Chapter 16 No.16

As when in tumults rise the ignoble crowd,

Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud,

And stones and brands in rattling furies fly,

And all the rustic arms which fury can supply-

Then if some grave and pious man appear,

They hush their noise, and lend a listening ear.

DRYDEN'S VIRGIL

A dreadful shout of vengeance was ra