text:  All I implore of you is a punch of your crutch into the very heart of a matter involving the best interests of my sex! You dear Mr Editor who have your eyes garnished with Solomon's spectacles about you cannot but have perceived on the parlour-tables and book-shelves of your fair friends--by whose firesides you are courted even as the good knight and the _Spectator_ by the Lady Lizards of the days of Anne--a sudden inundation of tabby-bound volumes addressed in supergilt letters to the "Wives of England"--the "Daughters of England"--the "Grandmothers of England