pious eyes, and declare that I had better be in bed at this hour, instead of writing in my journal. But it makes no difference. I do not know w

sister. Would not have gone but for the hope of meeting Leah Mordecai. In the main, I hate Jews, but I must admit here, Journal, that Mrs. Levy

one can compare with Leah Mordecai-such hair and such eyes are seldom given to woman. Hele

om that. Old Ben Mordecai has untold wealth, and there comes in the 'marrow of the nut.' Of course, he is as stingy as a Jew can be; but not with his daughter. Who has more elegant silks, velvets, a

e. It may be some unfortunate love affair-who knows? I think I would like to put any fellow out of the way that might be seeking her hand. I believe I

ep away some of the tedious hours that lie b

he clock s

aside the articles of her toilet, after the revel was done. "Only another disappointment! And yet, I know that Bertha invited him, and lie promised me t

may have let slip there, Heaven only knows! I have had a lurking suspicion for some time, that she was planning to win Mark's love from me, and secure it for my sister Sarah. What if she should succeed. Oh! how wretched I should be! It has been a year, nearly, since Mark and I secretly pledged our love, and he promised then that we should be married soon after I finished at Madam Truxton's. How fondly I have looked forward to that coming day! It has been the one single hope of my miserable life; and now that the time draws so near, is it possible th

bi, who presided over the most flourishing and wealthy Jewish congregation in the Queen City; and Mark hi