"The scoff, the curse--his people's heritage-- Have left upon his shrunken face their sting; His eyes gleam like those of some hunted thing, Against whose life implacable war men wage. We read the Jew's face as one reads a page Of his own nation's history, for there cling About its lines, deep-worn with suffering, The traces still of Israel's lordly age." Although the high literary art which Franzos possesses (the finer quality of which has been preserved in this translation) is fully admitted by intelligent Jews, the subject-matter of his book itself, its _raison d'être_, they have by no means relished. In a review of "The Jews of Barnow," published some months ago in a leading New York jo…
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