Balls, boating, archery, racing--all these they can take a lively interest in; or, if occasion requires, can go on the serious tack and hunt a parson with penny subscriptions for a clothing-club or soup-kitchen.
Fox-hunting!--we do not know that fox-hunting is so safe a speculation for young ladies as any of the foregoing.

There are many pros and cons in the matter of the chase.

A man may think--especially in these hard times, with 'wheat below forty,' as Mr.Springwheat would say--that it will be as much as he can do to mount himself.

Again, he may not think a lady looks any better for running down with perspiration, and being daubed with mud.

Above all, if he belongs to the worshipful company of Craners, he may not like for his wife to be seen beating him across country.
Still, there are many ways that young ladies may insinuate themselves into the good graces of sportsmen without following them into the hunting-field.
Talking about their horses, above all admiring them, taking an interest in their sport, seeing that they have nice papers of sandwiches to take out with them, or recommending them to be bled when they come home with dirty faces after falls.
Miss Amelia Jawleyford, who was most elegantly attired in a sea-green silk dress with large imitation pearl buttons, claiming the usual privilege of seniority of birth, very soon led the charge against Lord Scamperdale.
'Oh, what a lovely horse that is you were riding,' observed she, as his lordship kept stooping with both his little red fists close into the bars of the grate.
'Isn't it!' exclaimed he, rubbing his hands heartily together.