But while the unexpected was happening in the Park, the more or less
expected had come to pass not far away. Sir John Westwood lived in Hill
Street, and it had been his fate, as representing the Government, to
incur the resentment of the masses by bringing into the House a Sunday
Trading Bill of somewhat drastic character. The people--particularly
the East-enders--were savage at the attempt to close the public-houses
on the first day of the week, and jeered at the suggestion that they
should go to church as an alternative resort.
On the Saturday evening, a handbill was widely circulated in the lower
quarters of the capital. This was how it ran:
LET US GO TO CHURCH
WITH SIR JOHN WESTWOOD TO-MORROW.
AFTERWARDS THERE WILL BE A
GRAND OPEN-AIR FÊTE AND MONSTER
CONCERT IN HYDE PARK.
COME AND SEE HOW RELIGIOUSLY
LONDON SOCIETY OBSERVES THE SABBATH.
Thus it came about that a crowd of many hundreds gathered in front
of the Solicitor-General’s house, and held their ground obstinately,
notwithstanding the persuasive efforts of a small body of police to
move them on. No actual violence was used by the crowd, but their
groans, yells, and persistent clamour were sufficiently alarming.
To Aldwyth Westwood, a girl of spirit, the demonstration caused more
indignation than fear. Her chief concern was for her father. Sir John
had now recovered to some extent from his strange condition of physical
inertness on the previous day. Silent, but manifestly disturbed, he
sat in his study at the back of the house, compelled to listen to the
tumult of execration directed against him in the street. He was for
drastic measures with the mob, but the divisional superintendent was
either timid or discreet. He met the angry inquiry whether London was
to be at the mercy of a hooting mob, by saying that he had no orders to
resort to force to clear the street, and that patience and time were
the best remedies, so long as no actual violence was attempted. The
Solicitor-General acquiesced with a contemptuous shrug; as also in the
advice that the front shutters should be closed, and the frightened
servants directed not to show themselves.
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