A RING-STORY.
[TO THY EDITOR Or THE " SPECTATOR."1 Slit,—If not too late for another ring-story, the following May interest some of your readers. It occurred some eight years ago, whilst I was at school near Boulogne. There was a pond in the garden, in which one of my schoolfellows lost a Plain gold ring; we immediately told the gardener, who pro- ceeded to drag the spot where the ring had fallen, the water there being between 3 ft. and 4 ft. deep ; many and many buckets of mud he hauled up, but without success, and the ring was given up for lost. About three mornings later, it being bright and sunny, I suggested to one of the girls we should go to the pond, for " if the water was clear, by some lucky chance we might see the ring." "Oh ! nonsense," she said, " as if one could find it now; the gardener probably buried it a great deal deeper than it was before." I said "I should go any way," so she accompanied me. Passing the tool-house, I picked up a stick, "carnation" sticks, I think they are called, long and smooth. On reaching the pond the
water was beautifully clear, but no ring was visible. "There goes the school bell !" cried my friend, " come along, we shall be late!" I replied by running my stick as far as it would go into the mud. On drawing it oat, my amazement can only be pictured, not described, for about half way up the stick was the ring ! Even now it seems to me little short of a miracle, for how easily the stick might have hit on the edge of the ring and buried it yet deeper.—I am, Sir, &c., Henbury, Bristol, October 13th. ROWENA SAMPSON-WAY.
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