Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-03-30
MONDAY. MARCH 90, 1863.


The English people have had their holt
day. and all the world that cares about prince
" gossip has been told how gorgeous and
splendid it was. If the life of the house of
Brunswick and the peace of the realm had
depended on the result of that day, John
Bull wouldn't have gone on a wilder frolic.
The Court Circular and the Times, and the
whole family of Jenkinses went without sleep
till the story of the marriage of Albert Edward
with the sea-king's daughter had been told
with every form of expression that British
complacency or pride could suggest. But
the scene was not all couleur de rose. There
were other wreaths worn before that day ended
than orange blossoms and rejoicing myrtle.
Blood red roses doomed on the temples of
women who saw their last on that day, and
death twined its myrtles in their hair, as
they literally went down to death under the
feet of the vast throng,
There had been crowding and rib-crushing
beyond precedent in the streets of London
all day. But the tales of the night, when the
city was aglow with the royal illumination, are
guest heard nothing so fearful from the lips
of the Ancient Mariner. Crowds surged
through the streets hour after hour ''like a
tempest-driven sea'-pausing for moment
when shrieks of distress rose through the tu-
multi and died away in faint, low walls of dy-
ing agony, then driving on as furously as be-
fore. The reporters, returning from the ex
hilaration of the court festivities, only give {
paragraph or two to the scenes which follow
One Phoebe Crystal first fell, when a fright
ened horse dashing rideress through the
crowd plunged his feet through her temples
She never breathed again. -Four other persons
two of them women and one child, fell over
her and shared her fate. Here are some
briefer epitaphs. ga young woman, dressed
in mourning, was knocked down and crushed
to death in Faringdon street. Her name wa:
Mitchell" ga woman named Harding wa:
killed before she could be taken from under
the feet of the mob" Zone other was forced
down and crushed, and when taken to the
hospital was found to be dead. Her body re
mains to be identified" "a child namet
Bradley was crushed TO death In Its mother
arms in the crowd"
So the record goes on. Seven women were
killed that fearful night. Vast numbers o
persons with crushed ribs and broken limbs
thronged the hospitals-till at length the great
guilty crowd weary with the nights work,
went tired and miserable to their homes. The
papers of the next day were crowded to the
margin with descriptions Of the royal mar
rage, and with the fine and beautiful incidents
of that rare event. Only an obscure para
graph here and there told the story of the OBJ
scure people who came up to London to see
the rising sun and then-perished. The
papers were not particularly troubled
about them. The police were ineth'
cient; but no policemen were held re-
spansible. There was no wrong Imputed; NJ
different John Bull, who hasn't admitted {
mistake since William the Norman set VI
business on his DatrimoninI -aeres, ar,' n4a .a
voice cracked and hoarse from his long ca
rousal, shouts again, 'Long live the prince %