she was also a heroine in her endurance of
small sufferings, and petty annoyances, deeming it sinful to manifest
impatience, and thinking it right to be afflicted.

Grace Aguilar had earnestly desired that we should have met her at
Frankfort; and the only letter we received from her after her arrival
there, was full of the pleasant hope that we should meet again--in that
cheerful city; this was however impossible; but when we knew that we
should see her no more in this world, we promised ourselves a pilgrimage
to her grave: and over all the plans which mingled with our dreams of
the splendid churches and vast cathedrals we were to see in Germany,
would come a vision of Grace Aguilar's quiet grave in the Jewish
burying-ground of Frankfort-on-the-Main; and all the reality of the
animated handsome city, its merchant palaces in the _Zeil_, and _Neue
Mainzer Strasse_, its old _Dom_, so full of interest, with its fine
monument of Rudolph of Sachsenhausen, beside which you cannot but recall
the time when St. Bernard preached the crusade within its walls,--not
even when we stood alone beneath the roof of St. Leonhard's Church, and
knew that there once stood the Palace of Charlemagne,--not there--nor
anywhere--could we forget that we had vowed a pilgrimage to the grave of
"the lost star of the house of Judah."

How wild and inharmonious is the mingling of sights, as you whirl
through continental cities! Heroic monuments--dark and deep
dungeons--magnificent palaces--pictures--flowers--instruments of
torture--delicious operas--all crowded together into a few short days!

We had not failed to remember that the brilliant city of Frankfort was
the cradle of the Rothschilds; and it had been suggested that before we
visited the Jews' burying-ground, we should see "The Jews' Quarter," to
look upon the house where the "very rich man was born," and where his
mother chose to live to the end of her many days, preferring, wise woman
that she was, to dwell to the last amongst her own people; yet living,
we believe, long enough to know that her grandson represented in
Parliament the first city of the modern world: and so became a practical
illustration of the altered position of the Jews in the middle of the
nineteenth century--sheltered under the vine and fig-tree that
flourishes in England.

In few of the German cities did the Jews endure more persecution than in
the _free_ city of Frankfort. During the past century the gates of the
quar