Alexandra

least in those of her works that I have hitherto had the glorious privilege of perusing. It is, by the way, my favourite pastime when I have, as we say in Fleet Street, the “ blunt ” to go down to Marlow or Maidenhead in a punt, and there lie in some shady favourite backwater with my favourite girl friend in front. What a thing friendship is, world without end ! — and my favourite old black briar between my lips, and her sweet face fixed on my old favour- ite thumb-worn — copy of Sappho, and pore over the deevie pages, hour after hour, bound by the Woman’s Guild. No ! Sappho has nothing like this in all her scroll of gorgeous rhyme : Cox has, and I am proud to have been to her what I have. Rosie Brooks (Diaper)