[Illustration] The Arch of Titus Done into English by H. M. K. from the Hebrew of H. A. W.[A] CRUMBLING, age-worn, in Rome the eternal Stands the arch of Titus' triumph, With its carven Jewish captives Stooped before the holy Menorah. And each nightfall, when the turmoil Of the Petrine clangor ceaseth, Seven flames the arch illumine, Mystic burnings, glowing strangely. Then cast off their graven shackles Judah's sons of beaten marble; Living step they from the ruin Living stride they to the Jordan. They are healèd in its waters, Till the freshness of each dawning; Then resume their ancient sorrow, Perfect marble, whole and holy. Dust of dust the wheeling seasons, Grind that mighty archèd splendor, Raze the Gaul and raze the Roman, Grind away their fame and glory, The shackled Jews alone withstand them, Stooped before the holy Menorah. [Illustration: _MAX NORDAU (born in Budapest, 1849), world-famous neurologist, author, and publicist, a Nestor among Jewish leaders, and since Herzl's death the President of the International Zionist Congresses. His books on "Degeneration," "Paradoxes," and other volumes of social studies, have evoked world-wide discussion. In sending the present article to The Menorah Journal from Madrid, where he is now sojourning on account of the War, Dr. Nordau writes: "I wish my words may not be dropped into deaf ears. You can do much to bring them home to the consciousness and the conscience of leading American Jews."_] The Duty of the Hour BY MAX NORDAU WE are the people of the Messiah. We feel, we think Messianic. In all situations of life, and particularly in the critical ones, we hope for a miraculous event which will fulfill all our yearnings, and in this hope we feel delivered of the manly duty to work for the realization of our ideals, to prepare our salvation by our own efforts.