Reuben Sachs

REUBEN SACHS A SKETCH
A SKETCH BY AMY LEVY AUTHOR OF “A MINOR POET” AND “THE ROMANCE OF A SHOP” London MACMILLAN AND CO. AND NEW YORK 1888 The Right of Translation and Reproduction is reserved Richard Clay & Sons, Limited, LONDON AND BUNGAY.
Reuben Sachs was the pride of his family.
After a highly successful career at one of the great London day-schools, he had gone up on a scholarship to the University, where, if indeed he had chosen to turn aside from the beaten paths of academic distinction, he had made good use of his time in more ways than one.
The fact that he was a Jew had proved no bar to his popularity; he had gained many desirable friends and had, to some extent, shaken off the provincialism inevitable to one born and bred in the Jewish community.
At the bar, to which in due course he was called, his usual good fortune did not desert him.
Before he was twenty-five he had begun to be spoken of as “rising”; and at twenty-six, by unsuccessfully contesting a hard-fought election, had attracted to himself attention of another sort. He had no objection, he said, to the woolsack; but a career of political distinction was growing slowly but surely to be his leading aim in life.
“He will never starve,” said his mother, shrugging her shoulders with a comfortable consciousness of safe investments; “and he must marry money. But Reuben can be trusted to do nothing rash.” In the midst of so much that was highly promising, his health had broken down suddenly, and he had gone off grumbling to the antipodes.
It was a case of over-work, of over-strain, of nervous break-down, said the doctors; no doubt a sea-voyage would set him right again, but he must be careful of himself in the future.
“More than half my nervous patients are recruited from the ranks of the Jews,” said the great physician whom Reuben consulted. “You pay the penalty of too high a civilization.”
“On the other hand,” Reuben answered, “we never die; so we may be said to have our compensations.”