Undated. From Nellie, "Correspondence of the Diamond" page 2

Saucy thing! So liken me to a white-headed,
cold hearted old hump-back! That spit-ful
comparison wasnt so bad though; and if I could
find out who wrote the piece, I'd convince him of it
mighty quick. I'd spit fire, or something worse in his
face, and pull the hair all out of his wooden head.

He needn't tell me that he is well made,
and good looking, (It's all fustian.) I'll warrant
that he is some lean, lank, gawky clown, so loosely put
together that a June breeze would shake him all in
pieces if his clothes weren't tightly buttoned around
him; and whose matted, lousy hair is the only thing
that keeps the cold from freezing, or the sun from
melting his soft and addled brain.

I saw just such an one looking
at me after Lyceum, And I didnt wink at him
either, I can tell you, I shook my fist at him; and
if he had been near enough, I guess he would have
felt it too.

But there! he isn't worth noticing; and
I dont care much whether you read this or not.
I have said my say, and feel better. And to tell what
I thought of him was all I proposed to do when I sat
down to write.

Hoping that your next paper will be
of better material than the last, I subscribe myself,

Yours Indignantly,

Nellie.