The mob had not contented themselves with the horrid yells that they heard, but had been pelting them with hard turf, stones, and brickbats.

From one of these my father received a blow on the side of his head, which came with such force as to stagger and almost to stun him; but he kept himself from falling, knowing that if he once fell he would be trampled under foot.

He walked on steadily till he came within a few yards of the inn, when one of the mob seized hold of Major Eustace by the collar.

My father seeing the windows of the inn open, called with a loud voice, "Major Eustace is in danger!" 'The officers, who were at dinner, and who till that moment had supposed the noise in the street to be only drunken rejoicings, immediately ran out and rescued Major Eustace and my father.

At the sight of British officers and drawn swords, the populace gave way, and dispersed in different directions.
'The preparation for the illumination then went on as if nothing had intervened.