His enlarged benevolence made no difference in his business.  It grew to the widest limits of that humble society, and by the accident of a younger life coming forward to bear his honor up, Issachar grew into sympathy with the social life of all the lower peninsula.  If they wanted money for public enterprise on the mainland, the Jew of Chincoteague was first to be thought of.  His credit, Masonic in its reach, extended to his compatriots in distant cities, and the politicians crossed the Sound to bring him into alliance with their parties.  To personal flattery he was obtuse, except when it reached his ward, and then a melting mood came over him.  At every Christmas he led himself the eloquent Oriental prayer, young Abraham responding with even a richer imagery, for his mind was alert, his schooling had been private and unintermittent, and his father’s enthusiasm and his mother’s docility made him a poet and a son together.

“My son,” said the Jew, as Abraham’s fifteenth Christmas approached, “the time is at hand when we must part for years.  I am growing old, and the loss of thee, O my love! is harder than thou canst know.  The sands of life are running out with me, as from an hour-glass.  With thee the heavens are rosy and the world is new.  Thou beautiful Samuel, Jehovah’s selected one!  Wilt thou remember me when far away?”

“Father,” answered Abraham, “what besides thee can I love?  Every morning, and at noon, and again at night, I will face from the East to pray toward thee; for God will not listen unless I am grateful to my father.”

“Thou art going to Amsterdam,” said Issachar.  “There, amongst the noblest Jews of Europe, the descendants of the Jewish Portuguese, the Hebrew tongue in its purity, the law of Moses in its majesty, our lore in its plenitude, thou wilt learn.  I look to thee, adopted child of Israel! to give the promise of thy youth to the study of our grand old religion, and, like the infant Moses, discovered amongst these bulrushes of Chincoteague, to be the reviver of our faith, the statesman of our sect.  Yea! the rebuilder of our Zion.  It has been ordained that these things will be done, and, by the stars of Abraham; it shall be so!”

“My father,” said young Abraham, “God will keep all His promises.”

The Jew took from a chest of massive cedar wood, empty of all besides, the precious crucifix.

“Look on that,” he exclaimed.  “Dost thou know what it represents?”

“No,” answered Abraham.

“It is the symbol of the faith in which thy father died.  A Hebrew impostor, one Jesus, was nailed by the Roman conquerors of Jerusalem to a cross-piece of wood.  He affected to be the son of David and the Saviour of men.  My son, in the name of his punishment the children of Israel have been burned at the stake, dispersed abroad among the nations, and hated of mankind.  Preaching his imposture thy father and thy mother were suffered to die for their consistency.  See what I have done with