“The saddest she has ever seen,” replied the grocer; “for though the voice of prayer was silenced in her churches during the awful season of the plague, yet then men’s minds had been gradually prepared for the calamity, and though filled with terror, they were not taken by surprise, as must now be the case.  But let us to prayers, and may our earnest supplications avail in turning aside the Divine displeasure.”

And summoning his family and household, all of whom were by this time stirring, and in the utmost consternation at what they had heard of the fire, he commenced a prayer adapted to the occasion in a strain of the utmost fervour; and as Leonard gazed at his austere countenance, now lighted up with holy zeal, and listened to his earnest intercessions in behalf of the devoted city, he was reminded of the prophet Jeremiah weeping for Jerusalem before the throne of grace.

Prayers over, the whole party sat down to their morning repast, after which, the grocer and his eldest son, accompanied by Leonard and Blaize, mounted to the roof of the house, and gazing in the direction of the conflagration, they could plainly distinguish the vast cloud of yellow smoke commingled with flame that marked the scene of its ravages.  As the wind blew from this quarter, charged, as has been stated, with a cloud of sparks, many of the fire-drops were dashed in their faces, and compelled them to shade their eyes.  The same awful roar which Leonard had heard on the river likewise broke upon their ears, while from all the adjoining streets arose a wild clamour of human voices, the burden of whose cries was “Fire!  Fire!” The church bells, which should have been tolling to early devotion, were now loudly ringing the alarm, while their towers were crowded, as were the roofs of most of the houses, with persons gazing towards the scene of devastation.  Nothing could be more opposite to the stillness and quiet of a Sabbath morn; and as the grocer listened to the noise and tumult prevailing around him, he could not repress a groan.

“I never thought my ears would be so much offended on this day,” he said.  “Let us go down.  I have seen and heard enough.”

They then descended, and Stephen Bloundel, who was greatly alarmed by what he had just witnessed, strongly urged his father to remove immediately.  “There are seasons,” said the young man, “when even our duty to Heaven becomes a secondary consideration; and I should be sorry if the fruit of your industry were sacrificed to your religious scruples.”

“There are no such seasons,” replied the grocer, severely; “and I am grieved that a son of mine should think so.  If the inhabitants of this sinful city had not broken the Sabbath, and neglected God’s commandments, this heavy judgment would not have fallen upon them.  I shall neglect no precaution for the personal safety of my family, but I place my worldly goods in the hands of Him from whom I derived them, and to whom I am ready to restore them, whenever it shall please Him to take them.”