her. The Whigs raised a shout, made a rush forward, and by sheer
weight hurled the Butt-enders down the staircase. After them poured the
victors, with Travis at their head. The Irish shillelahs were nothing
before his hickory: he knocked down or disabled a man at every blow.
Still the Locos made a vigorous attempt to rally in the lower entry, but
at that moment a reinforcement arrived for the Whigs, which completed
their defeat. A band of _Unionists_ (a Whig association formed in
opposition to the Butt-enders) had been parading the streets with music
and banners, and they now arrived in time to fall furiously on the rear
of their antagonists. The Loco-Focos, thus hemmed in between two fires,
were gloriously pommelled for about five minutes. At length, with a
desperate charge, they broke through the Unionists, and fled
precipitately down Broadway, while the band accompanied their retreat
with the complimentary air of the "Rogue's March."

The victors re-assembled in the big room, somewhat diminished in numbers
(even after the accession of the Unionists) and dilapidated in attire.
Travis, who had been foremost throughout the whole row, bore especial
marks of it on his person. His coat was slit down the back, and _minus_
several buttons in front; his cravat utterly missing, and his shirt, so
much of it as was visible, might possibly have made patches for a rifle,
but was of no particular value as an article of dress. But such little
incidents only served to increase the general hilarity of triumph. The
meeting was reconstructed, the resolutions passed, and they wound off
with a Harrison song--in fact, with two or three. It was near midnight
before the walls of the Masonic Hall ceased to echo to such strains as
these:--

To turn out the administration
Is the very best thing we can do;
'Twill be for the good of the nation
To put in old Tippecanoe.

_Chorus all._

Hurrah for old Tippecanoe--oo--oo!
Hurrah for old Tippecanoe!
'Twill be for the good of the nation
To put in old Tippecanoe!

Notwithstanding the very demonstrative character of the row, no lives
were lost or bones broken. Even Lloyd, though sadly trodden on by both
parties after his fall, sustained no serious injury, nor did the combat
of the cousins give rise to any permanent difficulty between them. The
registry law was passed some weeks after, to the great disgust of the
Loco-Focos, eight or nine hundred