The Exchange a sad sight, nothing standing there, of all
the statues or pillars, but Sir Thomas Gresham's picture in the
corner. Into Moore-fields, (our feet ready to burn, walking
through the town among the hot coles,) and find that full of
people, and poor wretches carrying their goods there, and every
body keeping his goods together by themselves; (and a great
blessing it is to them that it is fair weather for them to keep
abroad night and day;) drunk there, and paid twopence for a plain
penny loaf. Thence homeward, having passed through Cheapside,
and Newgate market, all burned; and seen Anthony Joyce's house in
fire. And took up (which I keep by me) a piece of glass of
Mercer's chapel in the street, where much more was, so melted and
buckled with the heat of the fire like parchment. I also did see
a poor cat taken out of a hole in a chimney, joyning to the wall
of the Exchange, with the hair all burned off the body, and yet
alive. So home at night, and find there good hopes of saving our
office; but great endeavours of watching all night, and having
men ready; and so we lodged them in the office, and had drink and
bread and cheese for them.
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