A mysterious sylph –a seamstress– instills beauty and a romantic view of life into the lives of austere villagers, via their pockets! [Image shows villagers surprise at her arrival.}
Wafting from 'wherever', the sylph proved a seamstress. Fancier than the town wished, she grew bored with their taupish cotton. With tincture and texture she slipped motifs of embroidered fantasy into the pockets of functionaries and farmers; romance was rekindled. In her husband, one wife saw "a buccaneer holding pink shells, black pearls and a sword." Pockets evinces the ecstasy in aesthetics, and shows us verse in prose -a delight for embryonic elocutionists.