Historical fiction; London (England) -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction; Plague -- Fiction
I would be glad if I could close the account of this melancholy year
with some particular examples historically, I mean of the thankfulness
to God, our Preserver, for our being delivered from this dreadful
calamity. Certainly the circumstances of the deliverance, as well as the
terrible enemy we were delivered from, called upon the whole nation for
it. The circumstances of the deliverance were indeed very remarkable, as
I have in part mentioned already; and particularly the dreadful
condition which we were all in, when we were, to the surprise of the
whole town, made joyful with the hope of a stop to the infection.
Nothing but the immediate finger of God, nothing but omnipotent power,
could have done it. The contagion despised all medicine, death raged in
every corner; and, had it gone on as it did then, a few weeks more would
have cleared the town of all and everything that had a soul. Men
everywhere began to despair; every heart failed them for fear; people
were made desperate through the anguish of their souls; and the terrors
of death sat in the very faces and countenances of the people.
In that very moment, when we might very well say, "Vain was the help of
man,"[350]--I say, in that very moment it pleased God, with a most
agreeable surprise, to cause the fury of it to abate, even of itself;
and the malignity declining, as I have said, though infinite numbers
were sick, yet fewer died; and the very first week's bill decreased
1,843, a vast number indeed.
It is impossible to express the change that appeared in the very
countenances of the people that Thursday morning when the weekly bill
came out. It might have been perceived in their countenances that a
secret surprise and smile of joy sat on everybody's face. They shook one
another by the hands in the streets, who would hardly go on the same
side of the way with one another before. Where the streets were not too
broad, they would open their windows and call from one house to another,
and asked how they did, and if they had heard the good news that the
plague was abated. Some would return, when they said good news, and ask,
"What good news?" And when they answered that the plague was abated, and
the bills decreased almost two thousand, they would cry out, "God be
praised!" and would weep aloud for joy, telling them they had heard
nothing of it; and such was the joy of the people, that it was, as it
were, life to them from the grave. I could almost set down as many
extravagant things done in the excess of their joy as of their grief;
but that would be to lessen the value of it.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account