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Sporting Intelligence. ride on the roof of bis coach ; brought forth 3 females. They and the driver of the Bury, Hal. were all, in honour of Lord Howe fted, and Sudbury stage coach, in named thus : the first, Miss Char. the penalty of ax pounds, for loite Howe; the second, Miss suffering nine persons to ride on Mary Howe; and the third, Miss the roof of his coach.

Fanny Howe! Mifs Charlotte is

dead; but the other two young Nov. 4, a handsome young wo

ladies are very bounding and man, about nineteen years of age, lively girls! One of them has was discovered among

such wonderful agility, that were cruits of a regiment of horse now it not for her high rank, the quartered at Carlife. She had

She had would make a good Opera.dancer ! enlifted at London, and had joined the corps about five weeks ago, Mr. Wilson, of Martley, in since which she had constantly Worcestershire, has in his pot. attended her duty in the riding session, a mare which was the lounge, and undergone. all the property of his great grandfather other hardships of military disci-two years, his grandfather ten pline with cheerfulness and ala years, his father afteen, and himcrity. Her reluctance to sleep self 12 years. with her comrades, and certain circumstances in her behaviour A man who for many years past when she arose from bed in the has been blind, is daily feen in morning, at last created fufpi- the neighbourhood of Gray's cions, which led to the discovery Inn, playing on the sticcado; he of her sex. It is said that the is 95 years of age, and what is was bred a milliner in London, remarkable, he is led about by and that a quarrel with some of his wife, who has attained the her relations impelled her to aban. 98th year of her age : faving the don her prof-lon, and embrace infirmity of his optics, they neithat of a soldier. We have ther of them experienced a day's known many instances of the illness. Fair becoming foot foldiers, but we do not remember any, where

His Grace of Bedford's polithey voluntailry submitted them-tical corps of Crops is daily inselves to the laborious profession creasing :-at their inrolment, of a horseman.

they pledge themselves, on their

honour, neither to tie up, nor powAt the last Swaffam courfing der their hair, until they, and Meeting, the annual cup in hoo their illustrious commander thall nour of the memory of the late, see more prosperous days! Earl of Orford, was won by Mr. Coppio's Caroline, beating Mr. Poppin's Xcuse, Mr. Pottinger's There are two well dressed men Drone, and Mr. Holt's Bardolph.. upon the town, and genteely. conThe week afforded very fine spori, nected, that procure a tolerable and it is expected the meeting income, by the following pracnext year will be more numer rices. The one of them lives by oully attended.

Summoning and fining HACKNEY

Coachmen. The other by going In the Tower, a lioness whelped to clubs and public dinners, and on the ift of June, 1794. She changing of hats!



Sporting Intelligence.

107 Mr. Fish, at the Bald Face Stag, a box by some children at play, Epping Forest, a short time ago was, eighteen days afterwards, had a favourite horse killed, that the third of the present month, to all appearance had lived in found therein and alive, although great misery for a long time, there was not a poffibility of its when opening, a stone was found, getting at one grain of sustenance. which weighs fourteen' pounds, When first discovered it was too and measures twenty-seven inches weak to stand, but owing to in circumference; the stone is great care and attention is now thought to be the greatest curio. in a state of recovery. sity ever seen of the kind.


At eleven o'clock on Monday University of Leyden, is the night, O&tober 5, on the arrival effigy of a Russian peasant, who

of the Bath Coach, at the Golden swallowed a knife ten inches long, Cross, Charing Cross, the coachand is said to have lived eight may having dismounted, in order years after it was cut out of his

to collect his fare from the par. stomach. The way in which he sengers, and to deliver some par. happened to swallow it, was by cels, a thief availed himself of putting the handle of it down his the opportunity of seizing his throat, in order to produce vo

great coat, which was thrown on miring; but in the reaching thus the box, and, at the same time, excited, he liappened to let go

of lashing the horses, they prothe blade, on which the whole

ceeded in full gällop along the haudle Nipped down into his sto. | Strand, through Holywell Street, mach, part of the blade remained into the Angel Yard, St. Clein the gullet. An incision was

ment's, with two outside, paffenmade

upon the handle, which gers, a man and a woman. What was distinctly felt, and no very

is remarkable, several scaffolding remarkable symptoms took place for the repair of houses, were There is also a fhirt made out of erected" in Holywell-ftreet, and the entrails of a man.

there are two gateways to pass into the Angel Inn yard; three

of the horses were blind; the An Irish officer has struck out

passengers received no damage, a new mode of gambling for re

except the man who lost his w

wig, cruits, which has proved ex which he lamented very much, as tremely successful. He gives five he said "he had worn it thirty guineas bounty, and one hundred io be rafled for by twenty re

years without powder, cruits, the winner to be paid immediately, and to purchase his cident happened at Monmouth,

The following melancholy acdischarge, if he pleases, for 201.

on November 3. The driver of At his recruiting office in Dub.

a poft.chaise, belonging to the lin, the dice Box is continually King's Head Inn in that town, at work.

after returning from a journey,

went down to the Wye, with his At Winchelsea, a chicken that carriage, in order to wash it, but was lost on the 18th of August, being unacquainted with the riand had on that day, as it has ver, he backed it into a place besince appeared, been fhut up in low the bridge, called the Pond.

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on him.


Sporting Intelligence. From the exireme depth of the O&tober 31. A party of the water, the carriage was instantly Life Guards being stationed in carried by the stream beyond the King - street, Covent Garden, reach of help, and in a few mi. while his Majetty was

at the nutes the horses were drowned. Theatre, last night, one of the The poftillion got upon the roof horses became restive, and making of the chaise, but being unable a violent plunge, one of the loadto retain his seat, swam about ed pistols in the front of the fadfor a short time, but notwith- dle went off in luch a direction, standing several boats put off to that the contents lodged in his his allistance, he perished in the thoulder. The report created presence of many spectators. much alarm in the neighbour

hood, and it was not discovered A notorious fowl stealer was from whence it came until the last week burned to death, at a rider dismounted and found out lime kiln, near Weston, in So- the cause. The horse fell in a merfetfhire; he went, it is sup- few minutes, in consequence of posed there to warm himself, and the loss of blood, and was Mortly falling asleep, was suffocated, after carried oft in a cart. after which the burnt lime fell

Mr. Orme, of Edith Weston,

Rutland, being in pursuit of A few days ago a melancholy plovers, with a double barrelled accident happened at. Llanyiny- gun, shot at a single bird, which nech, in Shropfhire. A young he killed, and immediately withgentleman, who had been out a out waiting to take it up, follow. Thooting with a companion, on ed the flock, as it was his intercalling in the evening at a friend's tion to discharge the other barrel house, discharged his fowling at them, but was prevented, by piece, as it was his constant prac. their being at too great a dirrice to do; but his friend nego tance; on taking the gun from lecting this precaution, it occa his shoulder, the right hand barfioned a mori un bappy mistake, rel was perceived to be burst nine The young gentleman on his de inches from the 'breechi, seven parture taking his . friend's gun inches of the external part of the inftead of his own, and calling barrel blown out, the tail pipe on his way home at the Cross forced entirely away, and part of Keys in Llany mynech, whilst he the barrel turned vearly over the was fitting there in company, ramrod. It is presumed had not with his gun under his arm, it this been discharged on horse. accidentally went off, and killed back, very serious consequences one Roberts on the spot. This night have happened, which was unfortunate man had been many prevented by the position at the years a servant to the father of time of firing. the young gentleman; the latter had a particular regard and kind. One day last Month as Mr. ness for him, and his distress at Bishop of Illip, near Oxford, the fatal cataitrophe may be more was Mooting with some friends, readily conceived than described. his gun burst, and tore off three The Coroner's Inqueft brought of his fingers, It is feared an in their verdict--Accidental amputation of the whole hand Death.

must take place.


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of yore,


MONSIEUR TONS ON; Known at that time by the name of re.


The rod of Perfecution, from their home, Recited by Mr. Fawcett, at Covent-Garden

Compellid the inoffensive race to roam, Theatre;,, and the Readings, at Freema

And here they lighted like a swarm of

bees. fon's Hall. THER "HERE liv'd, as Fame reports, in days Well ! our two friends were faunt'ring

through the street, At least some fifty years ago, or more, In hopes some food for humour soon to A pleasant wight on town, yclep'd

meet, Tom KING,

When in a window near, a light they A fellow that was clever at a joke, Expert in all the arts to teaze and smoke, And, though a dim and melancholy ray, in short, for strokes of humour, quite It seem'd the prologue to some merry play, the thing.

So tow'rds the gloomy dome our hero

drew. To many a jovial club this King was known With whom his active wit unrivall'd

Strait at the door he gave a thund'ring shone

knock, Choice fpirit, grave free-mason, buck, (The time we may suppose near o'clock) and blood,

“ I'll ask,” says King, “ if THOMPSON Would crowd, his stories and bon mots to

lodges here" hear,

66 THOMPSON,', cries t'other, « who the And nonc a disappointment e'er could fear,

devil is he ?" His humour flowed in such a copious " I know not," King replies, “ but want flood.

to see

“ What kind of animal will now appcar." To him a frolic was a high delightA frolic he would hunt for day and night, After some time a little Frenchınan came, Careless how prudence on the sport One hand display'd a rushlight's trembling might frown.

flame, If e'er a pleasant mischief {prang to view,

The other held a thing they call culotte; At once o'er hedge and ditch away he flew, An old strip'd woollen night-cap graced Nor left the game, till he liad run it

his head, down.

A tatter'd waistcoat o'er one houlder

spread, One night, our hero, rambling with a

Scarce half awake, he heav'd a yawning friend, Near fam'd St, Giles's chanc'd his courfe

to bend, Just by that spot, the Seven Dials hight; | Though thus untimely rouz’d, he courteous

smil'd, 'Twas silence all around, and clear the coast,

And soon address'd our wag in accents The watch, as usual, dozing on his post,

mild, And scarce a lamp display'd a twinkling Bending his head politely to his knee light.

« Pray, Sare, vat vant you, dat you come so late ;

- / Around this place, there liv'd the numerous

“ I beg your pardon, Sare, to make you vait; clans

" Pray tell me, Sare, vat your commands Of honest, plodding, foreign artizans;

vid me?"


66 Sir,"




“Sir," reply'd Kinge " I merely thought | Some more excuses tender'd, off King goes, to know,

And the old Frenchman fought once more * As by your house I chanc'd to pight to


The rogue' next night pursu'd his old “ But, really, I difturb'd your sleep I fear.

'Twas long indeed before the man came I say, I thought that you perhaps could

nigh, tell,

And then he utter'd, in a piteous cry, * Among the folks who in this freet may “ Sare, 'pon my soul, no Monfieur Tone dwell,

son here!” " If there's a Mr. THOMPSON lodges Our sportive wight his ufual visit paid, here ?"

And the next night came forth a prattling The thiv'ring Frenchman, though not

maid, pleas'd to find

Whose tongue indeed than any jack went The businefs of this unimportant kind,

fafter Too simple to suspect was meant in jeer, Anxious she ftrove his errand to enquire, Shrugg'd out a sigh that thus his reft thould He said " 'tis vain her pretty tongue to tire, break,

“ He should not ftir till he had feen her Then, with unalter'd courtesy, he spake

master." “No, Sare, no Monfieur Tonson lodges here."

The damsel then began, in doleful state,

The Frenchman's broken flumbers to relate, Our wag beg'd pardon, and toward home And begg'd he'd call at proper time of

dayWhile the poor 'Frenchman crawl'd again King told her she must fetch her master to bed ;

down, But King, resolv'd not thus to drop the A chaise was ready, he was leaving town, jes,

But first had much of deep concern to fay. So the next night, with more of whim than

Thus, urg'd, she went the snoring man to grace, Again he made a visit to the place,


And long indeed was she obliged to bawi, To break once more the poor old French

E’er the could rouse'the torpid lump of man's rest.

clay“ He knock'd—but waited longer than At last he wakes-he rises and he swears, before ;

But scarcely had he totter'd down the No footstep scem'd approaching to the

stairs, door,

When King attacks him in his usual way: Our Frenchman lay in such a seep pro. found;

The Frenchman now perceiv'd 'twas all in

vain Sing, with the knocker, thunder'd then

To this tormentor mildly to complain, again, Firm on his post determin'd to remain ;

And Itrait in rage began his creft to And oft indeed he made the door

« Sare, vat the devil make you treat me fo ? refound,

“ Sare, I inform you, Sare, three nights ago, At laft, King hears him o'er the passage “ Got tam, I swear, no Monsieur Ton. creep,

SON here !" Wondering what'fiend again disturbid his sleep;

True as the night, King went, and heard

a strife The wag falutes him with a civil leer;

Between the harass'd Frenchman and his Thus drawling out to heighten the surprise, (While the poor Frenchman rubb'd his


Which would descend to chase the fiend heavy eyes) 66 Is there a Mr. THOMPSON-lodges

away; hore ?"

At length to join their forces they agree,

And strait impetuously they turn the key, The Frenchman faulter'd, with a kind of Prepar'd with mutual fury for the fray. fright

Our hero, with the firmness of a rock, " Vy, Sare, I'm sure I told you, Sare, last night

Collected to receive the mighty shock, (And here he labour'd with a sigh sincere)

Utt'ring the old enquiry, calmly stood " No Monsieur Tonson in devarld I know,

The name of THOMPSON rais'd the storm so “ No Monsieur Tonson here. I told you


He deem'd it then the safest plan to fly, " Indeed, Sare, dere no Monsieur Ton.

With, “ Well, I'll call when you're in SON here !"

gentler mood.”



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