The streets were lighted by oil lamps and by candles in the windows of the houses.
In Cornhill they came upon a larger and more violent assemblage of the same kind.

They made their way through it and saw beyond, a captain, a corporal and six private soldiers standing, face to face, with the crowd.

Men were jeering at them; boys hurling abusive epithets.

The boys, as they are apt to do, reflected, with some exaggeration, the passions of their elders.

It was a crowd of rough fellows--mostly wharfmen and sailors.