At Worship Street came PETER FAKE, a young thief,
Charged with stealing a watch, unto summary grief.
For three months, with hard labour, committed was he,
And well whipped, in addition, was ordered to be.
The prisoner, on hearing his sentence, no doubt
More than he had expected, burst instantly out
In a howl, of a sort which description would mock;
In the midst of it he was removed from the dock.
And so on. The suggestion above exemplified will perhaps be adopted by
some enterprising journalist, prepared to afford the necessary
remuneration to competent poets. In the event of another war, the
communications of Our Special Correspondent might fall naturally into
the form of an Epic, shaped and determined by the course of
circumstances. The title of a journal composed in verse might be, for
want of a better, _The Poetical News_.
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