Poems, Letters and Memories of Philip Sidney Nairn

‘Left by the 7.30 train for Stettin, reaching there at 9.30. Frau — like an owl had lighted no fire. It was cold and cheerless. I had some supper in my diggs, and not feeling very well went to bed soon.

‘A city where one does not know a soul is no better than a desert, and I was glad to get away. It is so dreary to walk unendingly through a crowd of unknown faces.

‘January 6th (Sunday). – After lunch I slept for the first time since I’ve been here, conforming to the general German custom. In the evening went to Sauft’s where they jumped all over me.

‘January 9th. – This morning I received a letter from Edith, enclosing one from the Editor of the Pall Mall Magazine. He has accepted my Sonnet “In the Buchheide” and offers me £l 1s.