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chap, necessary for them to form, as if for the purpose of repelling a— charge of cavalry, and to present a forest of pikes to the mob.

The thousands who were disappointed of their revenge pur-sued the coach, with howls of rage, to the gate of the Tower,brandishing cudgels, and holding up halters full in the pri-soner’s view. The wretched man meantime was in convulsionsof terror. He wrung his hands; he looked wildly out, some-times at one window, sometimes at the other, and was heardeven above the tumult, crying “Keep them off, gentlemen!

For God’s sake keep them off!” At length, having sufferedfar more than the bitterness of death, he was safely lodged inthe fortress where some of his most illustrious victims hadpassed their last days, and where his own life was destined toclose in unspeakable ignominy and horror.*

All this time an active search was making after RomanCatholic priests. Many were arrested. Two Bishops, EllisandLeyburn, were sent to Newgate. The Nuncio, who hadlittle reason to expect that either his spiritual or his politicalcharacter would be respected by the multitude, made hisescape disguised as a lacquey in the train of the minister ofthe Duke of Savoy.**

Tho Irish Another day of agitation and terror closed, and was fol-Nlght ’ lowed by a night the strangest and most terrible that Englandhad ever seen. Early in the evening an attack was made bythe rabble on a stately house which had been built a fewmonths before for Lord Powis, which in the reign of Georgothe Second was the residence of the Duke of Newcastle, andwhich is still conspicuous at the northwestern angle of Lin-coln’s Inn Fields. Some troops were sent thither: the mobwas dispersed, tranquillity seemed to be restored, and thecitizens were retiring quietly to their beds. Just at this timearose a whisper which swelled fast into a fearful clamour,passed in an hour from Piccadilly to Whitechapel, and spreadinto every street and alley of the capital. It was said that the ‘I

* North’s Life of Guildford, 220.; Jeffreys’ Elegy; Lultrell’s Diary; ,

Oldmixon, 162. Oldmixon was in the crowd, and was, I doubt not, oneof the most furious there. He tells the story well. Ellis Correspondence;Burnet, i. 191. and Onslow’s note.

*■ Adda, Dec. ft.; Citters, Dec. if.