certain, that when a man once goes to the Jews, he soon goes to the devil.
So Harrington, my boy, I charge you at your peril, whatever else you do,
keep out of the hands of the Jews--never go near the Jews: if once they
catch hold of you, there's an end of you, my boy."

Had the reasons for the prudential part of this charge been given to me,
and had the nature of the disgraceful transactions with the Hebrew nation
been explained, it would have been full as useful to me, and rather more
just to them. But this was little or no concern of my father's. With some
practical skill in the management of the mind, but with short-sighted views
as to its permanent benefit, and without an idea of its philosophic moral
cultivation, he next undertook to cure me of the fears which he had
contributed to create. He took opportunities of pointing out how poor, how
helpless, how wretched they are; how they are abused continually, insulted
daily, and mocked by the lowest of servants, or the least of children in
our streets; their very name a by-word of reproach: "He is a Jew--an actual
Jew," being the expression for avarice, hard-heartedness, and fraud. Of
their frauds I was told innumerable stories. In short, the Jews were
represented to me as the lowest, meanest, vilest of mankind, and a
conversion of fear into contempt was partially effected in my mind;
partially, I say, for the conversion was not complete; the two sentiments
existed together, and by an experienced eye, could easily be detected and
seen even one through the other.

Now whoever knows any thing of the passions--and who is there who does
not?--must be aware how readily fear and contempt run into the kindred
feeling of hatred. It was about this time, just before I went to school,
that something relative to the famous _Jew Bill_ became the subject of
vehement discussion at my father's table. My father was not only a member
of parliament, but a man of some consequence with his party. He had usually