Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1892-04-28

savage overhead cut severed two fingers
from the defenceless mans hand. An.
parently it would have been quite the
same had the mans head followed his
fingers.
AS this were not sufficient infamy, foot
soldier standing near, after an humble
salute to the brave officer, picked the dis
severed fingers from the street and tossed
them, as though they had been links OF
sausage, to a bevy of half-famished dogs
shrinking and snarling beneath Hun
garian gypsy cart standing near, and these
animals devoured them after nearly de.
vouring each other in battle over these
unusual and delicious morsels.
The treatment of the Polish Jews is in
describably dreadful. Truly majority OF
these here form loathsome lot But they
are victims of misfortune. No Jew is by
nature slothful or vile. All Jews are active,
patient, vigorous and brave in all things
lending to selfsustenance. Those OF
Cracow are mainly helpless victims OF
Russian persecution. So many have made
their way into all avenues Of business
that by very force Of numbers and despe.
ration OF situation they swarm like wolves
around every opportunity of the slightest
gain. But thousands upon thousands exist
~ a condition of such awful want, starva-
ton and misery, that II would seem in any
place where God was owned some touch
of human consideration and pity might
lind expression. You cannot fnd it in
Cracow. They are beaten from before
soldiers and officials with slaves. Police
dispense begging crowds with swords,
striking right and left and wounding pro-
miscuously.
Those of gentle @ blood seem to have
acquired the right to ayenge all Poland's
national wrongs on these luckless humans.
4 KtrIa t.HN Al. -.
teens strike them apparently as mere
diversion. The arstocracy from highest
TO lowest consider it no crime to chastise
them openly and unresentedly on any pre-
text of offence. The very next morning
after my arrival here, saw half-naked
Jewish child being carried along with Il
broken leg dangling from its body 1t had
amused some lordling or official in car
rriagc before. which the little one had
begged, to ride over it. had some respect
for Polish character, gained will admit
from Polish history, before came to
Cracow
Whatever the Polish aristocracy have
been i'll the past they are brutes beyond
the limits of human language to reveal in
their treatment Of interiors and especially
of these Jewish wretches of misfortune
and misery. And for my part can see
no altar or shrine or crucifx or vicar of
God in this ancient city without loathina
emblem, place and priest where such in
human hearts can worse than murder and
adore.
My guide through the CHASTITY shell of
a civilized city was secured through Incl
dent of iniquitous brutality, trifiing indeed
for Cracow, but still illustrative of its
genial and kindly atmosphere. HAD truly
been unbearably pestered by horde Of
Jews from, money changers down to the
most repulsive of beggars, and finally
conceived the plan of arraying myself
III the most Polish and least expensive of
attire.
II proved a successful device. In this
raiment had visited the Tatra mountains,
and had returned to Cracow so torn by
brushwood and despatched by mud of the
highways that was quite free to enjoy
the city from the neither side of aspect. II
was relief, too from strain upon both
temper and purse.
In this habilament and attitude | was
standing before bakers window inter
ested in an odd form of bread which is
fashioned and baked in an excellent imi.
tation Of crown of thorns much used
during the Lenten period in Galicia.
Anotner still more dolorous object than
myself stood before the window. II was a
Polish Jew, ragged, wasted, wan and old,
have seen longing and hunger on as
many faces as has any other ore who
lives; but | never before saw both so
pathetic and terrible as in this one white
face.
At this moment a bevy Of soldiers
clanked by. Both myself and the ancient
jew stood at the edge of the pavement,
quite out of their lordly way. Something
in the old mans face attracted the soldiers
attention as well as my own. Some turned.
glanced and cursed. One said with an oath,
He will draw the loavcs the window
through with that nose y
IF the loaf Grown of thorns) was his
belly therein, it should cut with blood his
paunch through; sneered another.
Ach. Colt !" shouted the bravest of
them all, as he sprang to the old mans
side. ~ a seeming frenzy of rage. |
feared he would strike him down. But he
did not. lie only spat in his face and called
him a jew dog !"-llarth-rot p and names
beastier still. Then they turned and went
merrily away.
And it is true that this poor old man, for
fear OF his life as he afterwards told me,
dare not attempt TO remove the froth foul
ness from his face until these Christian
soldiery had turned into the market-place.
But had done il for him before that.
then led him into the bakers, and then
into cafe, and then into wine-shop, and
Christian money never did quicker or more
direct missionary work than on that morn
ing when, God knows. for the first and
only time in my life llonged to be Roths-
child.
This poor stranded old human had been
Jewish teacher in not remote Russian
village, and had been knouted out of his
home by Cossacks, his feeble wife perish
ing in the flight from fright and fatigue.
lie had got as far rs Cracow. That, as
with thousands upon thousands more, was
to be his living grave under conditions of
misery and outrage more awful than those
which once made infamous the name of
religion in Madrid, Neuremberg or Salem
unless the little | spared him could get
him to kinfolk in Berlin.
lie showed me the appalling scenes
among the Jews in Cashmere, the Jewish
quarter. Then, scholar that he was, he
told me one by one the legends gray and
dim of the erumbling Zamek; pointed out
the, solid silver shrine of ST. Stanislaus
with its supporting angels, the Flemish
brasses above the tomb Of cardinal. bishop,
son of Casimir, King of Poland, and all
the craven treasures aud wonders of the Ii
chapcls, in the great cathedral; led the
way to the university with its statute of
Corpernicus who was once professor there;
and brought me to the Sebatzkammer to
view the Polish regalia and the dazzling
mass robes of old. But the human grave
yard STILES me. The white face of this
one old man stands between me and
Poland's ancient city of kings, shutting
out all else but the unspeakable mlseries
Of his kind. And | leave Cracow with
sick and heavy heart
EDGAR L, WAKrMAx.
Memorial Gifts from Mrs. Listnr.
FREDERICK. April 22.-Mrs. Charles G.
Lister of philauelnhiu dAti1hter nf ox-