There was little sleep on either side of the wall.

The bonfires shone bright along the whole circuit of the ramparts.

The Irish guns continued to roar all night; and all night the bells of the rescued city made answer to the Irish guns with a peal of joyous defiance.

Through the whole of the thirty-first of July the batteries of the enemy continued to play.

But, soon after the sun had again gone down, flames were seen arising from the camp; and, when the first of August dawned, a line of smoking ruins marked the site lately occupied by the huts of the besiegers; and the citizens saw far off the long column of pikes and standards retreating up the left bank of the Foyle towards Strabane, [254] So ended this great siege, the most memorable in the annals of the British isles.