The mighty city was completely laid prostrate.
After a short rest, the young man shaped his course towards Saint Paul's, and on reaching its western precincts, gazed for some time at the reverend structure, as if its contemplation called up many and painful recollections.

Tears started to his eyes, and he was about to turn away, when he perceived the figure of Solomon Eagle stationed near the cross at the western extremity of the roof.

The enthusiast caught sight of him at the same moment, and motioned him to come nearer.

"What has happened ?" he demanded, as the other approached the steps of the portico.
The young man shook his head mournfully.

"It is a sad tale," he said, "and cannot be told now." "I can conjecture what it is," replied Solomon Eagle.