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We continue our account of what we saw on Saturday, during our visit to the Jews'
synagogue in Crosby street.Congregation Shearith Israel, http://shearithisrael.org/content/crosby-street-synagogue, accessed September 30, 2016).
After the performance had continued for some time as we described it in yesterday's
Aurora, some of the Jews went up to the semicircular panel work before mentioned,
unlocked it, and opened the doors.Jewish Virtual Library, http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/judaica/ejud_0002_0002_0_01315.html,
accessed October 23, 2016).
The priest then raised aloft a large scroll of parchment probably the sacred law—wafting it around so that the people could see it in all parts of the house. All this while he uttered a kind of chant, to which the men and women made responses.
We saw M.M. Noah, of the sessions court, among the Jews present.
He officiated upon the platform in some of the ceremonies.Publications of the American Jewish Historical Society 6, (1897): 113–121.
The main floor, on which we were, was occupied exclusively by men. There was a gallery over it filled with women—dark-eyed Jewesses, most of them dressed in black, and a few strangers, attracted there probably by curiosity.
The spectacle in the gallery was by no means the most unpleasing sight in the whole proceeding. Up aloft they seemed to pay as reverent heed to the exercises as in any part of the congregation. We found ourselves casting our glances thither quite frequently; perhaps this may account for our not having a distinct recollection of the whole matter.
The personage who appeared to officiate as the high priest continued his chant, and the people their responses. Every now and then, while the parchment scroll was upon the desk, and unrolled before the priest, individuals from the congregation would step forward, and upon the platform, and speak to the priest. Then, while they stood by and looked on, he would read them something from the parchment spread out upon the desk. For five minutes, perhaps, this would last; and then another person would come up and go through the same ceremony.
Of course, to our perceptions, the whole affair had much the aspect of an unintelligible mummery. Still we could not divest ourselves of the thought that we were amid the people of ancient Jewry; the people who had kept themselves apart from the contagion of the world, and adhered strictly to the customs, and observances, and laws of their forefathers.
Once or twice we allowed fancy to have its unchecked flow. The then and there scene
vanished from our eyes; the uncouth jabber, and the fantastic garb of the
worshippers were heard and seen no more. We were in the holy city. The palaces of
the haughty nobles—the magnificent temple which the Jews loved as the apple of
their eye—the streets and the houses, and the public places—all, all,
were there. And along the public thoroughfare came trailingly a solemn group. In the
centre was a pale being with a crown of thorns bound round his forehead, and blood
trickling down his brow. It was the Holy Savior of Man, bearing the cross upon his
shoulder. And as he passed, the mob scouted and reviled him—his very friends
thought it scorn to recognise him; all but one, a woman, who
followed him even to the place of his crucifixion.
We did not wait to see the conclusion of the exercises. After a stay of more than an hour, feeling somewhat wearied by the continuance of vocal utterance, which we could not take the meaning of, we left the place.