Page 35, "Judea" changed to "Judæa" (muse of Judæa) Page 44, "ony" changed to "only" (Not only have the) This text uses both to-day and today. THE MENORAH JOURNAL VOLUME I APRIL, 1915 NUMBER 2 [Illustration] For Small Mercies BY ISRAEL ZANGWILL Thinking of Poland and her tortured Jews, 'Twixt Goth and Cossack hounded, crucified On either frontier, e'en the Pale denied, Wand'ring with bloodied staff and broken shoes, Scarred like their greatest son with stripe and bruise, Though thrice a hundred thousand fight beside Their Russian brethren and are glorified By death for those who flout them and abuse,-- I suddenly was touched to thankful tears. Not that one wave had ebbed of all this woe, Not that one heart had softened in "the spheres"[A] One touch of bureau-malice to forego, But that amid blind eyes, dumb mouths, deaf ears, One voice in England[B] said these things were so. [Illustration: Signature: Israel Zangwill] FOOTNOTES: [A] Only permissible form of Russian reference to the Tsar and his Counsellors. [B] The London _Nation_. From Across the Seas _From Dr. Max Nordau_ _Madrid, Spain_ [Illustration] I hail most cordially the appearing of THE MENORAH JOURNAL with the noble and impressive program which you develop. It shows your consciousness of the new duties of the rich, free and powerful American Jewry, your readiness to assume fully the moral responsibilities which your privileged position imposes upon you, and your comprehension of the needs of the present hour. Your journal seems the promising beginning of that organization in which we are so sorely wanting and without which we will achieve nothing in the forthcoming deep transformations of the old world. [Illustration: Signature: Dr. M. Nordau] _From Dr. Moses Gaster_ _Chief Rabbi (Haham) Spanish and Portuguese Congregations of the British Empire_ [Illustration] I am glad to see that you have brought out again the Menorah from the corner into which it had been thrust, that you have polished up the old candlestick, nay, even more, that you have trimmed the wick and poured the oil into the cup, that you are kindling a light which is to dissipate the darkness spiritual, more dangerous, more terrible than darkness physical. What our people really want is to be able to see that light of truth, that light of hope, of humanity, of knowledge, of idealism, which has been ours through the ages. We have never allowed our lamp to be extinguished, whether it burned in a remote corner in the ghetto, smoky, ill trimmed, even evil smelling; still there was the light sufficiently strong to illumine the pages of the Torah and the Talmud, even the pages of the writers of philosophy and science. It was quite sufficient if one lamp was kept alight. This is the greatness and the beauty of it,--that from one, one can kindle a thousand.