very well of him in Leadenhall Street, where the representatives of
Hobson Brothers were of course East India proprietors, and until he
remitted considerable sums of money to England, that the bankers his
brethren began to be reconciled to him.

I say, do not let us be hard upon them. No people are so ready to give a
man a bad name as his own kinsfolk; and having made him that present,
they are ever most unwilling to take it back again. If they give him
nothing else in the days of his difficulty, he may be sure of their pity,
and that he is held up as an example to his young cousins to avoid. If he
loses his money they call him poor fellow, and point morals out of him.
If he falls among thieves, the respectable Pharisees of his race turn
their heads aside and leave him penniless and bleeding. They clap him on
the back kindly enough when he returns, after shipwreck, with money in
his pocket. How naturally Joseph's brothers made salaams to him, and
admired him, and did him honour, when they found the poor outcast a prime
minister, and worth ever so much money! Surely human nature is not much
altered since the days of those primeval Jews. We would not thrust
brother Joseph down a well and sell him bodily, but--but if he has
scrambled out of a well of his own digging, and got out of his early
bondage into renown and credit, at least we applaud him and respect him,
and are proud of Joseph as a member of the family.

Little Clive was the innocent and lucky object upon whom the increasing
affection of the Newcomes for their Indian brother was exhibited. When he
was first brought home a sickly child, consigned to his maternal aunt,
the kind old maiden lady at Brighton, Hobson Brothers scarce took any
notice of the little man, but left him to the entire superintendence of his
own family. Then there came a large remittance from his father, and the
child was asked by Uncle Newcome at Christmas. Then his father's name was