the corners of the by-streets, but the events of the night before; and as
evening came on, a crowd began to assemble in front of the battered,
dilapidated house of Lewis Tappan. Another attack was imminent, when the
police came up and dispersed them. They had not, however, abandoned the
purpose for which they had assembled.

The little band of Abolitionists, that the year before had been composed
mostly of comparatively obscure men, had now increased both in numbers and
men of influence. Persecution had produced its usual effects--advanced the
cause it designed to destroy. Among other well-known citizens who had
joined their ranks were the two brothers, Dr. Abraham Cox, M.D., and Dr.
Samuel Cox, the latter, pastor of Laight Street Church, and one of the
most popular preachers of the city. Though opposed by a large majority of
his congregation, he had become known as a bold, outspoken man against
slavery; and now the mob, bent on mischief, streamed across the city
toward his church. It was dark, and as they gathered in a black, dense
mass in front of it, suddenly, as if by a common impulse, a loud yell
broke forth, and the next moment a shower of stones and brick-bats fell on
the windows. Babel was now let loose, and, amid the crashing of window-
glass, arose every variety of sound and all kinds of calls, interspersed
with oaths and curses on "Abolitionists and niggers."

Shrieks of laughter and obscene epithets helped to swell the uproar. It
was evident they would not be satisfied until they left the church a ruin;
but at this critical moment, the Mayor, Justice Lowndes, the District
Attorney, and a posse of police officers and watchmen arrived on the
ground. Expecting trouble, they had arranged to be ready at a moment's
warning to hasten to any threatened point. Their unexpected presence
frightened the crowd, and fearing arrest, they slunk away in squads, and
the danger seemed over. But, evidently by previous arrangement, the broken