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The idea was so acceptable in the prevalent absence of any idea,that the crowd caught it up with eagerness, and loudly repeating thesuggestion to have 'em out, and to pull 'em out, mobbed the twovehicles so closely that they came to a stop. On the crowd's openingthe coach doors, the one mourner scuffled out of himself and was intheir hands for a moment; but he was so alert virtual office, and made such gooduse of his time, that in another moment he was scouring away up abye-street, after shedding his cloak, hat, long hatband, whitepocket-handkerchief, and other symbolical tears.

These, the people tore to pieces and scattered far and wide withgreat enjoyment, while the tradesmen hurriedly shut up their shops;for a crowd in those times stopped at nothing, and was a monstermuch dreaded. They had already got the length of opening the hearse totake the coffin out, when some brighter genius proposed instead, itsbeing escorted to its destination amidst general rejoicing.Practical suggestions being much needed, this suggestion, too, wasreceived with acclamation, and the coach was immediately filled witheight inside and a dozen out, while as many people got on the roofof the hearse as could by any exercise of ingenuity stick upon it.Among the first of these volunteers was Jerry Cruncher himself, whomodestly concealed his spiky head from the observation of Tellson's,in the further corner of the mourning coach.

The officiating undertakers made some protest against thesechanges in the ceremonies; but, the river being alarmingly near. andseveral voices remarking on the efficacy of cold immersion in bringingrefractory members of the profession to reason. The remodelled procession started, with achimney-sweep driving the hearse- advised by the regular driver Carpet Cleaning, whowas perched beside him, under close inspection, for the purpose- andwith a pieman, also attended by his cabinet minister, driving themourning coach. A bear-leader, a popular street character of the time,was impressed as an additional ornament, before the cavalcade had gonefar down the Strand; and his bear, who was black and very mangy,gave quite an Undertaking air to that part of the procession inwhich he walked.

Thus, with beer-drinking, pipe-smoking, song-roaring, and infinitecaricaturing of woe, the disorderly procession went its way,recruiting at every step, and all the shops shutting up before it. Itsdestination was the old church of Saint Pancras, far off in thefields. It got there in course of time; insisted on pouring into theburial-ground; finally, accomplished the interment of the deceasedRoger Cly in its own way, and highly to its own satisfaction.

The dead man disposed of, and the crowd being under the necessity ofproviding some other entertainment for itself, another brighter genius(or perhaps the same) conceived the humour of impeaching casualpassers-by, as Old Bailey spies, and wreaking vengeance on them. Chasewas given to some scores of inoffensive persons who had never beennear the Old Bailey in their lives, in the realisation of thisfancy, and they were roughly hustled and maltreated. The transition tothe sport of window-breaking wet cat food, and thence to the plundering ofpublic-houses, was easy and natural.

 At last, after several hours,when sundry summer houses had been pulled down, and some area-railingshad been torn up, to arm the more belligerent spirits, a rumour gotabout that the Guards were coming. Before this rumour, the crowdgradually melted away, and perhaps the Guards came, and perhaps theynever came, and this was the usual progress of a mob.






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