Robertson. Alexander Ming, Jr. Warden Hayward. Elijah F. Crane.

NEW YORK, _Feb_. 10_th_, 1837.

The idle crowd had all day Sunday to talk over this call. Everywhere knots
of men were seen gathered before these placards--some spelling out slowly,
and with great difficulty, the words for themselves--others reading the
call to those unable to read it. The groggeries were filled with excited
men, talking over the meeting, and interspersing their oaths with copious
draughts of liquor, and threatening openly to teach these rich oppressors
a lesson they would not soon forget.

There was something ominous in the hour selected for the meeting; four
o'clock in February meant night, before it would get under full headway.
It was evident that the leaders did not mean the meeting to be one of mere
speech-making. They knew that under cover of darkness, men could be
incited to do what in broad daylight they would be afraid to undertake.

Before the time appointed, a crowd began to assemble, the character of
which boded no good. Dirty, ragged, and rough-looking, as they flowed from
different quarters together into the inclosure, those who composed it were
evidently a mob already made to hand.

At length, four or five thousand shivering wretches were gathered in front
of the City Hall. Moses Jacques, a man who would make a good French
Communist to-day, was chosen chairman. But this motley multitude had no
idea or respect for order, or regular proceedings, and they broke up into
different groups, each pushing forward its favorite orator.

One of the strangest freaks of this meeting, was an address to a