All Westminster, all the Strand, all the river were in commotion.

Before midnight the King's apartments, the Queen's apartments, the Wardrobe, the Treasury, the office of the Privy Council, the office of the Secretary of State, had been destroyed.

The two chapels perished together; that ancient chapel where Wolsey had heard mass in the midst of gorgeous copes, golden candlesticks, and jewelled crosses, and that modern edifice which had been erected for the devotions of James and had been embellished by the pencil of Verrio and the chisel of Gibbons.
Meanwhile a great extent of building had been blown up; and it was hoped that by this expedient a stop had been put to the conflagration.

But early in the morning a new fire broke out of the heaps of combustible matter which the gunpowder had scattered to right and left.

The guard room was consumed.