human
Viva, viva to the earthquake! the loss of others is our gain. Viva to havoc and confusion! all is now our prey.--The rich man's wealth is left unprotected,--Death has parted the miser from his gold,--all is now ours! and on they rushed. Some of their number were killed by the falling ruins, but what cared they for their loss? it was soon supplied by crowds of accursed wretches like themselves, hardened by years of crime, and excited by thoughts of indiscriminate plunder. They met a man flying with bags of gold.
gpt
What ho! Dare you to take our property, fool? and he was hurled lifeless to the ground. The third shock came-- but while others were falling on their knees, with prayers for mercy, they shouted and blasphemed; the wilder the havoc, the greater would be their booty;--what cared they for aught else? Away they rushed through the streets--none dared oppose them. They seized upon arms, which some soldiers had thrown aside.
human
Hurra, hurra! the city is ours! who is lord now?
gpt
The shrines of the churches are unguarded; for the earthquake has spared some for us. The candles burnt on the altars, rich gems decorated the figure of the Virgin,--they tore away the glittering jewels,--they seized upon the golden cups and salvers of the Holy Sacrament. An aged priest had knelt in prayer, during the awful visitation, happy to die in the sanctuary of his God. With horror he beheld the sacrilegious deed, and cursed the impious wretches in the name of Him he served.
human
What, old dotard, darest thou interfere with our pursuits? Knowest thou not that all now is ours?