You charge another face to face,
Then cry, when in that close embrace,
“’Tis I, Sir, rinking rapidly,”
Few will forget the hours sweet,
They spent with skates upon their feet,
Nor friends that they were wont to meet
At Prince’s, rinking rapidly.
From Idyls of the Rink.
London: Judd & Co., 1876.
The Tay Bridge Disaster.