[Illustration: Drop-T]he loyal Whig gentlemen had celebrated their king’s birthday on May 28th. The Tories were all the more alert on the following morning to celebrate the anniversary of King Charles’s Restoration, as they supposed their adversaries would be too seedy, after their riot and revel, to molest them. The Jacobites,――emphatically spoken of by the Whig papers as ‘rascals,’――came in from all the parishes, and also from the suburban country. They appeared in their best, with oaken boughs in their hats, the women wearing sprigs in their bosoms, and as the leaves were mostly covered with gold or silver leaf, the same was held (by the Whigs) to be a proof of malice prepense. [Sidenote: _FESTIVE FIGHTING._] In great numbers, the Jacobites paraded the streets, or stood about in defiant groups, till church-time pealed out, and then the most of them filed off to various churches and chapels, where they knew sermons were prepared to their liking. The chief of the ‘High Church Faction’ went to St. Andrew’s, Holborn. Sacheverel, it is to be presumed, had returned from an excursion he was said to have taken with two ale-house men the day before, in order to avoid noticing the king’s birthday. The professed Jacobites, decked with all the insignia worn by the High-flyers, mostly favoured the chapel, in Scrope’s Court, nearly opposite. This place was especially crowded, and especial mention is made of the presence of ‘several men in a genteel habit, booted and spurred.’ After devotion, dinner; at and after dinner, drinking; and then a general mustering and marching in the streets, with, in addition to oaken boughs in their hats, oaken towels, or clubs in their hands. They were――so say the Whig authors――‘animated as they went along by Jacobite Trulls, and several Scaramouches, of whom one might be named not far from a Jacobite Conventicle, only,’ adds the Whig insinuator, with droll reasoning, ‘he was so much elevated with the spirit of Malt that he was “Non compos.”’ Of course, they shouted the usual Slogan; not only complimenting High Church and Ormond, but Sacheverel and Queen Anne, the latter in the words ‘the Doctor and the Queen!’ The Whigs describe them as ‘crews of tatterdemallions, blackguardly boys, wheelbarrow men and ballad-singers;’ but these could not be the same people who, in the morning, had crowded the churches. The genteel men in cloaks, boots and spurs, were not to be seen in the streets where now hell seemed to have broken loose. The ‘street’ Jacks knocked down all passengers who did not sympathise with them by voice or by carrying Jacobite tokens. They were furious in denouncing Presbyterians, and they were proceeding to carry on war against certain chapels, clubs, and mug-houses, when the ‘loyal societies’ from these houses, and the gallant Hanoverians from the _Roebuck_ descended to the highway, met their foes in fair fight, and after an hour of it, scattered all save