text:  Your dreams even your day-dreams have hurried you ever far off and away from the beaten turnpike-road of life through forests of enchantment to rescue beauty which you never saw from knight-begirt and dragon-guarded castles; and little thankful have you been when you have opened your eyes awake in peace to the cold light of our misnamed utilitarian day and found all your enchantment broken the knights discomfited the dragon killed the drawbridge broken down and the ladies free--all without your help; and then when you have gone forth and in lieu of some rescued paragon of her sex you have met but the squire's daughter in her trim bonnet tripping with her trumpery to set up her fancy-shop in Vanity-Fair for fops to stare at through their glasses your imagination has felt the shock and incredulous of the improvement in manners and morals and overlooking all advancement of knowledge all the advantages of their real liberty momentarily have you wished them all shut up in castles or in nunneries to be the more adored till they may chance to be rescued