About twelve o'clock, Mr. Clayton, the Boroughreeve, followed by, I should think, four or five hundred special constables, came into the midst of the multitude: at first, there was a considerable pressure upon them by the crowd, but an admonitory cry of 'order, order!' having been raised by some of the leaders, it speedily abated, and in a few minutes, the special constables seemed no more an object of particular notice than any other persons present. They formed themselves into two continuous lines, which reached from the waggon outwards towards a gentleman's house on the south side of St. Peter's Field, which commanded a view of the whole scene, and in which, I was informed, the Magistrates had taken up their station.