THE STORY OF A RING.
[TO THE EDITOR Or THE "SPECTATOR."]
Sin,—Some time ago whilst dwelling in an East Coast town, I was wandering along the beach, and whilst rooting amongst the shingle I picked up a small gold ring, somewhat worn, and encrusted, but still in a fairly good state of preservation. On examining it I found inscribed on the inside these words, "Amor Omnia Vincit." It was a woman's ring, evidently a betrothal or a wedding-ring. The owner had vanished ; the land of shadows had accepted her, aided by the sea. I fancy she must have gone in one of the many shipwrecks that happen from time to time, such as the Elbe ' or ' La Bour- [Our readers will doubtless remember the brooch of the Prioress in " The Canterbury Tales,"
" On which was first ywritten a crowned A,
And after " Amor Vincit Omnia."
—ED. Spectator.]
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