Paul's Churchyarde Broadsheet
July 9th - August 10th
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
The progress of the Pestilence
There died of the Plague in London
eleven hundred the 1st week of July. On August 2nd there was
kept throughout England a solemn fast to acknowledge God's
displeasure against the land by pestilence.
There are now perishing near ten
thousand poor creatures weekly. It is a dismal passage and
a dangerous for a hardy soul to walk the city and suburbs
and see so many coffins exposed in the streets and the ways
thin of people, the shops shut up and all in a mournful silence,
not knowing whose turn it might be next.
GOODS and SERVICES ADVERTIZED.
Are ye Like to Take the Present
Pestilence? Or no? Let the Learned Dr. Nowall, ASTROLOGER,
Cast yr HOROSCOPE. Find him at the Sign of the COCK AND BULL,
REMEDIES for the PLAGUE such as
Waters, Oyles, Treacles, Plasters, Pigeons for application
available from SIMON PENNYWEIGHT, APOTHECARY of KING STREET.
DELAY NOT. HAVE HELP BY YOU AT HOME WHEN NEED ARISE.
BE PREPARED! ELIAS GREAVES & SONS
COFFYN MAKERS of WYCH STr. by ST. CLEMENT DANES. MEMORIAS
Conceal Pock-marks, Enhance yr
Natural Beauty. Visit Thoms Bloom, Apothecary to the Famous,
Drury Lane, for Preparations, Salves, Lotions, Patches.
Ceruse paste prepared to our Special
Receipt. Saffron Wash and Belladonna Drops (to brighten the
eyes) ready for use.
THE VERY LATEST! Trimmed Mouseskin
Eyebrows. Easy to apply and elegant in appearance. Newly arrived
from the Continent. Wear them to the theatre or at Court and
be a SENSATION.
Items of apparel no longer required;
as gowns, stuff suits, breeches, cloaks. Bolts of cloth unused.
Cash paid. These stuffs also available for sale. Can be sent
into the country. Prompt delivery. Wilkins and BOBBIN, Tailors'
Suppliers. Tower St.
Human TEETH. Must be in Good Condition.
Fair Prices paid for full sets. Personal callers only to JONAS
GOBBE, Barber, Chirurgeon, Toothdrawer at THE BEARE, Fetter
Lane. Dentures also fitted.
WHY GO BALD OR GREY? We recommend MASTER BENJAMIN HAWSHARE,
Wigmaker to the Nobility. Wigs of all styles guaranteed free
from nits and fleas. Beard brush given away with each full wig
Paul's Churchyarde Broadsheet
June 1st - September 15th
A MESSAGE TO OUR PATIENT READERS.
An Apology for Long Absence. We
are heartily sorry that, first by reason of the Pestilence
that still rageth and by which we have lost goodly men of
our trade, and secondly for that our whole place of business
hath been utterly destroyed by the recent Conflagration, we
are constrained to print - and that but imperfectly - three
months together of our usual broadsheet.
Alas, Paul's Churchyard is no more;
henceforth, look for us in St Mary's Axe, whither we are removed
by the Grace of God and the kindness of our fellow guildsmen.
* * * *
June 1st - 6th. A MOST DISAST'ROUS
A Mangling by the
On June 1st was heard
in the gardens to the east, the great guns of a naval battle.
June 3rd - Whit Sunday:
there was news that the navy under the Duke of Albemarle had
been engaged all Saturday and that one of our finest ships,
the 'Henry' was like to burnt.
June 6th. The news
reached us of the dreadful encounter and a most disast'rous
defeat suffered by our brave fleet at the hands of those Dutchment,
which chas'd our ships well nigh home to London before a squadron
under the command of His Majesty's cousin, Prince Rupert,
put some heart into our men and halted the worst of the carnage.
For this mercy, God be thanked, but even so, great number
of our sailors perished and many suffered grievous wounds.
June 6th. One of our correspondents,
Mr Samuel Pepys, a Treasurer in the Navy Office, has described
to us how a couple of men from the fleet came to speak with
him, as he was at dinner. He went down to see a Mr Daniel,
all muffled up and his face as black as a chimney and covered
with dirt, pitch and tar, and his right eye stopped with oakum
(or oiled hemp); and his companion in no better case. They
had been set ashore that morning at 2-o-clock at Harwich in
a ketch with about twenty more wounded men from the 'Royal
Charles'. They being able to ride, took horse about 3 in the
morning and was in London between 11 & 12.
Mr Pepys observes that the story
of our defeat, that these two wounded sailormen had to tell,
ought to be of use to us to check our pride and presumption
in adventuring upon hazards against a people that can fight,
it seems now, as well as we, and that will not be discouraged
by any losses but that they will rise again.
June 7th. Mr John Evelyn, one of
our Commissioners for the sick and wounded, has despatched
more surgeons, linen and medicaments to the several ports
where the wounded have come ashore to hospitals.
June 15th. Mr Evelyn described
to us how he beheld at Sheerness, the sad spectacle of more
than half that gallant bulwark of the kingdom, namely our
navy, miserably shattered and hardly a vessel entire, appearing
like so many wrecks and hulls, so cruelly had the Dutch mangled
O MOST CALAMITOUS SPECTACLE!
A City in Ruins.
September 2nd (From our own reporters
and other eye witnesses).
This fatal night at about ten began
that deplorable fire in London. The fire, conspiring with
a fierce east wind in a very dry season, burnt through Tower
St., Fenchurch St. and Gracechurch St. and laid hold of St.
Paul's Cathedral. the conflagration was so universal and the
people so astonished that from the beginning they hardly stirred
to quench it.
There was nothing heard of seen
by crying out and lamentatiuon, and running about like distracted
creatures, without at all attempting to save even their goods.
The fire burned the churches, public
halls, Exchange, hospitals, monuments and ornaments, leaping
from house to house and street to street after a prodigious
manner; for, with a long spell of fair and warm weather, the
heat had even ignited the air and prepared the materials to
conceive the fire, which, after an incredible manner, devoured
houses, furniture, everything.
The noise, crackling and thunder
of the impetuous flames, the shrieking of women and children,
the hurry of people and the fall of towers, houses and churches,
was like an hideous storm, and the air all about was so hot
and inflamed that, at the last, one was not able to approach
it, but was forced to stand still and let the flames consume
on. The clouds of smoke also were dismal and reached nearly
fifty miles in length.
O, the miserable and calamitous
spectacle! London was, but is no more.
[For the above account we are indebted
to Mr. John Evelyn, whose work regarding the sick and wounded
we have already had occasion to mention. He also sent us this
description of his activities on....]
Clambering over mountains
of yet smoking rubbish and frequently mistaking
where I was,
the ground under my feet being
so hot that it made me not only sweat but even burnt the soles
of my feet. I went towards Islington and Highgate, where one
might have seen two hundred thousand people of all ranks and
degrees dispersed and lying alongside their heaps of what
they could save from the flames, deploring their loss and
yet, though ready to perish for hunger and destitution, not
asking one penny for relief - which appeared to me a stranger
sight than any I yet beheld.
His Majesty and Council, however,
took all imaginable care for their relief, by proclamation
for the country people to come in and refresh them with provisions.
[Additional reporting on this most
grave of occurrences comes from another eye-witness, Mr. Samuel
September 2nd (he writes)
So I got down to the Waterside,
and there got a boat and through the bridge, and saw a lamentable
fire. Everyone endeavouring to remove their goods, and flinging
into the River, or bringing them into lighters that lay off.
Poor people staying in their houses as long as till the very
fire touched them, and then running into boats, or clambering
from one pair of stair by the waterside to another.
And among other things, the poor
pigeons, I perceive, were loath to leave their houses, but
hovered aboyt the windows and balconies till they were some
of them burned, their wings, and fell down.
At last met my Lord Mayor in Canning
St., like a man spent, with a handkercher about his neck.
To the King's message (that houses were to be pulled down
to halt the spread of fire) he cried like a fainting woman:-
'Lord what can I do? I am spent. People will not obey me.
I have been pulling down houses. But the fire overtakes us
faster than we can do it'.
A HOPEFUL (AND ASTONISHING) FOOTNOTE:
September 13th. Mr Evelyn presented His Majesty King Charles
II with a survey of the ruins, and a plan for a new city!!!
FROM THE COURT
An item from the provinces.
The following item has reached
us through a member of the household of the Noble Earl of
Devonshire, but newly come from his great seat at Chatsworth
in Derbyshire. We think it will be of interest to our readers,
still suffering as we all do, from the fearful prevalence
of the Plague amongst us. It reminds us that even in our woe,
we are but one part of this kingdom, and that by the example
of others who suffer as we do, we may learn fortitude and
It seems that one of the villages
for which the Noble Earl takes responsibility, as landlord
and Lord Lieutenant. was stricken last summer by the pestilence,
carried thither, it is believed, in contaminated cloth sent
from a London merchant to a tailor in the village. Many poor
souls took sick and died. Great fear fell upon them; all in
this village, EYAM by name, believing that the hand of God
was raised against them by reason of their sins.
In their extremity, they were sustained
by their new rector, the Reverend William Mompesson and by
the former holder of the living, the Reverend Thomas Stanley,
displaced from the parish because of his non-conformity. These
two good men persuaded the folk in their care to isolate themselves
within the parish boundaries, that no neighbouring townships,
villages and hamlets should take the contagion and suffer
as they were doing. This has been held to with success so
far as can be ascertained to date.
To our sorrow, we understand that
the dear wife of William Mompesson has lately fallen victim
to the disease along with a dreadful number of those she helped
to succour and who endured their fearful isolation along with
her and her husband.
Admiring of their brave resolve,
the Earl of Devonshire gave freely of provisions and medicaments,
a system having been organized by which these could be received
without contaminating those who carried the supplies. We thank
God for those who cared for their fellow men enough to sacrifice
their hope of safety that others might go unharmed and for
those who supported them. May God have mercy upon all who
have died, and all who are still in peril, here in London
SOME RECENT PROCEEDINGS OF THE
Over the last 18 months the Royal
Society has continued to meet in despite of the pestilence,
to the great advancement of science.
In March 1665: Mr Boyle's experiments
with his new air-pump continued, as:- a kitten, being placed
in a container, the air was sucked out by means of the pump,
whereupon the cat apparently expired. The air being re-introduced,
the animal revived. Conclusion:- air is necessary to sustain
In great contrast, during the same
month, members heard a most interesting lecture on the great
variety of bread-baking in France, and the methods used in
May 1665: it was demonstrated beyond
doubt, that the oil distilled from tobacco is mighty poisonous
- even to death - to the system that takes it in.
In the same month, members were
astonished to see a human foetus, aborted some months previously,
prefectly preserved in spirits of salt.
January 1666. Further experiments
with respiration were performed, but their exact use to which
this apparently necessary intake of air into a living body
is put, remains as yet a mystery. It was at this meeting that
the learned fellow, Dr. Merritt, showed that all was a mystery
to him by being taken up, drunk, before the end of the proceedings.
February 1666. Mr Hooke, who demonstrated
his new pendulum last year, gave a talk on felt manufacture.
Dr. Christopher Wren discoursed
on the use of squares in architectural drawing.
Our latest reports from this exciting
body of learning refer to experiments in transferring a quantity
of blood from one animal to another.
Even in the midst of fire and pestilence,
the enquiring mind is undaunted.
THE RAT'S TALE THAT CAME TO THE
"Friend", said one black rat to
another, as they sat together on the rim of a hogshead of
beer, preening their long whiskers and surveying the inn-yard
below their perch, "have you heard that the Lord Mayor of
this great city has ordered all the dogs and cats in the town
to be killed?"
"Has he really?" the other replied,
with a twitch of his pointed nose. "Then we can prepare ourselves
for a merry life. Not only shall we have free access to what
rubbishy bits are thrown into the streets, but there will
be no teeth or claws to defend the rich store-places from
"Tee hee!" chortled his friend,
with a gleam of anticipation in his beady eyes "Even our human
enemies will be laid low by the plague that we shall be able
to spread easily amongst them. They will be unable to attack
us. We shall be the kings of London Town! Cheese and pickles,
here I come!" and he popped his head over the rim, ready to
leap to the ground and set off for the nearest pantry.
"Ho! ho! Not so fast, Black Rat",
said the Flea that had just taken a frog-leap onto the barrel
from the cooling body of a rat that had recently been kicked
to death by a drunken porter. "I heard that, and I want my
share of the fun. You can take me with you" and she (she was
a female flea) burrowed comfortably into the warm fur of the
rat's neck as he jumped.
Of course, she was not the only
flea in his fur, but she was the only one carrying a bacillus
(or germ) that could spread the plague, and she was proud
of the power that gave her to spoil the rat's plans for his
She waited until he was poised
to gnaw his was through the rind of a fine side of bacon on
the tradesman's larder he had selected, and then sank her
little fangs sharply into the vein of his neck - she was ready
for refreshment by then, anyway.
The rat found he could not enjoy
his meal. He felt terrible. It was not long before he crawled
away and rolled onto his back with his feet in the air - dead
as a doornail of plague.
His hopes had come to nothing.
But the Flea was not much better
off. Leaving his cold corpse, she chose what she thought was
a particularly fine, large, warm furry creature, only to find
herself suffocating in the folds of a thick length of cloth
being packed for transport. She was squashed to death under
the weight of other packages, and did not even have time,
like some of the others trapped with her, to lay a few eggs
to hatch out in the warmth of the tailor's kitchen in Eyam,
and take revenge for her by biting poor George Viccars.
So much for the pursuit of selfish