Source Book of London History, from the earliest times to 1800
History
Source Book of London History, from the earliest times to 1800
London (England) -- History
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 the 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 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
school-fellow 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 that 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 commanded 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 Major 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 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 ware houses of oyle, and wines, and brandy,
and other things. Here I saw Mr.
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