supply of paving-stones, they rallied, and once more advanced on the
troops. A second volley, more murderous than the first, sent them crowding
back on each other in terror. The troops now wheeled, and formed line
again in front of the Opera House. It had got to be eleven o'clock, and
more troops were ordered up, with two cannon. The mob, though dismayed,
still refused to retire, and hung sullen and threatening as a thunder-
cloud on the skirts of the military, and a third volley was poured into
them. The rioters now separated, and fell back into the darkness, when the
troops were ordered to fire the fourth time, in different directions--one
wing down Eighth Street, and the other into Lafayette Place. This last
volley, judging from the testimony of reliable witnesses, was altogether
needless. The conflict was over.

A lawyer of Wall Street, noted for his philanthropy and kindness, resided
in Fourth Avenue, and being informed by a friend, late in the evening,
that men were lying dead and wounded in Astor Place, he hastened down to
see if he could be of any assistance to the poor creatures. Reaching
Lafayette Place, he saw in the dim light a line of soldiers drawn up,
though he saw no mob, only a few scattered men, who seemed to be
spectators. Suddenly he heard the order to fire, and the next moment came
a flash and report. He could not imagine what they were firing at; but
suddenly he felt his arm numb, and the next moment he grew faint and
dropped on the sidewalk, his arm broken to shivers. The brother of a well-
known banker was shot in Broadway by a random bullet; and a man, while
stepping out of a car in Third Avenue, was shot dead. Other innocent
persons fell victims, as they always must, if they will hang on the skirts
of a mob from curiosity. Men anxious to witness a fight must take the
chances of getting hurt.

Great excitement followed; an indignation meeting was called in the Park,