BOOK THE SIXTH.
SEPTEMBER, 1666.
I.
THE FIRE-HALL.
About nine o'clock on the night of Saturday, the second of September, 1666--and rather more than nine months after the incidents last related,--three men took their way from Smithfield to Islington.

They proceeded at a swift pace and in silence, until, having mounted the steep hill on which the suburb in question is situated, they halted at a short distance from the high walls surrounding the great water-works formed by the New-River-head.

The night was dark, but free from cloud, in consequence of a strong easterly wind which prevailed at the time.
"It is dark in London now," observed one of the three persons to his companions as he cast his eye in the direction of the great city, that lay buried in gloom beneath them; "but there will be light enough soon." "A second dawn, and brighter than the first, shall arise upon it," replied one of his companions, a tall, gaunt man, whose sole covering was a sheepskin, girded round his loins.

"Such a flame shall be kindled within it, as hath not been seen since showers of brimstone and fire descended upon the sinful cities of the plain.

'The Lord shall come with flames of fire,'" he added, pointing his long staff towards the city.
"'He shall make them like a fiery oven, in the time of his wrath.