The old shoemaker, Mr.Woodseer, hauls women into his religion, and purifies them by the process,--fancies he does.

He gets them to wear an air.

Old Gower, too, has his Religion of Nature, with free admission for women, whom he worships in similes, running away from them, leering sheepishly.

No, Feltre's' rigid monastic system is the sole haven.

And what a world, where we have no safety except in renouncing it! The two sexes created to devour one another must abjure their sex before they gain 'The Peace,' as Feltre says, impressively, if absurdly.