Young women, animated by the passions their feeling bosoms of necessity breed, and under terror discover, do not distinguish an abstract justice from a concrete.

They are of the tribe too long hereditarily enslaved to conceive an abstract.

So it is with them, that their God is the God of the slave, as it is with all but the bravest of boys.

He is a Thing to cry to, a Punisher, not much of a Supporter--the Biblical Hebrew's right reading of Nature, favouring man, yet prompt to confound him, and with woman for the instrument of vengeance.

By such a maze the blindfolded, are brought round to see Justice on earth.