A peal of gunpowder was heard on the water, and another, and another; and so, in a few moments, the glad tidings went flying past the Savoy and the Friars to London Bridge, and to the forest of masts below.

As the news spread, streets and squares, market places and coffeehouses, broke forth into acclamations.

Yet were the acclamations less strange than the weeping.
For the feelings of men had been wound up to such a point that at length the stern English nature, so little used to outward signs of emotion, gave way, and thousands sobbed aloud for very joy.

Meanwhile, from the outskirts of the multitude, horsemen were spurring off to bear along all the great roads intelligence of the victory of our Church and nation.
Yet not even that astounding explosion could awe the bitter and intrepid spirit of the Solicitor.

Striving to make himself heard above the din, he called on the judges to commit those who had violated, by clamour, the dignity of a court of justice.