I took her up and carried her to the rest in the garden; came in the second time and ran upstairs, the flame breaking through the wall at the staircase; thought all my children were safe, and hoped my wife was some way got out.

I then remembered my books, and felt in my pocket for the key of the chamber which led to my study.

I could not find the key, though I searched a second time.

Had I opened that door, I must have perished.
I ran down and went to my children in the garden, to help them over the wall.

When I was without, I heard one of my poor lambs, left still above-stairs, about six years old, cry out, dismally, "Help me!" I ran in again, to go upstairs, but the staircase was now all afire.