The Portland daily press., 1863-10-05
Tragic Death of Francis J. Grund.

On Monday night of last week Mr.. Grund
made thrilling Union speech at the Union
League House in Philadelphia an extract from
which appeared in the Press Of Saturday morn
ing. This was his first public avowal that he
should oppose the democratic party and sup
port the administration. After leaving the
League Room he went to his house in Spruce
street, not knowing that anything unusual
was transpiring in the city.
Soon after he arrived home it seems SER
enade to Gen. McClelan-who had arrived in
the evening and taken lodgings at his mothers
in Spruce street-was improvised, and about
q thousand people with band, started in pro-
cession for that locality. In advance of the
procession, says one of the city papers
There a crowd of from two to three hundred
who moved along in mob form, growing and making
night hide,us with their caterwaulings. One could
very well suppose that "hell had broken loose, and
all the fiends were here" This crowd on reaching
Spruce street, suddenly gave many yells. and made
agrand rush to the doorsteps of the houses got ON
Them while Others stood scattering the street
In front thereof. Quite number of them struck
matches, and by the light thereof examined door
plates and bell-knobs ascertain who lived in the
houses. We infer this from the fact that the crowd
seemed to be anxious uneasy, and several
claimed. where does he liver What house does he
live int"
1t seems that this disorderly crowd, wishing
to be ahead OF the serenading party, were
looking for the house at which Gen. Mcclellan
was lodged--in order, probably, to secure good
positions-but by mistake they had stopped in
the immediate neighborhood OF Mr. Crumbs
house, and hearing the unearthly noises, he
looked out, and seeing the motley crew, OBJ
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Ing their questions, he naturally thought he
was himself the object of their pursuit. 1t
seems that he dressed and left the house, and
made for the nearest police station, and reach
ing seat, in an excited tone exclaimed, II am
sick; they are mobbing my house" The po-
lice officer who had charge Of the station tells
the rest:
Mr.. Miller. the night Geographic operator, was
partly unbuttoned his panaloons. asked him if he
was subject to heart disease and he replied, mo:
have very bad cold wont you send tor a surgeony
must BIO bied; am dying" / Immediately has
tened TO Dr. Hewston at the corner of Fifteenth and
Walnut streets; he had just entered his house. /
and wanted to be bled. AS was returning TO the
station house, met Mr.. Miller, who tcld me the
absent he had rolled over on the floor. We picked
him up, and laying him on the settee, he Kind of
gurgled out that his name was Grundy, or some such
name as that We asked him where he lived and
he replied 100 Spruce street. This near as
we could male out. Immediately dispatched officer
Mcintyre to hunt the residence he found it he
the sou of the stranger, and telling him of the cir
sumstances he came at once with the officer to the
station house. took the watch, eyegass and purse
containing something over sl3-from his pockets
Just as the doctor arrived; placed them on the
desk; the next moment asked the doctor TO exam
inc the things, SO to they would be all right
when the man should recover; he replied give
yourself no uneasiness; he is dead" The son, in
company with officer McIntyre, was nearing the
station-house; it was announced by another officer
that the imam dead" the son fell instantly to
the pavement; we helped him TO the station-house
and took him into the telegraph room, and tried to
pacify him as much could he said that his ia
ther was alarmed at mob coming up the street; he
saw them from the window striking matches against
the front Of the house, he told Mrs. Grund that the
crowd had come to mob him and burn him out: she
told him to get ont of the back part of the house,
she would remain, as they certainly would not harm
her. Mr.. Grund dressed himself and left the house;
he knew nothing about any serenade to Gen. Nc
Clellan.