doctor's. The doctor was bending over his medicine case. The vendor said, in a husky voice,"What can one do, Fivl? what can one do?"and he motioned as if imploring him not to sayanything, as if entreating him to be calm.
Fivl looked once more at the boy, at his torn jacket, which he knew not how to mend, at his face, so peaceful, at his closed eyes, the eyes of him who was to be the crown of his life, and he sat down listlessly on his bench, amid his tools. His hat was off, and slowly, with weak jerks, and with a piteously blank look on his face, he
began to rip the buttons off his coat, to put on mourning, saying to the doctor, as if asking for the corroboration of an expert, "He was never sick . . . never . . . before . . . sick . . . in all his life, in all his life . . . . . never sick before . ." He repeated the words, always slower, always slower and less audibly . . . "Never sick before . . . . in all his life . . . . My Moshele . . . my Moshele . . . never . . . sick !" When the crowd left he was sitting on his workbench, his lips moving, but they uttered no sound.
LOUIS LIPSKY.
Jerusalem
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Woe to them—woe to them Whose streaming eyes And mournful cries Ascending to unanswering skies, Bewail thy fate, Jerusalem!
City of bowers—City of Towers, Fair to see, fair to see, Where pow'r sedate Made regal state, And kings enthroned, majestic sate. Jehovah-crowned Jerusalem!
Thrice welcome day, Jerusalem, When towards thee, towards thee, With bated sigh, And eager eye, Thy chosen ones shall once more hie To build a new Jerusalem!
To-day, of all thy templed walls, But one remains—one remains, Which pilgrim bands From far off lands, Bedew with tears, their upreached hands God's mercy praying, Jerusalem!
Foretold thy doom, Jerusalem! Sin and Death—Sin and Death; Folly and Pride Can ne'er abide. Where Israel's law is thrust aside, Woe to thee, Jerusalem, Dust-begrimed Jerusalem!