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Chapter 6

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'"and jacob their father said unto them, me have ye bereaved. joseph is not, and simeon is not, and ye will take benjamin."'

as the word 'simeon' came hissing from the preacher's lips, a veritable thrill passed through the synagogue. even simeon samuels seemed shaken, for he readjusted his praying-shawl with a nervous movement.

'my brethren, these words of israel, the great forefather of our tribes, are still ringing in our ears. to-day more than ever is israel crying. joseph is not—our holy land is lost. simeon is not—our holy temple is razed to the ground. one thing only is left us—one blessing with which the almighty father has blessed us—our holy sabbath. and ye will take benjamin.' the pathos of his accents melted every heart. tears [136]rolled down many a feminine cheek. simeon samuels was seen to blow his nose softly.

thus successfully launched, the rev. elkan gabriel proceeded to draw a tender picture of the love between israel and his benjamin, sabbath—the one consolation of his exile, and he skilfully worked in the subsequent verse: 'if mischief befall him by the way on which ye go, then shall ye bring down my grey hairs with sorrow to the grave.' yes, it would be the destruction of israel, he urged, if the sabbath decayed. woe to those sons of israel who dared to endanger benjamin. 'from reuben and simeon down to gad and asher, his life shall be required at their hands.' oh, it was a red-hot-cannon-ball-firing sermon, and solomon barzinsky could not resist leaning across and whispering to the parnass: 'wasn't i right in refusing to vote for rochinsky?' this reminder of his candidate's defeat was wormwood to the parnass, spoiling all his satisfaction in the sermon. he rebuked the talker with a noisy 'shaa' (silence).

the congregation shrank delicately from looking at the sinner; it would be too painful to watch his wriggles. his neighbours stared pointedly every other way. thus, the only record of his deportment under fire came from yankele, the poor glazier's boy, who said that he kept looking from face to face, as if to mark the effect on the congregation, stroking his beard placidly the while. but as to his behaviour after the guns were still, there was no dubiety, for everybody saw him approach the parnass in the exodus from synagogue, and many heard him say in hearty accents: 'i really must congratulate you, mr. president, on your selection of your minister.'

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