police, until nine o'clock, when a reinforcement came yelling down Varick
Street, armed with stones and brick-bats. These charged, without halting,
so furiously on the police-officers, and the few watchmen stationed there,
that, bruised and bleeding, they were compelled to flee for their lives.
The next moment stones rattled like hail against the church, and, in a few
minutes, the remaining windows were smashed in. The police rallied when
they reached Beach Street, and hurried off a messenger to the City Hall
for the military. In the meantime, loud shouts were heard in the direction
of Spring Street, and with answering shouts the mob left the church, and
rushed yelling like Indians to the spot. A vast crowd was in front of a
church there, under the care of Rev. Mr. Ludlow, another Abolitionist, and
had already commenced the work of destruction. They had torn down the
fence surrounding it, and were demolishing the windows. Through them they
made an entrance, and tore down the pulpit, ripped up the seats, and made
a wreck of everything destructible without the aid of fire. The session-
room shared the same fate, and the splintered wreck of both was carried in
their arms, and on their shoulders, out of doors, and piled into
barricades in the street on both sides of the building, to stop the
anticipated charge of cavalry. Carts, hauled furiously along by the mob,
were drawn up behind this, and chained together, making a formidable
obstruction. They then rung the bell furiously, in order to bring out the
firemen. The watch-house bell in Prince Street gave a few answering
strokes, but information being received of what was going on, it ceased,
and the firemen did not come out. It was now near eleven o'clock, when,
all at once, an unearthly yell arose from the immense throng. Word had
passed through it that the military was approaching. Pandemonium seemed
suddenly to have broken loose, and shouts, and yells, and oaths arose from
five thousand throats, as the men sprung behind their barricades. It was a
moonless night, but the stars were shining brightly, and, in their light,
the sheen of nearly a thousand bayonets made the street look like a lane