For some time I kept up a correspondence with Ettie Ryde, and inspired her with the following poem, in well turned rhymes:—
From this large, bustling city
My friend has gone. Oh, what a pity!
With her I laughed and sang and danced,
Since she left me my love is much enhanced
She was merry, she was very, very wild,
My friend was a naughty, disobedient child.
She fell in love with handsome men and boys,
And broke their hearts, as children break their toys.
She first loved a Greek, of colour dark and sallow,