for example, what's his name, and what is he?" "I cannot tell you what he
is, sir," replied Jacob, changing colour, "nor can I tell you his name."

"Cannot tell me the name of his own father! a precious fellow! Didn't I
tell you 'twas a sham father? So now for the roasting I owe you, Mr. Jew."
There was a large fire in the school-room; Mowbray, by a concerted movement
between him and his friends, shoved the Jew close to the fire, and
barricadoed him up, so that he could not escape, bidding him speak when he
was too hot, and confess the truth.

Jacob was resolutely silent; he would not tell his father's name. He stood
it, till I could stand it no longer, and I insisted upon Mowbray's letting
him off.

"I could not use a dog so," said I.

"A dog, no! nor I; but this is a Jew."

"A fellow-creature," said I.

"A fine discovery! And pray, Harrington, what has made you so
tender-hearted all of a sudden for the Jews?"

"Your being so hard-hearted, Mowbray," said I: "when you persecute and
torture this poor fellow, how can I help speaking?"

"And pray, sir," said Mowbray, "on _which_ side are you speaking?"

"On the side of humanity," said I.