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A SOCIAL METEOR. 235 from giving Mrs, Clarke little pieces of advice on the subject of her beloved charge whenever an occasion offered itself, “I’m sure she’s tired—worn out, in fact, with all this dissipation. Really, Mrs. Clarke, if I were you I would put a stop to her sitting up so late nights; it’s beginning to tell on her; she scarcely ate a morsel at dinner.” “You don’t say so?” she. replied, anxiously. “Well, fortunately Lent is here, and she can rest. Girls are so different now from what they were when I was young. Then they used to go to bed at nine o’clock and get up at seven. Now they never think of closing their eyes before midnight or coming down stairs before ten the next morning. I don’t see how they ever stand it; it would kill mein a month—like a slow torture. Yet it’s the fashion, and they might as well be out of the world as out of style, so they are taught. But for my part, I think it’s posi- tively dreadful, and I wonder half of them don’t die before their first winter ‘out’ is over.” “Tt’s all wrong,” acquiesced Peter, with a sage shake of his head, “and the good old-fashioned custom was much better for them, as they will find out in the long run. Look at yourself now, for instance; did ever any one see a finer specimen of well preserved womanhood than you are. Per- fect health personified, and many a young girl Eomicbhoo cS (elo)