I seem to hear across thy sloping hills. Strange fancies came to Huna as he slept. The true, the good, the pure. The rabbi wakes. Dead sounds of tumult rouse him from his sleep, With cries of triumph, track him to the spot. Upon his face there rests a placid smile, As if he trod the New Jerusalem. R ABRAM S. ISAACS. Rabbi Ben Hissar ABBI BEN HISSAR rode one day Lay toward a spot where his own hand A treasure vast of gems and gold But riding in the falling light, "Fear not," the Angel said, "I bear Rabbi Ben-Hissar bowed his head, Rabbi Ben-Hissar looked and sighed “It was a dream!" he sadly cried. "I thought that God would deign to take Of my poor store for his dear sake. But 'twas a dream! My brightest gem Would have no luster meet for him!" Slowly he turned and took his way Back to the vale where the city lay. The path was long, but when he came Unto the street which bore his name: He saw his house stand dark and drear, No voice of welcome, none of cheer. He entered and saw what the Lord had done. On the stolid bier, with the funeral pall. The pale death-angel Azrael Had chosen a jewel that pleased him well. "I thank thee, Lord," was all he said. ANONYMOUS. The Messenger RABBI BEN JOSEF, old and blind, Pressed by the crowd before, behind, The voice of them that bought and sold, "Jehovah," cried he, jostled sore, Stretched forth his hand his steps to lead. "Not so," Ben Josef cried, "I wait Jostled at every turn his feet "For in a beggar's humble guise O. B. MERRILL. The Forgotten Rabbi ("His memory for a blessing!") RABBI BEN SHALOM'S wisdom none but his scholars know, (High let his spirit journey, e'en as his flesh lies low!) He, ere he spake the "Shema," prayed that his fame might cease: "How shall I give you blessing if you begrudge me peace?" Rabbi Ben Shalom's teaching clings to his scholars still, Oft to his school came, fasting, those who had dreamed of ill: God in such dreams had spoken-how could they answer best? "Laugh at the fear," said Rabbi. "God has a right to jest!" Rabbi Ben Shalom's kindred long in his ear deplored Alms they had spent to nourish one with a secret hoard; Who of their daily table-robber of God!—had taste: "Have I not heard," said Rabbi, "God has enough to waste?" Rabbi Ben Shalom, silent, sat with a dead man's son. "I, at his grave, O Rabbi, knew what my sins had "Cherish his seed," said Rabbi, "Strive to be great instead!" Rabbi Ben Shalom's coming mirth unto mirth could bring Fill him the cup, he'd drain it; strike on the harp, he'd sing! Blind seemed his joy to many, when on his brows death sat Only the few knew better; knew he rejoiced-in that! Thus have Ben Shalom's scholars dug him a lowly bed (How can the soul and body ever a like path tread?) Thus when in Shool they slight him, say that "his fame should cease," Whoso gainsays their folly grudges his master peace! G. M. H. THE The Two Rabbins 'HE Rabbi Nathan, twoscore years and ten, Walked blameless through the evil world, and then, Just as the almond blossomed in his hair, |