The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 228: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVI MR. SAMUEL EMANUEL In one of the principal streets of that perfect maze or network of thoroughfares, so narrow and so crowded, which constitute the City of London, stood the immense establish- ment of Mr. Samuel Emanuel, the great clothier. The reader will not require to be informed that this indi- vidual was of the Hebrew race; nor, if we be compelled to say anything to his disparagement, must it be presumed that _ we are holding him up as an invariable type of his nation. It is nothing of the sort. We yield to no one, we may without vanity affirm, in enlightened opinions with respect to the Jews, and we have the conviction that there are many excel- lent persons amongst them, as well as many admirable traits in their national character. But there are good and bad of all kinds and species in this world, — good and bad Chris- tians, good and bad Mussulmans, good and bad Buddhists, and therefore why not bad Israelites as well as good ones? We will even go farther, and we will affirm that within the range of our own experience we have met persons professing Christianity, of a viler stamp of rascality, and capable of more unmitigated scoundrelism, than ever we discovered a Jew to be guilty of. Mr. Samuel Emanuel was the proprietor, as we have said, of an immense clothing mart. He had spent thousands and thousands of pounds in advertising it, and had puffed himself up into an amazing notoriety. Nota wooden hoarding about London that was not covered with his placards. If you took your seat in an omnibus, a shower of little books, neatly stitched, would suddenly rain in upon you, and on picking one up, you immediately recognized the superb frontage of Mr. Samuel Emanuel’s establishment in the form 201 ECORNICLOOKS (C(O)