When the embraced woman breathes respect into us, she wings a beast.

We have from her the poetry of the tasted life; excelling any garden-gate or threshold lyrics called forth by purest early bloom.

Respect for her person, for her bearing, for her character that is in the sum a beauty plastic to the civilized young man's needs and cravings, as queenly physical loveliness has never so fully been to him along the walks of life, and as ideal worships cannot be for our nerving contentment.

She brings us to the union of body and soul; as good as to say, earth and heaven.

Secret of all human aspirations, the ripeness of the creeds, is there; and the passion for the woman desired has no poetry equalling that of the embraced respected woman.
Something of this went reeling through Fleetwood; positively to this end; accompanied the while with flashes of Carinthia, her figure across the varied scenes.