made them not faint and the monotonous wastes of sand caused them no anxiety and the poisonous breath of the fiery Sirocco left them unconquered. How chaste were their lives! How undefiled their pleasures! How heroic the blood that surged through their veins! When Eben Lob turned into the path that led down to the Djorat EI Einah (vale of grapes) he was still musing upon the Israel of the desert—the Israel that gave rise to so much that is divine and beautiful upon the earth. The dark valleys and the shadowy hills and the tabernacles glimmering brightly in the distance contained so many communications of the race endowed with love and glory and devotion that came up from the desert. In these blessed fields Israel lived happy and powerful. Eben Lob felt that the ground he trod was still wunsecrated, that the gray and rugged hills and the brooks that purled so joyously and the sky so azure and glorious of the land of promise still retained the power of restoring to Israel the vigor of youth and the poetry and the spirit of enterprise of bygone days.
Overflowing with these sentiments Eben Lob traversed a walk that was thickly overspread with fallen leaves and drawing aside the white linen curtain that hung before the entrance he entered the booth where Mrs. Aryeh and Rebecca had been busy till late in the evening. There were several paintings Yand Mizrachim upon the waıls, among them a large portrait of Sir Moses Montefiore. Everything upon the table was exquisitely arranged. An opalescent vase of tuberoses stood upon the table and was surrounded ‚by graceful bowls filled with pears, oranges, "apples and grapes. Small canisters containing almond-bread and antique goblets filled with wine of the purest Palestinean flavor stood beside each plate. The dignity to the table, however, was lent by two loaves—rich brown quaintly-moulded loaves—ready for the household father’s benediction. weatitude was expressed upon Mrs. Aryeh’s features. Rebec- ca’s beauty was enhanced by a gay hat she woöre.
Eben Lob was lost in admiration as he surveyed the magnificence wherewith they had filled the booth. When asked what he thought of the provisions they had made he burst forth in this eulogy: "If the walls had been made of the marble of Syene and the pictures had been painted by the hand of Raphael, if the floor had been paved with the rarest mosaics of Rome and the table had been fashioned by Bezalel and the vases thereon had been of the costliest glass of Venice, I could not have been more enchanted by them."
A NEW COLONY IN PALESTINE
The special correspondent from Jerusalem of the Jewish Morning Journal, New York, tells of an important step which was taken by Dr. Paul Nathan, of the Hilfsverein der deutschen Juden, during his tour to Palestine, towards the establishment of a new Jewish colony. This new colony is being founded by a number of German Jews, under the leadership of Dr. Salfendy, and a sum of money was some time ago appropriated for that purpose. On his departure for the Orient, Dr. Nathan was authorized to take the first step toward the organization of this colony. He has accordingly purchased a tract of land near the colony of “Petach Tikvah” for the purposes of farming and dairying. One large farm in connection with an extensive dairy has already been establishea, and the undertaking has been rented to a Jewish farmer with the understanding that none but Jewish labor should be employed on the farm. The correspondent of the same paper also reports that the Society of B’nai Jehuda, which has been recently founded for the promotion of Jewish commerce and industry in Palestine, has opened a special branch, to be known as “Kodeah Mikodeah,” to encourage the sale from Palestine in foreign countries of various articles pertaining to the Jewish religion, such as scrolls of the law, phylacteries and articles of woodwork belonging to the appur- tenances of the synagogue.