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darted like a shot through the whole town,—set fire to it at once in three and thirty different places;—they threw burning matches on the powder magazine,—into the churches and the storehouses.—'Sdeath! It was scarcely a quarter of an hour,—when a brisk gale from the north-east, that certainly owed them a spite, like us, gave us all the help we wished, and in a moment the whole was in a whirlwind of fire.—We ran up and down the streets like furies, crying, Fire! Fire! in every quarter!—Then there was such a horrible noise and confusion.—The great bells were set a-ringing.—The powder magazine blew up.—'Twas as if heaven, earth, and hell had all gone together.

Then my attendants began to look behind them.—'Twas like Sodom and Gomorrah;—the whole town in a blaze:—Sulphur, smoke, and fire:—All the range of hills re-echoed with the explosions:—The terror was universal:—Now was the time:—They had taken off my irons;—so very near was it;—touch and go;—off I went like an arrow;—out of sight in a moment while they stood petrified, like Lot's wife.—Luckily I had but a few paces to run to the river—I tore off my clothes, jump'd in, and swam under water, till I