Poetry in newspapers (8)

From: Newcastle Courant Saturday 17 June 1749 page 2, col.3.

The Rake. A poem.

"Quo semel est imbuta recens, servabit odorem tester diu"
Hor. Ep. II. l. 62.

How wild is Youth! How wicked and prophane,
Where savage nature only governs man?
And unreform'd by Education steers
The two-legged Monster in his greener Years!
How base to others? To himself unjust;
Mad in his Cups, and daring in his Lust:
Bold, stubbon, haughty, insolent and pert,
Slighting to Age and scoffing to Desert:
Sage in Opinion, handsome in Conceit,
Rash in his Judgement, foolish in his Wit,
Void of all Care, and destitute of Grace,
Vain in his Air, fantastick in his Dress
In talk contentious, when provok'd, a Bear,
Fickle in Love, a Tyrant to the Fair:
Hot in pursuit of all his Desires,
Makes vig'rous Onsets tho' he quickly tires;
Esteems no merit, but the Worth that dwells
Within some Fencer's Hands, or Dancer's Heels:
In night Adventures does his Courage shew,
And sticks at nothing that a Rake can do.
Thus headstrong Man that rakes away his Youth,
Undisciplin'd in Virtue and in Truth;
Tho' Age reforms him, yet he still retains
Some Tincture of his Lusts within his veins.

[Signed:] AMICUS

Poetry in 19th century newspapers (7)

From the Morning Chronicle of Thursday 23 September 1841, the ballad below about adulterated flour  is printed at the end of the article entitled: "The adulterated flour in Staffordshire".

"Prepared at the Union Mill
With a engine of great power,
And handy quite as any pill,
'Tis ready to be mix'd with flour.
Such miracles by it are wrought,
That by its power alone
Mankind may very soon be taught
To make their bread of stone.

CHORUS
"O there's a way found out at last,
To thin the people faster,
All other schemes are surpassed,
By Copeland's Magic Plaster.

"Likewise by one James Bea-d-ore, who
The truth to tell more plain,
Was once a flour dealer too
Residing in Stoke Lane;
But not content with selling flour,
And wishing to thrive faster,
He dabble in the magic power,
And mix'd it up with plaster.

CHORUS - O there's a way, &c.

"But in defence it is set up -
It's like a lawyer's rigs -
The plaster was intended but
to fatten up the pigs;
But people are so apt to guess,
And many guess quite shrewd,
The pigs that were to eat the mess
Are the swinish multitude.

CHORUS - O there's a way, &c.