To realize this, it was only necessary to walk the streets, if that were possible, through those days of riot and conflagration, observe the materials gathered into the vast, moving multitudes, and scrutinize the faces of those of whom they were composed,--deformed, idiotic, drunken, imbecile, poverty-stricken; seamed with every line which wretchedness could draw or vicious habits and associations delve.

To walk these streets and look upon these faces was like a fearful witnessing in perspective of the last day, when the secrets of life, more loathsome than those of death, shall be laid bare in all their hideous deformity and ghastly shame.
The knowledge of these people and their deeds was sufficient to create a paralysis of fear, even where they were not seen.

Indeed, there was terror everywhere.

High and low, rich and poor, cultured and ignorant, all shivered in its awful grasp.

Upon stately avenues and noisome alleys it fell with the like blackness of darkness.