipathy for the Jargon by making it
 the subject of antisemitic propaganda!

 [13] Even Frug, who is a master of the dialect, and who wields it with
 more vigor than the Russian language, thought it necessary to devote
 a whole series of poems to the reluctant defence of his vernacular,
 in _Lieder vun dem jüdischen Žargon_, in _Jüdisches Volksblatt_,
 Vol. VIII. (Beilage) pp. 881-896; also reprinted in his _Lieder un'
 Gedanken_. Cf. p. 108 of the present work.

 [14] Witness the frequent dogmatic statements and attacks on it by
 the historian Grätz. These finally brought forth a rejoinder by J.
 Dienesohn in the _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. VIII. (Beilage), pp. 33-43,
 entitled _Professor Grätz un' der jüdischer Žargon, oder Wer mit
 wās darf sich schāmen?_ and this was followed by a similar article
 (_ibid._ pp. 65-68, 129-133) from the editor of the _Volksblatt_,
 in which Grätz's dogmatism is put in no enviable light. Even
 Steinschneider has no love for it; although he has written so much and
 so well on its literature, he knows nothing of its nineteenth-century
 development, and nearly all his quotations of Judeo-German words
 that in any way differ from the German form are preposterously
 wrong. Karpeles, writing the history of its literature, confessedly
 knows nothing of the language. M. Grünbaum, in his _Jüdisch-deutsche
 Chrestomathie_ and _Die Jüdisch-deutsche Litteratur_, displays an
 ignorance of the dialect which would put to shame a sophomoric
 newspaper reporter of a scientific lecture. What wonder, then, that
 D. Philipson, devoting a chapter to _The Ghetto in Literature_ (pp.
 220-255 in _Old European Jewries_, Philadelphia, 1894), should not
 even suspect the existence of an extensive and highly interesting
 literature of the subject in the language of the Ghetto itself! Among
 the few memorable exceptions among German scholars are Güdemann and
 Strack, who approach Judeo-German in a fair and scholarly manner. See
 M. Güdemann, _Quellenschriften zur Geschichte des Unterrichts und der
 Erziehung bei den deutschen Juden_, etc., Berlin, 1891, pp. xxii,
 xxiii, and, by the same author, _Geschichte des Erziehungswesens und
 der Cultur der Juden in Frankreich und Deutschland_, Vol. I. note
 iii. pp. 273-287, and Vol. III. note vii. pp. 280-297. Still fewer
 are those who have subjected Judeo-German to a thorough philological
 investigation. All efforts in that direction will be found catalogued
 by A. Landau, _Bibliographie des Jüdisch-deutschen_, in _Deutsche
 Mundarten, Zeitschrift für Bearbeitung des mundartlichen Materials_,
 herausgegeben von Dr. Johann Willibald Nagl, Vienna, 1896, Heft II.
 pp. 126-132. To those mentioned by him must be added A. Schulmann's
 _Die Geschichte vun der Žargon-literatur_, in _Jüdisches Volksblatt_,
 Vol. II. pp. 115-134, which is very rich in data, and A. Landau's
 _Das Deminutivum der galizisch-jüdischen Mundart, Ein Kapitel aus
 der jüdischen Grammatik_, in _Deutsche Mundarten_, Vol. I. pp.
 46-58. This is, outside of Şaineanu's work (mentioned in Landau's
 _Bibliographie_), the best grammatical disquisition on Judeo-German
 that has so far appeared.

 [15] Cf. Zunz, _Die gottesdienstlichen Vorträge der Juden, historisch
 entwickelt_, Frankfurt a. M., 1892, pp. 452-463, and Güdemann, as
 above.

 [16] Cf. M. Steinschneider, _Die italienische Litteratur der Juden_,
 in _Monatschrift für Geschichte und Wissenschaft des Judenthums_, Vol.
 XLII. p. 74.

 [17] Naturally, words belonging to that stage of the language have
 survived in the _cheeder_ (school), where the _melamed_ (teacher)
 is frequently compelled to fall back on the old commentaries for
 translations. Abramowitsch has, in his _Dās klēine Menschele_, the
 following passage (p. 49) bearing upon this point: "Die Talmudtōre
 hāt mir äuch gegeben a Bissel Deutsch vun die Teutschwörter in
 Chumesch, wie a Stēiger (for example): _wealoto_ un' a Nepel, _wesaadu
 libchem_ un' lehent unter euer Harz, _jereechi_ mein dich, _machschof_
 entpleckt, _boochu_ auf'n Gemeesachz, _been hamischpessoim_ die
 Gemarken, _wetchalelo_ un' du hāst sie verschwächt, _kōmmijōs_
 hofferlich, uchdōme noch asölche Teutschen."

 [18] An example of this style is given by Linetzki, in _Dās chsidische
 Jüngel_, p. 32: "a Stēiger wie er hāt mit mir geteutscht: _ischo_
 an Ische, _ki sitmo_ as sie wet tome weren, _wessakriw_ un' sie wet
 makriw sein, _korbon_ a Korben, _wehikriw_ soll makriw sein, _hakōhen_
 der Kōhen, _al hamisbeach_ zum Misbeach, _beōhel mōed_ in'm Ōhel-mōed."

 [19] Cf. A. B. Gottlober, _Sichrōnes über žargonische Schreiber_, in
 _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp. 250-259.

 [20] On the various dialects and styles, see _Die jüdische Sprache_,
 in _Hausfreund_, Vol. V. pp. 60-64; cf. also Rabnizki, _Hebräisch un'
 Jüdisch_, in _Hausfreund_, Vol. V. pp. 38-48.

 [21] An excellent satire on the widely different styles of
 Judeo-German in vogue by their writers is given by S. Rabinowitsch,
 in his _Kolmewasser_ (_q.v._), under the title of _Korrespondenzies_
 (cols. 26-31).

 [22] For a complete discussion of the subject, see L. Şaineanu,
 _Studiu dialectologic asupra graiului evreo-german_, Bucureşti, 1889,
 8vo, 78 pp.

 [23] Read, on this subject, Joseph Jacobs, _Jewish Diffusion of Folk
 Tales_, in _Jewish Ideals and Other Essays_, London, 1896, pp. 135-161.

 [24] The following books and essays treat on Judeo-German folklore
 in general: Herman Lotze, _Zur jüdisch-deutschen Litteratur_, in
 Gosche's _Archiv für Litteraturgeschichte_, Vol. I., Leipsic, 1870,
 pp. 90-101; M. Steinschneider, _Über die Volkslitteratur der Juden_,
 ibid., Vol. II. pp. 1-21; S. Gelbhaus, _Mittelhochdeutsche Dichtung
 in ihrer Beziehung zur biblisch-rabbinischen Litteratur_, Frankfurt
 a. M., 1893, IV. Heft, pp. 59 ff.; Brüll, _Beiträge zur jüdischen
 Sagen-und Sprach-kunde im Mittelalter_, in _Jahrbücher für jüdische
 Geschichte und Litteratur_, IX. _Jahrgang_, Frankfurt a. M., 1889, pp.
 1-71; J. Jacobs, _Jewish Diffusion of Folk Tales_, a paper read before
 the Jews' College Literary Society, in _The Jewish Chronicle_, London,
 June 1, 1888 (also published separately in _Jewish Ideals and Other
 Essays_, as above); M. Gaster, _Jewish Folk Lore in the Middle Ages_,
 in papers read before the Jews' College Literary Society during the
 Session 1886-87, London, 1887, pp. 39-51 (also published separately by
 _The Jewish Chronicle_, 1887, 8vo); G. Levi, _Christiani ed Ebrei nel
 Medio Evo, Quadro di costumi con un appendice di recordi e leggende
 giudaiche della medesima epocha_, Florence, 1866, 16mo (pp. 307-406);
 A. M. Tendlau, _Das Buch der Sagen und Legenden jüdischer Vorzeit_
 (2te Auflage), Stuttgart, 1845, 8vo, 335 pp.; the same, _Fellmeiers
 Abende, Mährchen und Geschichten aus grauer Vorzeit_, Frankfurt a.
 M., 1856, 16mo, 290 pp.; Israel Lévi, _Contes juifs_, in _Revue des
 Études Juives_, Vol. XI. pp. 209-234; Is. Loeb, _Le folklore juif dans
 la chronique du Schébet Jehuda d'Ibn Verga_, in _Revue des Études
 Juives_, Vol. XXIV. pp. 1-29. For general ethnographic sketches of
 the Russian Jews, containing a great deal of material of a folklore
 nature, see _Sistematičeskij ukazatel' literatury o evrejach na
 russkom jazykě so vremeni vvedenija graždanskago šrifta (1708 g.)
 po dekabr' 1889 g._, St. Petersburg, 1893, Part V. pp. 198-204
 and 206-207; of the works mentioned there, Nos. 2831 and 2912 are
 especially important.

 [25] For stories of that period, cf. A. S. Isaacs, _Stories from the
 Rabbis_, London, Osgood (and New York, Webster), 1893, 8vo, 202 pp.;
 M. Gaster, _Beiträge zur vergleichenden Sagen-und Märchenkunde_,
 Bukarest, 1883, 8vo. Dr. B. Königsberger, _Aus dem Reiche der
 altjüdischen Fabel_, in _Zeitschrift des Vereins für Volkskunde_, Vol.
 VI., 1896, pp. 140-161; F. Baethgen, _Salomo in der jüdischen Sage_,
 in _Allgemeine Zeitung_, Nos. 151, 152, 181, 182 (Beilage). Other
 shorter articles on the same subject will be found in the _Urquell_,
 Vol. II. p. 209; Vol. IV. p. 76; Neue Folge, Vol. I. pp. 13, 14; Z.
 d. V. f. V., Vol. IV. p. 209; J. Trubnik, _Talmudische Legenden_,
 in _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp. 264-279. Of special interest are
 the discussions of Talmudical legends and fables with their western
 developments or imitations, by L. Dukes, _Übersicht der neuhebräischen
 Literatur weltlichen Inhalts in Prosa und Versen_, in _Israelitische
 Annalen_ (edited by Jost), 1839, No. 13, pp. 100 ff.; No. 17, pp.
 131 ff.; No. 25, pp. 196 ff.; No. 31, pp. 244; No. 52, pp. 415 ff.
 Eisenmenger's _Entdecktes Judenthum_, Königsberg, 1711 (or Dresden,
 1893), in spite of its bias, may be consulted for the legends; better
 than that is the English form of the same, _The Tradition of the
 Jews; or, The Doctrine of Expositions Contained in the Talmud_, etc.,
 London, 8vo, (64) and 337 and 363 pp., the appendix of which has a
 _Translation, by Way of Abridgement, of Buxtorf's Latin Account of the
 Religious Customs and Ceremonies of the Jews_ (Vol. II. pp. 225-363).
 See also G. G. Bredow, _Rabbinische Mythen, Erzählungen und Lügen,
 nebst zwei Balladen der christlichen Mythologie im Mittelalter_ (2te
 Auflage), Weilburg, 1833, 16mo, 136 pp.; also C. Krafft, _Jüdische
 Sagen und Dichtungen nach den Talmuden und Midraschen, nebst einigen
 Makamen aus dem Divan des Alcharisi_, Ansbach, 1839, 16mo, 212 pp.

 [26] The Sambation is mentioned in _Eldad ha-Dani aus dem Stamme
 Dan_; see for this Steinschneider's _Jüdisch-deutsche Litteratur_,
 in _Serapeum_, Vol. IX. (1848), p. 319, No. 13. See also _Jüdische
 Litteratur_, by Steinschneider, in _Ersch und Gruber_, § X, A. 2.
 Other essays and stories are: D. Kaufmann's _Le Sambation_, in _Revue
 des Études Juives_, Vol. XXII. pp. 285-287, and _Der Sambation, eine
 etymologische Sage_, in _Allgemeine Zeitung des Judenthums_, 1893, May
 20, p. 247; Meisach, _Sambation_, in _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. VIII.
 (Beilage), p. 53, and (the same story) in his _Nissim we-Nifloes_,
 _q.v._

 [27] In A. S. Isaac's _Stories from the Rabbis_ (see above), there is
 a chapter on _Elijah in the Legends_ (pp. 92-103). Other stories of
 Elijah: D. Cassel, _Elia in der Legende_, in _Allgemeine Zeitung des
 Judenthums_, 1892, Feb. 26, p. 104, and March 6, p. 115; _Urquell_,
 Vol. IV. pp. 11-14, 42-45, 120, 121; Z. d. V. f. V., Vol. IV. p.
 209. An older story is mentioned in Steinschneider's _Catalogue_,
 _Serapeum_, Vol. IX. (1848), p. 384, No. 174. See also B. W. Segel,
 _Materyały_ _do etnografii žydów wschodnio-galicyjskich_, in _Zbiór
 wiadomości do antropologii krajowej_, Cracow, Vol. XVII. pp. 296-298.

 [28] Stories of Maimonides are contained in _Maasebuch_ (or, rather
 in addition _Maase Adonai_), according to Steinschneider, _Serapeum_,
 Vol. XXVII. (1866), p. 5, No. 7. For other stories, see Bibliography.

 [29] Nearly the same story is in Gaster's _Jewish Folk Lore_, etc.

 [30] A similar story, also of a local character, is told by Dick in
 _Alte jüdische Sagen oder Ssipurim_, p. 42, where he mentions a Polish
 work, _Przechadzki po Wilnie i jego okolicach_ przez Jana ze Śliwnia
 (A. Kirkor), Wilna, 1859, that contains many Jewish tales.

 [31] Also told of a Rabbi of Prague, in _Sippurim, Sammlung jüdischer
 Volkssagen, Erzählungen, Mythen, Chroniken, Denkwürdigkeiten und
 Biographien berühmter Juden aller Jahrhunderte, besonders des
 Mittelalters (Jüdische Universalbibliothek)_, Prague, 1895. These
 _Sippurim_ have no great folklore value, as they show too much the
 hand of the literary worker. Of similar value is H. Iliowizi's _In the
 Pale; Stories and Legends of the Russian Jews_, Philadelphia, 1897.

 [32] On the Khassidim, read M. Sachor-Masoch, _Sectes juives de la
 Galicie_, in _Actes et Conférances de la Société des Études Juives_,
 1889, pp. cxli-clxiii, and S. Schechter, _Studies in Judaism_,
 pp. 1-45 and 341. For the Russian sources on the Khassidim, see
 _Sistematičeskij ukazatel' literatury o evrejach_, pp. 177-179 (Nos.
 2424-2476). Stories of Adam Balschem are mentioned by Steinschneider,
 as _Geschichte des R. Adam Baal Schem_, and _Geschichte des R. Adam
 mit dem Kaiser_, in _Serapeum_, Vol. X. (1849), p. 9, No. 183. See
 also _Urquell_, Vol. V. p. 266, and Vol. VI. p. 33. B. W. Segel's
 _Jüdische Wundermänner_, in _Globus_, Vol. LXII. pp. 312-314,
 331-334, 343-345, are merely translations from the _Sseefer Ssipuree
 Maisses_ (_Khal Chsidim_); of similar origin is his _O chasydach i
 chasydyzmie_, in _Wista_, Vol. VIII. pp. 304-312, 509-521, 677-690;
 other stories by him are in his _Materyały do etnografii żydów_, as
 above.

 [33] The older literature of that class is briefly discussed by
 Steinschneider in his articles in the _Serapeum_ under the following
 numbers (for the years 1848, 1849, 1864, 1866, 1869): 392, _Kalilah
 we-Dimnah_; 393, _Barlaam and Josaphat_; 59, 399, _Diocletianus_; 266
 _b_, _Octavianus_; 22, _Bevys of Hamptoun_; 51, _Ritter Sigmund und
 Magdalena_; 266, _König Artus_; 13, _Eldad ha-Dani_; 156-198, 410-413,
 420, various stories; 212, 213, fables (_Kuhbuch_); 167, _Maase
 Nissim_; 156-158, _Maasebuch_. But the latter has been superseded
 by his _Jüdisch-deutsche Litteratur und Jüdisch-deutsch, mit
 besonderer Rücksicht auf Avé-Lallemant_; 2. _Artikel: Das Maase-Buch_,
 _Serapeum_, Vol. XXVII. (1866), No. 1. This _Maasebuch_ is extremely
 rare now, but in its day it was enormously popular, having been
 used for regular religious readings on the Sabbath. Wagenseil and
 Buxtorf mention this fact, while Helwich thought it of sufficient
 importance to translate the book into German and supply it with
 critical notes. Helwich's book seems to have escaped the attention
 of all who have dealt on the _Maasebuch_, Steinschneider included;
 and yet without it a study of the Jewish folklore is very difficult,
 as the _Maasebuch_ can hardly be procured. The title of the book is:
 _Erster Theil jüdischer Historien oder Thalmudischer Rabbinischer
 wunderlicher Legenden_, so von Juden als wahrhafftige und heylige
 Geschicht an ihren Sabbathen und Festtagen gelesen werden. Darausz
 dieses verstockten Volcks Aberglauben und Fabelwerck zu ersehen.
 Ausz ihren eigenen Büchern in Truck Teutsch verfertigt, von neuem
 übersehen und corrigiert durch Christophorum Helvicum, der H. Schrift
 und Hebräischen Sprach Professorem in der Universitet zu Giessen,
 Giessen, bey Caspar Chemlein, Im Jahre 1612, 16mo, 222 pp. Second
 part with slightly different title. After gelesen werden follows:
 Sampt beygefügten Glossen und Widerlegung, 16mo, 207 pp. See also
 Is. Lévi, _Cinq contes juifs_, in _Mélusine_, Vol. II. col. 569-574.
 On the _König Artus_, cf. Schröder, _Mitteilungen über ein deutsches
 Wigaloisepos aus dem 17. Jahrhunderte, M. Hanau B. V. Hess. G._ Some
 of these stories are discussed in Jacobs's _Jewish Diffusion of Folk
 Tales_ (as above).

 [34] A few scattered stories may be found in the following
 publications: M. Schwarzfeld, _Basmul cu Pantoful la Evrei, la Români
 şi la alte Popoare, Studiu folkloristic_, Bucureşti, 1893, 8vo, 27 pp.
 (_Extras din Anuarul pentru Israeliţi_, Vol. XV. pp. 138-165); by the
 same, _Scrisoare către Dumnezeu, Cercetare folcloristică_ (_Anuarul
 pentru Israeliţi_, Vol. XV. pp. 191-198); R. T. Kaindl, _Eine jüdische
 Sage über die Entstehung des Erdbebens_, _Zeitschrift für Ethnologie_,
 Vol. XXV. p. 370; B. W. Segel, _Jüdische Volksmärchen_, in _Globus_,
 Vol. LX. pp. 283 ff., 296-298, 313-315. The largest collection of
 folk-tales by the same author are given in _Zbiór wiadomości do
 antropologii krajowej_, Vol. XVII., Cracow, 1893, under the title,
 _Materyały do etnografii żydów wschodnio-galicyjskich_, pp. 261-332; a
 review of this important work, in German, is given in the _Urquell_,
 Vol. V. pp. 183-186. Scattered through the _Urquell_ there are many
 interesting tales, mainly on _gilgulim_, _leezim_, _meessim_; cf.
 Vol. IV., pp. 96, 97, 257; Neue Folge, Vol. I. pp. 80, 81, 121, 122,
 344, 345, 351; see also Z. d. V. f. V., Vol. IV. p. 210. See also the
 bibliography of the legends, etc., in _Sistematičeskij ukazatel_, p.
 211 (Nos. 3133-3136).

 [35] On the customs, beliefs, superstitions, etc., of the Jews, see
 A. P. Bender, _Beliefs, Rites, and Customs of the Jews Connected with
 Death, Burial, and Mourning_, in _Jewish Quarterly Review_, Vol. VI.
 pp. 317-347, 664-671, and Vol. VII. pp. 101-118; Dan, _Volksglauben
 und Gebräuche der Juden in der Bukowina_, in _Zeitschrift für
 österreichische Volkskunde_, Vol. II. Nos. 2, 3; Hedvige Heinicke,
 _Le carnaval des juifs galiciens_, in _Revue des Traditions
 populaires_, Vol. VI. p. 118; I. Buchbinder, _Jüdische Sabobones_,
 in _Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 167-170; Steinschneider mentions books
 dealing on superstitions in his catalogue in the _Serapeum_, under
 the numbers 219 and 421. This subject is treated extensively in the
 _Urquell_, Vol. II. pp. 5-7, 34-36, 112, 165, 166, 181-183; Vol.
 III. pp. 18, 19, 286-288; Vol. IV. pp. 73-75, 94-96, 118, 119, 141,
 142, 170, 171, 187-189, 210, 211, 272-274; Vol. V. pp. 19, 81, 170,
 171, 225-228, 290, 291; Neue Folge, Vol. I. pp. 9, 46-49, 270, 271;
 Vol. II. pp. 33, 34, 46, 108-110. See also Segel, _Materyały do
 etnografii żydów_, etc., pp. 319-328; S. Abramowitsch, _Dās klēine
 Menschele_, pp. 76-77; Linetzki, _Dās chsidische Jüngel_, pp. 29-31,
 114. For a general work on Jewish superstitions, see M. Schuhl,
 _Superstitions et coutumes populaires du Judaisme contemporain_,
 Paris, 1882, 4to, 42 pp. The most important contribution on the
 beliefs of the German Jews in the early Middle Ages is given by
 Güdemann, _Geschichte des Erziehungswesen und der Cultur der Juden_,
 etc., Vol. I. Chap. VII. pp. 199-228, under the title, _Der jüdische
 Aber-, Zauber-und Hexen-glaube in Frankreich und Deutschland im 12.
 und 13. Jahrhunderte_. See also the bibliography of the subject in the
 _Sistematičeskij ukazatel'_, pp. 211, 212 (Nos. 3137-3159). A large
 number of superstitions, beliefs, etc., are scattered throughout the
 Judeo-German literature: probably the most important of such works is
 Schatzkes' _Der jüdischer Var-Peessach_ (_q.v._).

 [36] For proverbs and the discussion of the same, see: M. Spektor,
 _Jüdische Volkswörtlich_, in _Jüdisches Volksblatt_, Vol. VI. pp.
 63, 95, 112, 128, 191, 304, 423, 488; I. Bernstein, _Sprichwörter_,
 in _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 89-112, and Vol. II. pp. 1-49 (second
 part); S. Adelberg, _Przysłowia żydowskie_, in _Wisła_, Vol. IV. pp.
 166-187; M. Schwarzfeld, _Literatura populară Israelită ca element
 etnico-psichologic_, in _Anuarul pentru Israeliţi_, Vol. XII. pp.
 41-52; the same, _Evreii in Literatura lor populară sau Cum se judecă
 evreii insusi, Studiu etnico-psichologic_, Bucureşti, 1898, 8vo, 37
 pp. (_Anuarul pentru Israeliţi_, Vol. XIX. pp. 1-37). In connection
 with the last two, though not strictly on Jewish proverbs, see
 his _Evreii in Literatura populară Romană, Studiu de psichologie
 populară_,--Anex, _Evreii in literatura populară universală, Tablou
 comparativ_, Bucureşti, 1892, 8vo, 78 pp. (_Extras din Anuarul pentru
 Israeliţi_, Vol. XIV. pp. 97-172). A large number of proverbs from
 various Slavic localities are given in the _Urquell_: Vol. II. pp.
 26, 27, 66, 112, 131, 163, 178, 196; Vol. IV. pp. 75, 76, 194, 212,
 215, 256, 257; Vol. VI. pp. 33, 34, 69, 119-121; Neue Folge, Vol.
 I. pp. 14, 15, 119-121, 172-175, 271-279; Vol. II. pp. 221, 222,
 311-313, 338-340. For the proverbs of the German Jews, see A. Tendlau,
 _Sprichwörter und Redensarten deutsch-jüdischer Vorzeit_, _als Beitrag
 zur Volks-, Sprach-und Sprichwörter-kunde_, _aufgezeichnet aus dem
 Munde des Volkes und nach Wort und Sinn erläutert_, Frankfurt a. M.
 (1860).

 [37] The older books on Eulenspiegel are given by Steinschneider
 in the _Serapeum_, under Nos. 10, 288, and 388; in the _Urquell_,
 there are a few stories on _Chelm_ in Vol. III. pp. 27-29, and Neue
 Folge, Vol. I. pp. 345, 346. A large number is given by Segel in his
 collection in the _Zbiór wiadomości do antropologii krajowej_, pp.
 303-306.

 [38] In a general way the Judeo-German folksong was treated by
 I. G. Oršanskij, in his _Evrei v Rossii, Očerki ekonomičeskago i
 obščestvennago byta russkich evreev_, St. Petersburg, 1877, 8vo, on
 pp. 391-402; more specially by J. J. Lerner, _Die jüdische Muse_,
 in _Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 182-198, from which a few songs are
 quoted here. The most of the songs given here are from my manuscript
 collection made in Boston and New York among the Russian Jews. In the
 _Urquell_ folksongs are given in Vol. IV. pp. 119, 120; Vol. V. p.
 196; Vol. VI. pp. 43, 158; Neue Folge, Vol. I. pp. 45, 50, 82, 83,
 175, 239-242; Vol. II. pp. 27-29, 39, 40. Cf. B. W. Segel, _Materyały
 do etnografti żydów wschodnio-galicyjskich_, in _Zbiór wiadomości do
 antropologii krajowej_, Vol. XVII. pp. 306-319.

 [39] The legend has been admirably treated by the historian, S. A.
 Beršadskij, in _Evrej korol' polskij_, in the _Voschod_, Vol. IX. Nos.
 1-5.

 [40] The _Urquell_ (see above) gives some children's songs. See also
 L. Wiener, _Aus der russisch-jüdischen Kinderstube_, in _Mitteilungen
 der Gesellschaft für jüdische Volkskunde_, _herausgegeben von
 M. Grunwald_, Hamburg, 1898, Heft II, pp. 40-49; R. F. Kaindl,
 _Lieder, Neckreime, Abzählverse, Spiele, Geheimsprachen und allerlei
 Kunterbuntes aus der Kinderwelt, in der Bukowina und in Galizien
 gesammelt_, in Z. d. V. f. V., Vol. VII. pp. 146, 147. In Linetzki's
 _Dās chsidische Jüngel_, p. 23, a number of children's songs are
 mentioned by title.

 [41] See the prototype of this song in K. Francke, _Social Forces in
 German Literature_, p. 120.

 [42] See p. 142 ff.; add to these A. M. Dick, _Der soldatske Syn._
 Wilna, 1876, 16mo, 108 pp., which gives a graphic description of the
 career of a cantonist.

 [43] Cf. Dr. Sokolowski, _Die Gseere vun Gonto in Uman un' Ukraine, in
 Volksbibliothēk_, Vol. II. pp. 53-60.

 [44] Max Weissberg, _Die neuhebräische Aufklärungs-literatur in
 Galizien. Eine literar-historische Charakteristik._ Leipzig und Wien,
 1898, 8vo, 88 pp.

 [45] The first two weeklies of Galicia, the _Zeitung_ and _Die
 jüdische Post_, published in 1848 and 1849 respectively, are not in
 the vernacular, but in a slightly corrupt German.

 [46] The love for songs is very old with the German Jews.
 Steinschneider's catalogue in the _Serapeum_ mentions a very
 large number of songs. See also L. Löwenstein, _Jüdische und
 jüdisch-deutsche Lieder_, in _Jubelschrift zu Ehren des Dr.
 Hildesheimer_, Berlin, 1890, pp. 126 ff., and under the same title, in
 _Monatschrift für Geschichte und Wissenschaft des Judenthums_, Vol.
 XXXVIII. pp. 78-89; A. Neubauer, _Jüdisch-deutsches Weingedicht_, in
 _Israelit Letterbode_, Vol. XII. 1. p. 13 ff. But the most thorough
 work is by F. Rosenberg, _Ueber eine Sammlung deutscher Volks-und
 Gesellschafts-lieder in hebräischen Lettern_, Berlin, 1888, 8vo, 84
 pp. That the modern songs are set to music is generally indicated in
 the title-pages or the introductions to the printed collections, as,
 for example, Lieder zu singen mit sēhr schoene Melodien; Schoen zum
 Singen un' zum Lesen; Mit sēhr schoene Melodien. In one of his books
 Zunser (see pp. 90 ff.) informs us:

    Ōb ihr lejent in Büchel meine Lieder,
      Un' die Melodie hāt män euch nit übergegeben,
    Is' dās wie a photographische Bild, liebe Brüder,--
      Dacht sich, Alles richtig, nor es fehlt Leben.
        INTRODUCTION TO HAMNAGEEN.

 While another, B. Z. Rabinowitsch (in _Disput vun a Schüler mit a
 Klausnik_), thinks he must offer an apology for not having composed a
 tune for his poem:

    Mit wās far a Melodie ihr wet spielen,
    Wöllen die Wörter gewiss nāchtanzen!

 Zunser, who did not scruple to make use of other people's property
 (see p. 92), objects, in _Kol-rina_, to the people's appropriation of
 his songs in the following words:

    Wie me hāt mich gehört a Māl zu zwēi,
    Is' schōn gewe'n auf morgen geschrieben bei see:
    Es hāt mir vardrossen sejer Müh', 'chleben,
    Un' hāb' see besser a fartigen, a gedruckten gegeben.


 [47] _Voschod_, 1886, No. 5.

 [48] The only collection of Judeo-German poetry accessible to those
 who do not read the Hebrew type is G. H. Dalman's _Jüdisch-deutsche
 Volkslieder aus Galizien und Russland_, Zweite Auflage, Berlin, 1891,
 8vo, 74 pp.; unfortunately there are a number of errors in it that
 destroy the sense of some lines. See also L. Wiener, _Popular Poetry
 of the Russian Jews_, in _Americana Germanica_, Vol. II. No. 2 (1898),
 pp. 33-59, on which the present chapter is based.

 [49] His poems have been printed in the following periodicals:
 _Kolmewasser_, Vol. I. Nos. 4, 5, 6 (_Dās Gräber-lied_) _et seq._;
 _Warschauer jüdische Zeitung_; _Jisrulik_, No. 13; _Jüd. Volksblatt_,
 Vol. II. No. 10; _Wecker_, pp. 26-29; _Jüd. Volksbibliothēk_, pp.
 148-153.

 [50] Katzenellenbogen, _Jüdische Melodien_ (_q.v._), p. 55, note.

 [51] This I merely surmise, from the statement in the _Sseefer
 Sikorōn_, that he wrote it in 1863, in Kiev, though it is probable
 that he did not print it before 1869. For biography of Linetzki, see
 pp. 161 ff.

 [52] For short notices of Gordon and his work, see B. Woloderski, _A
 kurze Biographie vun Michel Gordon_, in _Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp.
 147-149, and necrology in _Hausfreund_, Vol. III. p. 312.

 [53] Other poems by M. Gordon than those contained in his collective
 volume are to be found in _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. VIII. (Beilage) pp.
 93, 94, 362, 363; Vol. IX. No. 16; _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 39-43;
 Vol. II. pp. 73-75, 261-264; _Familienfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 3-6.

 [54] In this conjunction a few of the very many cradle songs will
 be mentioned here as an offset to the statement, frequently heard,
 that the Jews have no songs of that character; in the chapter on the
 traditional folksongs there have been mentioned a few such; add to
 these the one given in _Mitteilungen der Gesellschaft für jüdische
 Volkskunde_, Heft II. p. 49. Of the literary cradle songs, the best
 are Abramowitsch's _Alululu, bidne Kind, Wēh is' der Mame, wēh und
 wünd_ (in _Dās klēine Menschele_, p. 121); Linetzki's _Varschliess
 schōn deine Äugen_ (in _Der bœser Marschelik_, p. 66); Goldfaden's
 _Schlāf' in Freuden, Du wēisst kēin Leiden_ (in _Die Jüdene_, p.
 6); S. Rabinowitsch's _Schlāf', mein Kind_ (with music, in his
 _Kol-mewasser_, col. 25, 26).

 [55] Some of Goldfaden's poems may be found in: _Kol-mewasser_;
 _Jisrulik_; _Wecker_, pp. 7-15, 56-62; _Der jüdischer
 Handelskalender_, pp. 114-118; _Familienfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 27-35,
 Vol. II. pp. 57-59; _Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 5-7; _Volksbibliothēk_,
 Vol. II. pp. 188, 247, 267, 268; _Dās hēilige Land_, pp. 25-29; _New
 Yorker Illustrirte Zeitung_.

 [56] A song expressive of this sentiment, under the title _Unsere
 liebe Schwester un' Brüder_, appeared in _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. I.
 (1881), No. 2. Other poems were printed in the same year in Nos. 1 and
 5; another poem was printed in _Jüd. Volksbibliothēk_, Vol. I. pp.
 295, 296. A review of his collected poems is given in _Voschod_, Vol.
 VI. (1886), Part. II. pp. 26-31. For necrology see _Hausfreund_, Vol.
 III. p. 312.

 [57] Cf. Abrahams, _Jewish Life in the Middle Ages_, pp. 198 ff. It is
 not uncommon in Judeo-German literature to meet with the description
 of the old-fashioned badchen and his craft, but probably the best
 illustrations of his performances are to be found in the following
 works: Linetzki, _Dās chsidische Jüngel_, pp. 94 ff.; Gottlober, _Dās
 Decktuch_, pp. 43 ff. (2d act, 2d scene); _Der krummer Maschelik mit
 a blind Äug'_, Es is' sēhr schoen zu lejenen die Lieder, wās der
 Marschelik hāt gesungen, un' wie er hāt Chossen-kale besungen, un' see
 sennen noch kēin Mal nit gedruckt gewor'en: Kukariku! Der Marschelik
 is' dā, Warsaw, 1875; U. Kalmus, _Geschichte vun a seltenem Bris un' a
 genarrte Chassene_, _Theater in vier Akten_, Warsaw, 1882, pp. 65-72.

 [58] In addition to the large number of collective books of poetry,
 Zunser has published his poems in: _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. V. pp.
 51, 67; Wecker, pp. 74-88; _Familienfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 6-27;
 _Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 99-108; Spektor's _Familienkalender_, Vol.
 IV. pp. 94-103; _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp. 273, 274; _Dās hēil.
 Land_, pp. 134-141.

 [59] Other works by Zweifel than those given in the Bibliography are:
 _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 73-78, Vol. II. pp. 143-145; Spektor's
 _Familienkalender_, Vol. II. pp. 82-87; _Jüd. Volksbibl._, Vol. I. pp.
 48-61, Vol. II. pp. 132-135.

 [60] For note on Abramowitsch, see pp. 148 ff.

 [61] Mordechai Suchostawer, _Der wōler Eeze-geber_, in _Jüd.
 Volksblatt_, Vol. V. p. 310.

 [62] Several of the poems contained in the volume of his poetry had
 appeared before: _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. I. No. 12, Vol. V. pp. 239,
 357, Vol. VI. pp. 83, 717 ff.; _Familienfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 86-93.
 The Astor Library of New York possesses a manuscript of Ettinger's
 fables.

 [63] Vol. IV. p. 175.

 [64] This is also true of the poets who contributed to '_Der jüdischer
 Wecker_,' a similar volume published in the same year at Odessa.

 [65] His poems were printed in: _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. V. p. 515;
 Vol. VII. No. 36; Vol. VIII. No. 10; Beilage No. 3 passim; Vol. IX.
 No. 3 passim; _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. p. 44; Vol. III. pp. 172-175 (_On
 the death of M. Gordon_); _Jüd. Volksbib_, Vol. I. pp. 260-263; Vol.
 II. pp. 1-6, 120-125, 139-141, 167-168, 195-204; _Jüd. Volkskalender_,
 Vol. III. pp. 117-124.

 [66] _Jüd. Volksbib._ Vol. I. pp. 148-158; better than this is his own
 edition of the ballad in a separate pamphlet (_q.v._).

 [67] _Jüd. Bibliothēk_, Vol. II. pp. 170-180.

 [68] _Ibid._, Vol. III. pp. 123-155.

 [69] _Ibid._, Vol. I. pp. 246-257.

 [70] _Ibid._, Vol. I. pp. 276-285.

 [71] _Jontew-blättlech_, _Zweite Serie_, _Ōneg Schabes_, pp. 27-31,
 _Chamischo Osser_, pp. 22-31.

 [72] His legend _Ophir_, printed in _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp.
 211-224.

 [73] His poems appeared in _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. I. Nos. 10, 11;
 Vol. II. Nos. 9, 46; Vol. III pp. 402; Vol. IV. p. 94; Vol. V. pp.
 565, 664; Vol. VI. pp. 190, 195; Vol. VII. pp. 277, 759; _Hausfreund_,
 Vol. III. pp. 304-306; Spektor's _Familienkalender_, Vol. V. p. 71;
 _Lamteren_, col. 26.

 [74] B. Lesselroth, _Polnische vollkommene Grammatik in
 jüdisch-deutscher Sprache, für solche, die diese Wissenschaft ohne
 Hilfe eines Lehrers erlernen wollen_, Warsaw, 1824, 16mo, 76 pp.

 [75] This is the name given by Gottlober in his _Sichrōnes_, in _Jüd.
 Volksbib._, Vol. I. p. 255, for the author of the 'Columbus,' but it
 appears that it was Günsburg who wrote it in Hebrew; and as in the
 Judeo-German translation the translator speaks of having translated
 this work from his Hebrew form, it is likely that Günsburg ought to
 be substituted for Hurwitz. There are four copies of that work in the
 Harvard Library. Two of them are late remodellings; the other two have
 no title-pages and seem to have had none, so that I cannot ascertain
 the dates of their printing.

 [76] J. B. Levinsohn, _Die hefker Welt_, in _Jüd. Volksbib._,
 Vol. I. pp. 133-147. His biography is given in the same place, by
 B. Natansohn, on pp. 122-132. Both together are to be found in
 Natansohn's _Die papierne Brück'_ (_q.v._).

 [77] For review of his works see O. Lerner, _Kritičeskij razbor
 pojavivšichsja nedavno na evrejsko-německom žargoně sočinenij I.
 Aksenfelda_, etc., Odessa, 1868, 8vo, 15 pp.

 [78] She was very fond of Jean Paul Richter, and it is not at all
 impossible that the peculiar humor contained in her husband's books
 is due to a transference of that author's style to the more primitive
 conditions of the Judeo-German novel. His was a gifted family: one of
 his sons became an artist, the other a famous professor of medicine at
 Paris.

 [79] A. M. Dick, _Der erster Nabor_, etc., Wilna, 1871.

 [80] Short biography in _Sseefer Sikorōn_, p. 97.

 [81] For fuller information on the life and works of Abramowitsch see
 his autobiography in _Sseefer Sikorōn_, pp. 117-126; see also the
 references in the _Sistematičeskij ukazatel'_, p. 286, Nos. 4663-4669,
 of which No. 4665 is the most important.

 [82] Translated into Russian by Petrikovski.

 [83] Reviews of this work are in _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. VIII.
 (Beilage), pp. 1385-1396, by J. Levi; and _Voschod_, 1889, Nos. 1, 2,
 4, by M. G. Morgulis.

 [84] Translated into Polish by Klemens Junosza.

 [85] Translated into Polish by Klemens Junosza.

 [86] His shorter stories have appeared in _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp.
 128-134; Vol. III. pp. 1-9; Vol. IV. pp. 3-25; _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol.
 II. pp. 7-93; _Jüd. Volkskalender_, Vol. III. pp. 53-64.

 [87] Short notice of his works in _Sseefer Sikorōn_, pp. 59, 60; cf.
 also notices mentioned in _Sistematičeskij ukazatel_, p. 286, Nos.
 4670-4672.

 [88] Shorter stories have appeared in _Familienfreund_, Vol. I. pp.
 84-86; _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 121-128; _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I.
 pp. 62-92; Vol. II. pp. 98-119; _Volksfreund_, pp. 14-16.

 [89] _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp. 62 ff.

 [90] His name does not appear on any of the editions of his comedy.
 Early in the seventies he had turned his work over to Wollmann for
 publication; the latter surreptitiously published it over his own
 initials.

 [91] Short mention in _Sseefer Sikorōn_, p. 26; necrology in
 _Hausfreund_, Vol. III. p. 312.

 [92] _Der Schiwim-māhlzeit_, p. 10.

 [93] Cf. S. Rabinowitsch, _Schomer's Mischpet_, and Seiffert's _Dās
 Tellerl vun 'm Himmel (Ein Entwer auf M. Schaikewitsch's Taines)_, in
 _Die neue Welt_, No. 5, pp. 11-21. To his detractors Schaikewitsch
 answered in his pamphlet _Jehi Ōr_. Other reviews in _Jüd.
 Volksblatt_, Vol. VIII. (Beilage), pp. 335-361, 455-467, 707-714,
 738-743, 763-773.

 [94] Cf. _Sseefer Sikorōn_, p. 80. Reviews of his works in _Voschod_,
 Vol. VII. No. 12, pp. 18-21; Vol. IX. No. 7, pp. 30-37.

 [95] In addition to his separate works the following periodicals
 contain Spektor's stories: _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. III. and following
 (very many); _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 109-121, Supplement; Vol. II.
 pp. 1-5, 116-143; Vol. III. pp. 9-28, 38-101, 149-172, 277-294; Vol.
 IV. pp. 81-95, 107-131; Vol. V. pp. 123-136; _Familienfreund_, Vol.
 II. pp. 66-91; Spektor's _Familienkalender_, Vol. II. pp. 51-54;
 Vol. III. pp. 81-85; Vol. IV. pp. 63-93; Vol. V. pp. 45-51, 52-58;
 _Widerkol_, pp. 19 ff.; _Jontewblāttlech_, I. Series, No. 3, 4, 9;
 _Klēiner Wecker_, pp. 43-48; _Literatur un' Leben_, pp. 67-89. Reviews
 by him, under the pseudonym _Emes_, in _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp.
 143-160; Vol. II. pp. 170-176; Vol. III. pp. 251-260.

 [96] In _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. p. 67; Vol. II pp. 108-116; _Jüd.
 Bibliothēk_, Vol. I. pp. 41-74.

 [97] Other articles by him: _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. V. pp. 329 ff.;
 Vol. VIII. (Beilage), pp. 33-43; _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 1-21;
 Vol. II. pp. 75-99; _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp. 244-248; _Jüd.
 Bibliothēk_, Supplements.

 [98] _Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 75-99.

 [99] His stories, dramas, and poems have appeared in _Jüd.
 Volksblatt_, Vol. III. p. 387, hence continuously up to the ninth
 volume of that periodical; _Familienfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 73-84;
 _Hausfreund_, Vol. I. pp. 45-63; Vol. III. pp. 321-326; Vol. IV.
 pp. 63-81; Vol. V. pp. 97-123; _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp. 1-47,
 241-243, 351-378; Vol. II. pp. 205-220, 304-310; _Wecker_, pp. 88-91.

 [100] _Voschod_, Vol. VII. No. 6. Reviews of his other works are
 in _Voschod_, Vol. VII. Nos. 7, 8; Vol. VIII. No. 10, and in later
 numbers; of _Sender Blank_, by J. J. Lerner (unfavorable), in _Jüd.
 Volksbib._, Vol. VIII. (Beilage), No. 29, pp. 864-876, under the title
 _Lebendige Meessim_. Short mention of his works in _Sseefer Sikorōn_,
 p. 105.

 [101] Other articles by Rabnizki in _Wecker_, pp. 62-74, 115-122;
 _Hēilige Land_, pp. 13-25.

 [102] In his _Kol-mewasser_, col. 31-34.

 [103] _Lokschen_ and _A Flōh vun Tischebow_; see Bibliography, under
 Frischmann.

 [104] Frischmann's stories, reviews, and poems may be found in _Jüd.
 Volksblatt_, Vol. VIII. (Beilage), pp. 92, 93; Vol. IX. Nos. 23, 30,
 32, 51, 52; _Familienfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 47-49; _Hausfreund_, Vol.
 II. pp. 22-25, 66-73, 151-170; Vol. III. pp. 175, 176; Vol. IV. pp.
 167-176; Vol. V. pp. 7-21, 159-161; _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp.
 211-224; _Handelskalender_, pp. 100-104.

 [105] His stories appeared in _Jüd. Volksbib._, Vol. I. pp. 183-210;
 Vol. II. pp. 225-246; _Jüd. Volkskalender_, Vol. III. pp. 70-81.

 [106] In addition to the very large number of stories, etc., in
 his own publications, Perez has contributed to _Jüd. Volksbib._,
 Vol. I. pp. 148-158; Vol. II. pp. 126-129, 136-138, 142-147,
 167, 168, 195-204; _Hausfreund_, Vol. III. pp. 111-113, 179-181;
 _Handelskalender_, pp. 79-83, 105-113; _Klēiner Wecker_, pp. 25-29;
 _Jüd. Volkskalender_, Vol. III. pp. 105-111.

 [107] In _Hausfreund_, Vol. V. pp. 136-145; Spektor's
 _Familienkalender_, Vol. V. pp. 45-51; _Widerkol_, pp. 5-18; _Jüd.
 Bibliothēk_, Vol. III. pp. 89-94; _Literatur un' Leben_, pp. 89-95;
 _Jontew-blāttlech_, No. 16.

 [108] In _Hausfreund_, Vol. III. pp. 231-241, 265-277; _Jüd.
 Bibliothēk_, Vol. III. pp. 84-89; _Literatur un' Leben_, pp. 23-47,
 163. _Jontew-blāttlech_, Nos. 1, 3, 20, 22, 24, 29; 2d Series, Nos. 1,
 2, 5.

 [109] In addition to his own publications see _Hausfreund_, Vol. III.
 pp. 294-304; _Jüd. Bibliothēk_, Vol. I. pp. 90-98; _Jontew-blāttlech_,
 Nos. 7, 8, 18.

 [110] Since writing this, both the _Neuer Geist_ and _Die Zeit_ have
 ceased appearing.

 [111] For the bibliography of the older plays see Steinschneider,
 in the _Serapeum_ (1848, '49, '64, '66, '69); _Ahasuerus_, Nos. 11
 _a_, 387; _Purim-play_, No. 417; _Acta Esther_ (Ahas.), No. 17 (cf.
 _Litteraturblatt des Orients_, 1843, p. 59, and _Jüd. Litteratur_, in
 Ersch und Gruber, § XX. Anmerkung 36); _Action von König David und
 Goliath dem Philister_, No. 18; _Mechiras Josef_, No. 146. On the
 ancient theatre, see Abrahams, _Jewish Life_, pp. 260-272.

 [112] pp. 36 ff.

 [113] Part of the _Ahasuerus-play_, as given at present on the day of
 Purim, may be found in Abramowitsch's _Prizyw_, pp. 62-65.

 [114] Cf. Dienesohn, _Herschele_, pp. 47 ff.

 [115] Cf. Abramowitsch, _Prizyw_, p. 64: "Heunt is' Purim un' morgen
 is' aus, Gi't mir a Groschen un' stupt mich araus!"

 [116] In _Die Jüdene_, _q.v._

 [117] Cf. Abramsky, _Bomas Jischok_, which gives an account of that
 period.

 [118] See _Die Jüdische Bühne_. (_The Jewish Stage._) _Herausgegeben
 zum 20 jährigen Jubiläum vun dem jüdischen Theater._ Publisher,
 J. Katzenellenbogen, New York, 1897; about 800 pages, irregularly
 marked. In this volume the most important contribution, though far
 from exhaustive, is by M. Seiffert, _Die Geschichte vun jüdischen
 Theater_, _In drei Zeit-perioden_, 47 pp. For the condition of the
 theatre at its beginning, in Roumania, see Abramsky, _Bomas Jischok_.
 For its later development cf. J. Lifschitz, _Dās jüdische Theater un'
 die jüdische Schauspieler_, _Rezensie über dās jüdische Theater in
 Warschau_, in _Jüd. Volksblatt_, Vol. VIII. (Beilage), pp. 773-784
 (No. 26); Meisach, _Dās jüdische Theater_, in _Hausfreund_, Vol.
 I. pp. 160-165; _Unser Theater_, in _Jüd. Volkskalender_, Vol.
 III. pp. 81-86; Rombro, _Der jüdischer Theater in America_, in
 _Stādt-anzeiger_, No. I. pp. 5-9; No. II. pp. 8-13; J. Jaffa, _Der
 jüdischer Theater wie er is'_, in _Jüd.-Amer. Volkskalender_, 1895-96,
 pp. 60-63. See also the bibliography in _Sistematičeskij ukazatel'_,
 p. 211 (Nos. 3137-3149), and pp. 286, 287 (Nos. 4675 and 4676).

 [119] This is a common saying for an impossible thing.

 [120] Published by Copeland and Day; with permission of the publishers.








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