crowd,
braving everything, rushed forward and carried him away to an hospital.

During this, I had established myself on the top of a lamp-post, which
gave me a full view, not only of all the proceedings of the mob, but
of the different arrivals as they drew up at the door of the House. The
carriage whose approach was signalized by all these disasters, had now
reached the colonnade. The steps were lowered, and a young man of the
very handsomest and most elegant appearance descended slowly from the
chariot. His dress was in the height of the reigning fashion, but withal
had a certain negligence that bespoke one who less paid attention to
toilette, than that his costume was a thing of course, which could not
but be, like all about him, in the most perfect taste. In his hand he
held a white handkerchief, which, as he carelessly shook, the perfume
floated over the savage-looking, half-naked crowd around. He turned to
give some directions to his coachman; and at the same moment a dead cat
was hurled by some one in the crowd and struck him on the breast, a cry
of exultation rending the very air in welcome of this ruffian act.
As for him, he slowly moved his face round towards the mob, and as he
brushed the dirt from his coat with his kerchief, he be, stowed on them
one look so full of immeasurable heartfelt contempt that they actually
quailed beneath it. The cry grew fainter and fainter, and it was only as
he turned to enter the House that they recovered self-possession enough
to renew their insulting shout. I did not need to ask the name, for the
yell of "Bloody Castlereagh" shook the very air.

"Make way there! make way, boys!" shouted a rough voice from the crowd;
and a roar of laughter, that seemed to burst from the entire street,
answered the command, and the same instant a large burly figure advanced
through a lane made for him in the crowd, mopping his great bullet head
with a bright scarlet handkerchief.

"Long life to you, Mr. Egan!" shouted one. "Three cheers for Bully Egan,
boys!" cried another; and the appeal was responded to at once.

"Make way, you blackguards! make way, I say," said Egan, affecting to
be displeased at this display of his popularity; "don't you see who's
coming?"

Every eye was turned at once towards Daly's Clubhouse, in which
direction he pointed; but it was some minutes before the dense crowd
would permit anything to be seen. Suddenly, however, a cheer arose
wilder and louder than any I