From the Heart of Israel: Jewish Tales and TypesDrachman, Bernard
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From the Heart of Israel: Jewish Tales and Types
Drachman, Bernard
Jewish folk literature; Jewish legends; Jews -- Folklore; Jews -- Social life and customs; Tales -- Israel
“I am a Jew; and it is the pride and glory of my life that I belong to
the faith first proclaimed by Abraham, and whose sacred laws and
ordinances I endeavor faithfully to fulfil; but I am not native-born in
the household of Israel. I am only an adopted child therein, although, I
trust, my love for the people which is now mine is none the less warm
and true on that account. By origin I am a Greek. I was born on the
beautiful island of Corfu, the pearl of the archipelago, where grow the
finest and choicest _Ethrogim_, most suitable of all species for the
solemn ceremonies of the Feast of Tabernacles; and the name upon which I
was baptized was Dimitri Aristarchi. To-day I am known in Israel as
Abraham Ger-Tsedek. The manner in which I came to seek entrance into the
congregation of the Lord was most extraordinary; and my statement may
seem to you but little worthy of credence, but I solemnly assure you it
is true. It happened in this wise. My family was an old and
distinguished one in the island; but my father, in consequence of ill
success in various business ventures and a series of other misfortunes,
lost all his wealth when I was a lad of about fifteen, and shortly
afterward died. My poor mother, overwhelmed by the double loss of her
dearly beloved husband and all her earthly possessions, did not survive
her life partner long, but within a few short weeks followed him into
the grave. I was thus thrown entirely upon my own resources; and as I
was an only child, without either brother or sister, and had learnt no
trade or profession, having been reared in the luxurious and careless
fashion usual in my country in well-to-do families, my condition was
indeed desperate. There was nothing left for me to do except to seek a
position as a domestic servant, in which no special skill is required
and in which industry and good-will may supply the place of training. It
was a most humiliating necessity, which drew many tears from my eyes. I,
the pampered child of wealth, must seek my daily bread as a menial! But
there was no alternative; and as the saying is, ‘Necessity can neither
be praised nor blamed.’
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