Let’s go back; way, way back to the early 19th century.  The folks of this century loved fireworks just as much as we do today, if not even more.  Fireworks were a part of the culture, what was once only reserved aristocracy had filtered down as a collective passion for the masses.  Enchanted with the firework attractions in the amusement park at Vauxhall (‘the’ iconic place for outdoor London entertainment in the mid 1700s through 1800s) and the ‘master’ of fireworks herself, Madame Hengler, , writer Thomas Hood captured the era and its interest with pyrotechnics with the following piece of period poetry that was first published in the inaugural ‘Comic Annual.’
 

 
In ‘Ode to Madame Hengler.
Oh, Mrs. Hengler!—Madame,—I beg pardon;
Starry Enchantress of the Surrey Garden!
Accept an Ode not meant as any scoff—
The Bard were bold indeed at thee to quiz,
Whose squibs are far more popular than his;
Whose works are much more certain to go off.
 
. . . be bright and busy
While hoaxed astronomers look up and stare
From tall observatories, dumb and dizzy
To see a squib in Cassiopeia’s Chair!
A Serpent wiggling in Charles’ Wain!
A Roman Candle lighting the Big Bear!
A Rocket tangled in Diana’s train!
And Crackers stuck in Berenice’s hair!