The Maccabaean

State, and then the words of the prophet that "from Zion shall go forth the Law, and the Word of the Lord from Jerusalem," will be fulfilled.

A New Kind of Stage Jew

A writer in the London Jewish Chronicle calls attention to a new kind of vaudeville stage Jew, who has not yet made his appearance in this country.

After expressing his indignation and disgust at a Jewish actor, who did a stunt in a London music hall very similar to a performance given by the usual Jewish vaudeville actor in America, he calls attention to the work of Mr. Gus Harris. He writes:

"It is really refreshing to turn from the contemplation of these Jewish misrepresenters to an artist who has been bold enough to conceive of a performance embodying Jewish Nationalist ideals and talented enough to present that performance, with considerable success, in every large town in the United Kingdom.

"Mr. Gus. Harris, the artist in question, has in his repertoire three scenes of specially Jewish interest. They are 'Palestine,'

'The Synagogue,' and 'Lord Beaconsfield.' In 'Palestine' he stands before a scene representing the city of Jerusalem, illuminated by the glow of an Oriental sunset. In sad tones he tells of the scattering of the Children of Israel over the face of the earth, and of the privations they endure in strange lands.

"Then, there creeps into his tones a note of hope * * * Some day they will return to the promised land and claim the beautiful city again for their own. With this he holds his audience—for the moment the thoughtless population of a music hall are ardent Zionists. Then he sings a simple chorus:

Back—back to Palestine—back—back again,The chosen people of a fallen raceWill once more take their rightful place.Every Jewish boy and girl will see thebright sun thenIn the Golden City of Jerusalem,In the Land of Palestine.

It is surely a great tribute to Mr. Harris personality and elocution, that he has been so successful among English audiences, with such musical material.

I am come with the dawn on the swift wings of light Through the gloom of long ages of strife And will bear you away from these regions of night Far from dull-plodding toil to new life; Yet I come not in rage and my nets are not spread— Nor come I to inspire you to wrath But I come with the dawn—and by it you'll be led From the land of the shadow of Death.

Lo, I find you in bondage, in hunger, and sorrow Bending low ’neath the chains of the Slave ; But with life in its wake will I bring you the niorrow— To a life yond the gloom of this grave! And filled with the spirit of joy I shall lead you To the land where you'll breathe freedom’s breath; From the scorn of your brothers to joy I will speed you From the land of the shadow of death!