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INTRODUCTION.
THE
presentnumber
of the T.P.S. pamphlets, a reprint of a curiousand
very rare work,
may
notappear
tosome
readers tohave
a very direct bearingon
theosophical teachings.Those
who
have
gotbeyond
theA
B
C
ofTheosophy,
however, will find in this issue agood
deal ofmaterial for serious thought. It deals withoneof the
most
puzzlingand
deeply interesting
problems which
the past has left for solution to the future the destiny of the Jewish race,and
the fate of theHoly
Land.
The
plot of thework
(if that expression be allowed) is basedupon two
ideas,which
taken singly are so wellknown
as to be almost tiresome;namely, the ancient belief of theJews, based
upon prophecy and
national pride, that eventually they will recover posession of Judea,and
gathertogether once
more
at Jerusalem, after their long exile from the land of their ancestors a belief onlyless intensethan thelonging for its realiza-tion.The
other idea is that contained in the legend of theWandering
Jew
firmly believed inby
allChristendom
from the apostolic ages until but recently,still half-believedby
millions,and
towhich
the doctrine of reincarnation, especially immediate reincarnationfor a specificpurpose, lends, ifnot plausibility, at least a
new
intellectual interest.These two
ingre-dients of the plot
when
put together enter, as it were, into chemical combination, for they give rise toan
ideawhich
differs in its charac-teristicsfrom
both of thecomponents.
As
apunishment
for a thoughtlessword
spokenby
a foolishand
ignorantmortal evento agod
(in disguiseat thetime), the eternal
and
miserable activity of the Wander-ingJew
is a purposeless piece ofunworthy
revenge, as little crediblein thismore
humane
and
enlightened age asthe miracle requiredtoconsum-mate
it.As
a practical settlement of the Jewish question, the return ofthe
Hebrew
nation, oreven
a considerablepart of the Jews,to Syriaseems
patently absurd. All travellers describe the
Holy
Land
as barrenand
poorinthe extreme,a land which,ifit ever flowed with "milk
and
honey,"hasforcenturies
been
believedtohave
witheredunder
theterriblecurse ofan
angry
God.
Could anyone
but a child imagine for one instant that sothoroughlypractical apeople astheJews, a race, moreover, pre-eminently fondofthe luxuries oflife,
would
voluntarilyabandon
thevarious countrieswhich
for centurieshave been
their homes,abandon
their hereditaryoccupations,
abandon
civilization,and
undertake the frightful labour of reclaiminga rockyand
ariddistrict, a labour fromwhich
evenback-woods
pioneers inured to hardshipwould
shrinkand
all for a religio-senti-mentalidea?But
putthesetwo
incredible notions together,and
allischanged.What
if it be the mission of the so-calledWandering Jew
to preserve in theHebrew
mind
the recollection of the formerglories of the race,and
tokeep
alive the longing oncemore
to revivethem
?The
moment
that idea finds entry to the mind, the legend ceases to be childish,and
the longingisno
longerunaccountable.The
two
thingsexplaineachother,and
takentogether they raise theJewish question to a level farabove
that oc-cupiedby
the superstitions of the ignorant, or the calculations of individual self-interest.To
theJew
himselfit isno
lessthanthefingerofJehovah
thatbecomes
manifest from this larger point of view.Through
allthe centuries, asthey believe,He
has beendiscipliningand
preparingthem
for theirfinaltriumph. Already the despised outcasts of a thousand years
ago
are the mastersof kingsand
republics alike.There
are a score ofJews
to-day eachone
ofwhom
is a greaterpower
in the world than anarmy
of ahundred
thousand men.
Were
they tocombine
they could purchase Palestine tentimesover,
and
thenkeep
a million of Christianworkmen
joyfully slaving at starvationwages
fortwenty years in doingthework
ofmaking
the country oncemore
agarden while they stoodby
tosuperintend.Perhaps
theJews
are right. Itmay
be that the finger ofJehovah
is guiding their destinies in the direction of Jerusalem.We
know
that to beworshipped
there,and
by them
alone,was
onceHis
greatest glory.Far
be it from theosophiststo
deny
that suchmay
still be the case,and
ifit sobe, then, fortheJews
themselves, all that need be
done
to complete his purposes will be accomplished.To
the theosophist, however, Jerusalem,even
Judea, isnot the
whole
of this earth, nor this earth thewhole
Universe.And
a higherguidance than that
by
human
will in the case of the Jews, does not implyamonopoly
of divine solicitude for one littletribeof people, nora
monopoly
ofpower and
wisdom
for the celestial beingwho
has chosenthem
forhis special favour. Ifitbe true that the affairsofthe Jewish raceare
under
higher guidance, thenlogicand
justicerequire us to believe that asimilarguidanceisvouchsafedto all
mankind, and
to the inhabitants of themyriad
worldsthat roll in space. Is it so? Is therebeing enacted beforeour eyes a
tremendous
drama
of creation, inwhich
individualmen
are as microscopic animalculi?Does
it get rid of the idea of a directingpower
to call "spontaneousdevelopment
"what
our ancestors, equally ignorant, called Divine Providence?Who
is toask thesequestions?And
ofwhom
can they be asked? Will the Christian listen for their
answer from
themouth
of aJew
? Will a theosophist seek itfrom
a theologian? Willthose who know go toschool tothose
who
invent fables?Above, behind, inside of every material thing there is a great,
an
eternal, incomprehensible, sustaining
power
absoluteand
impersonal,the Divine Spirit.
Far
lower in the scale of existence there are powers, personaland
non-eternal, creatureswho
had
a beginningand
willhave
an
end.Men
call these lower fashioningpowers
col-lectively a personalGod
; not onlyjumbling
them
together, butconfounding
them
with theunknowable
Absolute. Isone
of theseminor
powers, the
Jehovah
of the ancientHebrews,
now
pulling the wires that attachhis people to him,and
turning their steps towards the"promised
land" once
more
? It is said that wealthy Jewish bankershave
at thismoment
actual legal right of possession to Palestine, holdingit inmort-gage
from the Sultan. It is said thatJewish statesmenhave
arranged for thecompletionand
ratification of the transfer of theproperty to the mort-gagees,upon
the fulfilmentof certain diplomatic conditionswhich
events are rapidly bringing about.At
the presentmoment
a large part of Palestine,and
nearly thewhole
ofJerusalem, is said to beowned
by
Jews.What
doesit allmean
?The
T.P.S., in republishing this little work, disclaims all politicalpurpose, as needs hardly tobe said. It contains
some
bittersayings con-cerningpeople long since dead,and
eventsnow
almost " ancienthistory,"all of
which
the T.P.S.would
gladlyhave
omitted in the reprint,had
itnot been that to
do
sowould have
spoiled the consecutiveness of theargument
ornarrative therein contained.From
internal evidencetheHebrew
Talisman
was
written about 1836.No
one ever discoveredwho
the writer was.The
editionwas
soon exhausted,and
tillnow
has never beenTHE
HEBREW
TALISMAN.
IThas beenlatelyasserted that so
much
had been
saidand sung
abouttheWandering Jew
that nothingfurther could bemade
of the subjectby any
writer,
however
highlygiftedwiththe quality of invention. Insolent Gentiles!Learn
tobemore
humble
in thoughtand
lessperemptory
in assertion:/
am
the Wandering Jew. Iam
thatdoomed
one ofwhom
somany
have
written;
and
/have
smiled in very scorn atthe descriptiongiven ofme,and
of
my
mode
of being,by
personageswho
are nearly as ignorant of allthat relates tome
as are those stolid worthieswho
pronounce
me
to be a nonentity;and
my
perpetuated misery a fableand
a figment.I
am
spoken
of as beingan undying
exception to allhuman
rule; yethas
my
body
diedand been
consigned to the loathsome vaultand
thesleek
damp worm
upwardsoftwoscore times since that awfulday
when
the veilofthe templewas
rent in twain,when
the earthgroaned and
was
con-vulsed inheragony
ofsympathy
with the dying one;and
when
He, turninghis effulgentorbs in anger
upon
me
exclaimed, "Tarry
thouuntil Icome!"
Undying!
Ihave
beenwept
over inmost
of the nationswhich
exist,and
in
many
which
have
long ceased to be; Ihave
been
the victim ofthe rack
and
of the block; Ihave
pined in the terribledungeon
of the Inquisition
which
shuts outhope and which
echoes tono sound
save the
moan
of the miserable captive or execration of the brutal gaoler;my
body
has blazed in the Auto daFe
of Spainand
Por-tugal,
where
hecatombs' ofmy
miserable long suffering race, the youth, the maiden,the matron, theelder,have been immolated
; living, burning, sacrifices, offeredon
the altars of Christian meekness.Undying
!Take
but abriefportion of
my
longand
awfulhistory,and
putan end
to the senseless figments of lively imaginations; to the absurd belief that themortal portion of
man
can outlast the rock,and what
is frailcan remainfor longcenturies unbroken, or
what
isdestructible remain undestroyed.Years, long, agonised years,
have
flown, yet itseems
butasyesterday!God
!how
happy,how
haughty
in gladness,was
I then.My
house,over-looking the sea
and shaded on
the land sideby
groves of orangesand
of the
Grecian
Isles.Though
Iwas
fullytwenty years, in tlu world's esti-mation,what
knew
the world ofmy
age? older thanmy
beloved Zoe, Iwas
deartoheras the gushingfountain tothe PilgrimofZahara.
Our
daughter, fairestamong
even the sunny-eyed daughtersofGreece,and
our son, the noblestboy
that evergave
fairpromise of heroicmanhood, were even
asa proverb for beauty, aswe
ourselveswere
for prosperityand
concord.Happy
days
!Too
happy,
by
far, to be thepermanent
lot ofhim
who
had
mocked
at the prophet of Calvary,and
who
has seen empires smitten
down,
and
wept
hisown
repeatedruin in the ruin of successive nations.
We
satone
evening in luxurious ease,exchanging
glances ofmingled
loveand
pride, as our beautiful childrenabandoned
themselvesto their innocent mirthand
displayedsome
new
grace in everynew
attitude.Of
asudden
the air feltleaden in itsoppressiveness, a dire consciousness rushed
upon
my
mind,and
I oncemore
became
aware
ofmy
terrible identity. Igasped
for breath,and
vainlyattemped
to give utterance tomy
agony
; themetempsychosis
ofthe ancients, fabulous to them, [was
no
longer a fable;and
I,who
inoutward appearance and
corporealmembers was
amerchant
of Greece,the
husband
ofaloving wifeand
the father of beloved children,was
once
more
aroused tothemaddening
truth, that in soul Iwas
theaccursedone
of
Judea
; the survivor ofmany
ages! the
unpitied
mourner
of innumer-able relatives thedead
of divers nations!This
fatal, this abhorred, consciousness
comes upon
my
soul in the fortieth year ofwhatsoever body
it inhabits ;
and
to thisconsciousnesssome
terrible calamity certainlyand
speedily succeeds.
As
I stood with dilated nostrils, glazed eyes,and
stricken limbs,my
Zoe
started suddenly from the anxiousand
endearing posture shehad
assumed on
witnessing the horriblechange which had
come
overme,
and,shrieking, "
The
Osmanlie
!"
rushed towards our children.
A
struggle a piercingshriek, the wild war-cryof thebloody brood ofMahomet
;and
Iwas
childlessand
wifeless!How
I reached the sea side Iknow
not; butIdidreach it
and
was
speedilyon board
a vessel ofmy
own, and bounding
overthe blue waters.
Days
and
nights passed by, thegood
shipcleft herway
through the heaving waters; butno pang
forwife or child,no
thoughtfor
my
present preservation or futurecourse once crossedmy
mind.A
dryand
burningagony
oppressedmy
brain;and
but one thoughtwas
existentthere
my
horriblemy
accursed identity;and
when
my
lipsgave
utteranceto
my
thoughtstheir soleaccentswere
"Tarry
thou until Icome
!"
At
length thisone horrormade
way
fortheaccumulated
reminiscences of eighteenhundred
yearsof miseryI Aye, that, that is the surpassing curse ofmy
tremendous
doom
!No
soonerhave
my
un-tortured existencepassed
away, no
soonerdo
Iawaken
to a consciousness ofwhat
I am, than Iam
goaded
to despairby
distinctand harrowing
remembrance
ofall that Ihave
been, done,and
suffered. Allwho
lovedme
and
are lost tome
riseup
again tomy
mentalview
;and
themoral
evils of long centuries are
superadded
to thetremendous
cursewhich
extends
my
spiritual evil tothecrack ofdoom.
The
good
shipbounded
on,and
the very excess ofmy
misery arousedme
toan
activity ofwhich
Ihad
previouslybeen
incapable.Of
maritimeaffairs, I had,inthis
one
ofmy
many
lives,had abundant
experience;and
as the horizon
gave
tokens ofan approaching
tempest, Itook the helm,and
thecommand
ofthevessel. If Ihad
not alreadyfeltaware
thatmy
bodily existencewas
about toundergo
another change, aphenomenon
which
Inow
observedwould have persuaded
me
of that fact.Our
shipdefied alikethe
wind and
thewaves,
and
swept
rapidly through the latter in the face of the former ! I thenknew
that 1was
approaching
my
deathplace; that I
was
speedingtowards
landwhich
should affordme
anothergrave,
and
my
spirit,my
doomed
spirit! another body.Oh,
thatterriblechill, that paralysis of the heart, that
numbing
yet agonisingsinking of thesoul,which
precedethe mortalpang
! All, allwere
withme
and upon
me
; yet Igazed
in pityupon
my
devotedcrew who,
poor fools!were
pitting their
manhood
and
theirskill against inexorable fate.They knew
not, alas! that to be attached to
me
was
to die; tobe
bound up
withmy
lot but another phrase for miserablyperishing.
Seamen
by
nature,you
insularpeoplearefamiliar, at leastby
description, with everyphase
ofocean's rageand
ocean's convulsion.No
new
descrip-tion of ship-wreck is necessary to you.Let
it suffice thentosaythat Isaw
my
shipmates, withoutan
exception, swallowedup
by
the howling waters,and
was
myselfdashed upon
the coastwhich
we
had
long been approaching,and which
Ihad
longrecognized as theonce barbarous land inwhich,when
aRoman
centurion, Ihad combated
the fierceand
savage inhabitants;and which
Ihad
more
recently visited as amerchant,and
marvelled at for itswealth, itsluxuries,
and
its civilization.Need
Iname
your
England.
The
valourand
thewisdom
of their ancestors,had
encircledherbrows
with the
diadem
ofempireand had
placed within herhands
theSceptreofmaritime dominion,
and
clasp'daround
her waist the golden girdleof the world,She had
become
themart
of nations,and
her shipscovered the waters of the globe,and
herimmense
metropoliswas
theemporium
of the earth.mor-f
tality, to seek anotlier mortal residence. Impelled
by
the resistless butunseen
hand which
scourges me,my
disembodied spirit glidedonward
tillit reacheda smallbut beautiful cottage,
and
there atan open
casement, itpaused
;and
stood dim,shadowy,
and
invisible to mortal eye,though
silvered
and
shining in the fullcalm
beams
of themoon.
In theroom
sata
young and
beautifulwoman
gazing inagony which
could not weep,upon
the pale
and
waxen
visage of herdead boy
herbeautiful, her only one.Anon came
the felt,though
unspoken, fiat ;and
my
spirit enteredthe life-less body.The
infant's feeble cry,and
the mother's shriek of franticjoyannounced
the reanimation of themourned
one.The
fatherand
thedomestics rushed in,
and
the wonderful event is talked of to thishour
in the beautiful villageof .I
have
alreadyshown
that during the first fortyyearsofeach
bodilyexistence, I
am
unconscious of aught that distinguishesme
fromthe rest ofmy
race. Ihave
but lately been rousedfrom
my
ignorance: the curseofconsciousness
came
overme
ere Iwept above
thegraveofherwho
had
wept
her child'sdeath,and
knelt in gratitude for his recovery. Iam
once
more
alone in the world,and
oncemore
aware
that Iam
the accursed oneofJudea.Reader you have
seenme
though
you
know
it not.A
single nighthasbleached
my
hair, Iwear
thehaggard
featuresof three score,and
asmy
mean
person,and worn
yet intelligent features are contrasted, as I passthroughthe populous streets of
your
new
Babel, withmy
sordidgarments
and
my
anxiousand
almost ferocious looks, the passengers turnand
gazeupon
me
in wonder, as tomy
pursuits,my
circumstances,and
my
character.
I
am
aged
; but I cannot again die untilmy
mission be complete.Hitherto, in all
my
bodily lives I have silently suffered;and
in allmy
bodilydeaths I
have
"
Died,likethe wolf,insilence."
But
the time has at lengthcome when
the causeand
the object ofmy
marvellous
and
doomed
existencemust
bemade known
; that the pride ofthe Gentiles
may
be abated,and
that the scatteredpeople ofIsraelmay
know
that theyverily shall be akingdom mighty
to saveand
to destroy,and
that they shall see the advent of their Messias,and
the utter confusionand abasement
ofthe insolentand
false followers oftheNazarine
!"
Tarry
!"
Aye, I
have
indeed tarried;and
Imust
tarryyet alittlewhile ere the
mighty
spell canbe
utterly broken,and
theLion
ofJudah
triumphant over the nations. Inwhat
nationhave
I not livedand
suffered? In
what
nationhave
I not exerted a mighty,though
unseen, power, in producing that gradual rise ofmy
scatteredand
erring, but still sacredand
peculiar, people,which
will so shortly terminate in the rebuilding of theTemple
of Jerusalem in the subjection of theKings
of the Gentilesto thesway
ofthe long tried, longsuffering,and
atlength restored, peopleoftheMost
High
?The
falsepowers
will at length be smittendown
by
the true;and
the temporaltriumph
ofGod's
chosen people illustratedand
consummated
by
theveri-table advent ofthe veritable Messias. "Tarry!"
Tyrant
! Ihave
tarried;I
have
wieldedthepower
of thethousand powers which may
not resist theword
of authorityspoken by
him
who
has lookedunmoved
and unrebuked
upon
the glories of the Shechinah,who
has lifted the veil ofthe temple, penetratedinto theholyofholies,and
learned thewords
ofpower engraven
upon
the signet of the master of allwisdom, and
of alldemons, good and
evil the marvellous,the glorious
Solomon.
Ill taught, as arethe
myriads
who
puttheir vain trust in the prophetwho
diedon
Calvary,and
ledaway
astheyareby
athousand
vain conceitsand
cunningly devised fables,even
theyhave
some
faint understanding of thewisdom
of the greatSolomon,
whose
name
be reverenced ! Selah!But
theyhave
only aglimmering
of light; they can seeonlyan
atom
ofthe vast
whole
of hiswisdom
and
hismight
; it isneedful therefore thatthey should learn
from
me
what
their false philosophywould
never teach them,what
their false faith shall vainly forbidthem
to believe.They
must believe the truth, for it shall chastisethem
; theword
is spoken,Judah
shall rejoiceover their confusion, yea, Israel shallbe very glad.
Though
the bigotedand
vainNazarenes
know
that the greatSolomon
builded to the
Most High
a temple of exceeding beautyand
exceedingcostliness,marvelloustothink of,
though
theyknow
that hiswisdom
filledthe nations of the earth with wonder,
and
causedKing
Hiram
and
theQueen
ofSheba
to lookupon
him
withmuch
reverence;though
theyknow
that inwealth, as inwisdom, Solomon
was
pre-eminentamong
themighty
onesof the earth,insomuch
thatnone
other prince than he couldhave
builded that temple,which
he dedicated to the worshipof theone
only
God
; yet, sonarrow-minded and
grovelling are these Nazarenes,thattheydivine not, neitherwill theyconfess, that the wealth
and power
of the greatSolomon were
but the natural consequence of that ineffablewisdom
which
was
bestowed upon
him
when
his soul, in a night dream, replied wiselyand
worthily to the question thatwas
vouchsafedtohim
from above.
IO
a
more
thanCimmerian
darkness, that they they! in the petty pride ofthe ten thousand contradictions
which
they call philosophy, takeupon
themselves to
deny
the interference of thesupernalpowers
in the progress ofmundane
affairs; though a single glance at theirown
version of thehistory of the wise son of
David
would,one
would
suppose, suffice toshow
them
that onlyby the aid of those powers, subjected to hisunspeak-able
wisdom,
couldSolomon have amassed and expended
the treasureswhich
upreared the temple.From
the cedar that ison
Lebanon
to thehyssop that
groweth
upon
the wall,Solomon
knew
the natureand
the propertiesof every thing that springethup
from the pregnantearth ; and,divinelytaught
and
divinely authorised, hehad
elixirspotent for allpur-poses,
and words
of mightwhich
thedemons
hear in their farabodes,and
which, hearing, they
must
obey.As
an
instance of the unbelievingand
deceitful natureof the scribeswho
from theday
of Calvary even tothe present hourhave
laboured in their vocation tohoodwink
the worldlyand
fat-hearted generations,and
to
keep them unaware
ofthepowers
ofthatmagic
which,partiallyrevealedto Moses,
was
entirely unveiled to the steadfastand
eagle glance ofSolomon,
Imay
demand,
who
among
the multitudinoussectsoftheNazarene
has
any knowledge
of thatwondrous and
invaluableroot,BAARA
?That
wondrous
rootwhich
could only bedrawn
from its parent earth,on
being sprinkled with
human
blood, unless at theexpense
of the instant deathof the animal compelled todraw
it ? I venture affirm that not one, save Fabricius, hasever alludedto thiswondrous
root, except inwhat
the Christians as ignorantly as insolently term "Talmudical
/oW."
And
yetit is perfectly true that it is the quality of this root, as is averred
by
sundry writers of our despisedand
persecuted race, to cast out evildemons
from people possessed; and,though
it is neverknown
tomore
than one personofour race,a preparation of this root, aided
by
thewords
of
might
engravenupon
the signet ofSolomon,
ispotent excedinglyin
tasking thehidden powers,
and
in discovering themost
hidden things.Poor
fools! these Gentiles! Butby magic
divinely taughtand
divinely authorised,
how
deem
they that Moses, thatmighty
chieftain in Israel, foiled theEgyptian
Magii at theirown
weapons,and vexed
the land ofEgypt
withmany
plagues, even until the peculiarpeople ofGod
made
aglorious
Exodus
from the land ofbondage
?Do
theydeem
thatby any
othermeans
than magic, so taught,and
so authorised,Joshua
the son ofNun
couldhave
made
the sun stand stillupon
Gibeon,and
themoon
in the valley ofAjalon?j
wor-II
shipping people
who
call themselves Christians, might teachthem
thatitspower
in the casting out of devils,was
wellknown
to our fathers,and
demonstrated even to those appointed scourges of Judah, the heathen
Romans,
whose
names
beAnathema,
Anathema
Maranatha.
For
the priest Eleazer did cast outby
itsmeans
thedemon
which
had
possessed a certainman
;and
that the bloodyand
sagacious Vespasianwho
was
therepresent
when
this merciful deedwas
done, might be convinced that thedemon
did indeed depart,though
the exceeding tenuity of spiritual existences will not allowthem
to be visibleto other eyes,than those fromwhich
occult sciencehasremoved
the scales the venerable Eleazercom-manded
that a vessel should be placed at a considerable distancefrom
the person possessed, thewhich
vessel, in obedience to thecommands
of Eleazer, thedemon,
in departingdid forciblythrow
down
and
empty.But
my
proper task will not allowme
tobestow
further timeupon
the crude notions or the blindand
fanatical bigotry of the detestedNaza-renes.
The
all but omnipotent signet ofSolomon
was depositedby
that greatest of earthly princesin theTemple
of Jerusalem;and
in the Hoi}' ofHolies, entered only
by
the greatHigh
Priest, reposed thatgem
of priceand power
unspeakable.When
the templewas
plunderedby
the heathen,and
when
our peoplewere
despitefully treatedand
led into captivity fortheir sins thevessels ofsilverand
the vessels of goldwere
graspedby
the unholyhands
ofthe conquering soldieryNebuchadonozor and Cyrus
boreaway
thewealth of Jerusalem; but not the signet,which
was
from the beginning destined towork
out the salvation ofJudah
when
hersins should befullyexpiated,and
her people oncemore an
acceptable people in the sight of the Lord.But
though
thedim
light of tradition caused every successive highpriest carefully to
guard
against the discoveryof the precious treasure,even
the high priestknew
not all thewonders
of that treasure. Itwas
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 theHoly
of Holies, the saving wealth that rested therein.And
thus ithappened.
In the seventiethyear after the death ofhim
whom
theNazarenes
callMessias,and on
theseventeenthday
ofthemonth
calledPanemus,
in theSyro-Macedonian
tongue, but in theHebrew
Jamuz,
thedreadenemy
of our nation, theRoman
Titushad
so farreduced thedoomed
defendersoftheHoly
City, that the dailysacrifice couldno
longerbe offered;and
thenknew
allthoseinwhom
theonly truereligion
had produced
the spirit ofprophecy
that the templewould
indeedfall. 'S -,-.
12
I
need
not recountthe horrors of the succeedingdays
01 the siege ; orisit not written in the
book
of the apostateJosephus
how
the templewas
polluted
by
the blood of our people, shedby
each otheras well asby
theRomans
?How
that faminewas
abroad
glaring with fierce eyes,and
made
horribly visible in gauntand
spectral forms ?How
that amother
maddened
by
famine slew herchild, yea, her first-bornand
her only one,and
banquetted in horrible eagernessupon
his roastedbody
? Alas! theapostate
Jew
and
divers writersamong
the Nazarenes,have
dilated but too trulyand
too sufficientlyupon
the awful scenes that passedin every street, aye, in every housein the devoted city of the livingGod.
Let
me
then hasten to that concluding scene,
which
gave
theHoly
of Holies to the flames; but at thesame
timegave
tome
that Talisman, which,eighteen
hundred
years later,was
to rebuild the cityand
the temples,and
preparethe people ofGod
forthedominion
of thewhole
earth,and
forthe advent of the veritable Messias. Selah !Let
it be done. It is about to be done.Urged
by
Iknow
notwhat
divine fury, Ihad descended
from theUpper
City,where
Ihad
been gazingupon
theflaming sword,which
illu-minated
the heavens, even at mid-day. I passed unscathed through theouter court of the temple,
now
pollutedby
the bodies of the dyingand
the dead,and
slippery withmuch
blood. Scarcelyhad
Imade
my
way
beyond
the partition wall,which
had been
erected for theseparationofthe
Jews
from the unbelieving Gentiles;when, from one
of themany
apartments that
were on
the north sideof the holy house, a lurid pillar offiresuddenly shot
upward, and
in an instant tenthousand
fierytonguesdarted from it in everydirection,
and
a cry ofhorrorand alarm
arosefromten
thousand combatants
withinand around
the temple.To
cleaveto theearth the destroying
Roman,
who
was
in theveryact of leaping into the inner court, aftersnatchingfrom
its blaze the torchwithwhich
hehad
now
firedtheholy house,
was
but thework
ofan
instant ; that done, I pressedforward
up
the acclivitywhich
led to the altar ofBurnt
Offering,where
the
High
Priest,who
had
succeeded the fugitives,Joseph and
Jesus,
was
surroundedby
combatants,and
inan
evidentagony
ofanxietytomake
hisway
into theHoly
of Holies.With
a loud cry Ithrew
myself forward into thethrongand
the strife; butthough
Iwas
swift, Iwas
too tardytosavethevenerable
man, who,
at the verymoment
that I gained his side,was
transfixedby
aRoman
dart. I raisedhim
and
borehim
towards
the Sanctuary, but though lifewas
fast gushing forthfrom
his ghastlywound,
he
was
a Jewish priest still true to hisGod,
his faith,and
hisoffice." Pollute not theholyplace! Forbear, set
me
down
here," he exclaimed;
and
in a niche,which
was
as yet unthreatenedby
the devouringelement,I set
him down, and
raised hisdrooping head,and wiped
the big13
death
rom
his loftybrow, alltenderly, aswould
a nursingmother
supportand
tend a dyingchild.His
breathingcame
shorterand
shorter,and
his limbsbecame
rigid;but the agonies ofdeath
had
no power
over the energies of religion ;and
he did not expire till he
had
commanded me
to penetrate theHoly
of Holies,and
to snatch thenceand from
the very centre of the ark, theTalisman
ofourpeople,even
the signet of the wiseSolomon
theShem-ama-phorah.
Not
even
thebehest of thehighpriestwould have
causedany
otherJew
to enter thatmysteriousand most
sacred place.But
I!what had
I, thewanderer,to fear?
I passed the brazen pillars,
Joachim
and
Booz,and
I reached the golden cherubim, ten cubitsin height,whose
outspread wings, reachingfrom
the southern wall to the northern wall of theHoly
of Holies,had
hithertoconcealed for agesits sacred mysteries from unpermitted eyes.
I paused, but fora
moment
; thegolden gateswere
passed, thecheru-bim
no
longer hidthearkfrom
my
gaze; and,God
!by what
a galaxy ofglories
was
I dazzled!The
floorand
the wallswere
of finegold,
glit-tering with the splendour of ten
thousand
fires,and
reflectingback
themany
colouredand
living lights that flashedfrom
Onyx
and
from Sapphire ; from Chrysoliteand from Amethyst
;and from
every preciousstone from every part of the earth.
Having
drawn
aside with resolutehand
theembroidered veil ofpurpleand
scarlet, behold !I stoodwithintheHoly
ofHolies ;and
there overagainst the easternend
I beheldan
altarof solid
and unornamented
gold.Upon
either side of the altarwas
a hollow candlestick of gold,adorned
with liliesand pomgranates
ofgems
and
frettedgold.But
upon the table !Even
/ shook in every fibre withmuch
awe, as Ilookedupon
the ark of shittimwood, which
inHebrew
iscalled Eron. It
was
five spans longby
three in heightand
breadth;and
was
stronglyornamented
with plates of fine gold,and on
the topwere
two cherubims
of thelike precious material. In that lay the palladiumofour people the seal of
Solomon
;and
I I!was
tostretch forthmy
hand
and
seizeit !The
lidofthe arkyielded tomy
mere
touch,and mine
eyesfellupon
the precioussignet. It consisted of a singlecincture of massivegold, setwith a singlegem
; but such agem.
Well
might the fiends, well might thepowers
ofearthand
hellshrink from the steadfast gaze of its possessor,engraven the ineffable
name
ofGod, and around
it in mingled radianceDiamond,
ofSapphire, ofRuby, and Emerald,
theseeming
oftenthousandeyes
gleamed
with divine ardour towhich
the lurid lightnings of thestormiest
heaven
are but as ameteor
that dancesupon
the morass. I stood asonefascinated, terrified, petrified; Iwould
fainhave
stretched outmy
hand, but
my
arm
was
paralyzed; Iwould have
cried aloud,butmy
tongueclove to the root of
my
mouth.
As
I stood thus entranced a shout in the outer portion of the templeannounced
the arrival of Titusand
his followers. In a fewmoments
theHoly
of Holies, the Ark, the very Sealof
Solomon, would
be bared to the gaze of the profane, violatedby
thehands
of thefoeman
and
the robber. I stretched forthmy
hand
and
graspedthe signet; a report as of ten
thousand
thundersshook
thewhole
fabric
around
me,and
I feltmyselfseizedby
a giant hand,whose
graspdeprived
me
ofmy
senses at the verymoment
that Isaw
the majesticthough
somewhat
corpulent form of Titus within the hitherto sacredplace.
How
long Iremained
entranced Iknow
not.When
I at lengthawakened
to a sense ofmy
situation, Iwas
far, faraway
from the bloodshedand
tumult,from
the trampling of the victors,and
the passionate butunheeded
entreaties of the dyingand
thecaptive.
The
moon,
the pale-visaged Astarte of the Phoenicians,was
highin heaven, sheddingaround
a flood of silvery lightsuch
as she can neverbestow upon
thisland of cloudand
fog. I lay beneath a majestic palm,and
close besideme
gushed
a fountain,making
a delightfulmusic
in the otherwiseunbroken
silence ofthe night. Itwas
by
slow degrees thatall thescenes through
which
Ihad
so recentlypassedbecame
clearlyand
completely recalledto
my
memory
; and,oh
God
! withwhat
horrordid Inot thrill
when
I discovered that the signet ofSolomon was
no
longer inmy
possession!I should
have
raved,Heaven
pardon
me, I believe I shouldhave
blasphemed
; but before I could give utterance tomy
agony, there arosebeside
me
a low, sweet, musical, but withal,most
solemn
and
majestic voiceand
themighty change
thathad come
overmy
spiritand
freed itfrom the dull
and
inapprehensive obtuseness ofmere
mortality, enabledme
to
know
that that voicecame
fromno
created mortal. Iknew
that the voicewas
a voicefrom
above,and
my
heart leaped withan
exceedinggladness, for I heard
much
mercy,and
was
blessed with amost
wondrous
mission,
and
witha trustwhich
theywho
situpon
the blood-stained thrones ofthe perverted earthmight envy
with apower
towhich
theymust
speedily
bow
down
in humilityand
in dread.It
was
revealed tome
that though the curse ofhim
ofNazareth
must
should be at hand,his
power
shouldgo
on increasingamong
the nations, the cursehishateand
tyranny haslaidupon
me
should be converted into a savingmercy
to Israel,a pillar of light to guideand guard
the wanderers ofJudah.Words
ofmight were
gravenupon
my
soul, even thewords
of the signet.ofSolomon
which
all Geniimust
obey,and
Iwas
sentforth to live the bodilylifeand
diethe bodily deathindivers places; but with ever
onetask,onetrust toteach thetrampled
Jew
tobecome
verymighty
in despoilinghis oppressors, very cunningin availing himself oftheirhearts' leprosy avarice.Ages
upon
ageshave
rolledby
;where
populouscitiesand
thepalacesofkings oncestood, the batand
theowland
all obsceneand
grovelling reptiles are
now
the sole lords, the sole tenants;and where
Ihave
battledwith the gaunt wolf,and
disputed with the bear his forest haunt,hundreds
of thousands ofhuman
beings dwellin cities of strengthand
splendour ; themany
wearing outtheir lives in squalorand
intoil,thathas little
recompense and no
cessation, the few lookingdown
in insolentand
unsparing scornupon
thosewho
starve,that the tyrantand
thecheatmay
faresumptuously
every day. Allnationshave
beenin turn the sceneof
my
exertions; all ranks, allpursuits,have
inturnbeen
made
subservient to theHoly
and Appointed end
; Jerusalem,Oh
beloved Jerusalem, Ihave
toiled to uprear thee in
power and
ingreat splendour !The
appointed hour is at
hand
;and
thenHE
cometh, atwhose
benignantand
resistlessword
the curse ofmy
foe,the fellcurse thatwas
pronounced upon
me
on
Calvary, shall be removed,
and
my
spirit shallhave
rest.Whether
leading thewar
galley of Venice to the discomfitureand
slaughter ofthePaynims,
or pursuing the business of amerchant
inSpain, with the terrorsofthe Inquisition ever beforeme,ifdiscoveredinmy
secret practice of the sacred faith ofmy
forefathers; whether passingmy
youthin thesweettranquilityofan Alpinevalley, or
amid
the roar of watersand
thecrashofbattle;whether
inone age wielding thesword and
the lanceof the condottieri in the cause
now
of oneand
now
of theother of thevenomous
little republics ofItaly, or in another aiding therevolt of Massa-niello at Naples, or cateringto theamusements
ofLouisXIV.
at Paris; inall times, inall characters,in all places, fromthe instant that
my
spirit, ineach new body has
been
calledanew
to self-knowledge,by
the sweet low whisper oh!how
full ofhope
to theWanderer
!"
Tarry
thouuntil /
come,"
allmy
energieshave
been devoted totheperformanceofmy
task.The
bigotry of a whole people,and
the cupidityof theirtyrant could easily degrade theJew
in social condition; debarhim
from this or thatprivilege,
condemn
him
to thisor that burthen,
and
brandhim
with anout-ward and
visible token of hisdebasement
; but theJew
.could ah.va>:.i6
could always
mock
the sufferingsand
sway
the fate of the haughtiestand
bloodiest of hisoppressors.
Aye
! the Talismanicpower
has everbeen
atwork
; in every land hath itsinfluence atsome
timebeen
felt, in every landhave
I atsome
timemade
one
ofmy
people amighty man,
in the despoil-ing of the princesand
the peoplewho
believe in theprophet of Nazareth.Jehovah
!how
have
Iscorned theenemies
of thy people,when
Ihave
seen
them
waiting with pallid cheekand downcast
eyes forthe fiat of the enrichedJew
toconsignthem
to instantand
utterbeggary, or to aidthem
tostruggleon
a littlelongerinthehope
ofgain to themselves, butin reality onlyto swell hisgainsand add
to the righteoususurywhich
shall raiseup
thy peculiar people,and
make
glorious the towersof Zion.Alas!
how
easier far it is to give theTalisman
by
which
richescan be
commanded,
than it istoinspire ahuman
heart with that intense love of the antique abiding place of our race,which
alonecan
justifyme
in bestowing the potencyand
the splendour of riches!How
oftenhave
Inot
had
to lament the backsliding,and
the degenerate self-love ofmy
chosen instruments?With
what
disgusthave
I not takenfrom
them
theirabused
trust; withwhat
scornhave
I not seenthem
reduced todespairand
self-destruction,by
the deprivation of thatwhich
Ibestowed on
them, not for theirown
pettypurposes, but that Israelmight
beredeemed from
herdebasement.
Ask
who
enabledNeckar
for a timeto support theboundlessextrava-gance
of the Court of LouisXVI.
and Marie
Antoinette,and
history, thejest
book
ofwisemen
and
the oracle of fools, will tellyou
that itwas
hisgenius. I can tell another tale! It
was
/, itwas
the talismanicpower
which
Igave
him
fora brief breathing space, to inspire his friendswithadmiration
and
hisenemies with envy. Iwithdrew
that power,and
there arose thatsceneofbloodshedand
confiscationwhich
was
especiallynecessarytoenable
my
peopleto spoilallthe nations ofEurope,even
asourforefathersby
divinecommandment
didspoil theirEgyptian
task-masters. Verily theJews have had
their revenge!From
the revolution ofFrance
sprangbloody
and
expensivewars
; from thosewars
sprang royal indigenceand
national extremity,
which
raisedup
that ChristianMoloch
of loanjobberyand
public debts wherein the present race battenson
the spoilsand
devours the labour of its offspring;
and
now,nowwas
the timewhen
theJewish people might banquet in the halls of princes,
where once
theirvery presencewould have
beendeemed
pollution.Now
was
thetimewhen
the aggrandisementofmy
people could not without sin beneglected.England
became
theresortof thousands of our oppressed people;and
ifEngland
17
wealth boundless
and
withdupes
innumerable.A
chieftain of our peoplebecame
as necessary, then, inEngland,
as formerly in Venice, inGenoa,
in
Antwerp,
in Bruges, ormore
recently in Paris.From
the death ofLouis
XVI.
tothe consulship ofNapoleon
Buonaparte, I rarely conferredthe visibletalisman, for
however
brief a space of time,upon
any
one; itwas
necessary that ALLmy
people shouldbe up and
doing, that each should beamassing
his portion; therewas
a harvest too large forany
singlereaper;
and
leaving tothemselvesthe native wit oftheJew
and
thenativepropensity of the Gentile to overshoot his mark,
by
indulging hisown
bad
passions, I looked calmly on, seeing in every bloodybattlefield the precursor of anew
loan in everynew
loan themost
perfect ofhuman
inventionsfor the transfer of the wealthof the Gentile to the strong boxes of theJew.
The
result fully justifiedmy
relianceon
the self-destroying talents ofthe
Nazarenes
; theJews
ofEngland
amply
avenged
theNorman
atrocitiesof the older
day
;and what
theNorman
tookfrom
theSaxons by
thestroke of thebattle-axe
and
thebroad
sword, theJews
now
took from the atonceinsolentand
ignorant descendants of thoseNormans
by
the stroke of that far mightierweapon
thepen.The
first ofmy
peoplewhom
Ipitchedupon
to wield the Talismanic influence inEngland
was
onewhose
name
willinan
instantbe recognizedby
allthe votariesand
highpriests ofMammon,
whether
Jew
or Christian. I alludetoSolomon
Salvador. I foundhim
a comparatively poorman
;I
made
him
in a briefspacethe marvelofallwho
knew
him.The
wildest speculation he could undertakewas
sure toprosper;and
themagnates
ofthe nation sought his advice
when
troubled with thecommon
and
verypainful disease ofImpecuniosity.
Thissuccess
was
asbriefas itwas
brilliant.The
fool! did he supposethat
power
was
entrustedtohim, thatwealthwas
placed withinhisreachfor the bidding, merely that
he
should callamountainous mass
of brickand
mortar after hisname,
fill it with luxuriesfrom everyquarter of theglobe,
and
then spread thebanquet and
illuminate the saloon towelcome
the high-born fool
and
the high-bornharlot,and
make
glad their hearts withwine
and
music, while thetowersof Jerusalem lay in ruin,and
theremnant
ofour people sat cowering beneath the insolent trampling ofthethe
men
of blood? Fool, thrice foolish! Ideprivedhim
ofthe talismanic.. power,and
his wealth meltedaway
fromhim
fast as thesnow
melts 'beneath the ardent