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<h2> Chapter 49 </h2>
<p>The mob had been divided from its first assemblage into four divisions;
the London, the Westminster, the Southwark, and the Scotch. Each of these
divisions being subdivided into various bodies, and these bodies being
drawn up in various forms and figures, the general arrangement was, except
to the few chiefs and leaders, as unintelligible as the plan of a great
battle to the meanest soldier in the field. It was not without its method,
however; for, in a very short space of time after being put in motion, the
crowd had resolved itself into three great parties, and were prepared, as
had been arranged, to cross the river by different bridges, and make for
the House of Commons in separate detachments.</p>
<p>At the head of that division which had Westminster Bridge for its approach
to the scene of action, Lord George Gordon took his post; with Gashford at
his right hand, and sundry ruffians, of most unpromising appearance,
forming a kind of staff about him. The conduct of a second party, whose
route lay by Blackfriars, was entrusted to a committee of management,
including perhaps a dozen men: while the third, which was to go by London
Bridge, and through the main streets, in order that their numbers and
their serious intentions might be the better known and appreciated by the
citizens, were led by Simon Tappertit (assisted by a few subalterns,
selected from the Brotherhood of United Bulldogs), Dennis the hangman,
Hugh, and some others.</p>
<p>The word of command being given, each of these great bodies took the road
assigned to it, and departed on its way, in perfect order and profound
silence. That which went through the City greatly exceeded the others in
number, and was of such prodigious extent that when the rear began to
move, the front was nearly four miles in advance, notwithstanding that the
men marched three abreast and followed very close upon each other.</p>
<p>At the head of this party, in the place where Hugh, in the madness of his
humour, had stationed him, and walking between that dangerous companion
and the hangman, went Barnaby; as many a man among the thousands who
looked on that day afterwards remembered well. Forgetful of all other
things in the ecstasy of the moment, his face flushed and his eyes
sparkling with delight, heedless of the weight of the great banner he
carried, and mindful only of its flashing in the sun and rustling in the
summer breeze, on he went, proud, happy, elated past all telling:—the
only light-hearted, undesigning creature, in the whole assembly.</p>
<p>‘What do you think of this?’ asked Hugh, as they passed through the
crowded streets, and looked up at the windows which were thronged with
spectators. ‘They have all turned out to see our flags and streamers? Eh,
Barnaby? Why, Barnaby’s the greatest man of all the pack! His flag’s the
largest of the lot, the brightest too. There’s nothing in the show, like
Barnaby. All eyes are turned on him. Ha ha ha!’</p>
<p>‘Don’t make that din, brother,’ growled the hangman, glancing with no very
approving eyes at Barnaby as he spoke: ‘I hope he don’t think there’s
nothing to be done, but carrying that there piece of blue rag, like a boy
at a breaking up. You’re ready for action I hope, eh? You, I mean,’ he
added, nudging Barnaby roughly with his elbow. ‘What are you staring at?
Why don’t you speak?’</p>
<p>Barnaby had been gazing at his flag, and looked vacantly from his
questioner to Hugh.</p>
<p>‘He don’t understand your way,’ said the latter. ‘Here, I’ll explain it to
him. Barnaby old boy, attend to me.’</p>
<p>‘I’ll attend,’ said Barnaby, looking anxiously round; ‘but I wish I could
see her somewhere.’</p>
<p>‘See who?’ demanded Dennis in a gruff tone. ‘You an’t in love I hope,
brother? That an’t the sort of thing for us, you know. We mustn’t have no
love here.’</p>
<p>‘She would be proud indeed to see me now, eh Hugh?’ said Barnaby.
‘Wouldn’t it make her glad to see me at the head of this large show? She’d
cry for joy, I know she would. Where CAN she be? She never sees me at my
best, and what do I care to be gay and fine if SHE’S not by?’</p>
<p>‘Why, what palaver’s this?’ asked Mr Dennis with supreme disdain. ‘We an’t
got no sentimental members among us, I hope.’</p>
<p>‘Don’t be uneasy, brother,’ cried Hugh, ‘he’s only talking of his mother.’</p>
<p>‘Of his what?’ said Mr Dennis with a strong oath.</p>
<p>‘His mother.’</p>
<p>‘And have I combined myself with this here section, and turned out on this
here memorable day, to hear men talk about their mothers!’ growled Mr
Dennis with extreme disgust. ‘The notion of a man’s sweetheart’s bad
enough, but a man’s mother!’—and here his disgust was so extreme
that he spat upon the ground, and could say no more.</p>
<p>‘Barnaby’s right,’ cried Hugh with a grin, ‘and I say it. Lookee, bold
lad. If she’s not here to see, it’s because I’ve provided for her, and
sent half-a-dozen gentlemen, every one of ‘em with a blue flag (but not
half as fine as yours), to take her, in state, to a grand house all hung
round with gold and silver banners, and everything else you please, where
she’ll wait till you come, and want for nothing.’</p>
<p>‘Ay!’ said Barnaby, his face beaming with delight: ‘have you indeed?
That’s a good hearing. That’s fine! Kind Hugh!’</p>
<p>‘But nothing to what will come, bless you,’ retorted Hugh, with a wink at
Dennis, who regarded his new companion in arms with great astonishment.</p>
<p>‘No, indeed?’ cried Barnaby.</p>
<p>‘Nothing at all,’ said Hugh. ‘Money, cocked hats and feathers, red coats
and gold lace; all the fine things there are, ever were, or will be; will
belong to us if we are true to that noble gentleman—the best man in
the world—carry our flags for a few days, and keep ‘em safe. That’s
all we’ve got to do.’</p>
<p>‘Is that all?’ cried Barnaby with glistening eyes, as he clutched his pole
the tighter; ‘I warrant you I keep this one safe, then. You have put it in
good hands. You know me, Hugh. Nobody shall wrest this flag away.’</p>
<p>‘Well said!’ cried Hugh. ‘Ha ha! Nobly said! That’s the old stout Barnaby,
that I have climbed and leaped with, many and many a day—I knew I
was not mistaken in Barnaby.—Don’t you see, man,’ he added in a
whisper, as he slipped to the other side of Dennis, ‘that the lad’s a
natural, and can be got to do anything, if you take him the right way?
Letting alone the fun he is, he’s worth a dozen men, in earnest, as you’d
find if you tried a fall with him. Leave him to me. You shall soon see
whether he’s of use or not.’</p>
<p>Mr Dennis received these explanatory remarks with many nods and winks, and
softened his behaviour towards Barnaby from that moment. Hugh, laying his
finger on his nose, stepped back into his former place, and they proceeded
in silence.</p>
<p>It was between two and three o’clock in the afternoon when the three great
parties met at Westminster, and, uniting into one huge mass, raised a
tremendous shout. This was not only done in token of their presence, but
as a signal to those on whom the task devolved, that it was time to take
possession of the lobbies of both Houses, and of the various avenues of
approach, and of the gallery stairs. To the last-named place, Hugh and
Dennis, still with their pupil between them, rushed straightway; Barnaby
having given his flag into the hands of one of their own party, who kept
them at the outer door. Their followers pressing on behind, they were
borne as on a great wave to the very doors of the gallery, whence it was
impossible to retreat, even if they had been so inclined, by reason of the
throng which choked up the passages. It is a familiar expression in
describing a great crowd, that a person might have walked upon the
people’s heads. In this case it was actually done; for a boy who had by
some means got among the concourse, and was in imminent danger of
suffocation, climbed to the shoulders of a man beside him and walked upon
the people’s hats and heads into the open street; traversing in his
passage the whole length of two staircases and a long gallery. Nor was the
swarm without less dense; for a basket which had been tossed into the
crowd, was jerked from head to head, and shoulder to shoulder, and went
spinning and whirling on above them, until it was lost to view, without
ever once falling in among them or coming near the ground.</p>
<p>Through this vast throng, sprinkled doubtless here and there with honest
zealots, but composed for the most part of the very scum and refuse of
London, whose growth was fostered by bad criminal laws, bad prison
regulations, and the worst conceivable police, such of the members of both
Houses of Parliament as had not taken the precaution to be already at
their posts, were compelled to fight and force their way. Their carriages
were stopped and broken; the wheels wrenched off; the glasses shivered to
atoms; the panels beaten in; drivers, footmen, and masters, pulled from
their seats and rolled in the mud. Lords, commoners, and reverend bishops,
with little distinction of person or party, were kicked and pinched and
hustled; passed from hand to hand through various stages of ill-usage; and
sent to their fellow-senators at last with their clothes hanging in
ribands about them, their bagwigs torn off, themselves speechless and
breathless, and their persons covered with the powder which had been
cuffed and beaten out of their hair. One lord was so long in the hands of
the populace, that the Peers as a body resolved to sally forth and rescue
him, and were in the act of doing so, when he happily appeared among them
covered with dirt and bruises, and hardly to be recognised by those who
knew him best. The noise and uproar were on the increase every moment. The
air was filled with execrations, hoots, and howlings. The mob raged and
roared, like a mad monster as it was, unceasingly, and each new outrage
served to swell its fury.</p>
<p>Within doors, matters were even yet more threatening. Lord George—preceded
by a man who carried the immense petition on a porter’s knot through the
lobby to the door of the House of Commons, where it was received by two
officers of the house who rolled it up to the table ready for presentation—had
taken his seat at an early hour, before the Speaker went to prayers. His
followers pouring in at the same time, the lobby and all the avenues were
immediately filled, as we have seen. Thus the members were not only
attacked in their passage through the streets, but were set upon within
the very walls of Parliament; while the tumult, both within and without,
was so great, that those who attempted to speak could scarcely hear their
own voices: far less, consult upon the course it would be wise to take in
such extremity, or animate each other to dignified and firm resistance. So
sure as any member, just arrived, with dress disordered and dishevelled
hair, came struggling through the crowd in the lobby, it yelled and
screamed in triumph; and when the door of the House, partially and
cautiously opened by those within for his admission, gave them a momentary
glimpse of the interior, they grew more wild and savage, like beasts at
the sight of prey, and made a rush against the portal which strained its
locks and bolts in their staples, and shook the very beams.</p>
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<p>The strangers’ gallery, which was immediately above the door of the House,
had been ordered to be closed on the first rumour of disturbance, and was
empty; save that now and then Lord George took his seat there, for the
convenience of coming to the head of the stairs which led to it, and
repeating to the people what had passed within. It was on these stairs
that Barnaby, Hugh, and Dennis were posted. There were two flights, short,
steep, and narrow, running parallel to each other, and leading to two
little doors communicating with a low passage which opened on the gallery.
Between them was a kind of well, or unglazed skylight, for the admission
of light and air into the lobby, which might be some eighteen or twenty
feet below.</p>
<p>Upon one of these little staircases—not that at the head of which
Lord George appeared from time to time, but the other—Gashford stood
with his elbow on the bannister, and his cheek resting on his hand, with
his usual crafty aspect. Whenever he varied this attitude in the slightest
degree—so much as by the gentlest motion of his arm—the uproar
was certain to increase, not merely there, but in the lobby below; from
which place no doubt, some man who acted as fugleman to the rest, was
constantly looking up and watching him.</p>
<p>‘Order!’ cried Hugh, in a voice which made itself heard even above the
roar and tumult, as Lord George appeared at the top of the staircase.
‘News! News from my lord!’</p>
<p>The noise continued, notwithstanding his appearance, until Gashford looked
round. There was silence immediately—even among the people in the
passages without, and on the other staircases, who could neither see nor
hear, but to whom, notwithstanding, the signal was conveyed with
marvellous rapidity.</p>
<p>‘Gentlemen,’ said Lord George, who was very pale and agitated, ‘we must be
firm. They talk of delays, but we must have no delays. They talk of taking
your petition into consideration next Tuesday, but we must have it
considered now. Present appearances look bad for our success, but we must
succeed and will!’</p>
<p>‘We must succeed and will!’ echoed the crowd. And so among their shouts
and cheers and other cries, he bowed to them and retired, and presently
came back again. There was another gesture from Gashford, and a dead
silence directly.</p>
<p>‘I am afraid,’ he said, this time, ‘that we have little reason, gentlemen,
to hope for any redress from the proceedings of Parliament. But we must
redress our own grievances, we must meet again, we must put our trust in
Providence, and it will bless our endeavours.’</p>
<p>This speech being a little more temperate than the last, was not so
favourably received. When the noise and exasperation were at their height,
he came back once more, and told them that the alarm had gone forth for
many miles round; that when the King heard of their assembling together in
that great body, he had no doubt, His Majesty would send down private
orders to have their wishes complied with; and—with the manner of
his speech as childish, irresolute, and uncertain as his matter—was
proceeding in this strain, when two gentlemen suddenly appeared at the
door where he stood, and pressing past him and coming a step or two lower
down upon the stairs, confronted the people.</p>
<p>The boldness of this action quite took them by surprise. They were not the
less disconcerted, when one of the gentlemen, turning to Lord George,
spoke thus—in a loud voice that they might hear him well, but quite
coolly and collectedly:</p>
<p>‘You may tell these people, if you please, my lord, that I am General
Conway of whom they have heard; and that I oppose this petition, and all
their proceedings, and yours. I am a soldier, you may tell them, and I
will protect the freedom of this place with my sword. You see, my lord,
that the members of this House are all in arms to-day; you know that the
entrance to it is a narrow one; you cannot be ignorant that there are men
within these walls who are determined to defend that pass to the last, and
before whom many lives must fall if your adherents persevere. Have a care
what you do.’</p>
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<p>‘And my Lord George,’ said the other gentleman, addressing him in like
manner, ‘I desire them to hear this, from me—Colonel Gordon—your
near relation. If a man among this crowd, whose uproar strikes us deaf,
crosses the threshold of the House of Commons, I swear to run my sword
that moment—not into his, but into your body!’</p>
<p>With that, they stepped back again, keeping their faces towards the crowd;
took each an arm of the misguided nobleman; drew him into the passage, and
shut the door; which they directly locked and fastened on the inside.</p>
<p>This was so quickly done, and the demeanour of both gentlemen—who
were not young men either—was so gallant and resolute, that the
crowd faltered and stared at each other with irresolute and timid looks.
Many tried to turn towards the door; some of the faintest-hearted cried
they had best go back, and called to those behind to give way; and the
panic and confusion were increasing rapidly, when Gashford whispered Hugh.</p>
<p>‘What now!’ Hugh roared aloud, turning towards them. ‘Why go back? Where
can you do better than here, boys! One good rush against these doors and
one below at the same time, will do the business. Rush on, then! As to the
door below, let those stand back who are afraid. Let those who are not
afraid, try who shall be the first to pass it. Here goes! Look out down
there!’</p>
<p>Without the delay of an instant, he threw himself headlong over the
bannisters into the lobby below. He had hardly touched the ground when
Barnaby was at his side. The chaplain’s assistant, and some members who
were imploring the people to retire, immediately withdrew; and then, with
a great shout, both crowds threw themselves against the doors pell-mell,
and besieged the House in earnest.</p>
<p>At that moment, when a second onset must have brought them into collision
with those who stood on the defensive within, in which case great loss of
life and bloodshed would inevitably have ensued,—the hindmost
portion of the crowd gave way, and the rumour spread from mouth to mouth
that a messenger had been despatched by water for the military, who were
forming in the street. Fearful of sustaining a charge in the narrow
passages in which they were so closely wedged together, the throng poured
out as impetuously as they had flocked in. As the whole stream turned at
once, Barnaby and Hugh went with it: and so, fighting and struggling and
trampling on fallen men and being trampled on in turn themselves, they and
the whole mass floated by degrees into the open street, where a large
detachment of the Guards, both horse and foot, came hurrying up; clearing
the ground before them so rapidly that the people seemed to melt away as
they advanced.</p>
<p>The word of command to halt being given, the soldiers formed across the
street; the rioters, breathless and exhausted with their late exertions,
formed likewise, though in a very irregular and disorderly manner. The
commanding officer rode hastily into the open space between the two
bodies, accompanied by a magistrate and an officer of the House of
Commons, for whose accommodation a couple of troopers had hastily
dismounted. The Riot Act was read, but not a man stirred.</p>
<p>In the first rank of the insurgents, Barnaby and Hugh stood side by side.
Somebody had thrust into Barnaby’s hands when he came out into the street,
his precious flag; which, being now rolled up and tied round the pole,
looked like a giant quarter-staff as he grasped it firmly and stood upon
his guard. If ever man believed with his whole heart and soul that he was
engaged in a just cause, and that he was bound to stand by his leader to
the last, poor Barnaby believed it of himself and Lord George Gordon.</p>
<p>After an ineffectual attempt to make himself heard, the magistrate gave
the word and the Horse Guards came riding in among the crowd. But, even
then, he galloped here and there, exhorting the people to disperse; and,
although heavy stones were thrown at the men, and some were desperately
cut and bruised, they had no orders but to make prisoners of such of the
rioters as were the most active, and to drive the people back with the
flat of their sabres. As the horses came in among them, the throng gave
way at many points, and the Guards, following up their advantage, were
rapidly clearing the ground, when two or three of the foremost, who were
in a manner cut off from the rest by the people closing round them, made
straight towards Barnaby and Hugh, who had no doubt been pointed out as
the two men who dropped into the lobby: laying about them now with some
effect, and inflicting on the more turbulent of their opponents, a few
slight flesh wounds, under the influence of which a man dropped, here and
there, into the arms of his fellows, amid much groaning and confusion.</p>
<p>At the sight of gashed and bloody faces, seen for a moment in the crowd,
then hidden by the press around them, Barnaby turned pale and sick. But he
stood his ground, and grasping his pole more firmly yet, kept his eye
fixed upon the nearest soldier—nodding his head meanwhile, as Hugh,
with a scowling visage, whispered in his ear.</p>
<p>The soldier came spurring on, making his horse rear as the people pressed
about him, cutting at the hands of those who would have grasped his rein
and forced his charger back, and waving to his comrades to follow—and
still Barnaby, without retreating an inch, waited for his coming. Some
called to him to fly, and some were in the very act of closing round him,
to prevent his being taken, when the pole swept into the air above the
people’s heads, and the man’s saddle was empty in an instant.</p>
<p>Then, he and Hugh turned and fled, the crowd opening to let them pass, and
closing up again so quickly that there was no clue to the course they had
taken. Panting for breath, hot, dusty, and exhausted with fatigue, they
reached the riverside in safety, and getting into a boat with all despatch
were soon out of any immediate danger.</p>
<p>As they glided down the river, they plainly heard the people cheering; and
supposing they might have forced the soldiers to retreat, lay upon their
oars for a few minutes, uncertain whether to return or not. But the crowd
passing along Westminster Bridge, soon assured them that the populace were
dispersing; and Hugh rightly guessed from this, that they had cheered the
magistrate for offering to dismiss the military on condition of their
immediate departure to their several homes, and that he and Barnaby were
better where they were. He advised, therefore, that they should proceed to
Blackfriars, and, going ashore at the bridge, make the best of their way
to The Boot; where there was not only good entertainment and safe lodging,
but where they would certainly be joined by many of their late companions.
Barnaby assenting, they decided on this course of action, and pulled for
Blackfriars accordingly.</p>
<p>They landed at a critical time, and fortunately for themselves at the
right moment. For, coming into Fleet Street, they found it in an unusual
stir; and inquiring the cause, were told that a body of Horse Guards had
just galloped past, and that they were escorting some rioters whom they
had made prisoners, to Newgate for safety. Not at all ill-pleased to have
so narrowly escaped the cavalcade, they lost no more time in asking
questions, but hurried to The Boot with as much speed as Hugh considered
it prudent to make, without appearing singular or attracting an
inconvenient share of public notice.</p>
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