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THE HEBREW TALISMAN.

REPRINTED VERBATIM FROM A COPY OF A RARE

PAMPHLET, DATED CIRCA 1836,

WITH AN INTRODUCTION

BY

RICHARD HARTE

London:

Published by the T.P.S., 7, Duke Street, Adelphi

[[Theosophical Publishing Society]]

1888

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INTRODUCTION.

The present number of the T.P.S. pamphlets, a reprint of a curious and

very rare work, may not appear to some readers to have a very direct

bearing on theosophical teachings. Those who have got beyond the

A B C of Theosophy, however, will find in this issue a good deal of

material for serious thought. It deals with one of the most puzzling and

deeply interesting problems which the past has left for solution to the

future the destiny of the Jewish race, and the fate of the Holy Land.

The plot of the work (if that expression be allowed) is based upon two

ideas, which taken singly are so well known as to be almost tiresome;

namely, the ancient belief of the Jews, based upon prophecy and

national pride, that eventually they will recover posession of Judea,

and gather together once more at Jerusalem, after their long exile from

the land of their ancestors a belief only less intense than the longing

for its realization. The other idea is that contained in the legend of the Wandering Jew firmly believed in by all Christendom

from the apostolic

ages until but recently, still half‑believed by millions, and to which the doctrine of reincarnation, especially immediate

reincarnation for a

specific purpose, lends, if not plausibility, at least a new intellectual

interest. These two ingredients of the plot when put together enter, as

it were, into chemical combination, for they give rise to an idea which

differs in its characteristics from both of the components. As a punishment

for a thoughtless word spoken by a foolish and ignorant mortal even to

a god (in disguise at the time), the eternal and miserable activity of the Wandering Jew is a purposeless piece of unworthy

revenge, as little

credible in this more humane and enlightened age as the miracle required

to consummate it. As a practical settlement of the Jewish question, the

return of the Hebrew nation, or even a considerable part of the Jews,

to Syria seems patently absurd. All travellers describe the Holy Land

as barren and poor in the extreme, a land which, if it ever flowed with

"milk and honey," has for centuries been believed to have witheredunder

the terrible curse of an angry God. Could anyone but a child imagine for

one instant that so thoroughly practical a people as the Jews, a race, moreover, pre‑eminently fond of the luxuries of life,

would voluntarily abandon the various countries which for centuries have been their homes, abandon their hereditary

occupations, abandon civilization, and undertake

the frightful labour of reclaiming a rocky and arid district, a labour from which even back‑woods pioneers inured to hardship

would shrink‑‑and

all for a religio‑sentimental idea?

But put these two incredible notions together, and all is changed. What

if it be the mission of the so‑called Wandering Jew to preserve in the

Hebrew mind the recollection of the former glories of the race, and to

keep alive the longing once more to revive them? The moment that idea

finds entry to the mind, the legend ceases to be childish, and the longing

is no longer unaccountable. The two things explain each other, and taken together they raise the Jewish question to a level far

above that occupied

by the superstitions of the ignorant, or the calculations of individual self‑interest. To the Jew himself it is no less than the finger

of Jehovah that becomes manifest from this larger point of view. Through all the centuries,

as they believe, He has been disciplining and preparing them for their final triumph. Already the despised outcasts of a

thousand years ago are the masters of kings and republics alike. There are a score of Jews to‑day each one of whom is a

greater power in the world than an army of a hundred thousand men. Were they to combine they could purchase Palestine

ten

times over, and then keep a million of Christian workmen joyfully slaving

at starvation wages for twenty years in doing the work of making the

country once more a garden while they stood by to superintend. Perhaps

the Jews are right. It may be that the finger of Jehovah is guiding their destinies in the direction of Jerusalem. We know that to

be worshipped

there, and by them alone, was once His greatest glory. Far be it from theosophists to deny that such may still be the case, and

if it so be, then,

for the Jews themselves, all that need be done to complete his purposes

will be accomplished. To the theosophist, however, Jerusalem, even Judea,

is not the whole of this earth, nor this earth the whole Universe. And a higher

guidance than that by human will in the case of the Jews, does not imply a monopoly

of divine solicitude for one little tribe of people, nor a monopoly of power and wisdom for the celestial being who has chosen

them for his special favour. If it be true that the affairs of the Jewish race are under higher guidance, then logic and justice

require us

to believe that a similar guidance is vouchsafed to all mankind, and to the inhabitants

of the myriad worlds that roll in space. Is it so? Is there being enacted before

our eyes a tremendous drama of creation, in which individual men are as microscopic animalculi? Does it get rid of the idea of

a directing power to call "spontaneous development" what our ancestors,equally ignorant, called Divine Providence? Who is

to ask these questions?And of whom can they be asked? Will the Christian listen for their answer from the mouth of a Jew?

Will a theosophist seek it

from a theologian? Will those who know go to school to those who invent fables?

Above, behind, inside of every material thing there is a great, an eternal, incompre‑

hensible, sustaining power absolute and impersonal, the Divine Spirit. Far lower in

the scale of existence there are powers, personal and non‑eternal, creatures who had

a beginning and will have an end. Men call these lower fashioning powers collectively

a personal God; not only jumbling them together, but confounding them with the unknowable Absolute. Is one of these minor

powers, the Jehovah of the ancient

Hebrews, now pulling the wires that attach his people to him, and turning their steps

towards the "promised land"once more? It is said that wealthy Jewish bankers have at

this moment actual legal right of possession to Palestine, holding it in mortgage from

the Sultan. It is said that Jewish statesmen have arranged for the completion and ratification of the transfer of the property to

the mortgagees, upon the fulfilment of

certain diplomatic conditions which events are rapidly bringing about. At the present moment a large part of Palestine, and

nearly the whole of Jerusalem, is said to be

owned by Jews. What does it all mean?

The T.P.S., in republishing this little work, disclaims all political purpose, as needs

hardly to be said. It contains some bitter sayings concerning people long since dead,

and events now almost "ancient history," all of which the T.P.S. would gladly have

omitted in the reprint, had it not been that to do so would have spoiled the consecu‑tiveness of the argument or narrative

therein contained.

From internal evidence the Hebrew Talisman was written about 1836. No one ever discovered who the writer was. The

edition was soon exhausted, and till now has never been reprinted.

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THE HEBREW TALISMAN.

IT has been lately asserted that so much had been said and sung about the Wandering

Jew that nothing further could be made of the subject by any writer, however highly

gifted with the quality of invention. Insolent Gentiles! Learn to be more humble in

thought and less peremptory in assertion: I am the Wandering Jew. I am that doomed

one of whom so many have written ; and I have smiled in very scorn at the description given of me, and of my mode of being,

by personages who are nearly as ignorant of

all that relates to me as are those stolid worthies who pronounce me to be a nonentity;

and my perpetuated misery a fable and a figment.

I am spoken of as being an undying exception to all human rule; yet has my body died

and been consigned to the loathsome vault and the sleek damp worm upwards of two

score times since that awful day when the veil of the temple was rent in twain, when

the earth groaned and was convulsed in her agony of sympathy with the dying one ;

and when He, turning his effulgent orbs in anger upon me exclaimed, "Tarry thou until

I come!" Undying! I have been wept over in most of the nations which exist, and in many which have long ceased to be ; I

have been the victim of the rack and of the block; I have

pined in the terrible dungeon of the Inquisition which shuts out hope and which echoes

to no sound save the moan of the miserable captive or execration of the brutal gaoler;

my body has blazed in the Auto da Fe of Spain and Portugal, where hecatombs of my miserable long suffering race, the

youth, the maiden, the matron, the elder, have been immolated; living, burning, sacrifices, offered on the altars of Christian

meekness. Undying! Take but a brief portion of my long and awful history, and put an end to the senseless figments of lively

imaginations ; to the absurd belief that the mortal portion

of man can outlast the rock, and what is frail can remain for long centuries unbroken,

or what is destructible remain undestroyed.

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. . . . .

Years, long, agonised years, have flown, yet it seems but as yesterday! God! how happy, how haughty in gladness, was I

then. My house, overlooking the sea and shaded on the

land side by groves of oranges and myrtles, was on an eminence at the extremity of one

of the most delightful of the Grecian Isles. Though I was fully twenty years, in the world's estimation, what knew the world of

my age? older than my beloved Zoe, I was dear to

her as the gushing fountain to the Pilgrim of Zahara. Our daughter, fairest among even

the sunny‑eyed daughters of Greece, and our son, the noblest boy that ever gave fair promise of heroic manhood, were even

as a proverb for beauty, as we ourselves were

for prosperity and concord. Happy days! Too happy, by far, to be the permanent lot of

him who had mocked at the prophet of Calvary, and who has seen empires smitten down, and wept his own repeated ruin in

the ruin of successive nations. We sat one evening in luxurious ease, exchanging glances of mingled love and pride, as our

beautiful children abandoned themselves to their innocent mirth and displayed some new grace in every

new attitude. Of a sudden the air felt leaden in its oppressiveness, a dire consciousness rushed upon my mind, andI once

more became aware of my terrible identity. I gasped

for breath, and vainly attemped to give utterance to my agony; the metempsychosis of

the ancients, fabulous to them, [was no longer a fable; and I, who in outward appearance and corporeal members was a

merchant of Greece, the husband of a loving wife and the father of beloved children, was once more aroused to the

maddening truth, that in soul

I was the accursed one of Judea; the survivor of many ages! the unpitied mourner of innumerable relatives‑‑the dead of

divers nations! This fatal, this abhorred, consciousness comes upon my soul in the fortieth year of whatsoever body it

inhabits; and to this

consciousness some terrible calamity certainly and speedily succeeds.

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

As I stood with dilated nostrils, glazed eyes, and stricken limbs, my Zoe started suddenly from the anxious and endearing

posture she had assumed on witnessing the horrible change which had come over me, and, shrieking, "The Osmanlie!" rushed

towards our children. A struggle a piercing shriek, the wild war‑cry of the bloody brood of Mahomet; and I was childless

and wifeless! How I reached the sea side I know not; but I did reach

it and was speedily on board a vessel of my own, and bounding over the blue waters.

Days and nights passed by, the good ship cleft her way through the heaving waters; but

no pang for wife or child, no thought for my present preservation or future course once crossed my mind. A dry and burning

agony oppressed my brain; and but one thought was existent there‑my horrible my accursed identity; and when my lips gave

utterance to my thoughts their sole accents were "Tarry thou until I come!"

At length this one horror made way for the accumulated reminiscences of eighteen hundred years of misery! Aye, that, that is

the surpassing curse of my tremendous

doom! No sooner have my forty years of un‑tortured existence passed away, no sooner

do I awaken to a consciousness of what I am, than I am goaded to despair by distinct

and harrowing remembrance of all that I have been, done, and suffered. All who loved

me and are lost to me rise up again to my mental view; and the moral evils of long centuries are superadded to the

tremendous curse which extends my spiritual evil to

the crack of doom.

The good ship bounded on, and the very excess of my misery aroused me to an activity

of which I had previously been incapable. Of maritime affairs, I had, in this one of my many lives, had abundant experience;

and as the horizon gave tokens of an approaching tempest, I took the helm, and the command of the vessel. If I had not

already felt aware

that my bodily existence was about to undergo another change, a phenomenon which

I now observed would have persuaded me of that fact. Our ship defied alike the wind

and the waves, and swept rapidly through the latter in the face of the former! I then knew that I was approaching my death

place; that I was speeding towards land which should afford me another grave, and my spirit, my doomed spirit! another

body. Oh, that terrible chill, that paralysis of the heart, that numbing yet agonising sinking of the soul, which precede the

mortal pang! All, all were with me and upon me; yet I gazed in pity upon

my devoted crew who, poor fools! were pitting their manhood and their skill against inexorable fate. They knew not, alas!

that to be attached to me was to die; to be bound

up with my lot but another phrase for miserably perishing.

Seamen by nature, you insular people are familiar, at least by description, with every

phase of ocean's rage and ocean's convulsion. No new description of ship‑wreck is necessary to you. Let it suffice then to

say that I saw my shipmates, without an exception, swallowed up by the howling waters, and was myself dashed upon the

coast which we

had long been approaching, and which I had long recognized as the once barbarous land

in which, when a Roman centurion, I had combated the fierce and savage inhabitants;

and which I had more recently visited as a merchant, and marvelled at for its wealth, its luxuries, and its civilization. Need I

name your England.

The valour and the wisdom of their ancestors, had encircled her brows with the diadem

of empire and had placed within her hands the Sceptre of maritime dominion, and clasp'd around her waist the golden girdle

of the world. She had become the mart of nations,

and her ships covered the waters of the globe, and her immense metropolis was the emporium of the earth.

The last fell pang was over, and my spirit once more freed from mortality, to seek

another mortal residence. Impelled by the resistless but unseen hand which scourges me, my disembodied spirit glided

onward till it reached a small but beautiful cottage, and

there at an open casement, it paused; and stood dim, shadowy, and invisible to mortal

eye, though silvered and shining in the full calm beams of the moon. In the room sat a young and beautiful woman gazing in

agony which could not weep, upon the pale and

waxen visage of her dead boy her beautiful, her only one. Anon came the felt, though unspoken, fiat; and my spirit entered

the lifeless body. The infant's feeble cry, and the mother's shriek of frantic joy announced the reanimation of the mourned one.

The

father and the domestics rushed in, and the wonderful event is talked of to this hour

in the beautiful village of ...

I have already shown that during the first forty years of each bodily existence, I am unconscious of aught that distinguishes me

from the rest of my race. I have but lately

been roused from my ignorance: the curse of consciousness came over me ere I wept above the grave of her who had wept

her child's death, and knelt in gratitude for his recovery. I am once more alone in the world, and once more aware that I am

the

accursed one of Judea.

Reader you have seen me though you know it not. A single night has bleached my

hair, I wear the haggard features of three score, and as my mean person, and worn yet intelligent features are contrasted, as I

pass through the populous streets of your new Babel, with my sordid garments and my anxious and almost ferocious looks,

the passengers turn and gaze upon me in wonder, as to my pursuits, my circumstances,

and my character.

I am aged; but I cannot again die until my mission be complete. Hitherto, in all my

bodily lives I have silently suffered; and in all my bodily deaths I have

" Died, like the wolf, in silence."

But the tune has at length come when the cause and the object of my marvellous and doomed existence must be made

known; that the pride of the Gentiles may be abated,

and that the scattered people of Israel may know that they verily shall be a kingdom mighty, to save and to destroy, and that

they shall see the advent of their Messias, and

the utter confusion and abasement of the insolent and false followers of the Nazarine!

"Tarry!" Aye, I have indeed tarried; and I must tarry yet a little while ere the mighty

spell can be utterly broken, anti the Lion of Judah triumphant over the nations. In what nation have I not lived and suffered?

In what nation have I not exerted a mighty, though unseen, power, in producing that gradual rise of my scattered and erring,

but still sacred

and peculiar, people, which will so shortly terminate in the rebuilding of the Temple of Jerusalem in the subjection of the

Kings of the Gentiles to the sway of the long tried,

long suffering, and at length restored, people of the Most High? The false powers will

at length be smitten down by the true; and the temporal triumph of God's chosen people illustrated and consummated by the

veritable advent of the veritable Messias. "Tarry!"

Tyrant! I have tarried; I have wielded the power of the thousand powers which may not resist the word of authority spoken

by him who has looked unmoved and unrebuked

upon the glories of the Shechinah, who has lifted the veil of the temple, penetrated into

the holy of holies, and learned the words of power engraven upon the signet of the

master of all wisdom, and of all demons, good and evil the marvellous, the glorious Solomon.

Ill taught, as are the myriads who put their vain trust in the prophet who died on Calvary, and led away as they are by a

thousand vain conceits and cunningly devised fables, even they have some faint understanding of the wisdom of the great

Solomon, whose name

be reverenced! Selah! But they have only a glimmering of light; they can see only an

atom of the vast whole of his wisdom and his might; it is needful therefore that they

should learn from me what their false philosophy would never teach them, what

their false faith shall vainly forbid them to believe. They must believe the truth, for

it shall chastise them; the word is spoken, Judah shall rejoice over their confusion,

yea, Israel shall be very glad.

Though the bigoted and vain Nazarenes know that the great Solomon builded to the

Most High a temple of exceeding beauty and exceeding costliness, marvellous to think

of, though they know that his wisdom filled the nations of the earth with wonder, and caused King Hiram and the Queen of

Sheba to look upon him with much reverence; though they know that in wealth, as in wisdom, Solomon was pre‑eminent

among the mighty ones of the earth, insomuch that none other prince than he could have builded

that temple, which he dedicated to the worship of the one only God; yet, so narrow‑

minded and grovelling are these Nazarenes, that they divine not, neither will they confess, that the wealth and power of the

great Solomon were but the natural consequence of that ineffable wisdom which was bestowed upon him when his soul, in a

night dream, replied wisely and worthily to the question that was vouchsafed to him from above.

Nay, so infatuated are they, so surrounded by the outermost gloom of a more than Cimmerian darkness, that they they! in the

petty pride of the ten thousand contradictions which they call philosophy, take upon themselves to deny the interference of

the supernal powers in the progress of mundane affairs; though a single glance at their own version

of the history of the wise son of David would, one would suppose, suffice to show

them that only by the aid of those powers, subjected to his unspeakable wisdom, could Solomon have amassed and

expended the treasures which upreared the temple. From the cedar that is on Lebanon to the hyssop that groweth upon the

wall, Solomon knew the nature and the properties of every thing that springeth up from the pregnant earth; and, divinely

taught and divinely authorised, he had elixirs potent for all purposes, and

words of might which the demons hear in their far abodes, and which, hearing, they

must obey.

As an instance of the unbelieving and deceitful nature of the scribes who from the

day of Calvary even to the present hour have laboured in their vocation to hoodwink

the worldly and fat‑hearted generations, and to keep them unaware of the powers of

that magic which, partially revealed to Moses, was entirely unveiled to the steadfast

and eagle glance of Solomon, I may demand, who among the multitudinous sects of

the Nazarene has any knowledge of that wondrous and invaluable root, BAARA?

That wondrous root which could only be drawn from its parent earth, on being sprinkled with human blood, unless at the

expense of the instant death of the animal compelled

to draw it? I venture affirm that not one, save Fabricius, has ever alluded to this wondrous root, except in what the Christians

as ignorantly as insolently term "Talmudical fables." And yet it is perfectly true that it is the quality of this root, as is averred by

sundry writers

of our despised and persecuted race, to cast out evil demons from people possessed; and, though it is never known to more

than one person of our race, a preparation of this root, aided by the words of might en‑raven upon the signet of Solomon, is

potent excedingly

in tasking the hidden powers, and in discovering the most hidden things.

Poor fools! these Gentiles! Bid by magic divinely taught and divinely authorised, how deem they that Moses, that mighty

chieftain in Israel, foiled the Egyptian Magii at their own weapons, and vexed the land of Egypt with many plagues, even until

the peculiar people of God made a glorious Exodus from the land of bondage? Do they deem that

by any other means than magic, so taught, and so authorised, Joshua the son of Nun

could have made the sun stand still upon Gibeon, and the moon in the valley of Ajalon?

Touching the root Baara, even the secular learning of the false worshipping people

who call themselves Christians, might teach them that its power in the casting out

of devils, was well known to our fathers, and demonstrated even to those appointed scourges of Judah, the heathen Romans,

whose names be Anathema, Anathema

Maranatha. For the priest Eleazer did cast out by its means the demon which had

possessed a certain man; and that the bloody and sagacious Vespasian who was there present when this merciful deed was

done, might be convinced that the demon did

indeed depart, though the exceeding tenuity of spiritual existences will not allow them

to be visible to other eyes, than those from which occult science has removed the scales the venerable Eleazer commanded

that a vessel should be placed at a considerable

distance from the person possessed, the which vessel, in obedience to the commands

of Eleazer, the demon, in departing did forcibly throw down and empty.

But my proper task will not allow me to bestow further time upon the crude notions

or the blind and fanatical bigotry of the detested Nazarenes. The all but omnipotent

signet of Solomon was deposited by that greatest of earthly princes in the Temple of Jerusalem; and in the Holy of Holies,

entered only by the great High Priest, reposed

that gem of price and power unspeakable.

When the temple was plundered by the heathen, and when our people were despitefully treated and led into captivity for their

sins the vessels of silver and the vessels of gold

were grasped by the unholy hands of the conquering soldiery Nebuchadonozor and

Cyrus bore away the wealth of Jerusalem; but not the signet, which was from the beginning destined to work out the salvation

of Judah when her sins should be fully expiated, and her people once more an acceptable people in the sight of the Lord.

But though the dim light of tradition caused every successive high priest carefully to

guard against the discovery of the precious treasure, even the high priest knew not all

the wonders of that treasure. It was reserved for me, the doomed, the mysterious, the

ever‑changing in body, the unchangeable, the everlasting in spirit, to learn, even while hosts barbaric pressed towards the

Holy of Holies, the saving wealth that rested therein. And thus it happened. In the seventieth year after the death of him whom

the Nazarenes call Messias, and on the seventeenth day of the month called Panemus, in the Syro‑Macedonian tongue, but in

the Hebrew Jamuz, the dread enemy of our nation, the

Roman Titus had so far reduced the doomed defenders of the Holy City, that the daily sacrifice could no longer be offered;

and then knew all those in whom the only true religion had produced the spirit of prophecy that the temple would indeed fall.

I need not recount the horrors of the succeeding days of the siege; or is it not written

in the book of the apostate Josephus how the temple was polluted by the blood of our people, shed by each other as well as

by the Romans? How that famine was abroad

glaring with fierce eyes, and made horribly visible in gaunt and spectral forms? How

that a mother maddened by famine slew her child, yea, her first‑born and her only one,

and banguetted in horrible eagerness upon his roasted body? Alas! the apostate Jew

and divers writers among the Nazarenes, have dilated but too truly and too sufficiently upon the awful scenes that passed in

every street, aye, in every house in the devoted

city of the living God. Let me then hasten to that concluding scene, which gave the

Holy of Holies to the flames; but at the same time gave to me that Talisman, which, eighteen hundred years later, was to

rebuild the city and the temples, and prepare the people of God for the dominion of the whole earth, and for the advent of the

veritable Messias. Selah! Let it be done. It is about to be done.

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. . . . . . . . . . .

Urged by I know not what divine fury, I had descended from the Upper City, where

I had been gazing upon the flaming sword, which illuminated the heavens, even at

mid‑day. I passed unscathed through the outer court of the temple, now polluted

by the bodies of the dying and the dead, and slippery with much blood. Scarcely had

I made my way beyond the partition wall, which had been erected for the separation

of the Jews from the unbelieving Gentiles; when, from one of the many apartments

that were on the north side of the holy house, a lurid pillar of fire suddenly shot upward, and in an instant ten thousand fiery

tongues darted from it in every direction, and a cry

of horror and alarm arose from ten thousand combatants within and around the temple.

To cleave to the earth the destroying Roman, who was in the very act of leaping into

the inner court, after snatching from its blaze the torch with which he had now fired the holy house, was but the work of an

instant; that done, I pressed forward up the acclivity which led to the altar of Burnt Offering, where the High Priest, who had

succeeded the fugitives, Joseph and Jesus, was surrounded by combatants, and in an evident agony of anxiety to make his

way into the Holy of Holies. With a loud cry I threw myself forward into the throng and the strife ; but though I was swift, I

was too tardy to save the

venerable man, who, at the very moment that I gained his side, was transfixed by a

Roman dart. I raised him and bore him towards the Sanctuary, but though life was

fast gushing forth from his ghastly wound, he was a Jewish priest still‑true to his God,

his faith, and his office. "Pollute not the holy place! Forbear, set me down here," he exclaimed; and in a niche, which was as

yet unthreatened by the devouring element,

I set him down, and raised his drooping head, and wiped the big damps of death rom

his lofty brow, all tenderly, as would a nursing mother support and tend a dying child.

His breathing came shorter and shorter, and his limbs became rigid; but the agonies

of death had no power over the energies of religion; and he did not expire till he had commanded me to penetrate the Holy of

Holies, and to snatch thence and from the

very centre of the ark, the Talisman of our people, even the signet of the wise Solomon

the Shemama‑phorah.

Not even the behest of the high priest would have caused any other Jew to enter that mysterious and most sacred place. But

I! what had I, the wanderer, to fear?

I passed the brazen pillars, Joachim and Booz, and I reached the golden cherubim,

ten cubits in height, whose outspread wings, reaching from the southern wall to

the northern wall of the Holy of Holies, had hitherto concealed for ages its sacred mysteries from unpermitted eyes.

I paused, but for a moment; the golden gates were passed, the cherubim no longer hid

the ark from my gaze; and, God! by what a galaxy of glories was I dazzled! The floor

and the walls were of fine gold, glittering with the splendour of ten thousand fires,

and reflecting back the many coloured and living lights that flashed from Onyx and

from Sapphire; from Chrysolite and from Amethyst; and from every precious stone

from every part of the earth. Having drawn aside with resolute hand the embroidered

veil of purple and scarlet, behold! I stood within the Holy of Holies; and there over

against the eastern end I beheld an altar of solid and unornamented gold. Upon either

side of the altar was a hollow candlestick of gold, adorned with lilies and pomgranates

of gems and fretted gold. But upon the table! Even I shook in every fibre with much

awe, as I looked upon the ark of shittim wood, which in Hebrew is called Eton. It was

five spans long by three in height and breadth; and was strongly ornamented with plates

of fine gold, and on the top were two cherubims of the like precious material. In that

lay the palladium of our people‑the seal of Solomon; and I I! was to stretch forth my

hand and seize it!

The lid of the ark yielded to my mere touch, and mine eyes fell upon the precious signet.

It consisted of a single cincture of massive gold, set with a single gem; but such a gem. Well might the fiends, well might the

powers of earth and hell shrink from the steadfast gaze of its possessor, and busy themselves in doing his behest. In the

centre of the gem

was engraven the ineffable name of God, and around it in mingled radiance Diamond,

of Sapphire, of Ruby, and Emerald, the seeming of ten thousand eyes gleamed with

divine ardour to which the lurid lightnings of the stormiest heaven are but as a meteor

that dances upon the morass. I stood as one fascinated, terrified, petrified; I would fain have stretched out my hand, but my

arm was paralyzed; I would have cried aloud, but

my tongue clove to the root of my mouth. As I stood thus entranced a shout in the

outer portion of the temple announced the arrival of Titus and his followers. In a few moments the Holy of Holies, the Ark,

the very Seal of Solomon, would be bared to

the gaze of the profane, violated by the hands of the foeman and the robber. I stretched forth my hand and grasped the

signet; a report as of ten thousand thunders shook the

whole fabric around me, and I felt myself seized by a giant hand, whose grasp deprived

me of my senses at the very moment that I saw the majestic though somewhat corpulent form of Titus within the hitherto

sacred place. How long I remained entranced I know

not. When I at length awakened to a sense of my situation, I was far, far away from the bloodshed and tumult, from the

trampling of the victors, and the passionate but unheeded entreaties of the dying and the captive. The moon, the pale‑visaged

Astarte of the Phoenicians, was high in heaven, shedding around a flood of silvery light such as she

can never bestow upon this land of cloud and fog. I lay beneath a majestic palm, and

close beside me gushed a fountain, making a delightful music in the otherwise unbroken silence of the night. It was by slow

degrees that all the scenes through which I had so recently passed became clearly and completely recalled to my memory;

and, oh God!

with what horror did I not thrill when I discovered that the signet of Solomon was no longer in my possession!

I should have raved, Heaven pardon me, I believe I should have blasphemed; but

before could give utterance to my agony, there arose beside me a low, sweet, musical,

but withal, most solemn and majestic voice and the mighty change that had come over

my spirit and freed it from the dull and inapprehensive obtuseness of mere mortality, enabled me to know that that voice

came from no created mortal. I knew that the voice was a voice from above, and my heart leaped with an exceeding

gladness, for I heard

much mercy, and was blessed with a most wondrous mission, and with a trust which

they who sit upon the blood‑stained thrones of the perverted earth might envy with a power to which they must speedily bow

down in humility and in dread.

It was revealed to me that though the curse of him of Nazareth must for a time have power, and though, until the regeneration

of our people should be at hand, his power should go on increasing among the nations, the curse his hate and tyranny has laid

upon

me should be converted into a saving mercy to Israel, a pillar of light to guide and guard the wanderers of Judah. Words of

might were graven upon my soul, even the words of

the signet of Solomon which all Genii must obey, and I was sent forth to live the bodily

life and die the bodily death in divers places; but with ever one task, one trust to teach

the trampled Jew to become very mighty in despoiling his oppressors, very cunning in availing himself of their hearts' leprosy

avarice. Ages upon ages have rolled by; where populous cities and the palaces of kings once stood, the bat and the owl and

all obscene and grovelling reptiles are now the sole lords, the sole tenants; and where I have battled with the gaunt wolf, and

disputed with the bear his forest haunt, hundreds of thousands

of human beings dwell in cities of strength and splendour; the many wearing out their

lives in squalor and in toil, that has little recompense and no cessation, the few looking down in insolent and unsparing scorn

upon those who starve, that the tyrant and the

cheat may fare sumptuously every day. All nations have been in turn the scene of my exertions; all ranks, all pursuits, have in

turn been made subservient to the Holy and Appointed end; Jerusalem, Oh beloved Jerusalem, I have toiled to uprear thee in

power

and in great splendour! The appointed hour is at hand; and then HE cometh, at whose benignant and resistless word the

curse of my foe, the fell curse that was pronounced

upon me on Calvary, shall be removed, and my spirit shall have rest.

Whether leading the war galley of Venice to the discomfiture and slaughter of the Paynims, or pursuing the business of a

merchant in Spain, with the terrors of the Inquisition ever before me, if discovered in my secret practice of the sacred faith of

my forefathers; whether passing my youth in the sweet tranquility of an Alpine valley,

or amid the roar of waters and the crash of battle; whether in one age wielding the

sword and the lance of the condottieri in the cause now of one and now of the other

of the venomous little republics of Italy, or in another aiding the revolt of Massaniello

at Naples, or catering to the amusements of Louis XIV at Paris; in all times, in all characters, in all places, from the instant

that my spirit, in each new body has been

called anew to self‑knowledge, by the sweet low whisper oh! how full of hope to the Wanderer! "Tarry thou until I come," all

my energies have been devoted to the perform‑ance of my task.

The bigotry of a whole people, and the cupidity of their tyrant could easily degrade the

Jew in social condition; debar him from this or that privilege, condemn him to this or

that bunthen, and brand him with an outward and visible token of his debasement; but

the Jew could always amass wealth, preserve wealth, and by his wealth, he, the trampled slave, could always mock the

sufferings and sway the fate of the haughtiest and bloodiest of his oppressors. Aye! the Talismanic power has ever been at

work; in every land hath

its influence at some time been felt, in every land have I at some time made one of my people a mighty man, in the despoiling

of the princes and the people who believe in the prophet of Nazareth.

Jehovah! how have I scorned the enemies of thy people, when I have seen them waiting with pallid cheek and downcast eyes

for the fiat of the enriched Jew to consign them to instant and utter beggary, or to aid them to struggle on a little longer in the

hope of gain

to themselves, but in reality only to swell his gains and add to the righteous usury which shall raise up thy peculiar people, and

make glorious the towers of Zion.

Alas! how easier far it is to give the Talisman by which riches can be commanded, than

it is to inspire a human heart with that intense love of the antique abiding place of our race, which alone can justify me in

bestowing the potency and the splendour of riches! How often have I not had to lament the backsliding, and the degenerate

self‑love of my chosen instruments? With what disgust have I not taken from them their abused trust;

with what scorn have I not seen them reduced to despair and self‑destruction, by the deprivation of that which I bestowed on

them, not for their own petty purposes, but that Israel might be redeemed from her debasement.

Ask who enabled Neckar for a time to support the boundless extravagance of the Court

of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette, and history, the jest book of wise men and the

oracle of fools, will tell you that it was his genius. I can tell another tale! It was I, it

was the talismanic power which I gave him for a brief breathing space, to inspire his friends with admiration and his enemies

with envy. I withdrew that power, and there

arose that scene of bloodshed and confiscation which was especially necessary to

enable my people to spoil all the nations of Europe, even as our forefathers by divine commandment did spoil their Egyptian

task‑masters. Verily the Jews have had their revenge! From the revolution of France sprang bloody and expensive wars;

from those wars sprang royal indigence and national extremity, which raised up that Christian

Moloch of loan jobbery and public debts wherein the present race battens on the spoils

and devours the labour of its offspring; and now, now was the time when the Jewish people might banquet in the halls of

princes, where once their very presence would

have been deemed pollution. Now was the time when the aggrandisement of my

people could not without sin be neglected. England became the resort of thousands

of our oppressed people; and if England insulted and spat upon them in theory, it at

least supplied them with wealth boundless and with dupes innumerable. A chieftain

of our people became as necessary, then, in England, as formerly in Venice, in Genoa,

in Antwerp, in Bruges, or more recently in Paris. From the death of Louis XVI. to the consulship of Napoleon Buonaparte, I

rarely conferred the visible talisman, for however

brief a space of time, upon any one; it was necessary that all my people should be up

and doing, that each should be amassing his portion; there was a harvest too large for

any single reaper; and leaving to themselves the native wit of the Jew and the native propensity of the Gentile to overshoot his

mark, by indulging his own bad passions,

I looked calmly on, seeing in every bloody battlefield the precursor of a new loan in

every new loan the most perfect of human inventions for the transfer of the wealth of

the Gentile to the strong boxes of the Jew.

The result fully justified my reliance on the self‑destroying talents of the Nazarenes;

the Jews of England amply avenged the Norman atrocities of the older day; and what

the Norman took from the Saxons by the stroke of the battle‑axe and the broad sword,

the Jews now took from the at once insolent and ignorant descendants of those Normans by the stroke of that far mightier

weapon the pen.

The first of my people whom I pitched upon to wield the Talismanic influence in England was one whose name will in an

instant be recognized by all the votaries and high priests

of Mammon, whether Jew or Christian. I allude to Solomon Salvador. I found him a comparatively poor man; I made him in

a brief space the marvel of all who knew him.

The wildest speculation he could undertake was sure to prosper; and the magnates of

the nation sought his advice when troubled with the common and very painful disease

of Impecuniosity.

This success was as brief as it was brilliant. The fool! did he suppose that power was entrusted to him, that wealth was

placed within his reach for the bidding, merely that

he should call a mountainous mass of brick and mortar after his name, fill it with

luxuries from every quarter of the globe, and then spread the banquet and illuminate

the saloon to welcome the high‑born fool and the high‑born harlot, and make glad their hearts with wine and music, while the

towers of Jerusalem lay in ruin, and the remnant

of our people sat cowering beneath the insolent trampling of the the men of blood?

Fool, thrice foolish! I deprived him of the talismanic power, and his wealth melted away from him fast as the snow melts

beneath the ardent beams of the sun. His familiar friends saw that he waxed poor, and in the short‑sighted wisdom of this

world they attributed his downfall to imprudent speculation, to extravagant expenditure, to anything and everything except the

true cause; and he died poor, neglected, forgotten.

Possessed of the words of power which the genii must obey, and using those words of power for the great end to which I am

ordained, I can convert any thing into a talisman omnipotent in the accumulation of wealth for its possessor. The merest

trinket, the commonest article of either use or ornament, under the influence of these resistless

words, becomes in the hands of its possessor, a weapon mighty as the sceptre of Nisroch.

After I had withdrawn the talisman from Salvador, I cast my eyes about among the young men of Israel, seeking one upon

whom I might confer the power which my degenerate protege had proved himself unworthy to be possessed of. Alas! to find

one in all respects worthy of so high and so holy a trust was no light task. Ability, indeed, I found in great

abundance among my people: but one was prone to the use of wine, another looked all

too fondly on the blue eyes and fair tresses of the daughters of the Gentiles, even of the men whom we call the English; one

wasted his time in the light and profane buffooneries of the theatre; while another, though innocent of all these things, though

clever, industrious, and frugal, even to parsimony, was wedded to his own base interests, and incapable of casting a thought

upon the degradation of his ancient race, or upon the

ruin of the city of the temple of God even Jerusalem.

It chanced that as I on a day took my stand on that grandest of all the money marts of

the world, the Exchange of London, my attention was attracted by the saddened yet intelligent aspect of one whom I knew at

a glance to be one of our ancient and fallen people, who in the midst of all their degradations cannot lose that peculiar

physiognomy which distinguishes them from all other races, and in the very perpetuation of which the Nazarenes, had not

God hardened their hearts and deadened their understandings, would see a proof, among many, that the Jewish nation is not

wholly cast off, but will, in the good and appointed time, be gathered together from all parts, and reinstated in the sovereignty

of Palestine.

Drawing nigh to the person of whom I had thus taken notice, I overheard some few

words he interchanged with an acquaintance; and those few words led me to believe

that I had at length found the very man I wanted, for he spoke Hebrew with the purity

and energy of a high priest of the tine when the temple was in its pride of place, and ministered in by the very flower of our

people. Moreover, though his aspect lead but

so lately been saddened and downcast, his eyes now glowed, his mien was erect, his gestures were energetic, and above all,

in deciding my opinion in his favour, he cursed

the Nazarenes both deeply and bitterly, and vowed to avenge his wrong upon them hereafter. What was that wrong? Faugh!

What had I to do with the individual wrongs

of any one? He hated the Christians, and burned to injure them; that was all I cared for;

and I vigilantly watched him until, the Exchange closing for the day, he retired to a neighbouring tavern to dine.

What a guttling and guzzling set of swine your mere worldling's are! A tavern in the

good City of London is neither more nor less than a compendious system of damnation; where gluttony and strong wines

make sinners of all sorts and size on the six days of

the week; their temples, which they call churches, being hermetically sealed to the Nazarenes on every day save the seventh.

Gluttony, strong drink, and the sinful thoughts

and unclean deeds which they inspire, have the six days prayer and repentance only one! Ah! this is surely a people whom it

is especially lawful and praiseworthy to lay under contribution, that the temple may be rebuilt, and that our ancient faith may

extend through the whole earth and purify it.

Much as I abhor the devouring and the wassail, which make men to resemble the unclean swine rather than the chief creation

and most wonderful masterpiece of God, I sat patiently in this scene of ecstatic and egregious devouring until I found an

opportunity to hold converse with the young man upon whom I had fixed my attention. What passed between us it needs not

now to particularize; suffice it to say, that on the very next day he netted

a hundred thousand pounds, two Christian speculators slew themselves in despair, and

ten times that number of the smaller fry took their leave of the Exchange with a very sincere resolution to return to it no more.

For a time my new protege was all that I could desire; but with wealth came luxury, and with luxury come an indifference to

the grand object for which I had raised him up from comparative penury; and made him sought, flattered, followed, all but

worshipped by

the great herd of those who traffic in gain for the sake and for the love of things worldly and perishable.

It was in vain that I urged him, ever and anon, to busy himself for the restoration and

the triumph of his long‑suffering and widely dispersed people. Pomp and luxury, flattery and ease, had done their work, and

he too was destined to experience that what the Lord giveth, that also tile Lord can take away. Charitable he was, but it was

in the wise of the blind Gentiles; looking with dull dead eyes upon the great wrongs and great afflictions

of the multitude, and frittering away time, and feeling, and hard gold, upon the petty relief of the petty miseries of individuals.

Charitable! why Jew and Gentile, the free man and the bond slave, of this most anomalous metropolis of this most anomalous

nation, upon the face of God's beautiful, but wrong fraught earth, would shout in contradiction, were I to deny the charity of

the great Abraham Goldsmid!

Aye, let the Nazarene dogs lift their hands and eyes in ignorant wonder; the great Goldsmid was my very and mere

instrument; I raised him because I deemed him worthy. I found him incompetent to the vast and sacred duty I designed him

for, and I dashed him down even

as we cast aside the gourd when we no longer require a drinking cup. Who among the elder frequenters of the great temple

of mammon, which is called the Exchange, does not

remember the golden box with which the hand of Goldsmid was perpetually occupied in his busiest and most important

moments? It was his talisman.

The words of power had been pronounced above it; with it he could encounter a world

and be triumphant; without he was as the stripling David, without God, would have been to the giant champion of Philistia. I

had warned him again and again; I had menanced,

I had entreated, but in vain: I found him incorrigible in his neglect of the cause of our people and our God; and even while he

was wassailing at his luxurious villa in the neighbourhood of Morden, the words of power went forth from my lips, and his

talisman had departed from him for ever. Large rewards were vainly offered for what all but himself supposed to be a mere

toy, a mere thing of effeminate luxury; but those rewards were offered in vain. He appeared upon the Exchange without his

palladium; bargained‑lost‑and saw absolute ruin looking at him with steadfast and unpitying eyes. Ten days he bore this,

AND THEN BLEW HIS BRAINS OUT! None can be false to our cause and prosper.

The progress of that most marvellous of modern characters Napoleon Buonaparte soon diverted my thoughts from the

vexations caused by the folly and consequent ruin of my deceased protege; and hastily leaving England, I arrived at Frankfort

just as that city was invested and occupied by the French troops.

I have seen so many towns taken by storm, and, when taken, delivered up to all that the utmost license and cruelty of the

most licentious and cruel troops could inflict, that

the fate of Frankfort seemed by comparison, to be a mild one. And yet even there I saw enough to make the blood of an

ordinary man boil with indignation, or curdle with horror.

With all the politeness of the French as individuals, large bodies of them are usually among the most ferocious of all

assemblages. They seem to resemble those chemical substances which, though separately quite harmless, cannot be brought

into contact without producing disaster and destruction to every one and every thing in their vicinity.

In their revolution I have seen individuals in one hour comporting themselves towards

the helpless with all the courage of antique chivalry, and with all the touching delicacy

and tenderness of modern politeness; and I have seen those self‑same individuals in the next hour hideous with blood, and

roaring with stentorian lungs for more victims. Separately good, they no sooner became part of a multitude than the mania of

fierceness fell upon their souls, and they became even as the fiends in unsparing cruelty.

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What is true of the French people is no less true of the French soldiery, who certainly

have never shown en masse any of that forbearance which few indeed among them would fail to show as individuals. And if

at Frankfort murder, and the other disgusting violence which the conquered sometimes have to endure from the homicidal

hirelings, who make

a glory and an honour of their most feculent and debased trade in blood; if these were not among the sins to be charged upon

the soldiery of France, they amply made up for any inconvenience they experienced from balking their lust and love of

bloodshed. It is impossible to conceive anything more complete than the plunder of the unhappy people

of Frankfort. Every thing that was portable was carried off; every marauding soldier had his two or three watches ; diamonds

glittered on the dirty fingers, or still dirtier linen of those ruffians; family plate, consecrated by a thousand tender

reminiscences, was melted openly in the streets, and transferred in unsightly lumps to the knapsacks of its new owners. The

skill of man was in vain employed to conceal the spoil, the tears and supplications of women were in vain employed to move

the spoilers to moderation in

their marauding.

The people of Frankfort were a conquered people, the brave French soldiers were conquerors; and though glory, no doubt,

is a very fine thing, your thorough soldier

enjoys it not a jot the less for being accompanied by a goodly proportion of plunder.

The few people who succeeded in saving some trifling amount of money, were, for

the time, scarcely better off than those who were plundered to the very last thaler.

For your heroes have prodigious appetites and the vast consumption of food of every description by the French troops, the

terror which kept the country people from bringing their produce into the city, and the blessed propensity of all dealers and

shopmen, in all times and countries, to raise their prices in the exact ratio of the wretchedness and

suffering of their fellow creatures, speedily reduced five out of every six families in Frankfort to absolute want. In saying this, I

speak of those ranks of people to whom, previously, want had been utterly unknown, save as a thing which (as their

individual disposition chanced to be) they pitied and relieved, or despised and insulted in the

persons of their inferiors. Want being thus introduced to homes, where previously it

had been unseen and unfelt, it needs no elaborate argument to show that where want had

always existed, absolute famine now made its appearance. All trade, save in articles of food, was at a standstill ; and at the

very moment when the poor were thus cut off from earning the poor pittance to which they had been accustomed, every

article of food was tripled, and many articles quadrupled in price.

Fearful, oh! very fearful, were the scenes which I witnessed during the brief stay of the marauding Gauls in Frankfort. Jew as

I am, and detesting, as I do detest, the followers

of the Nazarene, with a most holy and fervent detestation, even I pitied the unhappy wretches, and relieved their miseries in

more instances than I can now look back upon

with anything short of the most sovereign contempt for my temporary compassion.

But if I, on some few occasions, tarried by the wayside to relieve some of the more extreme cases of privation and suffering,

among the Nazarenes, I was neither forgetful

of my proper mission, nor weary in forwarding the great work.

It is well known to all the world that Frankfort has long been the abiding place of not

a few of the people of my race; and there are few European cities in which the blessing

has more manifestly been bestowed upon their industry and talents. Among the wealthiest of the inhabitants of Frankfort,

were certain Jews; I need not add that they were also among the first who were laid under contribution by the unprincipled

and avaricious invaders. Finding vast stores of wealth in the possession of some Jews, the French

positively, though somewhat illogically, concluded that to be very wealthy was an inseparable consequence of being a Jew,

and the whole of our people, even down to

those who obtained their daily bread by the lowest toils, and the utmost possible difficulty, were harassed by domiciliary visits

questioned by the officers insulted, and sometimes even beaten by the men; and, finally, enjoined severally to provide the

most preposterous sums of money by a certain given day.

Avoiding, as far as possible, attracting the attention of the tyrants, I passed from house to house, leaving no very large sum of

money at any one house at any one time; but taking especial care that however the followers of the Nazarene, because born

in different countries, and speaking different tongues, might inflict upon each other the awful agonies

attendant upon absolute want of food, no Israelite should lack wherewith to feed himself and his wife, and the little ones that

were with them, and the man servant, and the maid servant, and the stranger that was within his gates.

What mattered it that the thaler should be reduced to a tenth part of its value by the abundance of money suddenly brought

into circulation by the French marauders, and

that the price of every article of food should be multiplied by twenty? Even then should my people be exempt from absolute

famine, for could I not command gold? Yea, should the city at length become absolutely destitute of food, had I not the

talisman? Had I not

the ineffable words? Could I not buy the whole evil race, from the false prophet even

to the lowest among the evil genii? Could I not task them in the midnight incantation,

and, lo! would not plenty make the hearts of my people glad at sunrise?

So I went from house to house; and while I gave present aid, I spoke words of comfort

and encouragement as to the future; and thus from day to to day I visited the houses of

the Jews that were in Frankfort. But my motive was not merely the desire to afford

them temporal aid; contrariwise, while alleviating the temporal sufferings of my people,

I was, day by scanning the young men with an intelligent and vigilant eye; for where, if

not among the shamefully plundered and trampled Hebrews of Frankfort, might I hope

to find a zealous hater of the Nazarenes, a man exceedingly desirous of working their degradation and destruction? All men

are in some sort the creatures and the victims of their own bad passions, even patriotism itself; yea, even religious zeal, to the

very verge

of ferocious bigotry, can be called into a fiery and active existence by personal wrong,

and the personal hate which that infallibly engenders.

An Englishman may read with horror and with detestation the bloodstained records of

the bloody and relentless Inquisition of old Spain; but faint, indeed, are his horror and detestation compared to those that tear

the heart and madden the brain of him who has

seen and borne the Inquisition's unimaginable tortures. It is only the wrong which man himself endures that he can thoroughly

appreciate ; and here, even while want and sorrow were at work, and famine itself but barely kept at arm's length here it was

that I might

most hopefully seek for a champion to avenge the wrongs of Israel. I sought carefully,

and I did not seek in vain ; a case soon came to my knowledge which abundantly contained all the elements requisite for my

purpose.

Among the number of Israelitish families to which my gold and my sympathy gave me

a ready admission and a very glad welcome, there was one to which I was especially attached, both for its own sake and for

the sake of associations of eighteen centuries duration. I speak of the family of Solomon De Milheim. If ever modern

countenance

bore the stamp and impress of our patriarchs of the old time assuredly it was the countenance of the old man, De Milheim ; if

ever the beauty of the manly youth of Jerusalem, when Jerusalem was happy, was exactly represented in the rising age, it

was represented by his sons; and in his daughters the sunnyeyed and ebon‑haired maidens of ancient Judah seemed once

more to adorn and glorify the earth with their bright presence.

But it was not from such general resemblance that I became so peculiarly attached to

this family. Alas! no; I was drawn thitherward by a most melancholy pleasure; for in

the elder daughter of De Milheim I gazed upon the very counterpart of my adored and most lovely Leah, of the stag‑eyed

wife of my young bosom, whose pure spirit fled

the sinful and hard world on the very day on which he, the avenging one of Nazareth, doomed me to long ages of agony and

of travail.

It was during one of my visits to the family of De Milheim that I heard of a worthy instrument for upholding and forwarding of

my sacred and high cause; and I forthwith departed in quest of him, and speedily reached his abode.

Without, it was dingy, and uninviting as the abodes of even the wealthiest of our persecuted, and therefore politic, people are

wont to be ; and when I crossed the now unprotected threshold, all within was dismantled and disordered, as formerly it had

been sumptuous and tasteful.

Unquestioned and unseen I passed through the various apartments, when on a sudden,

just as I had reached the little sanctum of the now solitary tenant of the once crowded house, I heard the clash of arms in the

hall beneath; and I had but just time to pronounce the words of great power, which render me invisible to mortal ken, when a

French

officer passed within a foot of the spot upon which I stood, and threw open the door

of the little study with the insolent violence of irresponsible and unprincipled power.

As he entered I glided in, and he shut the door as violently as he had opened it.

Seated at an antique writing table was the unhappy master of this desolated house.

His eyes were red as with much weeping, and his cheeks were pale and haggard, as

with much sorrow and long vigils.

The rude and sudden advent of the Nazarene man of blood and tyranny did not seem

to alarm him; it simply and utterly stupefied him. His limbs were stiffened, and his

eyes fixed and leaden; and thus he sat, until aroused to consciousness by the martial

and haughty tones of the stranger, commanding him to give gold. This demand

effectually recalled the scattered senses of the unhappy man.

"God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob!" he exclaimed, as, kneeling, he lifted up his

trembling hands to the east, "how long, O God! how long? Have they not desolated

thy servant's hearth, carried away his young men captive, and spoiled him even to the

last thaler? Have they not stricken him with many stripes, and cursed him with many curses? How long, O Lord, how long

shall the unbeliever triumph, and thy people be

a jest and a bye word, Samsons shorn of their hair, and blind, but without the strength

to draw down upon these new Philistines the roofs of their palaces, and crush them in

the hour of their tyranny and their scorn?"

"Jew!" said the Nazarene warrior, and the whole fabric shook as he strode across the apartment, "Jew! I am not here to

listen to your lying adjurations, I want gold, I will

have gold; or, look you, not content with making you as bald and as blind as Samson;

by the mother of God, I'll make you as dead as that stalwart worthy!

"Now, as my soul liveth," replied the Hebrew, "I am spoiled to the last thaler, yea, for

this whole day have my lips not tasted of bread, from my sheer and very poverty."

"Bah!" cried the Nazarene, "what be these? Sacre! why they're fine gold and weigh a French pound to a sous!" and so

saying, he laid violent hand upon the teraphim, even

the images which the heathen of the old day would have termed Lares. In the extremity

of his grief, and in the delusive hope that the Nazarene plunderers had paid him their

last visit the unhappy young man of Israel had drawn the teraphim from their secure

hiding place, and, lo! the hand of the spoiler was upon them, and the soul of the young man was bowed down, stricken to the

very earth with this consummation of the calamity of his house. It was in vain that the pitiless plunderer blasphemed, and all in

vain that he threatened many tortures, and even death; for the young man spoke truly in that he was verily and, indeed

despoiled of all that remained to him on earth, save the clothes he

wore and the dismantled house which he inhabited.

Wearied at length with his unprofitable violence, and perhaps, for a desultory life of

war and rapine makes the eye very skilful in discovering between truth and falsehood, convinced by the excess of the young

man's agony, that the words which he spake were indeed the words of truth, the Nazarene cursing with many and deep

curses, yet looking with no unpleased eyes upon the golden teraphim which he bore away, departed, and

the young man found himself once more alone, and in the solitude of his sorrow he

poured forth his unavailing lamentations and cursed the Nazarenes, and prayed in

fervent tones that he might have power to crush them, and vowed by the ineffable name

of Jehovah to lose no opportunity of despoiling their wealth, and trampling down, yea, utterly bruising, their black and

unsparing, as unbelieving hearts.

That was a glad moment to me. I would suffer over again the most bitter misery of the most bitter of any of my many lives to

enjoy but once in each day one such rapturous,

such exulting moment. Here was a servant fit for the great master here a champion fit

for the great cause. His wrongs, his agony, his fervour, his utter and hopeless poverty;

aye, his own passions and his own circumstances would make him a faithful and very zealous foeman to the Nazarene of

whatever nation. Here was, at length, the man, the

long hoped, the long sought, who should build up the the temple of the Lord, and

make Israel and Judah feared and obeyed in all the quarters of the earth.

As the young man prayed to the God of Abraham, and cursed the despoiling and tyrannous followers of the Nazarene, I

observed that he kept his eyes constantly fixed upon the niche from which the man of blood had recently drawn the teraphim.

Placing myself, therefore, while still invisible, immediately between him and that spot, I spake in my soul the words of power,

and to! on the instant I stood visible before him, tall in stature as Saul when he was singled forth from the young men, but

pallid as a corpse, and with hoary hair and beard contrasting with ghastly effect the supernatural glare of great black eyes that

shot forth lurid fires upon which no mortal could look and not tremble.

The sudden appearance of such a figure, clad in the flowing robes of the far East, and seeming to spring up from the bowels

of the earth, might well appal even the most courageous, and the young man fell down before me, and exclaimed, "As my

Lord

liveth, his servant is despoiled, yea, utterly undone; as my soul liveth, I have not a coin; yea, even the bonds of parchment

which bound many Nazarenes in the power of thy servant, behold, they also are stolen gone for ever gone!"

And, as he thus spake, he wrung his hands, and the big drops of perspiration burst forth from his agonized countenance. I

raised him from the earth, and spake to him many comfortable words. He proposed to fly from the wretched city, but I

forbade him; he

spake in hopelessness and I commanded him to hope; he spake in doubt and I compelled him to believe. I spake the words

of power, and the talisman was once more committed

to a man of my persecuted race.

It chanced that there lay on the table before him a ring holding the keys of his rifled drawers; and having spoken the words of

power, and adjured the demons by the ineffable name, I gave to that ring the influence and the might of the signet of the wise

Solomon. Having done this, I commanded the young man to name some wish for instant accom‑plishment; and ere he had

thrice, according to my instructions, whirled round the ring

upon his forefinger, steps were heard as of one heavily laden, and I had scarcely become again invisible, when a man

carefully disguised, and bearing a large and very heavy bag, laboured slowly and painfully into the room.

"Donner and Blitzen," said the new comer, as he threw down, with a, mighty crash as

of much gold, the bag he had so sorely travailed under, "I would scarcely play porter

again to save my thalers! Time presses, the villains are on the search once more wherever they deem that they have left a coin

or a coin's worth. You, I know, are for the present

safe, for they are sure you are not worth their time. I know your honesty; and to your biding, until better times come, I

commit all the cash I have within fifty leagues, save

so much as will prevent the fellows from cutting my throat in sheer disappointment."

And having thus spoken, while wiping the big drops from his forehead, he waved his

hand and took his departure. The young man opened the bag, counted the several packets

it contained and found the very sum for which he had wished aloud while making his

first essay of the power of his talisman.

Men of the accursed and plundering race! Ye, whose estates were within a brief space

to have been within his grasp; ye whose equipages and whose liveried lacquies I so

lately saw following to his premature grave the man of Israel whom I thus enabled to

war upon ye in your most Vulnerable quarter, accursed and detested Nazarenes the

young Israelite, to whom I thus committed the Talisman, and who thus early and thus

fully experienced its mighty power, he who for years despoiled you of the gold which

you make to yourselves, even as a god‑that man whom ye fawned upon, even while

you hated him, and knew that he despised you‑‑that man was NATHAN MEYER

ROTHSCHILD!

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Thus the man Nathan waxed wealthy, more wealthy than any who had gone before him,

his riches astonished the gentiles, and very justly they said, such amazing wealth could

not be amassed by one man, in so short a time by any human agency, they were right,

it was the agency of the talisman, directed for a high and holy purpose, to redeem the

holy land from the pollution of the infidel, and to raise thy fallen towers, O Zion, from

the dust.

Carefully concealing the treasure thus entrusted to him, by burying it beneath a tree in

his little garden, while the murderous and plundering French vexed the city with their presence, and using it subsequently for a

brief space, with the certain and rapid success ensured to him by the talisman, the young man Rothschild waxed wealthy; and

when he had restored the treasure to the prince who had reposed trust in him, he came by my

direction, to this paradise of loan‑contracting and speculating fools, and became the leviathan of the money markets of

Europe. Thus Nathan became the loan contractor,

the jobber, the money lender to the gentile kings.

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Leaving him to amass wealth, and devoutly praying that he might prove more worthy

of the talisman than those who had before held it, I once again made my way to France,

for there, too, I had most important work to do in forwarding the great cause.

Superior in other respects to all the men of his time, the Emperor Napoleon, so often favoured with what verily seemed to be

a fated and inevitable good fortune, was much prone to belief in auguries and tokens, in predictions, and in the whole

paraphernalia

of the imperfect notions of fatality formed by the Nazarenes of an elder day, and still universally held by the bloody and brutal

brood of Mahomet, whose name be anathema!

He held up to the admiration of the French people the phantom of military glory; he

played upon their imaginations by the splendours of his intellectual despotism; he displayed the fire of genius and the cool

collected judgment of a statesman; and with

him seems to repose the secret of governing the restless Gauls.

Availing myself of this, I caused it to be made known, as if by accident; that in the Bois

de Boulogne, a man of red skin and horribly huge bulk and tall stature, dressed in the

garb of the wandering children of the Arabian deserts, was at times met with by benighted travellers on that road; and that to

all whom he met he spake strange words of truth, both in narrating all that they had experienced, and predicting that which

was about to come

to pass.

The curiosity of the Emperor was excited, and, leaving his capital privately and by night, he repaired to the part of the wood

which had been indicated to him, armed, indeed to

the teeth, for he was sagacious as the hill fox, but unattended, for he was brave as the Nem'an lion.

That was a fatal interview for him. I found him of this world, worldly; crafty, bold, a

lover to intensity of his own nation, a still more intense lover of his own power. and

his own fame; all this was well; but so far from deeming the despised and long suffering Jews worthy to build their holy temple

and re‑establish their antique kingdom, that he,

the Nazarene by birth, the infidel by election and in belief, he, HE! panted to possess

and to colonise our Palestine! I discerned that and he was doomed. From that hour he

was as virtually lost as was Belshazzar, the King of Chaldea, when the mystic writing gleamed forth, from the walls of the

house of wassail and of revelry.

I poured forth into his astonished ear the most secret thoughts of his past life; I ministered to his pride, his ambition, his own

impious confidence in his own power, and trust in his own fortune. I became his nightly visitant and his nightly counsellor. The

result of my counsels was the march of four hundred thousand of the very flower of the French to attack the Scythian

barbarians. Borodino was won; Moscow taken by the Gaul and burned by the patriotism or passion of Rostopschin; the

retreat commenced, and God is great! fatigue, famine, and winter, the winter of the North! did all the rest of the business.

Napoleon had accomplished his destiny. Rothschild was right speedily to make that ruin utter and inevitable not to be

repaired.

Though the ruin of Napoleon was decided, and inevitable from the very moment of his determining upon his mad, and thrice

madly‑timed expedition to Russia, it was by no means expected, or even deemed possible by his supporters, i.e., by nine of

every ten of

the adult men of France. His marvellous escape amid the hellish fire at the bridge of

Lodi; his still more marvellous escape from Egypt, when he sailed through a fog which

seemed as if made on purpose to hide him from his fierce and eager foemen of England; these and a thousand other

seemingly fated occurrences of good fortune, and, to set aside all the REAL benefits which he conferred upon France, a tithe

of which might have upheld the throne of even that honest bigot, Charles X. his bombastic but felicitous eloquence, and the

consummate tact with which he contrived to confirm the French in the notion

which they were only too ready to indulge that every Frenchman was a partner in the glory of Napoleon made that most

adroit as well as profound man the very Mohomet of France. The followers of the fierce and politic impostor of Araby did

not more implicitly and entirely believe in the validity and sanctity of that impostor's pretensions than did the mass of the

French people in the certainty, the FATED inevitability, of Napoleon's ultimate success. And, accordingly, the indescribable

horrors and waste of blood and treasure at Moscow did not deprive him of their affections; nay, even the treaty of

Fontainebleau, which consigned the Emperor to the petty island of Elba, and restored the incapable and gourmand Bourbon

to the throne of France, could not abate one jot of heart or hope in

the true Buonapartists of France. "He'll return with the violet," was the phrase; and the phrase gave vigour to old men, and

increased hope and anticipative exultation to the

young men.

He came, and the throne of France bid fair to be his until his death; by whom was his

hope blasted? By the talents of Blucher and Wellington? By the boasted discipline of

the Prussians? By the sheer, brute, dogged, unyielding bull‑dogism of the soldiery of England? By the treachery of Grouchy

(to whom the Aid‑de‑Camp never delivered the Emperor's order?) By the genius of the allied generals? By the strength of

the allied troops? Not to any one or the other of these did the first warrior and statesman of

modern times owe his ruin: but simply Nathan Meyer Rothschild armed with the

talisman!

The British minister was driven almost to distraction for money; the first houses in London refused to aid him with a shilling.

They were doubtful of the success of the

allied powers; and the very doubt was within a little of being, like many other auguries,

the cause of its own completion, and its own justification. Without money from England, not a small portion of the troops

which fought upon the blood‑stained plains of Waterloo would have been unable to reach that scene of strife and carnage, in

time to take part in

the sanguinary business of the three days. This would have been something in favour of

the Emperor. But even this was the smallest part of what England's want of money would have achieved in favour of "Le Petit

Corporale;" but for the English minister obtaining gold, THE Generals and the Senators of France would have gone

Unbribed: THEY

WERE bribed, (to the honour of the frequently shallow and flash, but always honest, Benjamin Constant, I must admit that

he, and he alone, of all the Chamber of Deputies, refused and scorned the proffered gold); and Napoleon fell a victim to their

cupidity. Where did the English minister obtain the means of bribing the constituted authorities

of France, and of thus destroying a man, who, but for that bribery, would, to all human seeming, have beaten the armed hosts

of his crowned foemen? There was but one man

on earth who both COULD and would provide the millions of golden pounds, required

for the instant purposes of the English minister. That man was ROTHSCHILD. By my instructions he let the Minister have the

hard gold; he had my instructions at the same

time to do so, only on one condition. Alas! that he should suppose that a half obedience would satisfy me! As if the wanderer

of Jerusalem could know any medium; as if

anything could satisfy ME but the full and zealous performance of the Jew's part in the

re‑establishment of Judah's kingdom the rebuilding of thy Towers, oh, Jerusalem!

That most elaborate of bad jokes, history, will, no doubt, say that the jew Rothschild

lent the Nazarene elder called Lord Liverpool, the sum necessary to crush Napoleon Buonaparte, in consideration of some

such Judean motive as twenty‑five per cent interest. The writers of history, in that case, will, as usual, lie; the readers of it will,

as is also usual, be very egregiously and very deservedly deceived. Rothschild was commanded to lend the money on terms

very different indeed from exorbitant interest. Nazarenes! those terms were said is a few words! The restoration of Judea to

our ancient race; the guarantee of England for the independence of the kingdom of Judea. Ruin stared the English minister

in the face if he refused! but he hesitated; Rothschild knew that the minister had already

been refused by Barings, Reid and Irving, and all the other chief capitalists, and, therefore, with an expressive sneer advised

him to try them. The sneer struck home and the minister went to the council. In twelve hours the millions were in the

possession of the minister, and a secret agreement, guaranteed by the sign manual of royalty, was in the possession

of Rothschild, for the restoration of Judea in twenty‑one years from the day on which Napoleon should be finally driven from

France. This very year my task should have been completed; would have been completed; but he, Rothschild, who for

six‑and‑twenty years had proved himself even as one of the elders in Israel for wisdom and faithfulness, he, he, at the twelfth

hour, proved false, deferred my hope yet once more, and compelled me, all

reluctant as I was, to consign him to inevitable ruin of fortune, or to instant exile and speedy death. Though he originally

obeyed my behest au pied de la lettre, his long round of success (unchecked save once when I reproved his presumption

with the loss of a hundred thousand pounds in a single day's business in Spanish Stock, and then restored

his lost talisman in such wise as to lead him to suppose he had merely mislaid it), and his

profound ignorance of my having the power of, at any instant, recalling the talisman, made him more and more purse

proud‑more and more utterly and incurably devoted to the art

of deluding the Nazarenes, not as a means to a high and hallowed end, but as a source of fortune and power to himself, that it

was rather with grief than surprise that I recently heard from his own lips that he had basely sold the agreement for the

restoration of

Judea for the promise of a petty English Emancipation Bill for our people, and a petty English peerage for himself. This

delectable job, this high‑minded bargain, was to be completed in the ensuing years by which time the purse‑proud, haughty

renegade reckoned upon being worth 5,ooo,ooo of money. He was already worth above four; his talisman disappeared,

and I took care he should know that it had disappeared for ever.

He never ventured upon the Exchange again, or the scribe who wrote his will hould hate been saved much trouble and time.

Did I give him the talisman, to enable him like Sampson Gideon to intrude his family

and found a Peerage among the Normans? or to stifle his conscience with the weight

of riches? or to flatter it with ostentatious charities? No Israelite can put his hand to

the plough of this great work, look back and live!

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He returned to Germany and was stricken with disease at Frankfort, his recovery precluded, by his dread lest my resentment

should involve his remaining property.

He died within the walls of that very city which had witnessed his dawning fortunes.

For have I not in a nightdream seen Elias? and have I not been commanded to make

a new talisman and to bear it to one shown to me and named to me by Elias? and has

not this instrument, thus immediately appointed by heaven already made essay of the power of the talisman, and should not

the vast fortune of Rothschild have swelled the already numerous triumphs of Israel's new and heaven appointed champion?

Yea, verily.

Accursed Nazarenes! The issue is now no longer uncertain; even as the stars in their

course fought against Sisera, even so henceforth, even until the restoration of Palestine, shall the course of seemingly human

events fight against and weaken all Nazarene nations, and greatly strengthen and aggrandize my people. In the luxurious and

inviting east, in

the barbarous and revolting north ; among the degenerate dwellers in Italy; among the

senseless bigotry of Spain and Portugal ; in every land and among every people the Jewish cause shall be unconsciously but

potently forwarded; the cause of the Nazarene as unconsciously but as potently beaten backward. Selah, Selah, let it be;

Jehovah! THOU hast said it SHALL be.

FINIS.

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