He paused. I assured him of my regard: I assured him that I had long since
got rid of all the foolish prejudices of my childhood. I thanked him for
the kindness and generosity he had shown in bearing Mowbray's persecution
for my sake, and in giving up his own situation, rather than say or do what
might have exposed me to ridicule.

Thanking me again for taking, as he said, such a kind interest in the
concerns of a poor Jew like him, he added, with tears in his eyes, that he
wished he might some time see me again: that he should to the last day of
his life remember me, and should pray for my health and happiness, and that
he was sorry he had no way of showing me his gratitude. Again he recurred
to his box, and would open it to show me the translation of Mendelssohn's
Life; or, if that did not interest me, he begged of me to take my choice
from among a few books he had with him; perhaps one of them might amuse me
on my journey, for he knew I was a _reading young gentleman_.

I could not refuse him. As he opened the packet of books, I saw one
directed to Mr. Israel Lyons, Cambridge. I told Jacob that I was going to
Cambridge. He said he should be there in a few days, for that he took
Cambridge in his road; and he rejoiced that he should see me again. I gave
him a direction to my college, and for his gratification, in truth, more
than for my own, I borrowed the magazine containing the life of
Mendelssohn, which he was so anxious to lend me. We had now reached the
coach at the top of the hill; I got in, and saw Jacob trudging after me for
some time; but, at the first turn of the road, I lost sight of him, and
then, as my two companions in the coach were not very entertaining, one of
them, a great fat man, being fast asleep and snoring, the other, a pale
spare woman, being very sick and very cross, I betook myself to my
magazine. I soon perceived why the life of Mendelssohn had so deeply
interested poor Jacob. Mendelssohn was a Jew, born like himself in abject