II

There seemed an unwonted stir in the _Judengasse_ when Peloni returned

to it. Was there another riot threatening? he thought, as he passed

along the narrow street of three-storied frame houses, most of them

gabled, and all marked by peculiar signs and figures--the Bear or the

Lion or the Garlic or the Red Shield (_Rothschild_)!

Outside the synagogue loitered a crowd, and as he drew near he

perceived that there was a long Proclamation in a couple of folio

sheets nailed on the door. It was doubtless this which was being

discussed by the little groups he had already noted. About the

synagogue door the throng was so thick that he could not get near

enough to read it himself. But fortunately some one was engaged in

reading it aloud for the benefit of those on the outskirts.

"'Wherefore I, Mordecai Manuel Noah, Citizen of the United States of

America, late Consul of said States to the City and Kingdom of Tunis,

High Sheriff of New York, Counsellor-at-Law, and by the Grace of God

Governor and Judge of Israel, have issued this my proclamation.'"

A derisive laugh from a dwarfish figure in the crowd interrupted the

reading. "Father Noah come to life again!" It was the _Possemacher_,

or wedding-jester, who was not sparing of his wit, even when not

professionally engaged.

"A foreigner--an American!" sneered a more serious voice. "Who made

him ruler in Israel?"

"That's what the wicked Israelite asked Moses!" cried Peloni,

curiously excited.

"_Nun, nun!_ Go on!" cried others.

"'Announcing to the Jews throughout the world, that an asylum is

prepared and hereby offered to them, where they can enjoy that Peace,

Comfort, and Happiness which have been denied them through the

intolerance and misgovernment of former ages. An asylum in a free and

powerful country, where ample protection is secured to their persons,

their property, and religious rights; an asylum in a country

remarkable for its vast resources, the richness of its soil, and the

salubrity of its climate; where industry is encouraged, education

promoted, and good faith rewarded. "A land of Milk and Honey," where

Israel may repose in Peace, under his "Vine and Fig tree," and where

our People may so familiarize themselves with the science of

government and the lights of learning and civilization, as may qualify

them for that great and final Restoration to their ancient heritage,

which the times so powerfully indicate.'"

The crowd had grown attentive. Peloni's face was pale as death. What

was this great thing, fallen so unexpectedly from the impassive heaven

his hopelessness had challenged?

But the _Possemacher_ captured the moment. "Father Noah's drunk

again!"

A great laugh shook the crowd. But Peloni dug his nails into his

palms. "Read on! Read on!" he cried hoarsely.

"'The Place of Refuge is in the State of New York, the largest in the

American Union, and the spot to which I invite my beloved People from

the whole world is called Grand Island.'"

Peloni drew a deep breath. His face had now changed to the other

extreme and was flushed with excitement.

"Noah's Ark!" shot the _Possemacher_ dryly, and had his audience

swaying hysterically.

"For God's sake, brethren!" cried Peloni. "This is no joke. Have you

forgotten already that here we are only animals?"

"And they went in two by two," said the _Possemacher_, "the clean

beasts, and the unclean beasts!"

"Hush, hush, let us hear!" from some of the crowd.

"'Here I am resolved to lay the foundation of a State, named Ararat.'"

"Ah! what did I say?" the exultant _Possemacher_ shrieked at Peloni.

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the crowd. "Noah's Ark resting on Ararat!" The

dullest saw that.

Peloni was taken aback for a moment.

"But why should not the place of Israel's Ark of Refuge be named

Ararat?" he asked of his neighbours.

"If only his name wasn't Noah!" they answered.

"That makes it even more appropriate," he murmured.

But "Noah's Ark" was the nickname that kills. Though the reader

continued, it was only to an audience exhilarated by a sense of

Arabian Nights fantasy. But the elaborate description of the grandeurs

of this Grand Island, and the eloquent passages about the Century of

Right, and the ancient Oracles, restored Peloni's enthusiasm to fever

heat.

"It is too long," said the reader, wearying at last.

Peloni rushed forward and took up the task. The first sentence exalted

him still further.

"'In God's name I revive, renew, and reestablish the government of the

Jewish Nation, under the auspices and protection of the Constitution

and the Laws of the United States, confirming and perpetuating all our

Rights and Privileges, our Name, our Rank, and our Power among the

nations of the Earth, as they existed and were recognized under the

government of the Judges of Israel.'" Peloni's voice shook with

fervour. As he began the next sentence, "'It is my will,'" he

stretched out his hand with an involuntary regal gesture. The spirit

of Noah was entering into him, and he felt almost as if it was he who

was re-creating the Jewish nation--"'It is my will that a Census of

the Jews throughout the world be taken, that those who are well

treated and wish to remain in their respective countries shall aid

those who wish to go; that those who are in military service shall

until further orders remain true and loyal to their rulers.

"'I command'"--Peloni read the words with expansive magnificence, his

poet's soul vibrating to that other royal dreamer's across the great

Atlantic--"'that a strict Neutrality be maintained in the pending war

betwixt Greece and Turkey.

"'I abolish forever'"--Peloni's hand swept the air,--"'Polygamy among

the Jews.'"

"But where have we polygamy?" interrupted the _Possemacher_.

"'As it is still practised in Africa and Asia,'" read on Peloni

severely.

"I'm off at once for Africa and Asia!" cried the marriage-jester,

pretending to run. "Good business for me there."

"You'll find better business in America," said Peloni scathingly. "For

do not all our Austrian young men fly thither to marry, seeing that at

home only the eldest son may found a family? A pretty fatherland

indeed to be a citizen of--a step-fatherland. Listen, on the contrary,

to the noble tolerance of the Jew. 'Christians are freely invited.'"

"Ah! Do you know who'll go?" broke in a narrow-faced zealot. "The

missionaries."

Peloni continued hastily: "'Ararat is open, too, to the Caraites and

the Samaritans. The Black Jews of India and Africa shall be welcome;

our brethren in Cochin-China and the sect on the coast of Malabar; all

are welcome.'"

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed a burly Jew. "So we're to live with the blacks.

Enough of this joke!"

But Peloni went on solemnly: "'A Capitation-tax on every Jew of Three

Silver Shekels per annum--'"

"Ah, now we have got to it!" and a great roar broke from the crowd.

"Not a bad _Geschaeft_, eh?" and they winked. "He is no fool, this

Noah."

Peloni's blood boiled. "Do you believe everybody is like yourselves?"

he cried. "Listen!"

"'I do appoint the first day of next Adar for a Thanksgiving Day to

the God of Israel, for His divine protection and the fulfilment of His

promises to the House of Israel. I recommend Peace and Union among

ourselves, Charity and Good-will to all, Toleration and Liberality

toward our Brethren of all Religions--'"

"Didn't I say a missionary in disguise?" murmured the zealot.

Peloni ended, with tremulous emotion: "'I humbly entreat to be

remembered in your prayers, and earnestly do I enjoin you to "keep the

charge of the Holy God," to walk in His ways, to keep His Statutes and

His commandments and His judgments and Testimonies, as written in the

Laws of Moses; "that thou mayest prosper in all thou doest and

whithersoever thou turnest thyself."

"'Given under our hand and seal in the State of New York, on the 2d of

Ab 5586 in the Fiftieth Year of American Independence.'"

* * * * *

Peloni's efforts to organize a company of pilgrims to the New

Jerusalem brought him only heart-ache. The very rabbi who had

good-naturedly consented to circulate the fantastic foreigner's

invitation, tapped his forehead significantly: "A visionary! of good

intentions, doubtless, but still--a visionary. Besides, according to

our dogmas, God alone knows the epoch of the Israelitish restoration;

He alone will make it known to the whole universe, by signs entirely

unequivocal; and every attempt on our part to reassemble with any

political, national design, is forbidden as an act of high treason

against the Divine Majesty. Mr. Noah has doubtless forgotten that the

Israelites, faithful to the principles of their belief, are too much

attached to the countries where they dwell, and devoted to the

governments under which they enjoy liberty and protection, not to

treat as a mere jest the chimerical consulate of a pseudo-restorer."

"Noah's a madman, and you're an infant," Peloni's friends told him.

"Since the destruction of the Temple," he quoted in retort, "the gift

of prophecy has been confined to children and fools."

"You are giving up a decent livelihood," they warned him. "You are

throwing it into the Atlantic."

"'Cast thy bread upon the waters and it shall return to thee after

many days.'"

"But in the meantime?"

"'Man doth not live by bread alone.'"

"As you please. But don't ask _us_ to throw up our comfortable home

here."

"Comfortable home!" and Peloni grew almost apoplectic as he reminded

them of their miseries.

"Persecution?" They shrugged their shoulders. "It comes only now and

again, like a snow-storm, and we crawl through it."

"That's just it--the lack of manliness--the poisoned atmosphere!"

"Bah! The _Goyim_ refuse us equal rights because they know we're their

superiors. Let us not jump from the frying-pan into the fire."

So Peloni sailed for New York alone.