It will, in truth, be a mercy if they are gone.

There were distracted mothers raving over their children,--a young husband lamenting his wife,--two little children weeping over their dead parents, with none to attend them, none to feed them,--an old man mourning over his son cut off in his prime.

In short, misery and distress in their worst form,--the streets ringing with shrieks and groans, and the numbers of dead so great that it was impossible to carry them off.

You remember Solomon Eagle's prophecy ?" "Perfectly," replied Leonard; "and I lament to see its fulfilment." "'The streets shall be covered with grass, and the living shall not be able to bury their dead,'-- so it ran," said Rainbird.

"And it has come to pass.