"You can write quite as well as I.But just cast your eye now on the especial dedication which I have written to you in my own autograph.

'To the light of his generation, the great Gaon, whose excellency reaches to the ends of the earth, from whose lips all the people of the Lord seek knowledge, the never-failing well, the mighty eagle soars to heaven on the wings of understanding, to Rav Shemuel, may whose light never be dimmed, and in whose day may the Redeemer come unto Zion.' There, take it, honor me by taking it.

It is the homage of the man of genius to the man of learning, the humble offering of the one Hebrew scholar in England to the other." "Thank you," said the old Rabbi, much moved.

"It is too handsome of you, and I shall read it at once and treasure it amongst my dearest books, for you know well that I consider that you have the truest poetic gift of any son of Israel since Jehuda Halevi." "I have! I know it! I feel it! It burns me.

The sorrow of our race keeps me awake at night--the national hopes tingle like electricity through me--I bedew my couch with tears in the darkness"-- Pinchas paused to take another slice of bread and butter.