“Here commenced a running fire of pleasantry at the expense of my poor
steed; which, not content with attacking his physical, extended to his
moral qualities. An old gentleman near me observing, ‘that I ought not
to have mounted him at all, seeing he was so deuced groggy;’ to which
I replied, by insinuating, that if others present were as free from
the influence of ardent spirits, society would not be a sufferer; an
observation that, I flatter myself, turned the mirth against the old
fellow, for they all laughed for a quarter of an hour after.
“Well, at last we set out in a brisk trot, and, placed near Fanny,
I speedily forgot all my annoyances in the prospect of figuring to
advantage before her. When we reached the College Green the leaders of
the cortège suddenly drew up, and we soon found that the entire street
opposite the Bank was filled with a dense mob of people, who appeared to
be swayed hither and thither, like some mighty beast, as the individuals
composing it were engaged in close conflict. It was nothing more nor
less than one of those almost weekly rows which then took place between
the students of the University and the town’s-people, and which rarely
ended without serious consequences. The numbers of people pressing on to
the scene of action soon blocked up our retreat, and we found ourselves
most unwilling spectators of the conflict. Political watch-words were
loudly shouted by each party; and at last the students, who appeared to
be yielding to superior numbers, called out for the intervention of the
police. The aid was nearer than they expected; for at the same instant a
body of mounted policemen, whose high helmets rendered them sufficiently
conspicuous, were seen trotting at sharp pace down Dame Street. On they
came with drawn sabres, led by a well-looking, gentleman-like personage
in plain clothes, who dashed at once into the middle of the fray, issuing
his orders, and pointing out to his followers to secure the ring-leaders.
Up to this moment I had been a most patient and rather amused spectator
of what was doing. Now, however, my part was to commence, for at the word
‘Charge,’ given in a harsh, deep voice by the sergeant of the party,
Marius, remembering his ancient instinct, pricked up his ears, cocked his
tail, flung up both his hind legs till they nearly broke the Provost’s
windows, and plunged into the thickest of the fray like a devil incarnate.
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