'Think for a moment, only think, how dishonouring such a superstition is to the Creator.' 'Madam!' said the Jew in utmost surprise.
'Consider how wrong such a superstition is,' she said.

'What virtue can there be in a stone, or a piece of metal, or an inscription?
None.

They are as dead and powerless as the idols of the heathen; and to put the faith in any such thing that we ought to put in God's providence, is to dishonour Him.

It grieves me to think that you, or any other intelligent man, could believe in such a superstition.' 'Madam,' said the Jew again, 'these things are as we think of them.

You think one way and I another.' 'But you think wrongly.