The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-14
THE JEWISH NEW YEAR
SERVICES AT THE TEMPLE YES
 TERDAY EVENING.
Rabbi Messing Addressed an Elo- quent Discourse--All the Jewish Stores Will Be Closed
 Today.

Today.
 The Jewish New Year commenced at o'clock yesterday afternoon: All the the hour and will remain closed until o'clock this evening. Services were held at the TempIs, 2. SIS o'clock; .;.,,,v v.., we lift up our hearts unto Thee" Thus began the prayer which ushered in for Israel the year. 5ss2 Anno Mundi; Within ows of evening fell fitfully as the funeral dirge was chanted of year passing Into the abyss of eternity. There was not a the vast congregation joined in the re- spensive readings which exhorted to re- pentance. Hymns were sung; which gathered up the traditions of i've thou sand years and prayers were uttere!. Chokcd with the sob of ages. The music was beautiful. tender, plaintive. It was written especially for m the Rosh Hassanah sa1 talent el in . the city. The personeI of the choir was as follows: q.
 ond soprano. Miss Kate Booth; alto. Lockwood: tenor, MT; Marshall King; musical director. MT. E. l.. Merriam.
 Particularly. effective was the Ter zetto of Verdi rendered with rare charm
  and MT. Lockwood. Rabbi Messing's sermon was brief yet eloquent. 1t closed with benediction over the wine in ac- and the cor orgregation was dismissed with the blessing, Peace be unto the house of Israel"
 Rabbi Messing's salutatory.
 Rabbi Messing in his salutatory said: Upon this holy altar and before the face to face, For home, for love, for peace-for these at least we thank God tonight as the shadows gather and the pie things. the simple and deep things that are In every mind tonight, In every Jewish heart.
 t chimes, s And yet. in higher sense you are ali travellers; You have s., each asoss one through twelve provinces and four great ened speed or left your fellows You seen seen before. and those whom you. will never see again. You have sailed the | salt sea of tears and toiled up the noun the valley " of shadow. indeed you have travelled. But what have you brought | he me? What treasures have you gather ed ed,Iy by the waya What has been your
 These questions are answered by the rabbins in the three distinct names they have given to our holiday.
 The Sheath of Memory.
 First, they have called it nYom nod Hazzik' | what tender memories come to us here | in the twilight of the vanishing year. Some hailed Its dawn with visions bold the vision has faded. their hopes are | blasted. and they look upon the days to l come without courage and without hope. | naI. a4,H Nhw@N Narl& tAar iksNha tnfdelity to trusts, treachery to friends, 1 have poisoned happiness. Repentance is theirs and also forgiveness but not for getfulness. The past is full of bitterness. And what grief is here-sad memories of angel faces that have passed into "si- lcnce and pathetic dust How l should story tS of those friends of high and lib | eral soul in whose light we have rejoiced but who, in the last twelvcmonth, have gone from us forever.
 They throng the silence of the breast,
 Imas1nations strong ana fair' A
 The memory like cioudless air, The conscience like a sea at rest.
 But Is this a day of memorial simply to dream. simply to see the face of the in the sheath of memory? No. say our ancient sages. No vain tears, no useless regrets no senselsss Tssiinss vail oyer what hat day of sounding the trumpet for battle.
 Struggle and Victory.
 The old year contains grief and sin enough but they they ron%l err who Esc dwell too hath had his temptations, each his fierce conflicts and defeats, each bears griev- ous scars from the battlefield. Yet if life will be filled with hideous specters. Memory will become d place of torment and a ghastly chamber of horrors We shall be the children of despondency and wretchedness.
 "Yom Teruah." The trumpet calls tc battle. the new struggle, the hard fight the final victory. Once forgiven let thu sin go. Reflection upon past sins is eood only so long as 1t produces revulsior from sin and like bow. shoots the sou dead past bury its dead. The future 1: seed seed Tho New New Year is IS ali thine. G" '''"
 The Day of Justice.
 The third name. sccording, to the wis there any justice? We struggle, we sac riicc. perha ps, everything for honor for E@fsSS HrtS wbe Hr 2Snseiences WSS safs booI Is world care9 Does God care?
 Let Israel bear witness. Have Israel's wrongs beer righted? Think you that tice? Are there not those among us whl would discuss our problem with fire and sword, with chain and faggot, with mis- representation and islander.
 But Israel still lives. In the face of unjust judges and false accusers. despite perjured pettifoggers and Sa yenal press despite the delirium of the fanatic and the cry of the multitude. this imperish- able people. with inextingulshable life and tmmutahle traditions, pressing the dust vet never mingling with the dust into which 1t is trampled, still llves-and | behind the dim unknown, standeth God within the shadow keeping watch above ! his own.'
 Pastor and People.
 Of our achievement as a congregation | will not trust myself to speak. For | only the visible monuments we have builded, but also the aspirations that l have been quickened here by sermon hymn and prayer. the comfort that has passed from soul to soul, the friendships that have been nourished in the protect ! ing shadow of this dear and pleasa mt place, the loftier ideals of social excel | ltnCt thar have kero risen urCE the earn est. wind. the daring hopes for earthly and immortal good that have been en- | most that we can hope is that there have been many better men and women and many better children as a grand result of all that has been wrought and ven- tured here.
 Taking the road again for the tolls oi another year can we do better than tc say and to sing
 The future hides in 1t
 Gladness and sorrow
 Naught that abides in ie
 Daunting us, onward. And solemn before us
 Yelled the dark portal