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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XII, Issue 513, 30 September 1867, Page 2

A Fireside Thought,— lf I had been * hfathen. i think I should have been a fire-worshipper. Yes, what a companion, as it burns so cheerily in the long winter evenings, when one closes the shutters, &nd draws file curtains, and shuts cut the cold dark night, and the howling tempest; whilst the wind goes whistling round the house, and the storm-blast answers it, and a chorus of wild spirit voice? shriek to one another, and one listens and listens to the weird-like strife i Often and often have half fancied that they w-ero lest spirits wailing frantically in their mad desprir, lost! lost! lost! The deep horse groan answering the shrill piercing cry, or the plaintive moaning sobs.- whilst now and then is heard a burst of unearthly, mocking laugatcr, as if the arch fiend were triumphing amidst bis fallen angels.— prom Joyce Hornier’s Story,” in Once a Week.