Poetry in 19th century newspapers (3)

From the Belfast Newsletter January 31, 1834

Remember Oh! Remember.

[By] Sarah. Belfast

Verse 3

Remenber, oh! Remember,
Till you shall sink in death
How first you sought my mother's home
With falsehood on your breath------
With the promises you made to me,
Your hands upraised to heaven,
And I will pray at mercy's throne
That thou may'st be forgiven.

Poetry in 19th Century Newspspers (2)

From the Aberdeen Journal of 14 Nov 1838, issue 4740

Scotland [by] A., of Gosport, verse 2:

Go! When the setting sun’s departing beam
Has lit the wave with gold in loch and stream;
When brae and lonely scaur are hush’d and still,
And all is silent on the heath and hill;
When the soft echoes of the pilbroch swell
Their twilight music through the listening dell;
Then watch the Evening shadows stealing o’er
The beelting cliff, where Dee’s hoarse waters pour
Their rapid flood, and whirling torrents leap
In joyous freedom, from the foamy steep ----
And ask your bounding heart, “What other land
Such scenes of pride and beauty can command?

Poetry in 19th Century Newspapers (1)

After the death of the Duke of Wellington on 14 September 1852, Martin Tupper wrote his 'Dirge for Wellington'; this was published on the 9 October 1852 in the Isle of Wight Observer, the first of 23 verses being:

“A voice of lamentation
From the Islands of the Sea!
Alas, thou sorrowing Nation
Bereav’d – Alas for Thee!
The wail of a mother
Weeping for her son, -
When shall she bear another
Like that Illustrious One!”

The Bradford Observer

The paper was first published on February 6, 1834. From its inception, William Byles had printed, managed and edited the newspaper, and became its proprietor in 1847.
Issue no. 8813, of December 29, 1888, has on page 7, the Local and District News, the information that the Late Manager of the Halifax Flour Society has been prosecuted for the embezzlement amounting to £132.17s.4d, of Society funds.

Epigram - Siege of Minorca

From the Leeds Intelligencer, issue of Tuesday July 27 1756

Epigram [on the Siege and Fall of Minorca: ]

“When our small Garrison gave up at last,
Richelieu admir’d the Conquer’d as they passed.
Of the brave English, Blakeney clos’d the Rear;
A sight of Pleasure, not unmixed with Fear.
“Give the Tremendous Lion Room! He cries
“ No ramparts now, no walls between us rise-------“

see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Minorca

Sweet Meat has Sour sauce

From the Bath Chronicle issue 1439 of June 26, 1788. The last verse of:


Sweet Meat has Sour Sauce. Or the Slave-Trader in the Dumps

“ So this is my song as I told you before,
Come buy off my stock, for I must no more
Carry Cedars and Pompeys to Sugar-Cane Shore.”