“Let us destroy these emblems of popery,” said one man to his neighbor, pointing to the walls crowded with shrines and images of saints, the elaborate sculptures, and the repository of the Host.
The words flew from lip to lip. “Destroy! Destroy! Vivent les gueulx!” And forthwith the work of destruction began.
A ragged mechanic mounted the pulpit and began a parody on a priest's sermon. Some laughed and applauded, while others cried “Shame! Shame!” A sailor of the old faith rushed after the impious offender and dragged him from the sacred desk. A pistol-shot wounded the sailor in the arm. It was apparent that elements of a more dangerous kind were close at hand. A taper vender's wares were upset and destroyed, the holy water was polluted, while missiles of various kinds were levelled at the images. As yet no check had been placed upon the movements of the mob.
As soon as Dr. Chenoweth realized the state of affairs, he hurried to the house of Burgomaster Van Straalen and begged him to interfere. “A hundred resolute men can easily disperse yonder image-breakers,” said the doctor.
The frightened magistrate consented to accompany the doctor to the cathedral. In the crowd were many intoxicated roughs, who, inflamed with
