to such a set of fellows? I would rather have sat there all the day
long."

The assembling of the military in this street was to defend the
dwellings of Mr. Kitchener and Mr. Heron, both these gentlemen being
Roman Catholics. Mr. Kitchener (who was the father of Dr. Kitchener, the
author of the _Cook's Oracle_) was an eminent coal merchant, whose wharf
was by the river-side southward, behind Beaufort Buildings, then called
Worcester Grounds[1], as the lane leading to it was called Worcester
Lane: but Mr. Kitchener, or his successor Mr. Cox, endeavoured to change
it by having "Beaufort Wharf" painted on their wagons. Thus the name
"Worcester Grounds" got lost; but the lane which bore the same name got
no advantage by the change, for it received the appropriate title of
"Dirty Lane," used only for carts and horses, foot passengers reaching
the wharf by the steps at the bottom of Fountain Court and Beaufort
Buildings.

But to return to my narrative. My parents soon removed us out of this
scene of public confusion, to the house of a relative residing at St.
Pancras: and well do I remember the painful interest with which, as soon
as it got dark, the whole family of my uncle used to go on the roof of
the house and count the number of fires, guessing the place of each. The
alarm was so great, though at a distance, that it was always late before
the family retired to rest. I remained at St. Pancras until the riots
had been subdued and peace restored; and now, though very many matters
crowd my mind, as report after report then reached us, I will leave them
to record only what I personally saw and heard.

Before the vacation was ended, the trials of the prisoners had
proceeded, and I went to a friend's house to see some condemned ones