cried the doctor, deeply moved. "But
there are many other sins now committed against me and mine, for which
there is no forgiveness. I know the great Pagans and their works. Their
need of love extends only to the nation, to which they belong, not to
humanity. Unselfish justice, is to them the last thing man owes his
fellow-man. Christ extended love to all nations, His heart was large
enough to love all mankind. Human love, the purest and fairest of
virtues, is the sublime gift, the noble heritage, he left behind to his
brothers in sorrow. My heart, the poor heart under this black doublet,
this heart was created for human love, this soul thirsted, with all its
powers, to help its neighbors and lighten their sorrows. To exercise
human love is to be good, but they no longer know it, and what is worse,
a thousand times worse, they constantly destroy in me and mine the
desire to be good, good in the sense of their own Master. Worldly wealth
is trash--to be rich the poorest happiness. Yet the Jew is not forbidden
to strive for this, they take scarcely half his gains;--nor can
they deny him the pursuit of the pleasures of the intellect--pure
knowledge--for our minds are not feebler or more idle, and soar no less
boldly than theirs. The prophets came from the East! But the happiness
of the soul--the right to exercise charity is denied to us. It is a part
of charity for each man to regard his neighbor as himself--to feel for
him, as it were, with his own heart--to lighten his burdens, minister
unto him in his sorrows, and to gladden his happiness. This the
Christian denies the Jew. Your love ceases when you meet me and mine,
and if I sought to put myself on an equality with the Christian, from
the pure desire to satisfy his Master's most beautiful lesson, what
would be my fate? The Jew is not permitted to be good. Not to be good!
Whoever imposes that upon his brother, commits a sin for which I know no
forgiveness. And if Jesus Christ should return to earth and see the pack
that hunts us, surely He, who was human love incarnate, would open His
arms wide, wide to us, and ask: 'Who are these apostles of hate? I know
them not!'"

The doctor paused, for the door had opened, and he rose with flushed
face to look into the adjoining room; but the smith held him back,
saying:

"Stay, stay! Marx went out into the open air. Ah, Sir! no doubt your
words are true, but were they Jews who crucified the Saviour?"

"And this crime is daily a