In the street called the Canal au Sucre, immediately behind the Town-house, there was a fierce struggle, a horrible massacre.

A crowd of burghers; grave magistrates, and such of the German soldiers as remained alive, still confronted the ferocious Spaniards.

There amid the flaming desolation, Goswyn Verreyck, the heroic margrave of the city, fought with the energy of hatred and despair.

The burgomaster, Van der Meere, lay dead at his feet; senators, soldiers, citizens, fell fast around him, and he sank at last upon a heap of slain.
With him effectual resistance ended.

The remaining combatants were butchered, or were slowly forced downward to perish in the Scheld.