of it, that oppressively shadowed his vanquisher:

The Daniel Lambert of Cities: the Female Annuitant of Nations:--and such
like, wretched stuff, proper to Colney Durance, easily dispersed and
out-laughed when we have our vigour. We have as much as we need of it
in summoning a contemptuous Pooh to our lips, with a shrug at venomous
dyspepsia.

Nevertheless, a malignant sketch of Colney's, in the which Hengist
and Horsa, our fishy Saxon originals, in modern garb of liveryman and
gaitered squire, flat-headed, paunchy, assiduously servile, are shown
blacking Ben-Israel's boots and grooming the princely stud of the Jew,
had come so near to Victor Radnor's apprehensions of a possible, if not
an impending, consummation, that the ghastly vision of the Jew Dominant
in London City, over England, over Europe, America, the world (a picture
drawn in literary sepia by Colney: with our poor hang neck population
uncertain about making a bell-rope of the forelock to the Satyr-snouty
master; and the Norman Lord de Warenne handing him for a lump sum son
and daughter, both to be Hebraized in their different ways), fastened on
the most mercurial of patriotic men, and gave him a whole-length plunge
into despondency.

It lasted nearly a minute. His recovery was not in this instance due
to the calling on himself for the rescue of an ancient and glorious
country; nor altogether to the spectacle of the shipping, over the
parapet, to his right: the hundreds of masts rising out of the merchant
river; London's unrivalled mezzotint and the City' rhetorician's
inexhaustible argument: he gained it rather from the imperious demand of
an animated and thirsty frame for novel impressions. Commonly he was
too hot with his business, and airy fancies above it when crossing the
bridge, to reflect in freshness on its wonders; though a phrase could
spring him alive to them; a suggestion of the Foreigner, jealous,
condemned to admire in despair of outstripping, like Satan worsted;
or when a Premier's fine inflation magnified the scene at City
banquets--exciting while audible, if a waggery in memory; or when
England's cherished Bard, the Leading Article, blew bellows, and wind
primed the lieges.

That a phrase on any other subject was of much the same effect, in
relation to it, may be owned; he was lightly kindled. The scene,
however, had a sharp sparkle of attractiveness at the instant. Down went
the twirling horizontal pillars of a strong tide from the ar