Iamsureshemusthaveseenthoseawfulprisonsofhis，outofwhichtheOpium-Eatergothisnightmarevision，describedbyanotheras\"cemeteriesofdepartedgreatness，wheremonstrousandforbiddenthingsarecrawlingandtwiningtheirslimyconvolutionsamongmoulderingbones，brokensculpture，andmutilatedinscriptions。\"
Suchablackdungeonfacedthepagethatheldtheblueskyandthesinglebird；atthebottomofitsomethingwascoiled，——what，andwhethermeantfordeadoralive，myeyescouldnotmakeout。
Itoldyoutheyounggirl’ssoulwasinthisbook。AsIturnedoverthelastleavesIcouldnothelpstarting。Therewereallsortsoffacesamongthearabesqueswhichlaughedandscowledinthebordersthatranroundthepages。Theyhadmostlytheoutlineofchildishorwomanlyormanlybeauty，withoutverydistinctindividuality。
Butatlastitseemedtomethatsomeofthemweretakingonalooknotwhollyunfamiliartome；therewerefeaturesthatdidnotseemnew——Canitbeso？Wasthereeversuchinnocenceinacreaturesofulloflife？Shetellsherheart’ssecretsasathree-years-oldchildbetraysitselfwithoutneedofbeingquestioned！Thiswasnocommonmiss，suchasareturnedoutinscoresfromtheyoung-lady-
factories，withparchmentswarrantingthemaccomplishedandvirtuous，——incaseanybodyshouldquestionthefact。Ibegantounderstandher；——andwhatissocharmingastoreadthesecretofarealfemmeincomprise？——forsuchthereare，thoughtheyarenottheoneswhothinkthemselvesuncomprehendedwomen。