he fire amid all that wrecked and broken trumpery of the world. A good man, however, ran to her rescue.
"Patience, my poor girl!" said he, as he drew her back from the fierce embrace of the destroying angel. "Be patient, and abide Heaven's will. So long as you possess a living soul, all may be restored to its first freshness. These things of matter and creations of human fantasy are fit for nothing but to be burned when once they have had their day; but your day is eternity!"
"Yes," said the wretched girl, whose frenzy seemed now to have sunk down into deep despondency, "yes, and the sunshine is blotted out of it!"
It was now rumored among the spectators that all the weapons and munitions of war were to be thrown into the bonfire with the exception of the world's stock of gunpowder, which, as the safest mode of disposing of it, had already been drowned in the sea. This intelligence seemed to awaken great diversity of opinion. The hopeful philanthropist esteemed it a token that the millennium was
A rather broad parable from Hawthorne. People get the idea to purify the Earth of all that is wrong with it and build a bonfire. They start burning all the trappings of royalty and go on from there until virtually nothing is left--except the main problem.
It isn't so much a plotted story as an account of the burning and all the things that come to fuel the fire. He makes some judgements of lierary worth along the way. It's fairly amusing.