The Sun.
London, England, 1830-10-20 00:00:00

FIGHT BETWEEN ADRIAN AND RANDLE,

CoVENTRY, OCT. 19.—This match, which has ex-
cited more than ordinary interest in the local circles,
was brought to issue this day in the historical and ancient
village of Kenilworth, half-way between here
and Warwick. These aspirants for fistic fame
have contended before for mastery, when Randle
was the victor., Their former contest was for 50/.
aside, but the present one was for 1001. aside ; and
all this important bustle (strange as it may appear to per-
sons not acquainted with the fun and frolic of a popular
election) arose out of the result of the general election of
1826, when T. B. Fyler, and H. Heathcote, Ergo.,
were declared duly elected ; and E. Ellice and P. Moore,
E•grs., were defeated. Party spirit, both before and
after an election, runs rancorously high in Coventry, and
the Blues (advocates for Ellis and Moore) have never
forgot or forgiven the defeat they there experienced. The
yellow leyye,.:un's (advocates for Fyler and Heathcote)
have not ceased to speak of their triumph with exultation,
and went NO far as to say, that they svould have tat $ tnern.
hers at the last election, but in this they were die.
appointed. Randle is the nonpareil of the former
of these parties, and Adrian the pet of the latter.
Handle has always been known for his first rate
science, and Adrian for being a glutton, i. e., taking a
belly full. When they fought before, in the spring
of last year, Adrian's friends considered he had not Leen
properly trained or seconded (having for his attendant.
two local acquaintanres, while Handle was waited
upon by the veteran Tom Oliver, and Perkins the
Oxford pet), and hence the present match. A
great deal of chaff and numerous mee►ings have taken
place, which has ended in nothing but words; but
at length Adrian got his friends to back their opinion,
and 100/. aside was made good on Friday evening last.
The place of meeting was then appointed, having been
won by toss, and Randle had the choice. When the
match was first agreed on, betting was at guineas to
pounds on the Nonpareil ; but as the time of
trial drew near, Adrian's friends backe.l him at
even,—and, in many cases, the odds were in his
favour. No pains or expence have been spared by the
friends of each man to have him well-trained, and get him
in tip-top condition. Randle went under the tuition of
Arthur Mathiron and Harry Preston ; and Adrian under
the fostering care of Harry Jones and Alic Reid, the
Chelsea snub; and, on appearance, it was impossible to
say which was in the hest state. Tom Oliver, Fro Sty-faced
Fogn, and Ned Stockman arrived on Sunday evening with
the ropes and stakes, and pitched their tent at the White
Lion.

Long before day light this morning the Impede were on
the move for the scene of action, and weAkles of every
description in great request. As the morning further
opened, it reminded us more of the cockneys going to the
Epping hunt, or to to Epso►rt races, than is to he seen
in these country places every day. It is computed that
there could not be less than 20,000 persons on the ground.
But come we now to

THE 1,10111%

About 20 minutes before twelve o'clock, Adrian hurled

his castor into the ring, and immediately followed, in
propria personw. Randle was after him in the twinkling
of a bed-post; the former attended by Harry Jones and a
yokel, and the Litter by Arthur Mathison and Harry
Preston. Adrian sported pink, and %mile green. After
the usual preliminaries had been gone through, the men
stripped for action, when the blues (Randle's partisans)
appeared to have been double-dipped ; Adrian was all
health, flesh, and muscle; Randle, on the contrary,
seemed to have lost what flesh he formerly possessed, and
the general opinion was, that he had been over trained;
still they had confidence in his tact and science; but to it
they went, each bent on victory, and in the first round,
Adrian got first blood, and first knock-down blow.—
(Shouts by the Adrianites that made the %vain ring.)
During the next eight rounds Randle's science bore him
through ; hut in the ninth and succeeding rounds Adrian
seemed to get stronger and stronger till the close of the
battle, and Randle weaker and weaker. The fight lasted
one hour and ten minutes, and consisted of thirty-four as
well contested rounds as ever were fought in the brightest
days of the Ring.