London and Its Environs Described, vol. 4 (of 6): Containing an Account of Whatever is Most Remarkable for Grandeur, Elegance, Curiosity or Use, in the City and in the Country Twenty Miles Round ItAnonymous
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London and Its Environs Described, vol. 4 (of 6): Containing an Account of Whatever is Most Remarkable for Grandeur, Elegance, Curiosity or Use, in the City and in the Country Twenty Miles Round It
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London (England) -- Description and travel -- Early works to 1800; London (England) -- Gazetteers -- Early works to 1800
In the month of September Death rode triumphant, for the burials then
amounted in one week to 6988; but the week after the bill falling to
6544, gave some glimmering hopes that this dreadful distemper was past
its crisis: however, the great increase the week following to 7165,
re-immerged the survivors into an abyss of horror and despair; for now
they were struck with the dreadful apprehensions, that in a few days the
living would not be sufficient to bury the dead. They were, however,
happily mistaken; for after this, the contagion gradually decreased,
till it pleased the Almighty to restore this desolate city to its
pristine state of health; after the direful ravages of this distemper
had swept off 68,596 persons, which, together with those who died of
other diseases, made the bill of mortality for this year amount to
97,306. _Echard’s Hist._ _Vincent’s God’s terrible voice._
As to the natural causes of this pestilence, Physicians differ greatly;
however, Dr. Baynard observes, that during the havock made by it, there
was a general calmness and serenity of weather, without the least wind
or rain; that through the great scarcity of nitre in the air, the fires
in the streets were with great difficulty made to burn; and by its
extreme rarefaction, which was doubtless increased by these fires, the
birds panted for breath, and those of the larger sort were observed to
fly more heavily than usual.
The above calamity was scarcely ceased, and those who had fled returned
to their houses, when on Sunday the 2d of September 1666, a dreadful
fire broke out at one in the morning, in the house of Mr. Farryner, a
baker, in Pudding lane; a time when the eyes and senses of all were
locked in sleep. The house was a wooden building pitched on the outside,
as were all the rest in the lane, which was exceeding narrow, and by the
jutting over of the several stories, the buildings on each side almost
met at the top; and in this manner were built most of the houses in this
metropolis. The house in which the fire began, containing much brush and
faggot wood, the fire soon got ahead, and furiously seized on the
neighbouring houses on all sides, running four ways at once; it
presently set New Fish street all in a flame; while another branch
raging down Pudding lane, laid hold on Thames street, the repository of
all combustibles, as hemp, flax, rosin, oil, butter, pitch, tar,
brimstone, cordage, hops, sugar, brandy, wood, and coals; where dividing
itself, it ran both eastward and westward with inexpressible fury, into
the adjacent lanes, consuming all before it; and its two main branches
meeting at London bridge, soon reduced all the buildings upon it to
ashes, together with the water engines under it; by which means the
people were deprived of the assistance of that element; for the New
River water was not then laid into those parts.
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