[Mar. 5.] Between seven and eight o’clock at night, unusual numbers are met coming from the south end of the town, with sticks in their hands, and serious consequences are apprehended from it. About the same time parties, amounting in the whole to near two hundred, several with great sticks or clubs, proceed from the north end, some of whom say, “let us go to the south end and join our friends there, and attack the damned scoundrels and drive them out of the town; they have no business here.”—More people than common, with large sticks, are observed running from all quarters toward King-street. The north end parties collect in and about Dock-square, and attack several soldiers belonging to Murray’s barracks about nine o’clock: upon an officer’s coming up, these are ordered to their barracks, and when got in, with much difficulty, are immediately confined. The mob follow the officer to the gate, and provoke the soldiers by the most abusive language, and dare them to come out. They are hardly rastrained by their officers from doing it. While these things are transacting, some are calling _town born turn out_, twenty or thirty times over; others cry _fire, fire_, in different places, the more effectually to draw people out of their houses, and to increase their numbers; and soon after the nine o’clock bell has ceased, the bells are set a ringing, which those who are not better informed, imagine to be the alarm of fire. Upon the soldiers being restrained to the barracks, the mob are desired by one or more considerate persons to return home. A few comply, but the generality have something further to engage their attention. Numbers employ themselves in tearing up the stalls of the market-place in Dock-square, for the purpose they express while calling out, “Damn the dogs, where are they now? Let us go and kill that damned scoundrel of a sentry, and then attack the main-guard.” The body of the mob when they have finished their repeated attacks upon the barracks, are addressed in the street by a tall large man in a red cloak and white wig. After listening to what he has to offer, in the space of three or four minutes they huzza for the main-guard, and say, “We will do for the soldiers.” They separate into three divisions, and take different routs for King-street, one through the main-street. A party, who have collected at Oliver’s-dock, bend their course toward the same point. In the mean time, the sentry before the custom-house is assaulted while upon duty. A boy comes up, and pointing to him, says, “There is the son of a bitch that knocked me down.” About twenty young fellows, eighteen years old, call out, “kill him, kill him, knock him down.” Their behavior obliges him to load his gun. They pelt him with snow-balls, pieces of ice, and any thing that offers, and halloo, “fire and be damned.” They advanced upon him; oblige him to retreat; he mounts the steps, and knocks at the door for admission. Meeting with no relief in this way, more persons