Volume 93 — "MARGARINE."
Reading edition
(A Middleman's Lament.)
"For the protection of the public, all consignments of the spurious compound that has hitherto, under the title of 'Butterine,' passed current in the market for genuine butter, will in future be distinctly labelled and known as 'Margarine.'"—Trade Intelligence.
Ah! tell me not they've changed thy name, So long a sweet decoy, By which I've made my little game, And palmed off thy alloy. Of chemicals and horses' fat, And things not nice or clean, You were composed; but what of that?— You looked like butter in the pat. Why call you "Margarine"? Ah! why the public undeceive? They bought thee with a will, And in thy virtues so believe That they would buy thee still! Why have such meddling measures framed By legislation mean? Alas! thy origin's proclaimed; No more with butter art thou named, But henceforth "Margarine"!
INÆSTHETIC ÆDILES.
Bad luck to the Board of Works in their project of demolishing the steps, and disfiguring the platform of St. Martin's Church, on the mere pretence of widening the entrance of the proposed Charing Cross Road. All my eye and Betty—namesake, but no relation to the Saint. Convenience is a mere cloak for their unnecessary Vandalism, a cloak which St. Martin would never have divided with tasteless beggars.