Constitutional history -- Great Britain; Great Britain -- History -- 1689-1714 -- Sources; Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Sources
The face of London was now indeed strangely altered, I mean the whole
mass of buildings, city, liberties, suburbs, Westminster, Southwark, and
altogether; for, as to the particular part called the city, or within
the walls, that was not yet much infected; but in the whole, the face of
things, I say, was much altered; sorrow and sadness sat upon every face,
and though some parts were not yet overwhelmed, yet all looked deeply
concerned; and as we saw it apparently coming on, so every one looked on
himself, and his family, as in the utmost danger: were it possible to
represent those times exactly, to those that did not see them, and give
the reader due ideas of the horror that everywhere presented itself, it
must make just impressions upon their minds, and fill them with
surprise. London might well be said to be all in tears; the mourners did
not go about the streets indeed, for nobody put on black, or made a
formal dress of mourning for their nearest friends; but the voice of
mourning was truly heard in the streets; the shrieks of women and
children at the windows and doors of their houses, where their nearest
relations were, perhaps dying, or just dead, were so frequent to be
heard, as we passed the streets, that it was enough to pierce the
stoutest heart in the world to hear them. Tears and lamentations were
seen almost in every house, especially in the first part of the
visitation; for towards the latter end, men's hearts were hardened, and
death was so always before their eyes, that they did not so much concern
themselves for the loss of their friends, expecting that themselves
should be summoned the next hour.
Business led me out sometimes to the other end of the town, even when
the sickness was chiefly there; and as the thing was new to me, as well
as to everybody else, it was a most surprising thing to see those
streets, which were usually so thronged, now grown desolate, and so few
people to be seen in them, that if I had been a stranger, and at a loss
for my way, I might sometimes have gone the length of a whole street, I
mean of the by-streets, and see nobody to direct me, except watchmen set
at the doors of such houses as were shut up; of which I shall speak
presently.
One day, being at that part of the town, on some special business,
curiosity led me to observe things more than usually; and indeed I
walked a great way where I had no business; I went up Holborn, and there
the street was full of people; but they walked in the middle of the
great street, neither on one side or other, because, as I suppose, they
would not mingle with anybody that came out of houses, or meet with
smells and scents from houses that might be infected.
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