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No. 39. | Vienna, September 27, 1901. | Fifth Year

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Sukkoth!

Such a throng I fain would see, On free soil with a free people stand; Then to the moment might I say: Linger thou still, thou art so fair! (Faust II.)

Harvest in Canaan! There it lies within, the care, in the purple grapes; the heavy labour, in the golden stalks. Fear and torment forgotten. The man rejoices that the ripened blessing will make the nest snug for his dear one through the winter storms, and his cheerful looks make the woman happy. Joy shouts from the hills. For beloved beings toil is gladly willed and light, and glad song gives the measure to it. Right rogues they are, the young men of Shechem. How they vex the maidens, and how much trouble their spokeswomen have to gain the upper hand of every one of them with a sharp reply. For my part I commend the slender lads of En Gedi. Of an evening they stand admiring in a circle about the round-dance of the maidens and call out their applause. Suddenly all is silent, one of the dancers reddens, and the little heart trembles. For up out of the dark wooded valley, through the dully rustling tree-tops, there sound strong, glowing tones. Love loosed them from a yearning breast. The Song of Songs praises woman's sweet beauty.

Upon the ring of stones beside the well the fathers sit and exchange considered speech. How beneficent the long peace is, and the concord with the neighbour. Soon the Syrian traders will come. What will they offer for the harvested abundance? Consider how but lately a heavy anxiety lay upon the community, when for hours together one saw in the east the ill-coloured clouds that carry the hail. But the Lord, blessed be His name, gave a storm, and so the calamity fled out to sea. For that will offerings be brought with thankful heart, over law and right, in the Holy Temple, for which one sets out the day after to-morrow, to celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles. What a time that must have been, which knew neither house nor field, when the son was born in the camp and the father died in the tent of war. Will the community have the same camping-place by the city wall this year as always? Who is to drive my travelling waggon? Simeon is the more tried son, but Judah begs cunningly of the mother, and the woman cannot withstand her darling.

Sukkoth . . .

For many centuries Sukkoth was a glad harvest festival, a remembrance of things past together with the consciousness of a happy present. When city and Temple fell, the Sukkah, the wanderer's hut, became at once an admonition and a symbol of the exile. What once had been returned again, and how much worse, how much longer. For forty years the Jews had dwelt in wandering camps, in quickly struck tents, as they journeyed through the wilderness. Fifty times so long a span did day and night alternate, and every sun saw the Jews in the affliction of a wilderness, in an insecure home. But whereas in that day the tents were struck in order to march against Amalek and victoriously overcome him, in later times home and soil were ever forsaken in order to evade Amalek, that Judah might not be destroyed. In the days of Moses the span of two generations had sufficed to convince the Jews that they possessed strength enough to attain to the power they desired, to bring it about that at Sukkoth they might raise Ethrog and Lulaw in prayer, giving thanks for the fruitfulness of a land of their own. After the calamity there remained in the wanderers through the wilderness only the impression of the terrors of their road, and after so much suffering they anxiously resist the leaving of their wretched hiding-place. Often they must, fleeing before an oppressor, and then they set up their scanty wandering hut now here, now there, restless, tormented, until the tent-poles become boards, until in haste a last house is framed.

And all this misfortune was brought by a day of Sukkoth, that day on which those in the Holy Temple assem-