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No. 3. — Vienna, 15th January 1904 — 27th Tebeth 5664. — 8th Year.

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New Brethren.

Through the long winter of their discontent the opponents of Zionism have impatiently awaited the glorious summer that was at last to bring them golden fruit. From time to time they announced that a new shoot had sprung from their soil, and their hope was great. Yet it was no new shoot at all, but only one that had been cast off from us. Cast off by us, whether because it bore bad fruit, or because, without strength or sap, it sank of itself to the earth and was scattered by the wind. Since the last Congress, however, our opponents fancy that they feel the warmth of the sun. For by their reckoning it is warm with them only when they suppose that it is growing cold with us, and bright with them only when they imagine that evening is about to fall upon us.

Thus have they always shown us their sympathy. They stood along all our paths and gazed hopefully at the obstacles that were to hold us back. They drew our attention to each of them in their affectionate way, described its insurmountability to us in exact detail, and were even so obliging as to provide obstacles themselves when for the moment there were none. They looked each one of us in the face and watched our gestures, to see whether a trace of weariness might not be observed. And if one of us ever let fall a word of impatience, they were so officious that they straightway repeated it to all the world, and so solicitous that their grief at our labours made them hear a hundred times more than was ever said. But if there was anyone who actually turned aside from the road, he could be sure of being solemnly received by them and of finding open arms everywhere as the returning penitent son.

In this way the crowd that swarms about our column has always fetched one or another to be its comrade. Every straggler found among them stout friends who strove to show him the right way. It was only remarkable that it was never the straight highroad, but always some by-path, which perhaps ran parallel at first, but then certainly led somewhere else entirely. "It is the shorter way, the better path," the honest guides would then assure him, when one or another who had fallen into their hands grew suspicious after all. "And then, even if the goal is a different one, the good company we keep is well worth a small detour." And indeed! How many old acquaintances whom he had long believed vanished could such an outsider find! This one, for example, was for years famous as a hermit. With philosophical dialectic he had proved that he had forsaken a multitude that had gone astray. From his corner he had proclaimed oracular sayings, out of whose obscurity only his own personality shone brightly forth. So he had waited until his time should come. And now he was among those who accompany our column and search for the fallen. There, the other one. A worthy champion. He had long since discovered that the Zionists were unpractical, and had gone over to the practical men, where there were societies to found, posts to fill and other practical things to do. And the third! A most honourable man. He had vainly sought to convince the Zionists that the doctrine of salvation proceeded from him. So the obdurate were to rush to their ruin and go without him as their leader. It was not his fault. He had tried everything to preserve them from such a misfortune. The fourth there — that is a weighty personage. In him one sees the firebrand of a society rich in capital. The money, to be sure, it did not earn itself; it has only to administer it according to fixed principles. But what strange rules those would be, if one could not change them at pleasure! "It is a manifest wrong to do this," the man and his companions are told on all sides. "Ridiculous! In the wrong