"It would have been different if thou hadst let me pick a woman for thee.
But this time thou wilt honor thy mother more.

It must be a respectable, virtuous maiden, with the fear of heaven--not an old woman like Mrs.
Simons, but one who can bear me robust grandchildren.

The grandchildren thou hast given me are sickly, and they fear not the Most High.

Ah! why did'st thou drag me to this impious country?
Could'st thou not let me die in peace?
Thy girls think more of English story books and lessons than of _Yiddishkeit_, and the boys run out under the naked sky with bare heads and are loth to wash their hands before meals, and they do not come home in the dinner hour for fear they should have to say the afternoon prayer.

Laugh at me, Moses, as thou wilt, but, old as I am, I have eyes, and not two blotches of clay, in my sockets.