articipators in it may be believed, the tumult, the disorder, the
Billingsgate uproar on that occasion would not be easy to describe.
Lord Londonderry, it seems, thought that the days of _faust-recht_
had come back again, and I fancy more than he are of that opinion.

An illumination was immediately ordered by the Lord Mayor Donkin
(or _key_, as "t'other side" call him); but, owing to the shortness
of the notice he gave, it seems the show of light was not
satisfactory to the tallow chandler part of the population, so
another was appointed two nights after. My mother and the two
Harrys went out in the open carriage to drive through the streets.
I was depressed and disinclined for sight-seeing, and did not go,
which I regretted afterward, as all strong exhibitions of public
feeling are curious and interesting. They say the crowd was immense
in all the principal thoroughfares, and of the lowest order. They
testified their approbation of the various illuminated devices by
shouts and hurrahs and applause; their displeasure against the
various non-illuminators was more violently manifested by assailing
their houses and breaking their windows.

Sundry were the glass sacrifices offered at the shrine of
consistent Tory patriotism at the West End of the town. The mottoes
and sentences on some of the illuminations were noteworthy for
their democratic flavor: "The king and the people," "The people of
England," "The glorious dissolution," "The glorious reform," "The
people and the press," "The people's triumph." A man who seemed by
his dress to belong to the very lowest class (a cross apparently
between a scavenger and a rag-seller), with a branch of laurel
waving in his tattered hat, stopped before this last sentence and
exclaimed, "No--they don't yet; but they will."

I have been having quite a number of holidays at the theater
lately. They have brought out a comedy in which I do not play, and
are going to bring out a sort of historical melodrama on the life
of Bonaparte, so that I think I shall have easy work, if that
succeeds, for the rest of the season. I have just finished
correcting the proof-sheets of "Francis I.," and think it looks
quite pretty in print, and have dedicated it to my mother, which I
hope will please her....

Dear H----, this is