The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1825-04-02 00:00:00

CROXTON PARK RACES.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 30.
Ths meeting this year, both as to the number of the stakes and
the superiority of the horses, was greater than on any former occa-
sion. His Royal Highness the Duke of York honoured the
stewards with his presence. His Royal Highness is expected to be
at Newmarket on Sunday.
Match, 80 soy., 12st. each.—Three Miles.
Mr. Burton's Donnybrook . - . 0 1
-
- Mr. Smith Barry's Fencer . - 0 2
The first was a dead heat, and the second won only by half*
nose.—Two admirable heats.
Sweepstakes of Visors. each, 12st.
Captain Stewareseit. Earwig - - . 1
Sir V. Coltoo's b. g. Lark . . - 2
Mr. llolyoake's b. g. Twighopper - - . 3
The Handicap Stakes of 10 guineas each, 20 added.
Mr. White's Pecunia - - 1
Mr. Rose's Doctor - - - . 2
Mr. Payne's Comical - - - - - 3
Four others started but were not placed.
The Billcsdon Copluw Stakes of 25 soya each.
Mr. Watson's Tom Paine - . . . 1

Mr. Peel's Bogtrotter - . - - 9
Mr. S. Barry's Don Giovanni - - - - 3
The farmer's Plate of r.to guineas and 10 guineas to the second
horse.
Mr. Burrowes's b. m. by Vivaldi . . 0 1 2 1
Mr. Hall's h. . . . 0 3 1 2
Mr. Duke's b. to. - - . - 3 2 3 dr.
These four heats were the best contested ones ever rua on Crox.
ton Course ' • the first was a dead beat between the two first—
nine started.

Match, 60 sous.
. Mr. Williams's. Burrby - - -
Lord !lowan; Fiddler - - - - -

The Forced Handicap
- Mr. White's Pecunia - - - 1
. Mr. Williams's Burnby - - - - 2
. Pyson . . . 3

HUNTING APPOINTMENTS.

His Majesty's stag-hounds will meet on Easter Monday at Farn-
ham Common, and the following Friday at Worburn Green.—each
day at half after ten, being the last day of hunting this season.
bit BURTON 11 UNT.--Sir Richard Sutton's hounds on Mon-
day at Winston Wood. Wednesday at Somerby House, Thursday
at Swallow Beck, and Saturday at Nocton House --at eleven.
The Berkhampton hounds at Burderop Race-course on Tuesday,
and at Kennet on Friday—A stag will be turned out each day.
The Earl of Derby's stag-hounds meet this day at Coulsdon,
four miles from Croydon.
The Somerset subscription hounds on Tuesday at Rawling's
Crop; Friday, at Hart Cleve; Tuesday, the 12th, at Rawling's
Crop ; and Friday, the 15th, at Slowly Wood—at ten.
Sir R. Sutton's hounds on Monday at Branston Wood ; Wed-
nesday at Somerby House; Thursday at Swallow Beck ; and Sa-
turday, at Stapletord Moore—at eleven.
The South Vold Hounds on Tuesday, at Thornton ; and Sa-
turday, at the Tower on the 3loor—at eleven.

The father of the P. R., the veteran Joe Ward, died on Wed-
nesday at his son's house, after four days' illness, aged 76. Joe
was a ran good man in his prime, before the days of Tom Johnson,
whom he seconded in most of his battles.
(iii PARALLELED CHASE--One of the longest and most severe
runs ever known in pursuit of a fox, occurred lately with the Shef-
field harriers, who discovered Reynard at Croach Tun, and followed
him through a tract of country of between fifty and sixty miles,
when the fox took ground at Male. The chase occupied six hours
and forty minutes.
THE GREAT TROTTING MATCH.—Captain Crawfcril's bay
mare started at Bourne-lees, Leicestershire, on Thursday, to trot
in harness, 28 miles in two hours, for 1,000 guineas. She lost the
match by 67 seconds.

ADYERTIBEWTNT.—THE INFANT LYRA:The follow-
ing Lines.appeared in the Liverpool Afererry, addressed to the
interesting Infant Lyra, whose singular talents have excited so
much wonder in the .Musical World, and now exhibiting daily at
two o'clock, and at half-past three o'clock, at No. 134,
Art thou indeed of earth ; or, say, from hewer:,
To weary mortals for • season given ?
Say, hast thou left thy starry mansion bright,
Elysium blessed of supreme delight,
To lure, with seraph farm and witching lay,
And bear to far.off realms the soul away?
Art thou Indeed of earth, that sweep`st the lyre
With Inspiration's glowing hand of fire?
Of ncrial spirit froth the bowers of bliss,
To tell of distant realms of blessedness?
human thy song, or sure thou well ',lie= seem
Some fairy genii of Arcadian dream,
So bright the sparkle of thy beaming eye,
Whispering of Heaven in all its purity !
So fair the beauties of thy cherub face,
filatchless in infant loveliness and grate:
Hunian thy song, yet nc'er. oh ! neer did Art
NVeave spell like thine around the captive heart!
}leaven-taught, sweet Ines!—Genius, from her throne,
Exulting. calls thee hers, and hers alone ;
And het, thou art ; the breathes in every sigh,
Lives in the lustre of thy speaking eye,
Prompts the soft watblings of thy every tone.
And sheds a halo round thee all her own
On--Heaven-instructed—charm the listening throng
With all thy sweet verieties of song.
And with a lay befitting regal sphere.
flo, win, in princely hills, the royal ear
And when thy dazzling race on earth is run,
And mortal immortality pot or,
When the dark shadows on the mountains spread
Shall call thee to thy last and quiet bed,
Resume in brighter worlds thy sounding lyre,
The sweetest Larpist of th' angelic choir I