declaration of the dying Israelite together

  The boy stared at him, a clearer look in his eyes.   "Say the _Shemang_!" said Moses peremptorily. The word _Shemang_, the old authoritative tone, penetrated the consciousness of the dying boy.   "Yes, father, I was just going to," he grumbled, submissively.   They repeated the last declaration of the dying Israelite together. It was in Hebrew. "Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one." Both understood that.   Benjamin lingered on a few more minutes, and died in a painless torpor.   "He is dead," said the doctor.   "Blessed be the true Judge," said Moses. He rent his coat, and closed the staring eyes. Then he went to the toilet table and turned the looking-glass to the wall, and opened the window and emptied the jug of water upon the green sunlit grass.  Part 1 Chapter 21 The Jargon Players  "No, don't stop me, Pinchas," said Gabriel Hamburg. "I'm packing up, and I shall spend my Passover in Stockholm. The Chief Rabbi there has discovered a manuscript which I am anxious to see, and as I have saved up a little money I shall speed thither."   "Ah, he pays well, that boy-fool, Raphael Leon," said Pinchas, emitting a lazy ring of smoke.   "What do you mean?" cried Gabriel, flushing angrily. "Do you mean, perhaps, that _you_ have been getting money out of him?"   "Precisely. That is what I _do_ mean," said the poet naively. "What else?"   "Well, don't let me hear you call him a fool. He _is_ one to send you money, but then it is for others to call him so. That boy will be a great man in Israel. The son of rich English Jews--a Harrow-boy, yet he already writes Hebrew almost grammatically."