Hardly a statue or picture escaped destruction.

Fortunately, the illustrious artist, whose labors were destined in the next generation to enrich and ennoble the city, Rubens, most profound of colorists, most dramatic--of artists; whose profuse tropical genius seemed to flower the more luxuriantly, as if the destruction wrought by brutal hands were to be compensated by the creative energy of one, divine spirit, had not yet been born.

Of the treasures which existed the destruction was complete.

Yet the rage was directed exclusively against stocks and stones.

Not a man was wounded nor a woman outraged.