"I, of course, found myself thwarted at every turn by the heartless and
corrupt officialism that stands between the Russian people and the man
whom they still regard as the viceregent of God upon earth.
"Upon one pretext and another I was kept from the presence of the Tsar
for weeks, until he left his dominions on a visit to Denmark.
"Meanwhile I travelled about, and used my eyes as well as the officials
would permit me, to see whether the state of things was really as bad as
the accounts that had reached England had made it out to be.
"I saw enough to convince me that no human words could describe the
awful sufferings of the sons and daughters of Israel in that hateful
land of bondage.
"Neither their lives nor their honour, their homes nor their property,
were safe from the malice and the lust and the rapacity of the brutal
ministers of Russian officialdom.
"I conversed with families from which fathers and mothers, sons and
daughters had been spirited away, either never to return, or to come
back years afterwards broken in health, ruined and dishonoured, to the
poor wrecks of the homes that had once been peaceful, pure, and happy.
"I saw every injury, insult, and degradation heaped upon them that
patient and long-suffering humanity could bear, until my soul sickened
within me, and my spirit rose in revolt against the hateful and inhuman
tyranny that treated my people like vermin and wild beasts, for no
offence save a difference in race and creed.
"At last the shame and horror of it all got the better of my prudence,
and the righteous rage that burned within me spoke out through my pen
and my lips.
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