He was given a magnificent funeral and the procession on its way to the cemetery had to climb six times over piles of ruins or cross upon planks over the uprooted roads.
The ordinary helpers of the rich, the clerks, employees, brokers, and agents, preserved an unshaken fidelity.

The surviving clerks of the Bank that had been blown up, made their way along the ruined streets through the midst of smoking houses to hand in their bills of exchange, and several were swallowed up in the flames while endeavouring to present their receipts.
Nevertheless, any illusion concerning the state of affairs was impossible.

The enemy was master of the town.

Instead of silence the noise of explosions was now continuous and produced an insurmountable feeling of horror.

The lighting apparatus having been destroyed, the city was plunged in darkness all through the night, and appalling crimes were committed.