Looking east. A fire front of over four miles. [verso:] I saw the fire rushing up the narrow ways with a snarling sound. At times the fresh eastern breeze caught it. Here and there in its path, as far as I could see, were some of the humble cottages of that quarter, which had fallen down like stacks of cards. And there, like a flash, I had a vision of the tragedy; the earthquake first, with the red cloak of fire thrown like a mantle of hypocrisy over its ravages, and the results forever a poignant mystery.--Harper's Weekly. [Postcard.]
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