. The autobiography of Leigh Hunt, with reminiscences of friends and contemporaries, and with Thornton Hunt's introduction and postscript, newly edited by Roger Ingpen. Illustrated with portraits . he synagogue did me, I conceive, agreat deal of good. They served to universalize mynotions of religion, and to keep them unbigoted. Itnever became necessary to remind me that Jesus washimself a Jew. I have also retained through life arespectful notion of the Jews as a body. There were some school rhymes about pork upon afork, and the Jews going to prison. At Easter, astrip of bordered paper was stu
. The autobiography of Leigh Hunt, with reminiscences of friends and contemporaries, and with Thornton Hunt's introduction and postscript, newly edited by Roger Ingpen. Illustrated with portraits . he synagogue did me, I conceive, agreat deal of good. They served to universalize mynotions of religion, and to keep them unbigoted. Itnever became necessary to remind me that Jesus washimself a Jew. I have also retained through life arespectful notion of the Jews as a body. There were some school rhymes about pork upon afork, and the Jews going to prison. At Easter, astrip of bordered paper was stuck on the breast ofevery boy, containing the words He is risen. It didnot give us the slightest thought of what it only reminded us of an old rhyme, which some ofthe boys used to go about the school repeating:— He is risen, he is risen,All the Jews must go to prison. A beautiful Christian deduction ; Thus has charityitself been converted into a spirit of antagonism ; andthus it is that the antagonism, in the progress of know-ledge, becomes first a pastime and then a jest. I never forgot the Jews synagogue, their music,their tabernacle, and the courtesy with which strangers 112. SCHOOL-DAYS were allowed to see it. I had the pleasure, before Ileft school, of becoming acquainted with some membersof their community, who were extremely liberaltowards other opinions, and who, nevertheless, enter-tained a sense of the Supreme Being far more rever-ential than I had observed in any Christian, my motherexcepted. My feelings towards them received addi-tional encouragement from the respect shown to theirhistory in the paintings of Mr. West, who was anythingbut a bigot himself, and who often had Jews to sit tohim. I contemplated Moses and Aaron, and the youngLevites, by the sweet light of his picture-rooms, whereeverybody trod about in stillness, as though it were akind of holy ground ; and if I met a Rabbi in the street,he seemed to me a man coming, not from Bishops-gate or S
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