Constitutional history -- Great Britain; Great Britain -- History -- 1689-1714 -- Sources; Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Sources
Swan, already burned that way, and the fire running further, that in a
very little time it got as far as the Steele-yard, while I was there.
Everybody endeavouring to remove their goods, and flinging into the
river or bringing them into lighters that lay off; poor people staying
in their houses as long as till the very fire touched them, and then
running into boats, or clambering from one pair of stairs by the
water-side to another. And among other things, the poor pigeons, I
perceive, were loth to leave their houses, but hovered about the windows
and balconys till they burned their wings, and fell down.
Having staid, and in an hour's time seen the fire rage every way, and
nobody, to my sight, endeavouring to quench it, but to remove their
goods, and leave all to the fire, and having seen it get as far as the
Steele-yard, and the wind mighty high and driving it into the City; and
everything, after so long a drought, proving combustible, even the very
stones of the churches, and among other things, the poor steeple by
which pretty Mrs. ---- lives, and whereof my old schoolfellow Elborough
is parson, taken fire in the very top, and there burned till it fell
down: to White Hall ... and there up to the King's closett in the
Chappell, where people come about me, and I did give them an account
dismayed them all, and word was carried in to the King. So I was called
for, and did tell the King and the Duke of York what I saw, and that
unless his Majesty did command houses to be pulled down nothing could
stop the fire. They seemed much troubled, and the King commanded me to
go to my Lord Mayor from him, and command him to spare no houses, but to
pull down before the fire every way. The Duke of York bid me tell him
that if he would have any more soldiers he shall; and so did my Lord
Arlington afterwards, as a great secret. Here meeting with Captain
Cocke, I in his coach, which he lent me, and Creed with me to Paul's,
and there walked along Watling-street as well as I could, every creature
coming away loaden with goods to save, and here and there sicke people
carried away in beds. Extraordinary good goods carried in carts or on
backs. At last met my Lord Mayor in Canning-street, like a man spent,
with a handkercher about his neck. To the King's message he cried, like
a fainting woman, "Lord, what can I do? I am spent: people will not obey
me. I have been pulling down houses; but the fire overtakes us faster
than we can do it." That he needed no more soldiers; and that, for
himself, he must go and refresh himself, having been up all the night.
So he left me, and I him, and walked home, seeing people all almost
distracted, and no manner of means used to quench the fire. The houses,
too, so very thick thereabouts, and full of matter for burning, as pitch
and tar, in Thames-street; and warehouses of oyle, and wines, and
brandy, and other things. Here I saw Mr. Isaake Houblon, the handsome
man, prettily dressed and dirty, at his door at Dow-gate, receiving some
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