have, with the attainment of prosperity, become Jehudim, are many former Zionists. Now they try to imitate our German brethren in every thing, including their opposition to the Jewish nationalist ideal. Among these Bal Habatim who have deserted our ranks are large numbers of persons who are now members of Reform Temples in which assimilation is preached in all its inglorious verbosity, and they are supporting Jewish-English newspapers which are neither here nor there nor anywhere else in regard to the living issues of Jewish life.
We have suffered, and are still suffering, more than many of us imagine, from the fact that many prominent and influential Jews have seen fit to declare that Zionism is incompatible with our loyalty to this country, and have gone among our youth in the Universities and elsewhere and have warned them against the unspeakable evil and terrible danger of Zionism. These young men are ambitious and anxious to get on in the world, and many of them are poor and have only been enabled to take up
their studies through the sacrifices made by their parents and relatives, and they know that, in order to succeed, it is of great value to them to have the patronage, and interest, and support of those of our American Jews who are prominent in the social, political, and financial world of this country, and if these leaders in Jewry tell our young men that Jewish nationalism is a menace, and Zionism is an evil, many of these young men decide to leave this idea alone. They not only decide, but they do so, and the consequence is that our movement suffers from not having the support and the work of many of our most energetic and talented young men.
We must get together and give all the means and the energy we have toward propaganda; above all, toward the creation of an independent and strong Jewish nationalist press, which shall rouse the Jews to their duty, which shall make the deserters ashamed of themselves, which shall protest against the misleading and the enticing away of our youth by false alarms.
"I SAW A MAIDEN SWEET AND FAIR"
I SAW a maiden sweet and fairOf an ancient wand'ring nation;Her simple garb the signs did bearOf poor and humble station.
Knew she some other clime but late,This meek and gentle maiden?Methought I marked her people's fateOn her black tresses laden.
I looked into her great dark eyes,Demure and sparkling-tender:They gazed serene as May-day skiesIn calm and cloudless splendor.
Yet oft some inner mood would castA sadness o'er her glances,As flits a swallow's shadow pastA brook where sunlight dances.