heard the words, "Jacob! Jacob! Escape!" repeated near me.

But, instead of escaping, he stood stock still, reiterating his prayer to
be heard: at last he rushed between us--we paused--both parties called to
us, insisting that we should hear what the Jew had to say.

"Young Lord--," said he, "and _dear_ young gentleman," turning to me, "let
poor Jacob be no more cause now, or ever, of quarrel between you. He shall
trouble you never more. This is the last day, the last minute he will ever
trouble you."

He bowed. Looking round to all, twice to the upper circle, where his
friends stood, he added, "Much obliged--for all kindness--grateful.
Blessings!--Blessings on all!--and may--"

He could say no more; but hastily taking up his box, he retired through
the opening crowd. The door closed after him. Both parties stood silent for
a moment, till Mowbray exclaimed, "Huzza! Dutton for ever! We've won the
day. Dutton for Thursday! Huzza! Huzza! Adieu! Adieu!--_Wandering Jew!_"

No one echoed his adieu or his huzzas. I never saw man or boy look more
vexed and mortified. All further combat between us ceased, the boys one and
all taking my part and insisting upon peace. The next day Mowbray offered
to lay any wager that Jacob the Jew would appear again on the ensuing
Thursday; and that he would tell his father's name, or at least come
provided, as Mowbray stated it, with a name for his father. These wagers
were taken up, and bets ran high on the subject. Thursday was anxiously
expected--Thursday arrived, but no Jacob. The next Thursday came--another,
and another--and no Jacob!