The sick he heal'd, the fallen rais'd he up;

Light track'd his footsteps through the darksome land—
And sav'd, men wept and bless'd him in their tears.
Come, friends, lift we on high the loving cup
And hail, with greetings from our distant strand
This hero crested with his hundred years!

E. YANCEY COHEN.

GROUPS of radiant angels soaring

Upward in the sunshine's gleam;
Watched as through the gates of heaven,
In their arms a form they bore;

And a thousand angel voices

Sang the name of Montefiore!

Somewhere I have caught the echo,
Drifting on till time shall end-
Caught the sound of grief and mourning;
For the poor have lost their friend!
Silent is the voice that pleaded,

Motionless the hand that gave,
And the voice that loved and pitied
Stilled and pulseless in the grave.

Softly rest his soul in slumber!
He was weary, he was lone;
Long ago his household angel
Flitted off to heaven's throne.
Weep no tear, nor bow in sorrow,
Praise the God we all adore,

For He crowned the earth with blessing

When he gave it Montefiore.

MIRIAM DEL BANCO.

IS life worth living? To the querulous cry
Let this long record, lately closed, reply!

A century of service to mankind!

Pessimist cold and cynic blandly blind,

'Tis fitter comment on that query stale

Than sneers that pall and arguments that fail.
Long in the land his days, whose heart and hand
All high and human causes could command;
Long in the land his memory will abide
His country's treasure and his people's pride.

PUNCH.

NOT 'mid the clash of arms he won

An evanescent fame,

Nor in a nation's councils gained

A statesman's honored name;

But in humanity's great cause
He nobly did his part,
So shall his loved memory be
Enshrined in every heart.

With lavish hand, on all alike,
His charity bestowing,

None sought in vain his kindly heart,
With generous impulse glowing.

More lasting far than marble shaft,
Or mausoleum grand,

His mem'ry shall remain, while sounds
His fame in every land.

LOUIS MEYERHARDT.

I SAW 'twas in a dream, the other night—
A man whose hair with age was thin and white;

One hundred years had bettered by his birth, And still his step was firm, his eye was bright.

Before him and about him pressed a crowd. Each head in reverence was bared and bowed,

And Jews and Gentiles in a hundred tongues Extolled his deeds and spake his fame aloud.

I joined the throng, and, pushing forward, cried, "Montefiore!" with the rest, and vied

In efforts to caress the hand that ne'er To want and worth had charity denied.

So closely round him swarmed our shouting clan`
He scarce could breathe, and, taking from a pan
A gleaming coin, he tossed it o'er our heads,
And in a moment was a lonely man!

AMBROSE BIERCE.

Jesse Seligman

IS was another race than mine

HIS

Another faith, from which mine sprung:

He traced his lineage by another line,

And gained his manhood in another tongue.

Yet when he sought our common sky,

And breathed the welcome of its air, His soul rose up, as eagles fly,

To the full heights of manhood there.

Oh, Brother ours! whose life has beamed
With faith in God, with love of man,
Through which thy patriot virtues streamed
To bless and aid our noble land.

I stand to-day beside thy bier,
To own thy brotherhood divine,

And proudly claim with many a tear,
That Israel's God is thine and mine.

NOAH DAVIS.

Benjamin Artom

Chief Rabbi of the Spanish and Portuguese Jews. WITH mournful pomp they bore him to the grave

With all the solemn pageantry of woe;

No ancient right or custom would they waive Which might their grief and awe-struck reverence show;

With honour and with state they laid him low, And dignities as if a Prince had died;

He was a Prince-none nobler rank could know Than that he bore with such an honest pride— God's priest! A warrior chief fighting on Heaven's side!

He came a stranger from his Southern shore,
To colder climes, to natures less intense,
He came and was a stranger then no more,
For with the music of his eloquence

He won our hearts, and charmed our every sense.
That music's dead, the earthly bonds are riven,
And he who woke the chords is summoned hence,
"The Gates of Hope" to which his thoughts were
given

Have flung their portals wide and shown the path to Heaven!

Patron of learning! Champion of the poor!
These are the titles that he nobly gained,
These are the honours that will still endure
And teach mere earthly rank to be disdained.
The empire cannot die for him who reigned
By sympathy and knowledge; and the host
That will perpetuate a name unstained,'

Poor, seeking wisdom, these shall be our boast,
He loved them-let them comfort her who mourns

him most!

RE HENRY.

Aaron Levy Green

NOW dimly thro' our tears we see his Face,

And treasure up his mem'ry in our hearts, He stood in front a model Priest and Man, Grand with a righteous energy for good, Resplendent with a love for all his kind; But most of all his great love for his Race. · No work too hard-no cause that wanted help, But he the foremost one in doing good. Honesty and Manliness and Truth,

A trinity of virtues joined in him.

Too soon for us-but not too soon for him
Has he been taken into Rest and Life.
For that perfection which he sought in us
He now has found in Immortality.

Dry up our tears-our God hath taken him;
He knoweth best. And when we go to rest
May it be found his bright example made
Us worthy of joining him on High.

ANONYMOUS.

Baroness de Rothschild

THOUGH life may fade, love never dies,
And all but love, is now a dream

To her, who in her long sleep lies

Enwrapped in flowers, and love supreme. What, if the solemn shadows stir,

To sobbing sighs and broken prayer,

Love folds its mantle over her

And shields her, in its tender care. ·

Sadly the mystic hours of night

Flit past, still undisturbed by these,

Or sudden glow of morning light
Or waking birds, or waving trees.