The Account Dr. _Hodges_ gives us of the Behaviour of the People of _London_, after they returned to Town in Winter 1665, is an undeniable Experiment against a Pestilence being propagated from a _Fomes_, and almost from one Body to another. He tells us[6], _The Houses which before were full of the Dead, were now again inhabited by the Living; and the Shops, which had been most part of the Year shut up, were again opened, and the People again chearfully went about their wonted Affairs of Trade and Employ; and even _what is almost beyond belief_, those Citizens, who were before afraid, even of their Friends and Relations, would, without fear, venture into the Houses and Rooms where infected Persons had a little before breathed their Last: Nay, such Comforts did inspire the languishing People, and such Confidence, that many went into the _BEDS_, where Persons had died, _EVEN BEFORE THEY WERE COLD_, or cleansed from the _STENCH_ of the _DISEASE_._ I would gladly know of Dr. _Mead_, if this, and the mentioned Histories, are Experiments that come home to the Purpose. In this Account of Dr. _Hodges_, there is no want of a _Nest_ or _Fomes_, for here is _Wool_, _Linnen_, _Silk_, and, perhaps, even treacherous _Cotton_ it self, the most secure Plague-Keeper of all the rest; yet no further Contagion appeared, but Men eagerly pursued their Business, and thought only how to _repair the past Mortality_, and that with more than ordinary Success, as Dr. _Hodges_ tells us in this Place, and his Relation is fully confirm’d by the Bills of Mortality. [Footnote 6: Page 27. _Trans._]