text:  Then there are wild dells running back in the wooded parts of the hill and walks seem to be made through them for the convenience of maids who love the moon--or more probably and more poetically too for the refreshment of the toiling citizens of the smoky town who wander about among these sylvan recesses with their wives and families and enjoy the wondrous beauty of the landscape without having consulted Burke or Adam Smith on the causes of their delight