|Vol. I, No. 10
Tebeth 5604, January 1844
Written on Visiting the Jewish
Burying-Ground, near Columbia, South Carolina.
One of our subscribers in South Carolina has sent us a paper containing the following effusion of a gentile friend of Israel, with a request to have it inserted in our periodical. We comply cheerfully, since we shall seize with eagerness every token of a spirit of amity towards our people, which we trust they will always on their part entertain for all mankind, without distinction of race or religion. We honour the enlightened liberality which sees in our people the germ of the civilization and the basis of the better philosophy which now rule a large portion of the world; and though long have been the years of contumely which we had to endure; though even now there are many lands where we are oppressed: we shall nevertheless entertain reciprocal kindness for all who love us, no matter in what language they worship God, no matter what ideas they entertain of his being. And Carolan himself has our best wishes for his welfare; and sure we are, that in the Israelites of his adopted country he will meet with warm friends, who will soothe his hours of sickness and loneliness, and make him think with less regret of the land of his birth which he has left behind, and which he so feelingly remembers.
Poor remnant of Israel, thy
journeyings are o'er,
No Rabbi prepared thee for death's
But the God of thy fathers was by thy
And the sun and the moon that
continued their light,
And why, ye fleet winds, do you
Like you, lowly slumberers, I've
wandered from home,