The Sun.
London, England, 1824-01-12 00:00:00

P 0 E T R, Y .

Night.

Solon ego dieere falsunt audeo?

Quid tibi cum Phcebo? no; to ceu Phoebus oriris,
Cum Phoebus cadit, et Phmbo oriente cadis.

TRANSLATION.

Pray, why does your Newspaper call itself SUN ?
His course is just finished and yours just begun ;
Your name and professions perversely forgetting,
You set when he's rising, and rise when he's setting.

TO THE RED BREAST.
Written during a heavy fall of Snots.
Lonely little chirping Robin,
Winter's winds have wreck'd thy nest ;
Warm's my hearth—thy heart is throbbing—
Wilt thou be my cottage guest ?
Here no greedy grey Grimalkin
Slily couch'd shall mar thy play,
Unannoy'd by cruel Faulkin,
Undisturb'd by angry Tray.
Thou might hop about my lattice,
Dry beneath the dropping eaves;
Share my crust—my cup too—gratis,
And my couch of soft seer leaves.
Fast the flaky snow is falling,
Night's black hour is drawing near ;
Dark, and deep, and more appalling
Lonely pilgrims paths appear.
Come then while the latch is lifted,
Ere the hoar winds chill thy breast ;
When each bush and brake is drifted,
Where will little Robins' rest ?
O how cheerful glow the embers,
How the crackling faggots blaze ;
Shelter here till past December's
Lonesome nights and gloomy days.
And when Spring again returning
• Clothes the earth with leaves and flowers,
Thou shalt from my cot sojourning
Join thy mates among the bowers.
Yearly with a song I'll greet thee,
Visitant of this lone spot ;
Yearly to thou wilt repeat me
Nature's melancholy note.
Come then lonely little Robin,
Here no meddling hands molest ;
Warm's my hearth—thy heart is throbbing—
Come and be my cottage guest.

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

day,
Mr.
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eirt.o n Place
MEETINGS Or HOUNDS IN THE PRESENT w} EE.
His Majesty's Stag Hounds, on Friday, at the Magpies,
Hounslow Heath.
The Earl of Derby's Stag Hounds, on Tuesday, at Ad-
dington.
H. Jolliffe's. Esq. Fox Hounds, on Wednesday, at Box
Hill ; and on Saturday, at Shelwood.
The Surrey Fox Hounds, on Thursday, at Locks Bottom ;
and on Saturday, at Westerham.
on Monday, Wednesday, and Satur-
Scrooby Inn ; and on Friday, at Cleyworth.
da'TrihheactSEKuarrernlenyeelf"aSrcriaerrl:oirough's Fox Hounds, on Wednesday,
Lord Yarborough's Hounds, on Wednesday, at Blighton
Village ; Friday, at Fotherby Village ; and on Saturday, at
Melton High Wood.
Sir R. Sutton's Fox Hounds, on Tuesday, at Langworth
Bridge ; Thursday, at Kettlethorpe ; and on Saturday, at
Lerley Village.
Mr. Shard's Hounds, on Wednesday, at Corhampton Down ;
and on Friday, at Soberton Down.
The Badsworth Fok Hounds, on Tuesday, at the 11:!•:nels ;
,usatetrG,srove Hatl ; and on Saturday, at Glass Hough-
Hounds, on Tuesday, at Preston; Thurs_
and on Friday, at Dodford.
The Duke of Grafton's Hounds, on Wednesday, at Ashton;
Oakley
on Tuesday, at Atwood ; Thursday,
at Kem_potmi WHounds,
Ood • and on Saturday, at Roxton.
The Earl of Darlington's Fox Hounds, on Thursday, at
Scotch Corner ; and on Saturday, at West Aucklaed.
The Lambton Fox Hounds, on Tuesday, Plawsworth Bar ;
Thi.ivirsodoady: aatndFloanss;riadnatyl
,onatScaotuttridnagyw,oaotdiVoodwell House.
The Northumberland Fox Hounds, on Wednesday, at Cold-
law

MATCH FROM WORCESTER. TO LONDON.
A match was made off hand on Friday evening, at Worces-
ter,beeest
by
four o'
Turnpike-gate
on Saturday morning, to go on foot from Wor-
t:iiikne-Sghw, that he would produce a man to start at
aateto the end of Park-lane, London, for a
of 200 2(tu:/aoTPntiovereigns. It was more than a horse could do, and
the,
match was made. The distance is 112 miles, and the man
had thirty-seven hours to do it in. The pedestrian's name is
Steer, a Shropshire man, who lately performed 100 miles in 24
hours. His first half was at Pershore nine miles in two hours,
where he changed his wet clothes, and proceeded on to Broad-
way, and Was half an hour mounting the tremendous bill, a mile
and a quarter up. He reached Morton in the Marsh at half-
past eleven o'clock (twenty-eight miles) and ate a fowl raven-
ously. His next halt was at Chipping Norton, thirty-five
miles, at half-past one o'clock, haying performed at the rate
of tour miles an hour, including stoppages. Ile reached Yarn-
ton, about half way, in sixteen hours, and was fresh and well.
The pedestrian mended his pace at Oxford, and did 20 miles in
4 hours, as if just getting at his work. He halted at Wycomb
at eight o'clock yesterday morning, leaving himself 10 hours to
do the remaining 29 miles. He reached his destination soon
after five o'clock yesterday evening, with much ease, winning
by nearly an hour.

The LATE FIGHT between SPRING and LANGAN.

The following is a letter from Longest (addressed to Thomas
Belcher), accompanied by a request for its insertion :__...
Sir—Unacquainted with the laws of English Ring Fighting,
I look up to you, as the person that made the match, to see
the righted. The last hour of the fight the ring was nearly
filled with persons, that treated me in a manner that will throw
disgrace on the English Ring. At the conclusion of the last
round, my seconds thought proper to say, I should fight
no more.' This I objected to ; and on Crib asking me, if I
would fight any more ? I told him repeatedly I was ready and
willing. Spring then wanted to shake hands; but I told him,
not till I was better satisfied. Crib then thought proper to take
his man out of the Ring. I remained in it, and claimed the
battle, which, I think, is mine by the Laws of Fighting. I was
ready to fight—the time was not expired—and I acknowledge
no person's right to give in the battle for me. I had as much
the-best of it as he had; for, admitting that I was most punished
about the head, be was worse in the body. I could have con-
tinned the battle !Taff an hour longer, and in that time would
have agreed to receive half a dozen more kicks from his parti_
zans. Molineux's treatment was fair play, in comparison to
mine; but I cannot believe, the Gentlemen of the Pugilistic
Club will allow this infamous action to pass without redress.
" I make no apology for asking you to call on Mr. Jackson,
to see justice done ; for I am a stranger very ill used ; and that,
I am confident, is sufficient apology with you for this trouble.
You will oblige by answering as soon as posible.
" I am, your humble servant,

"JOHN LANGAN.
" White Horse, Silver-street, Worcester" Jan. 8."
That Langan was dead to time is proved by the decision of
the Umpire, and also by the losers paying their bets.

NARROW ESCAPE.—Oti Friday morninz last
(2d inst.) Mrs. Hopwood, of Esholt, was so inconsiderate as to
boil coffee for her breakfast in an old copper tea kettle, in which
mercury had been prepared :it seed-time to be mixed with the
wheat then sown to prevact the truck, but which had been well
cleaned as far as she judged, so effectually as to takeaway from
her mind, every suspicion of harm. Of this beverage .so
prepared she partook first, and then added water to• the
grounds, and boiled them again for four of the children ; soon
afterwards they were all taken ill, and it appears some of
the mercury must have remained in the spout, to which
Mrs. Hopwood could not possibly gain access in cleaning the
kettle. The children soon recovered, in consequence of the
means used by Mr. Gardiner, but Mrs. Hopwood, having par-
taken of the first preparation of coffee, which was more strong-
loi
ly impregnated with mercury, was with difficulty restored. The
till 3
ricr
powerful means obliged. to be used to cause the stomach to eject
the poison,
daythatshdg
she could be pronounced out of danger. She is now,
however,brought on tannfldamitmiastahoonped will , Was
completely
not
be
stored.--(Leeds Intelligencer.)

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