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Sporting Intelligence.

WINCHESTER, MAY 17.

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a foal which trefpaffed on his ground, has received his Majefty's pardon on condition of being confined in Wymondham Bridewell.

There was a poney-race on Monday laft, on Compton-down, for a bridle and faddle, which was won by Mr. Newlyn, of Newbarn. A filver cup was after- Mr. Leslie Groves, in a quarrel wards run for by hacks, which with Lord Barrington, has been was very easily won by a horfe gaining fresh notoriety at Chefthe property of a gentleman at ter. The origin of the difpute Chichester: it was a hollow is dated as far back as March thing, the other five that started laft, when his lordship's poftbeing all distanced. Two or chaife ran againft, and overfet three bye matches were run.-If one, in which were three ladies. tumbling can be called good-Mr. Groves, with peculiar gal fport, there was plenty of that; lantry, wrote to his lordfhip, however, we are happy to hear requiring an apology for the inthat no material accident hap-jury which they had received. pened. A great number of perTons were prefent.

One day last month, a horfe leaped over the parapet wall of Kelfo-bridge, on the north fide, at the third arch from the east end, and fell into the Tweed, where it was only three feet deep, and from a height of forty-five feet, without receiving any in jury except bleeding a little at the nofe.

His lordship returned a verbal
anfwer, that it was his fervants',
and not his fault. Mr. Groves
demanded fatisfaction, but his
lordship taking no notice of his
repeated letters, he has at length
form of hand-bills. One of his
them to the public in the
given.
notes, after expreffing his afto-
nifhment that his lordship had
not replied to his repeated appli-
cations, gave him what he terms
an Irish invitation to breakfast,
obferving, that he had provided
bread, butter, tea, eggs, and pif-
tols for two!

Since the deceafe of Lord

Laft month, one of the officers of the 86th regiment undertook, for a confiderable wager, to walk 156 miles in 72 hours, which he George Cavendish, it has been accomplished (upon the road matter of fome difpute whether from Shrewsbury to the Iron-the honourable diftinction of bridge) in an hour and three quarters less than the ftipulated time.

NORWICH.

Daniel Withick, who was fome time fince mentioned to have been capitally convicted and fentenced to die, for having fhot

"Father of the Turf," is to be conferred on Lord Clermont or the Duke of Queensberry. Arcades ambo.

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from the lady of a Sir William
Lowther, who was originally a
Cavendish, defcends to his bro-
ther, Lord Frederick.
ney is difpofed of by will.

WEDDING HASTE..

His mo

tried for his life, for the murder of Mr. Powell, and was with difficulty acquitted, and efcaped narrowly from being torn to pieces by the mob in Cork.-Previous to this, he threw a waiter out of a window, and defired him to be "charged in the bill!" In his career, he fought two duels with fwords, in the ftreets of Dublin— was a member of parliament, and an excellent fpeaker; was thrown into a loathfome prison for debt, where his constitution was, totally deftroyed, and died immediately on his enlargement, and just as he recovered his fortune.

A gentleman in Yorkshire, having gained the confent of his fair one, procured a licence, and the nuptials were celebrated without delay a few days after the union, it was discovered that the bride's name was Frances; but the lover, in his great hafte for happiness, had galloped over that of his favourite, and tumbled upon the name of her younger fifter, Efther! The minds of the There are a great number at company had been too much oc-prefent in the neighbourhood of

cupied to attend to trifles during the ceremony, and there was no method of rectifying this fingular mistake, but by a re-marriage, which, to make all fecure, was done with banns.

At Reading fair there was of a remarkably large fhew fine horfes of all kinds. Great numbers were bought up for the army; but thofe of the draught kind had rather a dull fale, from the great prices asked for them. The cattle fair was well filled, and nearly the whole fold early in the day at good prices.

The celebrated Buck English, who lately died in Ireland, fpent the latter part of his life in litigious turmoil, and was a man who experienced infinite viciffitudes of fortune. Born to a large eftate, the earlier part of his life was spent in fcenes of the moft unbounded diffipation; but these were curtailed, when he got into the hands of a litigious attorney, who, for years, kept him out of his property. Mr. English was

MAD DOGS.

Walthamstow. One of these animals was killed on Sunday last, by fome country people, after a long chafe and fevere conteft; though unfortunately not before it had bit a number of dogs in Wood and Marsh streets.

Sunday, April 27, a mad dog broke away from Moore's ftableyard, Duke-ftreet, Bloomsbury, and, in a furious manner, ran over a child in the fame ftreet, whom he left unhurt-took his career through Oxford - street, down Wells-ftreet, and towards the New-road, Mary-le-bonne. In this rout he feized, and violently bit four men, two women, and five of the canine race.-A prodigious concourfe of people joined in the purfuit, horiemen and foot, variously armed, with pitchforks, &c. and in the Newroad came up with the dog, and were in at the death. Some of these unfortunate victims, having their a foolish impreffion on minds, dreffed the liver of the animal, as an antidote against the dreadful malady.

POETRY.

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Sheds on the undergrown its baneful feed." This faid, he bids us ftrike the daring blow That lays his fame, or this defiler low.

And now our prologue speaks-in former days

Prologues were abftracts of their feveral plays,

But now, like guilty men who dread their doom,

We talk of every thing but what's to come. As for our fable little I'll unfold, For out of little, much cannot be told: 'Tis but one species in the wide extent Of prejudice, at which our shaft is fent; 'Tis but the fimple leffon of the heartJudge not the man by his exterior part: Virtue's ftrong root in every foil will grow, Rich ore lie buried under piles of fnow. If, to your candour, we appeal this night

For a poor client-for a lucklefs wight, Whom bard ne'er favour'd, whose fad fate has been

Never to share in one applauding fcene,
In fouls like yours there fhou'd be found
a place,

For every victim of unjust disgrace,
VOL. IV. No, XX,

RUTH has declar'd, and question it
who can,

Woman was once a rib of lordly man;
And fome perhaps, would rifk a little pain
To hitch that rib into it's place again;
For let the heart ache, or what aught betide,
They're fure to trace it to the peccant fide;
Till fixt at length, they centre all the blame
In that one rib, from whence the woman

came

Now this is downright prejudice and

fpleen,

A plea for trufting us behind the scene; And there we ftood for many a longing age,

Not let to teal one foot upon the ftage; Till now, when all their tyrant acts are paft, Curtfying we come, like Epilogue, at last And you fo little are inclin'd to route us, You wonder how your Father's did with

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POETRY.

Does my weak caft in tragic pathos lie?
Why, then, fo difmal, gentle poet, why
In mirth oft times the nuptial knot I've
ty'd,

But never was till now a mourning bride.
If to my fhare fome moving speeches fall,
Look in my face, and they'll not move at
all

Yet, not to drop at once Eliza's ftile,
One word in earnest, and without a smile:
Thro' all the characters of varied life-
All the fond cafts of parent, child, or wife,
What part foe'er our author has aflign'd,
To that we must conform, with patient
mind-

So, at the drama's clofe, when we appear,
We may obtain a parting plaudit here.

I'

SONG S

IN THE

NEW OPERATIC FARCE

CALLED

LOVE AND HONOUR.

SONG. MRS. MARTYR,

LL learn apace to fplice and brace, And mount aloft with speedTo fteer and tack-to fail and backAnd fight too, if there's need: However toft-whate'er my post Below-on deck-or 'boveI'll blefs my king, and cheerly fing, Sweet William is my love.

Throughout the fhip-I'll nimbly trip,
To learn my leffon pat;

A merry grig-thus fix my twig-
And roguifh cock my hat:
Thus quite a tar-in drefs, gait air,
O'er fea I'll boldly rove,

And blefs my king and cheerly fing,
Sweet William is my love.

SONG. MR. TOWNSHEND.

MY boys would you know how our fhip got her name,

You fhall speedily learn that from me, When ready to launch, fhe was chriften'd by FAME

The ALBION the pride of the fea.

As the dafh'd from the dock, t'embrace her

own wave,

She fprung with a heart full of glee, And cried let none man, but the true British braveThe ALBION the pride of the sea.

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POETRY.

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SONG.

By R. B. SHERIDAN, Esq.

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HE wand'ring tar, who not for years has preft

The widow'd partner of his day of rest, On the cold deck, far from her arms remov'd,

Still hums the ditty which his Sufan lov'd;' And while around the cadence rude is blown,

The boatfwain whiftles in a fofter tone.

The foldier, fairly proud of wounds and toil,

Pants for the pleasure of his Nancy's fmile But e'er the battle fhould he lift her cries, The lover trembles, and the hero dies: That heart, by war and honour steel'd to fear.

Droops at a figh, and fickens at a tear.

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