The cairn : $b A gathering of precious stones from many handsNicolas, Sarah Davison, Lady
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The cairn : $b A gathering of precious stones from many hands
Nicolas, Sarah Davison, Lady
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“In the malignancy of this extraordinary disease, it engrossed the ill
of all other maladies, and made doctors despicable. Of a potency equal
to death, it possessed itself of all its armouries, and was itself the
death of every other mortal distemper. The touch, yea, the very sight
of the infected was deadly; and its signs were so sudden, that families
seated in happiness at their meals, have seen the _plague-spot_ begin
to redden, and have wildly scattered themselves for ever. The cement
of society was dissolved by it. Mothers, when they saw the sign of
the infection on the babes at their bosom cast them from them with
abhorrence. Wild places were sought for shelter: some went into ships,
and anchored themselves afar off on the waters. But the angel that was
pouring the vial had a foot on the sea as well as on the dry land. No
place was so wild that the plague did not visit,--none so secret that
the quick-sighted pestilence did not discover--none could fly that it
did not overtake.
“It was as if Heaven had repented the making of mankind, and was
shovelling them all into the sepulchre. Justice was forgotten, and her
courts deserted. The terrified jailors fled from the felons that were
in fetters; the innocent and the guilty leagued themselves together,
and kept within their prisons for safety; the grass grew in the market
places; the cattle went moaning up and down the fields, wondering
what had become of their keepers: the rooks and the ravens came into
the towns, and built their nests in the mute belfries; silence was
universal, save when some infected wretch was seen clamouring at a
window.
“For a time all commerce was in coffins and shrouds; but even that
ended. Shrift there was none; churches and chapels were open, but
neither priests nor penitent entered; all went to the charnel-house.
The sexton and the physician were cast into the same deep and wide
grave; the testator and his heirs and executors were hurled from the
same cart into the same hole together. Fire became extinguished, as if
its element too had expired; the seams of the sailorless ships yawned
to the sun. Though doors were open, and coffers unwatched, there was
no theft; all offences ceased, and no cry but the universal woe of
the pestilence was heard of among men. The wells overflowed, and the
conduits ran to waste; the dogs banded themselves together, having
lost their masters and ran howling over all the land; horses perished
of famine in their stalls; old friends but looked at one another when
they met, keeping themselves far aloof; creditors claimed no debts, and
courtiers performed their promises; little children went wandering up
and down, and numbers were seen dead in all corners. Nor was it only in
England that the plague raged; it travelled over a third part of the
whole earth, like the shadow of an eclipse, as if some dreadful thing
had been interposed between the world and the sun-source of life.”
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[Sidenote: Trifles.]
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