Dickinson Part III.
"Late in the afternoon a crowd which could have numbered not less then ten thousand, the majority of whom were ragged, frowzy drunken women, gathered about the Orphan Asylum for Colored Children- a large and beautiful building and one of the most admirable and noble charities of the city. When it became evident from the nmenacing cries and groans of the mutiltude that danger if not destruction, was meditated to the harmless and inoffensive inmates, a flag of truce appeared, and an appeal was madie in their behalf, by the principal, to every sentiment of humanity which these beings might posess- a vain appeal! Whatever human feeling had ever, if ever, filled these souls was utterly drowned and washed away in the tide of rapine and blood in which they had been steeping themselves. The few officers who stood guard over the doors and manfully faced these demoniac legions were beaten down and flung to one side, helpless and stunned, whist the vast crowd rushed in. All the articles upon which they could seize- beds, bedding, carpets, furniture, the very garnebts of the fleeing inmates, some of these torn from their person as they sped by- were carried into the streets and hurried off by the women and children who stood ready to recieve the goods which their husbands, sons, and fathers flung to their care. The little ones, many of them assailed and beaten- all, orphans and caretakers, exposed to every indignity and every danger- driven on to the street, the building was fired. This had been attempted whist the helpless chidlren, some of them scares more than babies were still in their rooms; but this devilish consumation was prevented by one man. He, the chief of the fire department, strove by voice and arm to stay the endeavor; and when tovercome by superior numbers, the brands had been lit and piled, with naked hands and in the face of threatened death he tore asunder the glowing embers and trod them underfoot. Again the effort was made and again failed through the determined and heroic opposition of this solitary soul. Then on the front steps, in the midst of these drunken and infuriated thousands, he stood up and be sought them, if they cared nothing for themselves not for those hapless orphans, that they would not bring lasting disgrace upon the city by destroying one of its noblest chariteis, which had for its object nothing but good.

He was answered on all sides by yells and execrations nad frenzied shrieks of "Down with the nagurs" coupled with every oath and curse that malignatn hate of the blacks could devise and drunken Irish tongues could speak. It had been decreed that this building was to be razed to the ground. The house was fired in a thousand places, and in less than two hours the walls crashed in, a mass of smoking, blackened ruins, whilst the children wandered through the streets, a prey to beings who were wild beasts in everything save the superior ingenuity of man to agonize and torture his, victims"