MARSHAL HAYNAU had been severely punished, but his torments were
not yet over. Breaking free from the crowd he ran franti- cally along Bankside as far as the George public house, the doors of which were wide open. 'He rushed in and proceeded tip-stairs into one of the bedrooms, to the utter astonishment of Mrs. Benfield,' the landlady, who soon discovered his name and the reason of his entering the house. The furious mob rushed in after him, threatening to do for the "Austrian butcher"; but, fortunately for him, the house is very old- fashioned, and contains a vast number of doors. which were all forced open, except the room in which the Marshal was concealed. The mob had increased at that time to several hundreds; and from their excited state Mrs. Benfield became alarmed about her own property. as well as the Marshal's life. She accordingly despatched a messenger to the Southwark Police-station for the assistance of the Police; and in a short time Inspector Squires arrived at the George with a number of Police, and with great difficulty dispersed the mob and got the Marshal out of the house. A police galley was at the wharf at the time, into which he was taken, and rowed towards Somerset House, amidst the shouts and execrations of the mob. Messrs. Barclay have suspended all hands, in order to discover the principals in the attack.' But in fact they were congratulated instead of censured. Fourteen years later Garibaldi came to London and asked to see the brewery where 'the men flogged Haynau.' There, in the best beer, he toasted the workers of the world. It is an ironic thought that Marshal Bulganin would no doubt do the 'same thing today without blushing if he were taken to see the spot where Haynau got his deserts. Still, he might as well trim his beard.
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