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)