A painter, a friend of ours, who had been that day at our house, copying some old family portraits, happened to be in the street at that instant, and called out to the mob, "Gentlemen, it is yellow! Gentlemen, it is not orange!" In consequence of this happy distinction they let go the coachman; and the same man who had mounted guard at the gate, came up with his friends, rescued the carriage, and surrounding the coachman with their pikes brought him safely into the yard.

The pole of the carriage having been broken in the first onset, the housekeeper could not leave Edgeworth Town till morning.

She passed the night in walking up and down, listening and watching, but the rebels returned no more, and thus our house was saved by the gratitude of a single individual.
'We had scarcely time to rejoice in the escape of our housekeeper and safety of our house, when we found that new dangers arose even from this escape.

The house being saved created jealousy and suspicion in the minds of many, who at this time saw everything through the mist of party prejudice.

The dislike to my father's corps appeared every hour more strong.