from the slums of Whitechapel to the Veldts of South Africa, and from the Mellah of Morocco to the Judengassen of Germany, and should gladden the hearts and break from the mouths of the poor immigrants saluting the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor.  When he, Pinchas, walked in Victoria Park of a Sunday afternoon and heard the band play, the sound of a cornet always seemed to him, said he, like the sound of Bar Cochba’s trumpet calling the warriors to battle.  And when it was all over and the band played “God save the Queen,” it sounded like the paean of victory when he marched, a conqueror, to the gates of Jerusalem.  Wherefore he, Pinchas, would be their leader.  Had not the Providence, which concealed so many revelations in the letters of the Torah, given him the name Melchitsedek Pinchas, whereof one initial stood for Messiah and the other for Palestine.  Yes, he would be their Messiah.  But money now-a-days was the sinews of war and the first step to Messiahship was the keeping of the funds.  The Redeemer must in the first instance be the treasurer.  With this anti-climax Pinchas wound up, his childishness and naivete conquering his cunning.

Other speakers followed but in the end Guedalyah the greengrocer prevailed.  They appointed him President and Simon Gradkoski, Treasurer, collecting twenty-five shillings on the spot, ten from the lad Raphael Leon.  In vain Pinchas reminded the President they would need Collectors to make house to house calls; three other members were chosen to trisect the Ghetto.  All felt the incongruity of hanging money bags at the saddle-bow of Pegasus.  Whereupon Pinchas re-lit his cigar and muttering that they were all fool-men betook himself unceremoniously without.

Gabriel Hamburg looked on throughout with something like a smile on his shrivelled features.  Once while Joseph Strelitski was holding forth he blew his nose violently.  Perhaps he had taken too large a pinch of snuff.  But not a word did the great scholar speak.  He would give up his last breath to promote the Return (provided the Hebrew manuscripts were not left behind in alien museums); but the humors of the enthusiasts were part of the great comedy in the only theatre he cared for.  Mendel Hyams was another silent member.  But he wept openly under Strelitski’s harangue.

When the meeting adjourned, the lank unhealthy swaying creature in the corner, who had been mumbling the tractate Baba Kama out of courtesy, now burst out afresh in his quaint argumentative recitative.

“What then does it refer to?  To his stone or his knife or his burden which he has left on the highway and it injured a passer-by.  How is this?  If he gave up his ownership, whether according to Rav or according to Shemuel, it is a pit, and if he retained his ownership, if according to Shemuel, who holds that all are derived from ‘his pit,’ then it is ’a pit,’ and if according to Rav, who holds that all are derived from ’his ox,’ then it is ‘an ox,’ therefore the derivatives of ‘an ox’ are the same as ‘an ox’ itself.”