fragments, arriving by different streets, came together in front of Dr.
Cox's house, in Charlton Street.

The doctor, however, was not at home. He had received warnings and threats
from various quarters, and knowing, from the fate of Lewis Tappan's house,
what that of his own would be, he had, during the day, quietly removed his
furniture, and in the afternoon put his family on board of a steamboat,
and left the city.

The mob found the door barricaded, but they broke it open, and began to
smash the windows and blinds of the lower story. Before, however, they had
begun to sack the house, police-officers and watchmen, with two
detachments of horse, arrived and dislodged them. They did not, however,
disperse. A more dangerous and determined spirit was getting possession of
them than they had before evinced. Crowding back on each other, they
packed the street east, within four blocks of Broadway. Seizing some
carts, they made a hasty barricade of them across the streets, while a
neighboring fence supplied them with clubs. A large number were armed with
paving-stones, which they would smite loudly together, saying in deep
undertones, "_all together_." As they thus stood savagely at bay, a
collision seemed inevitable, and had they been attacked, would doubtless
have made a desperate fight. But being let alone they slowly dispersed. A
portion, however, though it was now late at night, could not retire
without venting a little more spite, and returning to the church, broke in
some more windows.

Dr. Cox came back to his house next morning, to see if it was safe. As he
left the mutilated building, a crowd of boys, who were looking at the
ruins, immediately gave chase to him with yells and derisive laughter, and
pressed him so closely, at the same time hurling dirty missiles at him,