The Sun.
London, England, 1837-10-04 00:00:00

AQUA TICS.

Do u ems Sc WAGER:--The annual stairs wager amongst
the watermen at Strand-lane, for a purse, given by the inhabitants
of the vicinity, was contested yesterday with ten pairs of sculls, in
two heats. They came in thus for the grand heat :
James Parish and J. Scullthorp ... Blue
S. Godfrey and James Brvington Pink.
F. Godfrey, jun., and J. 'Tisdale .. Red.
R. Godfrey and T. Anderson Green.
James Parish broke a scull, and he and his partner worked with
one pair half the distance.

FAREWELL TO SCOTLAND.
BY AN ENGLISHWOMAN.

(From Tait's Edinburgh Magazine.)
Farewell, thou fair land of my earliest dreams,
Where long I've delighted to rove 1
Thou once wert the land of my fancy's young gleams,
But now thou'rt the land of my love.
Farewell, thou brave land of the hero and sage,
Whom in story so oft I've admired !
Farewell, thrice renown'd of bright history's page,
Where so oft I've pursued. thee unfired !
Farewell, lovely land, where each streamlet and tree
A charm to fond memory lends !
Thou once wert the land of the stranger to me,
But now thou'rt the land of my friends.
Farewell, splendid land of the mountain and lake
Farewell, the blue bonnet and plaid !
True hearts do ye cover, and for their dear sake,
Ye shall ne'er from my mem'ry fade.
Farewell, gorgeous land, where the cataract roars,
And the shepherd sleeps sweetly below I
Farewell, happy land, where religion mill pours

The rich gift's she can amply bestow 1
Farewell, glowing land of the heather and broom !
May the heavens smile calmly above ye I
Till this sad heart is laid in the mould'ring tomb,
It will fondly and ardently love ye.
Dear land, my young thoughts were first fixed upon you—

And shall we then, must we then part?
Tliou art not the home of my fathers, 'cis true;
But still thou'rt the home of my heart.
And for what do I quit thee? The land of my birth,
Where remembrances vividly dwell ;
Yet my heart, quick repelling all feelings of mirth,
Throbs with anguish to bid thee farewell.
Oh I would I might dwell in a sweet Highland cot,

ith tho mountain rills trickling round me I
My cares and my sorrows would then be forgot,
And all that in fetters has bound me.
Then, Scotia, dear Scads, oh, kindly receive
Thine adopted one unto thy breast ;
For gladly my home and my country I'd leave,
And lie down on thy bosom to rest.

A BBOTSFORD.—The Kelso Mail of Thursday
contains the following singular advertisement :—" The
gentleman who carried off an old and curious iron candle-
stick, belonging to the collection in the Hall at Abbots-
ford, is hereby informed that it is only a model of that said
to have been used by Robert the Bruce. He is at liberty
to rotain it, as there is another in the collection ; and he
may exhibit it as a memento of his visit to Abbotsford and
ungentlemanlike conduct."

CAPTURE OF THE ESCAPED FELONT.—On Friday
last we narratod the extraordinary escape of Robert Wicken
from the gaol of Newgate on the morning of that day, and
as was then anticipated, his place of refuge has been found
in a wretched crib in Black-boy Alley, near Field-lane, and
such have been his anxiety and misery that he appeared
rather gratified than chagrined when conveyed to his old
quarters.

ELOPEM ENT.—Yesterday morning at daybreak a
peat-chaise and four, containing a dashing military-looking
personage, about SO years of age, was observed standing at
the corner of Park-place, Paddington, near to the canal.
After remaining there nearly a quarter of an hour, the gen-
tleman, who was evidently on the " look out," appeared to
become somewhat impatient, and, hastily leaving the vehicle,
he walked along the road towards the church, entered the
churchyard, and, seating himself on one of the tombstones,
looked anxiously in the direction of the gate leading to the
green. In a few minutes a young lady appeared crossing
the green, and carrying a small carpet-bag and a bandbox.
The gentleman sprang to meet her, and, hastily relieving
her of her freight, begged she would make haste, as the
chaise was waiting. They had scarcely cleared the church-
yard when a voice, which the stillness of the morning ren-
dered fearfully loud and startling, as its echoes ran among
the old tombstones, called out to them to " stop !" The '
pair • turned but an instant to look back, and then com-
menced running as fast as they could along the road, closely
fullowed by an elderly gentleman, who in his haste had
sadly neglected his toilet, having apparently but just left
his warm bed for the chilling atmosphere of the morning
air, and looking more like one of the inhabitants of the
churchyard flitting home after a midnight ramble than a
respectable living personage. However, on he came, calling
out most lustily upon the fugitives to atop ; but they heeded
him not, and, quickly gaining the chaise, sprang in, and
were whirled off as fast as four good horses could take
them, leaving the elderly gentleman declaiming, in the cold
morning air, actually sans caulk. The young lady is a
Miss L., and is possessed of ten thousand pounds in the
Funds. The elderly gentleman is her father, and who, of
course, started off after the couple in a chaise and four,
and the " gallant-Ray Loth—aria" is a Captain G., who lately
held a commission in the Queen of Spain's service, and who
doubtless vvill find his praaent " commission" and " ser-
vice" much more lucrative and honourable than the one
he lately left.
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A " Weather Almanac," for the year 1838, by
Mr. Murphy (whose prediction of tha late destructive
gale at Liverpool, and on the Welsh and Irish coast, on
tim 13th and 14th ult., and of other similar occurrences,
are probably fresh in the recollectiGr; of our readers) is, we
understand, at twesent in the press—being ilia first experi-
ment of the kind, on se:antifie principles, ever made.

The past week has been favourable iu a high degree
to the farmer, and vvory thing that the lover of nature could
wish. We should imagbio that al; :t.: .
corn in this neigh-
bourhood has been housed, and we are glad to tint: :tint the
close and damp weather of last week has done it very little
injury. The crop both good and abundant. Providence
has dealt bountifully to our 14:4 if only men knew how to
be thankful for and improve her liberality.—Kendal Mer-
cury.