On the person of a Gentile, it was the symbol of tyranny; on the person of a Jew, it was the emblem of shame.
So a little Jewish girl in Polotzk was apt to grow up hungry-minded and empty-hearted; and if, still in her outreaching youth, she was set down in a land of outspoken patriotism, she was likely to love her new country with a great love, and to embrace its heroes in a great worship.

Naturalization, with us Russian Jews, may mean more than the adoption of the immigrant by America.

It may mean the adoption of America by the immigrant.
On the day of the Washington celebration I recited a poem that I had composed in my enthusiasm.

But "composed" is not the word.

The process of putting on paper the sentiments that seethed in my soul was really very discomposing.