Origin And Short History Of The Kabbalah.*

Valencia , into the hands of himself . He , possessing the ori ginal , were merely the copyist . The book created a great sensation . All that had been dreamt before was now authenticated and verified by an authority so highly esteemed as that of Simon ben Jochai . Mose de Leon made a fortune b y the sale of that book , but there were several Kabbalists wdio hardly could believe it ; amongst them one of the sons of Toclros . He pretended to have lost his copyand

, asked for another , in order to find a difference between them , but Mose de Leon was smart enough not to be caught by that trap . But a Rabbi arrived about that time from Palestine ; his name was Isac from Acco . He could not believe that such a book was in existence , and had an interview with Mose at Valadolid . Mose declared , with an oath , that he had the ori ginal in his house , and promised to show it to himbut on his way liome he died in Arevalfcoand

, , his wife said that there never was an original , but that he , Mose , wrote all himself . In vain two rich . Kabbalists , David Rafan and Joseph de Avila , tried to buy the original from the widow for a high price , the latter even promising to give his son to the widow ' s daughter in marriage . But mother and daughter must refuse , because there was not such an original . So the mysterious book was strengthened even more bthe tery

sury mys rounding it , and for about five centuries it kept its place as a religious textbook at the side of the Bible and Talmwnd -. j-ea , it was in many cases preferred to them o the detriment of the Jewish religion . [ This interesting paper has been sent to us by Bro . Jacob Norton , and has been translated by a learned Rabbi from Graetz ' s "History of the Jews in Germany . " ]

Ode To Woman.

ODE TO WOMAN .

BY BRO . HENRY CALVERT APPLEBY . \ T 7 "OM . AN , whose beauteous influence sheds its smiles ' ™ Upon man ' s destiny for weal or w oe , Like living loadstone luring him to fame !

'Tis thy sweet sympathy that man beguiles , And thy unselfish love content to know That urges him to make a lasting name ! Winsome woman , closely clinging , Tender ditties softly singing , Truly loving , blessing bringing ,

Excelling in delightful graces , Who would not thy glances love ? When all the beauty of thy face is but a reflex from above ; Let thy bri ghtnessever beaming

, , Shine in glory all around , Let thy ringing laughter sound , With its rosy ripples streaming , Waking man from morbid dreaming , Blending sunshine with his life ; Be the best in all his deeming ,

Whispered in the one word— " wife . "