Thus the streets leading to the church being thronged, the Protestants who pushed their way through were greeted with insulting remarks, and even the president of the Consistory, whose white, hair and dignified expression had no effect upon the mob, heard the people round him saying, "These brigands of Protestants are going again to their temple, but we shall soon give them enough of it." The anger of the populace soon grows hot; between the first bubble and the boiling-point the interval is short.

Threats spoken in a low voice were soon succeeded by noisy objurgations.

Women, children, and men brake out into yells, "Down with the broilers!" (for this was one of the names by which the Protestants were designated).

"Down with the broilers! We do not want to see them using our churches: let them give us back our churches; let them give us back our churches, and go to the desert.

Out with them! Out with them! To the desert! To the desert!" As the crowd did not go beyond words, however insulting, and as the Protestants were long inured to much worse things, they plodded along to their meeting-house, humble and silent, and went in, undeterred by the displeasure they aroused, whereupon the service commenced.
But some Catholics went in with them, and soon the same shouts which had been heard without were heard also within.