DANIEL DEFOE. A JOURNAL OF THE PLAGUE YEAR

abandon their dwellings, leaving the place as a space of ground

designed by Heaven for an Akeldama, doomed to be destroyed from

the face of the earth, and that all that would be found in it would

perish with it. I shall name but a few of these things; but sure they

were so many, and so many wizards and cunning people propagating

them, that I have often wondered there was any (women especially)

left behind.

In the first place, a blazing star or comet appeared for several

months before the plague, as there did the year after another, a little

before the fire. The old women and the phlegmatic hypochondriac

part of the other sex, whom I could almost call old women too,

remarked (especially afterward, though not till both those judgements

were over) that those two comets passed directly over the city, and

that so very near the houses that it was plain they imported something

peculiar to the city alone; that the comet before the pestilence was of

a faint, dull, languid colour, and its motion very heavy, Solemn, and

slow; but that the comet before the fire was bright and sparkling, or,

as others said, flaming, and its motion swift and furious; and that,

accordingly, one foretold a heavy judgement, slow but severe, terrible

and frightful, as was the plague; but the other foretold a stroke,

sudden, swift, and fiery as the conflagration. Nay, so particular some

people were, that as they looked upon that comet preceding the fire,

they fancied that they not only saw it pass swiftly and fiercely, and

could perceive the motion with their eye, but even they heard it; that it

made a rushing, mighty noise, fierce and terrible, though at a distance,

and but just perceivable.

I saw both these stars, and, I must confess, had so much of the

common notion of such things in my head, that I was apt to look upon

them as the forerunners and warnings of God’s judgements; and

especially when, after the plague had followed the first, I yet saw

another of the like kind, I could not but say God had not yet

sufficiently scourged the city.

But I could not at the same time carry these things to the height that

others did, knowing, too, that natural causes are assigned by the

astronomers for such things, and that their motions and even their

revolutions are calculated, or pretended to be calculated, so that they

cannot be so perfectly called the forerunners or foretellers, much less

the procurers, of such events as pestilence, war, fire, and the like.

But let my thoughts and the thoughts of the philosophers be, or have

been, what they will, these things had a more than ordinary influence

upon the minds of the common people, and they had almost universal

melancholy apprehensions of some dreadful calamity and judgement

coming upon the city; and this principally from the sight of this

comet, and the little alarm that was given in December by two people

dying at St Giles’s, as above.

The apprehensions of the people were likewise strangely increased

by the error of the times; in which, I think, the people, from what

principle I cannot imagine, were more addicted to prophecies and

astrological conjurations, dreams, and old wives’ tales than ever they

were before or since. Whether this unhappy temper was originally

raised by the follies of some people who got money by it – that is to

say, by printing predictions and prognostications – I know not; but

certain it is, books frighted them terribly, such as Lilly’s Almanack,

Gadbury’s Astrological Predictions, Poor Robin’s Almanack, and the

like; also several pretended religious books, one entitled, Come out of

her, my People, lest you be Partaker of her Plagues; another called,

Fair Warning; another, Britain’s Remembrancer; and many such, all,

or most part of which, foretold, directly or covertly, the ruin of the

city. Nay, some were so enthusiastically bold as to run about the

streets with their oral predictions, pretending they were sent to preach

to the city; and one in particular, who, like Jonah to Nineveh, cried in

the streets, ‘Yet forty days, and London shall be destroyed.’ I will not

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