The Works of Thomas Hood; Vol. 02 (of 11): Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse, With All the Original IllustrationsHood, Thomas
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The Works of Thomas Hood; Vol. 02 (of 11): Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse, With All the Original Illustrations
Hood, Thomas
English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
This was only the first shock;--the second soon followed, and, to
use a popular expression, it made us both “shake in our shoes.”
Terrific, however, as it was, the third was more tremendous; the order
of nature seemed reversed; the ships in the Tagus sank to the bottom,
and their ponderous anchors rose to the surface; volcanic fire burst
forth from the water, and water from dry ground; the air, no longer
elastic, seemed to become a stupendous solid; swaying to and fro, and
irresistibly battering down the fabrics of ages; hollow rumblings
and moanings as from the very centre of the world, gave warning of
deafening explosions, which soon followed, and seemed to shake the
very stars out of the sky. All this time the powerful features of
the Senor kept working, in frightful imitation of the convulsion he
was describing, and the effect was horrible; I saw P. quiver like an
aspen--there seemed no such thing as terra firma. Our chairs rocked
under us; the floor tossed and heaved; the candles wavered, the windows
clattered, and the teaspoons rang again, as our tumblers vibrated in
our hands.
Senor Mendez at length concluded his narrative, and shortly took leave;
I staid but a few minutes after him, just to make a remark on the
appalling character of the story, and then departed myself,--little
thinking, that any part of the late description was to be so speedily
realised by my own experience!
The hour being late, and the servants in bed, P. himself accompanied me
to the door. I ought to remark here that the day had been uncommonly
serene--not a breath stirring, as was noticed on the morning of the
great catastrophe at Lisbon; however, P. had barely closed the door,
when a sudden and violent motion of the earth threw me from the step
on which I was standing, to the middle of the pavement; I had got
partly up when a second shock, as smart as the first, threw me again
on the ground. With some difficulty I recovered my legs a second
time, the earth in the mean time heaving about under me like the deck
of a ship at sea. The street lamps, too, seemed violently agitated,
and the houses nodded over me as if they would fall every instant.
I attempted to run, but it was impossible; I could barely keep on
my feet. At one step I was dashed forcibly against the wall; at the
next I was thrown into the road; as the motion became more violent
I clung to a lamp-post, but it swayed with me like a rush. A great
mist came suddenly on, but I could perceive people hurrying about,
all staggering like drunken men; some of them addressing me, but so
confusedly as to be quite unintelligible; one--a lady--passed close to
me in evident alarm: seizing her hand, I besought her to fly with me
from the falling houses, into the open fields; what answer she made I
know not, for at that instant, a fresh shock threw me on my face with
such violence as to render me quite insensible. Providentially, in this
state I attracted the notice of some of the night police, who humanely
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