NOT a day now passes, since the closing of the Workhouse, without great fears of violence or riot being excited in the breasts of our citizens, by assemblages of gaunt, ragged, and miserable looking men, seemingly from the rural districts, carrying shovels, spades, or other industrial implements, who crowd into the city at an early hour each morning; and, by a most natural attraction, surround the different bakeries and food shops, their eyes, and alas! only their eyes, devouring the nutriment denied them. Some of these poor fellows, who ere long, it is feared, will add to the already awful list of the victims of famine, now and then threaten violence, if they are longer denied either food or employment; but they are easily appeased, and separate without doing any injury to life or property, and without the intervention of the police, who have of late, on more than one occasion, thought it judicious to display their force. As yet nothing serious has occurred, but such assemblages are calculated to give alarm, and call for the intervention of the humane and charitable.