7.But at length the shout，“The Kremlin is on fire！”was heard above the roar of the conflagration，and Napoleon reluctantly consented toleave.He descended into the streets with his staff，and looked about for a way of egress，but the flames blocked every passage.At length they discovered a postern gate，leading to the Moskwa，and entered it；but they had entered still further into the danger.As Napoleon cast his eye round the open space，girdled and arched with fire，smoke，and cinders，he saw one single street yet open，but all on fire.Into this he rushed，and amid the crash of falling houses and raging of the flames，over burning ruins，through clouds of rolling smoke，and between walls of fire，he pressed on；and，at length，half suffocated，emerged in safety from the blazing city，and took up his quarters in the imperial palace of Petrowsky，nearly three miles distant.
8.Mortier，relieved from his anxiety for the Emperor，redoubled his efforts to arrest the conflagration.His men cheerfully rushed into every danger.Breathing nothing but smoke and ashes，canopied by flame，and smoke，and cinders，surrounded by walls of fire，that rocked to and fro，and fell with a crash amid the blazing ruins，carrying down with them red-hot roofs of iron；he struggled against an enemy that no boldness could awe or courage overcome.Those brave troops had heard the tramp of thousands of cavalry sweeping to battle without fear；but now they stood in still terror before the march of the conflagration，under whose burning footsteps was heard the incessant crash of falling houses，and palaces，and churches.The continuous roar of the raging hurricane，mingled with that of the flames，was more terrible than the thunder of artillery；and before this new foe，in the midst of this battle of the elements，the awe-struck army stood powerless and affrighted.
9.When night again descended on the city，it presented a spectacle，the like of which was never seen before，and which baffles all deion.The streets were streets of fire，the heavens a canopy of fire，and the entire body of the city a mass of fire，fed by a hurricane that sped the blazing fragments in a constant stream through the air.Incessant explosions，from the blowing up of stores of oil，and tar，andspirits，shook the very foundations of the city，and sent vast volumes of smoke rolling furiously toward the sky.Huge sheets of canvas on fire came floating like messengers of death through the flames；the towers and domes of the churches and palaces glowing with a red-hot heat over the wild sea below，then tottering a moment on their bases，were hurled by the tempest into the common ruin.
10.Thousands of wretches，before unseen，were driven by the heat from the cellars and hovels，and streamed in an incessant throng through the streets.Children were seen carrying their parents；the strong the weak；while thousands more were staggering under the loads of plunder they had snatched from the flames.This，too，would frequently take fire in the falling shower，and the miserable creatures would be compelled to drop it and flee for their lives.O，it was a scene of woe and fear inconceivable and indescribable！A mighty and closely-packed city of houses，and churches，and palaces，wrapped from limit to limit in flames，which are fed by a whirling hurricane，is a sight this world will seldom see.
11.But this was within the city.To Napoleon，without，the spectacle was still more sublime and terrific.When the flames had overcome all obstacles，and had wrapped every thing in their red mantle，that great city looked like a sea of rolling fire，swept by a tempest that drove it into billows.Huge domes and towers，throwing off sparks like blazing firebrands，now disappeared in their maddening flow，as they rushed and broke high over their tops，scattering their spray of fire against the clouds.The heavens themselves seemed to have caught the conflagration，and the angry masses that swept it rolled over a bosom of fire.