End of the world -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-first century -- Fiction
The younger part gathered round me to ask my advice; and those who had
friends in London were anxious beyond the rest, to ascertain the
present extent of disease in the metropolis. I encouraged them with
such thoughts of cheer as presented themselves. I told them exceedingly
few deaths had yet been occasioned by pestilence, and gave them hopes,
as we were the last visited, so the calamity might have lost its most
venomous power before it had reached us. The cleanliness, habits of
order, and the manner in which our cities were built, were all in our
favour. As it was an epidemic, its chief force was derived from
pernicious qualities in the air, and it would probably do little harm
where this was naturally salubrious. At first, I had spoken only to
those nearest me; but the whole assembly gathered about me, and I found
that I was listened to by all. “My friends,” I said, “our risk is
common; our precautions and exertions shall be common also. If manly
courage and resistance can save us, we will be saved. We will fight the
enemy to the last. Plague shall not find us a ready prey; we will
dispute every inch of ground; and, by methodical and inflexible laws,
pile invincible barriers to the progress of our foe. Perhaps in no part
of the world has she met with so systematic and determined an
opposition. Perhaps no country is naturally so well protected against
our invader; nor has nature anywhere been so well assisted by the hand
of man. We will not despair. We are neither cowards nor fatalists; but,
believing that God has placed the means for our preservation in our own
hands, we will use those means to our utmost. Remember that
cleanliness, sobriety, and even good-humour and benevolence, are our
best medicines.”
There was little I could add to this general exhortation; for the
plague, though in London, was not among us. I dismissed the guests
therefore; and they went thoughtful, more than sad, to await the events
in store for them.
I now sought Adrian, anxious to hear the result of his discussion with
Ryland. He had in part prevailed; the Lord Protector consented to
return to London for a few weeks; during which time things should be so
arranged, as to occasion less consternation at his departure. Adrian
and Idris were together. The sadness with which the former had first
heard that the plague was in London had vanished; the energy of his
purpose informed his body with strength, the solemn joy of enthusiasm
and self-devotion illuminated his countenance; and the weakness of his
physical nature seemed to pass from him, as the cloud of humanity did,
in the ancient fable, from the divine lover of Semele. He was
endeavouring to encourage his sister, and to bring her to look on his
intent in a less tragic light than she was prepared to do; and with
passionate eloquence he unfolded his designs to her.
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