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THE CORAL RING.

THE CORAL RING.

-THERE is no time of life in which young g are so thoroughly selfish as from fifteen to tw ty," said Edward Ashton, deliberately, as he lai down a book he had been reading, and leaned over the centre table.

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Now, Edward, this is just one of your whole sue declarations-for nothing only to get me into a dispute with you, you know," replied the lady. On your conscience, now, (if you one) is it not so?"

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all your nonsense. Now, don't you (I know you do) think just so too?"

"Think just so too! Do hear the creature!" said Florence. "No, sir; you can speak for yourself in this matter; but I beg leave to enter my protest when you speak for me too."

"Well, now, where is there, coz, among all our circle, a young girl that has any sort of purpose or object in life, to speak of, except to make herself as interesting and agreeable as possibleto be admired, and to pass her time in as amusing a way as she can? Where will you find one, between fifteen and twenty, that has any serious regard for the improvement and best welfare of those with whom she is connected at all, or that modifies her conduct in the least, with reference to it? Now, cousin, in very serious earnest, you have about as much real character, as much earnestness and depth of feeling, and as much good sense, when one can get at it, as any young lady of them all; and yet, on your conscience, can you say that you live with any sort of reference to any body's good-or to any thing but your own amusement and gratification?”.

"What a shocking adjuration!" replied the lady, "prefaced, too, by a three-story compliment! Well, being so adjured, I must think to the best of my ability. And now, seriously and soberly, I don't see as I am selfish. I do all that I have any occasion to do, for any body. You know that we

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have servants to do every thing that is necessary about the house, so that there is no occasion for my making any display of housewifely excellence; and I wait on mamma, if she has a headache, and hand papa his slippers and newspaper, and find uncle John's spectacles for him twenty times a day, (no small matter that,) and then-"

"But after all, what is the object and purpose of your life?"

"Why I haven't any. I don't see how I can have any that is, as I am made. Now, you know, I've none of the fussing, baby-tending, herb-tea-making recommendations of aunt Sally, and divers others of the class commonly called useful. Indeed, to tell the truth, I think useful persons are commonly rather fussy and stupid. They are just like the boneset, and hoarhound, and catnip, very necessary to be raised in a garden, but not in the least ornamental."

"And you charming young ladies, who philosophize in kid slippers and French dresses, are tulips and roses, very charming, and delightful, and sweet, but fit for nothing on earth but parlor ornaments."

"Well, parlor ornaments are good, in their way," said the young lady, coloring, and looking a little vexed.

"So you give up the point, then," said the gentleman, "that you girls are good for-just to amuse yourselves, amuse others, look pretty, and be agreeable."

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"Well, and if we behave well to our parents, and are amiable in the family - I don't know· and yet," said Florence, sighing, "I have often had a sort of vague idea of something higher than we might become; yet, really, what more than this is expected of us? what else can we do?"

"I used to read, in old-fashioned novels, about ladies visiting the sick and the poor," replied Edward. "You remember Calebs in Search of a Wife?"

"Yes, truly; that is to say, I remember the story part of it, and the love scenes; but as for all those everlasting conversations of Dr. Barlow, Mr. Stanley, and nobody knows who else, I skipped those, of course. But really, this visiting and tending the poor, and all that, seems very well in a story, where the lady goes into a picturesque cottage, half overgrown with honeysuckle, and finds an emaciated, but still beautiful, woman propped up by pillows. But come to the downright matter of fact of poking about in all these vile, dirty alleys, and entering little dark rooms, amid troops of grinning children, and smelling codfish and onions, and nobody knows what-dear me! my benevolence always evaporates before I get through. I'd rather pay any body five dollars a day to do it for me than to do it myself. The fact is, that I have neither fancy nor nerve for this kind of thing."

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your fellow-creatures, unless you are to do it in the most genteel, comfortable, and picturesque manner possible, is there not a great field for a woman like you, Florence, in your influence over your associates? With your talents for conversation, your tact and self-possession, and lady-like gift of saying any thing you choose, are you not responsible, in some wise, for the influence you exert over those by whom you are surrounded?” "I never thought of it," replied Florence.

"Now, you remember the remarks that Mr. Fortesque made, the other evening, on the religious services at church?"

"Yes, I do; and thought then he was too bad.” "And I do not suppose there was one of you ladies in the room that did not think so too; but yet the matter was all passed over with smiles, and with not a single insinuation that he had said any thing unpleasing or disagreeable."

"Well, what could we do? One does not want to be rude, you know."

"Do! Could you not, Florence,—you who have always taken the lead in society, and who have been noted for always being able to say and do as you please, could you not have shown him that those remarks were unpleasing to you, as decidedly as you certainly would have done if they had related to the character of your father or brother? To my mind, a woman of true moral feeling should feel herself as much insulted when her

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