t for this feeling which one has when about to
receive holy communion? Although proud at the victories of our arms,
we scrupulously hide this pride, we treasure it in our hearts as our
most precious possession, and we hate all swaggering and
self-adulation. Not with the haughtiness of a righteous pharisee do we
approach the altar, but with a prayer of penitence: "like a murderer I
profess Thee."

We must all understand that the end of Jewish sufferings is the
beginning of our self-respect, without which _Russia cannot exist_.
The black days of war will pass, and the "German barbarians" of to-day
will again become cultured Germans, to whose voice the world will once
more hearken with deference. And we must never again allow this or any
other voice to utter aloud: "The Russian barbarians."

FOOTNOTES:

[1] This is an insulting synonym for "Jew."--Translator's Note.

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MR. JACKSON'S OPINION ON THE JEWISH QUESTION

_Vladimir Galaktionovich Korolenko is to-day universally
recognized in Russia as the most worthy guardian of the best
traditions of Russian letters. He has done yeoman service to his
country both as an author of humanitarian tales and as the
mouth-piece of Russia's public conscience. After the government
some time ago suppressed the magazine "Russian Wealth" which
Korolenko had edited, he retired to the city of Poltava, in the
South, and in late years his appearance in print has been a rare
event. He was born in 1853._

MR. JACKSON'S OPINION ON THE JEWISH QUESTION

BY VLADIMIR KOROLENKO

One of the most intelligent though not one of the most profound
opinions about the Jewish question I happened to hear from a chance
fellow-traveller on the Atlantic Ocean. And although it was quite some
time ago, and the man who expressed it was in no way remarkable,
nevertheless this opinion is recalled to me on various occasions--very
frequently in these days.

It was in 1904. Together with a fellow countryman, also a man of
letters, I was travelling aboard a steamer of the Anglo-American
Company, "Cunard." Our cabin was small and narrow. It was lighted by
the dull light of an electric bull's-eye in the ceiling which served
as a deck. There were three berths and a wash basin. My friend and I
occupied two of the berths. On the third there camped the gentleman
about whom we read in the passenger list: "Mr. Henry Jackson of
Illinois."