As the cart was about to glide from under them, it was observed that they stood with their faces from, not to, the house they had assisted to despoil; and their misery was protracted that this omission might be remedied.

Another boy was hanged in Bow Street; other young lads in various quarters of the town.

Four wretched women, too, were put to death.

In a word, those who suffered as rioters were, for the most part, the weakest, meanest, and most miserable among them.

It was a most exquisite satire upon the false religious cry which had led to so much misery, that some of these people owned themselves to be Catholics, and begged to be attended by their own priests.
One young man was hanged in Bishopsgate Street, whose aged grey-headed father waited for him at the gallows, kissed him at its foot when he arrived, and sat there, on the ground, till they took him down.