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- # _Fire Worship_.
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The section contains a commentary on a piece titled "_Fire Worship_." The author praises the title and quotes a passage from the work, highlighting its depiction of fire as a powerful yet domesticated force. The passage describes the potential for destruction embodied by fire, contrasting it with its comforting presence in the hearth. The author then hints at other works, described as "apples," suggesting a critique or analysis of additional literary pieces.
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- _Fire Worship_. Was ever the hearth so glorified into an altar before?
The mere title of that piece is better than any common work in fifty
folio volumes. How exquisite is this: ‘Nor did it lessen the charm of
his soft, familiar courtesy and helpfulness that the mighty spirit, were
opportunity offered him, would run riot through the peaceful house, wrap
its inmates in his terrible embrace, and leave nothing of them save
their whitened bones. This possibility of mad destruction only made his
domestic kindness the more beautiful and touching. It was so sweet of
him, being endowed with such power, to dwell day after day, and one long
lonesome night after another, on the dusky hearth, only now and then
betraying his wild nature by thrusting his red tongue out of the
chimney-top! True, he had done much mischief in the world, and was
pretty certain to do more; but his warm heart atoned for all. He was
kindly to the race of man; and they pardoned his characteristic
imperfections.’
But he has still other apples, not quite so ruddy, though full as
ripe:--apples, that have been left to wither on the tree, after the
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- _Fire Worship_.