They were ridiculed by the populace in Boston, and a good many fights were the consequence.

They were driven from the streets, and in the afternoon a lot of roughs took hold of a long rope, as if they belonged to an engine company, ran out to Cambridge across the bridge, and proposed to attack the college buildings.
Old Quin gathered the students together at the gate and told the boys to keep within the yard and not to attack anybody unless they were attacked, but to permit none of those men to come within the gate.

The old fellow was ready to head the students and a fight was expected.

But the police gathered, and finally the Boston roughs were persuaded to depart in peace.
The old gentleman's heart always warmed to the son of an old Federalist.

I had to visit his study a good many times, I regret to say, to receive some well-deserved admonitions.
But the interview always ended in an inquiry after my father and some jolly, or at least kindly utterance about myself.
One of my classmates gave an account in rhyme of one of these interviews which I wish I could repeat.