Henrietta Ryde.
I was delighted with her poetry, which incited me to write the verses that I venture to give here, written in the slang style that I had picked from my Stuttgart English friends. The lines ran thus:—
Dear Ettie, spare some minutes few,
To read this poetry, will you?
It’s awful, stupid balderdash,
And nothing better than mere trash,
But be indulgent, damsel sweet,
And mind, you puggie, be discreet,
Don’t show this rubbish to your beaus,
Nor to your friends, nor to your foes,