Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1851-04-10

ple-blossoms on his furrowed brow his silver beard
denly still in the midst of the descent the six hors-
es tossed their manes champted their oaming bits,
struck out wildly with their hoofs, threw their
heads nearly to the earth in terror, then plunged
again in the air, but could not move a STEP
Mighty Empress cried Hoch Reb Lob, Il swear
by the Almighty God, thou wilt change thy mind
before the sun goes down, and my people shall live
in peace, till the Moldau flows over the towers of
the Hradschin!' He then turned and walked
slowly homeward through the awe-stricken crowd,
carrying his Chaldaic folio; and in the same hour
the Empress tore in pieces the decree which she
had already signed for the banishmeut of the Jews
The Cemetery is most dismal place. There
the wind blows over the rank, unknown grass a.
round the tombstones and rustles the boughs Oft the
neglected trees which lift their crooked trunks
here and there. Many of the stones are centuries
old, decaying and half sunken in the black SOIL
Snow and rain have half worn away the sharp He
brew characters, and only the messy, scroll-like
heads of many others are to be seen among the
grass, or pair of hands of carved stone, denotng
that there moulders one of the tribe of Aaron. In
side of the cemetery walls every foot of earth is
composed of the dust and crumbling bones of the
dead, but their rest is never disturbed in order to
give place to the newly departed. Each one
keeps possession of his narrow house, for the or
thodox Jew thinks that economy of space, which is
1J fO fbo of tho 1i,nr info
when applied to the dead; and wherever it is pos
sible, he makes the severest sacrifices to obtain for
himself and his fathers everlasting property for
their mortal remains. The cemetery has been full
as far the memory of the place reaches, and the
dead are now burned in a spot outside of the city
Around the old graves cluster the lofty, topping
crowded houses of the living, but no one ventures
to enlarge his room at the cost of disturbing his
ancestors whose name mostly forgotten, whose
race mas often been long extinct This piety, how
ever, will vanish like the legends, whose source
has been sealed since the commencement of this
century.
Such place as the Ghetto is rich in specimens
of humanity as quaint and antique as itself One
of the most curious characters which one meets in
Prague, is the old pedlar, dealer in small wares,
such fishbones, knitting implements, needles and
the like. He may be seen at all seasons and in
all weathers, going the rounds, calling attention to
his wares with long nasal cry. Notwithstand-
ing the toisome nature of his business the scanty
returns it yields, and the general contempt with
which he is looked upon he plods through year af-
ter year feeling kind of satisfaction in knowing
that that prejudice against his race is growing less
and less. In the .JesuitengaSse he SAYS, it is
long time since | have been drenched with water
from the windows, and the children in Smichw are
not so dangerous as formerly Thus consolng
himself he goes along the street repeating his
shrill cry. At the door of brewery he sees
lusty apprentice with green cap on his head
and witsh moustache just sprouting on his up
per lip. He smiles III secret, for he remembers
how, many years ago, a wicked boy burned off half
his beard while he lay asleep beside the steps of
beer house. In his wrath at this Disagreement he
had cursed the boy and besought God to give him no
beard when he grew up Atterward, he had re-
pented of his anger in sack-cloth and ashes, and
begged that the curse might be removed. Now
he sees the down on that apprentices lip, and
feels that his penitence had It's effect
His life, however has its annoyances. Some
times he goes wandering all day long without sell
ling even needle, and goes home groaning, not
a kreutzer In his pocket. Perhaps it is late on
Thursday evening, and he is anxious to get back
before the Sabbath commences. Just as he turns
his steps towards the Ghetto, some one calls him
from the third story Of high house. Well,' he
thinks, "a little profit is better than none and tolls
up the long dark stairway, thinking of how much
he shall make. When he reaches the top, he sees
an inpatient young mother trying to stop the
screams of refractory boy. Here he comes she
cries, pointing to the poor dealer; there, do you
see the frightful Jewl If you are not quiet this
minute, he'll put you in his pack, and eat you alive
when he gets home. There that's enough. Now,
Jew, you may go!'
H.