The conflagration was so universal, and the people so astonished,
that from the beginning, I know not by what despondency or fate,
they hardly stirr’d to quench it, so that there was nothing heard
or seene but crying out and lamentation, running about like
distracted creatures, without at all attempting to save even their
goods, such a strange consternation there was upon them, so as it
burned both in breadth and length, the Churches, Public Halls,
Exchange, Hospitals, Monuments, and ornaments, leaping after a
prodigious manner from house to house and streete to streete, at
greate distances one from ye other; for ye heate with a long set of
faire and warme weather, had even ignited the air, and prepar’d the
materials to conceive the fire, which devour’d after an incredible
manner, houses, furniture, and everything. Here we saw the Thames
cover’d with goods floating, all the barges and boates laden with
what some had time and courage to save, as, on ye other, ye carts,
&c., carrying out to the fields, which for many miles were strew’d
with moveables of all sorts, and tents erecting to shelter both
people and what goods they could get away. Oh the miserable and
calamitous spectacle! such as haply the world had not seen the like
since the foundation of it, nor to be outdone till the universale
conflagration. All the skie was of a fiery aspect, like the top of
a burning oven, the light seen above forty miles round about for
many nights. God grant my eyes may never behold the like, now
seeing above 10,000 houses all in one flame; the noise and cracking
and thunder of the impetuous flames, ye shrieking of women and
children, the hurry of people, the fall of Towers, Houses, and
Churches, was like an hideous storme, and the aire all about so hot
and inflam’d that at last one was not able to approach it, so that
they were forc’d to stand still and let ye flames burn on, wch they
did for neere two miles in length and one in bredth. The clouds of
smoke were dismall, and reach’d upon computation neer fifty miles
in length. Thus I left it this afternoone burning, a resemblance of
Sodom, or the last day. London was, but is no more!
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