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Among several other cheap instant histories was The End of Anarchy, which on its title page calls itself alternately Anarchy at an End. This was another 128-page booklet priced at twenty-five cents. The full text of the title page is, in another convention of the time, long and lurid. It reads: Anarchy at an End. Lives, Trial and Conviction of the Eight Chicago Anarchists. How They Killed and What They Killed With. A History of the Most Deliberate Planned and Murderous Bomb Throwing of Ancient and Modern Times. The Eloquent and Stirring Speeches of the Attorneys for the Defense and Prosecution—with the Able Charge of Judge Gary to the Jury. Seven Dangling Nooses for the Dynamite Fiends.

After this buildup, the text itself, taken mainly from newspapers, comes as something of a disappointment. The cover is another matter. A full-figured female representation of "Law and Order" grasps four convicted anarchists in each hand in an image that recalls both Cellini's famous statue of Perseus holding the head of Medusa and Thomas Nast's drawing, "Liberty is Not Anarchy," which is the final entry in this section.

A more colorful narrative than the one in The End of Anarchy was offered by The Chicago Anarchists and the Haymarket Massacre, which appeared in 1887 and also cost a quarter. It advertised itself as "the only complete and official record of the Haymarket massacre of May 4, 1886." The author is F. O. Bennett, the journalist whose poem "The Red Flag" appears in Paul Hull's The Chicago Riot.

A good example of Bennett's overwrought—but by no means unique—account of how the dramas of Haymarket played out in the public mind, is his description of the moment the verdict was read:

"Not a sound came from the spectators. For a moment the courtroom was silent as the tomb. The prisoners were struck with horror. Spies' face blanched white as the paper on which his death sentence was written. His lips quivered, and he mechanically tapped the floor with his foot and nervously stroked his moustache. Neebe was completely stunned. The blood rushed to his face, and the perspiration stood out on his forehead in great drops. Schwab's yellow face seemed to look into vacancy, and he had a wandering, stupid stare. Parsons was visibly affected, but he kept himself up better than the rest, and maintained a certain air of nonchalance. He made an effort to flaunt a red handkerchief out of the window at the crowd on the outside, but was promptly checked by a bailiff. Fielden fairly quaked. He shook like an aspen leaf, and in every way showed his great fear. Fischer was ghastly. When the verdict was first being read he held a half-consumed cigar in his mouth, but when the death penalty was reached the weed fell from his lips to the floor. Lingg appeared sullen and stoical, but when the sentence was read his face flushed, and he was seen to tremble. Engel betrayed no emotion. When the verdict became known to the thousands assembled outside a great cheer rent the air."

Bennett's book contains another of his poems, whose last of eight stanzas, like the cover of The End of Anarchy, makes reference to the Medusa myth:

Shall Justice blind and idle stand,
And from swift vengeance stay her hand,
When hydra-headed Anarchy,
Athirst for blood and revelry,
Stalks, Gorgon-like, throughout the land?