Abram S. Isaacs (1851-1920) was an American rabbi, author, and professor. The rabbis, whose sayings are recorded in the Talmud and Midrash-writings that stretch over about a thousand years-were admirable story-tellers. They were fond of the parable, the anecdote, the apt illustration, and their legends that have been transmitted to us, all aglow with the light and life of the Orient, possess perennial charm. The common impression that they were rabbinical Dryasdusts-mere dreamers, always buried in wearisome disputations, abstruse pedants dwelling in a solitary world of their own-is wholly unjust. They were more than ecclesiastics-they were men; and their cheerful humanity forms the secret to their character. Their background was rather sombre- temple and nationality destroyed, a succession of foreign taskmasters, a series of wars and persecutions that would have annihilated any other race. But if the Roman drove his ploughshare over the site of Judaea's capital, the Hebrew spirit refused to submit to the yoke of any conqueror. In the storm and stress of centuries the rabbis preserved a certain buoyancy and even temper, which sprang from the fullness and sunniness of their faith. They thought and studied and debated; they worked and dreamt and cherished hope- "Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing songs unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not."