was of and with the people, and was never regarded otherwise.

         Botta, in speaking of the scenes of the 5th of March, says:-- "The people of were greatly expasperated. The multitude ran towards King street, crying, "Let us drive out these ribald; they have no business here!" The rioters rushed furiously towards the Custom House; they approached the sentinel, crying, "Kill him, kill him!" They assaulted him with snowballs, pieces of ice, and whatever they could lay their hands upon. The guard were then called, and, in marching to the Custom House, they encountered, " continues Botta, "a band of the populace, led by a mulatto named ATTUCKS, who brandished their clubs, and pelted them with snowballs. The maledictions, the imprecations, the execrations of the multitude, were horrible. In the midst of a torrent of invective from every quarter, the military were challenged to fire. The populace advanced to the point their bayonets. The soldiers appeared like statues; the cries, the cowlings, the menaces, the violent din of bells still sounding the alarm, increased the confusion and the horrors of these moments; at length, the mulatto and twelve of his companions, pressing forward, environed the soldiers, and striking their muskets with their clubs, cried tot he multitude: "Be not afraid; they dare not fire: why do you hesitate, why do you not kill them, why not crush them at once?" The mulatto lite his arm against Capt. Preston, and having turned one of the muskets, he seized the bayonet with his left hand, as if he intended.