The Sun.
London, England, 1819-01-01 00:00:00

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

BETTING AT TATTERSALL'S, DEC. 31.
DERBY.
Taken-10 to I apt Duise of Portland's Pledge.'
Taken—l Ito aot Lord Rous's Euphrates.
Takrn-16 to I agst Mr. L. Chorlton s his.
Tdkell—f2o to I agst M.•rd.
Tal,e,-4() to I agst Wildsre.
OAKS.
Taken—lo to I apt Gen. Grosvenor's Blue Stockings.
Taken—i I to 1 agst D. of Grafton's Vanity.
Taken—P2 to
_I agst. I.(1 G. Carendish's Barossa.
Taken-17 to I agst. Dodona.
• DoNCASTE it ST. LEGER.

rf abeß—l l to I. agst Laird of- Markhouse.
Taken—li to 1 apt Mandarte.
Taken—l 3 to I agst Brother to Magiitrate. •
Mr. Goddard bet Mr. Crawford ten fifties to one against
Pledge. and ten iittiei to one against Mr. Croaford's awn
learn, for the Derby Stakes.—Betting this day brisker than
on Monday. . . .

hfry-six more horsei belonging to the 2d Itezistent of
Guards were sold at the hammer, and fetched great prices.

Last night a Coronet's Inquest was held at the
Sign of the Black Horse, Public-house, Poplar,
on the body of the young man who dropped down
dead near the Palish Workhouse, after being exa-
mined at Simile( 'II Police 011icr, on a charge of
bastardy, as mentioned in our Paper yesterday ;
when after a full investigation, which lasted op-
;,:ards of an hour, the Jury returned a Verdict—
" !)- •!te of God ;" a truly and
Wldiet indeed.—lt anneared
the young woman had had two children by ihe
unfortunate young man, as he cohabited with her
some tine; but had. lately desered her, and
i;iattied another female about three weehs past.

POCTR Y.

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So, MISTER ONETHOUSAI6 EIGHT HUNDRED and tIOIIi`ZE.Ni
Of this comical world e about to take leave.—
Pray what has,occured in your time worth relating,
What pleasures to cheer us, what sorrows to grieve.

Come stand at the Bar, bound in-fetters of frost,
And give an account of yourself, old acquaintance;
For the ills we have found, and the friends we have lust,
xprct from our judgment a rigorous sentence.

When you first came amongst ns, you found us in tears,
From a tdow that had heavily wounded the nation,
For thr spoil of the hopes we had cherish'd for years,
A barite in Nature that mock'd consolation.

Yet you early were trick'd in the colours of SPHtNG,
And made a gay show with the snow-drop and crocus;
But March, in hiS rear, was commission'd to bring
Catarrhs, coughs, and quinsies, sufficient to choke us.

You promis'd to haul, with a magical drag-net;
All the ice front the Poles (we were told by uur sages),
To point out the mountain that covers the magutt,
And show us the Passage we've talk'd of for ages.

With the project our Baattows and CROKERS were frantic,
They laugli'd at the snow storms, and icebergs terrific;
What a glory for England, to join the Atlantic,
In wedlock's soft bands, with gay Mistress Pacific.

But MARE was cold, awl detennin'd to freeze 'on,
She locli'd up her house, and retiring beneath,
Did, in mountains of ice, so confoundedly squeeze 'em,
You alight draw all the bolts from our ships with your teeth.

MED, MISTER ONE THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED and
EIGHTEEN,

We ask'd you to give us a little fine weather,
You did, sure enough, and the favour to heighten,
Scut hot burning sunshine for ten weeks together.

Our grass grew to hay—the dews were forgotten,
We allow that you sent us abundance of ruses,
But our fruits they no sooner were ripe than were rotten,
And you wickedly blister'd the skin off our noses.

The SUMMER wird on, and you said that THE Queen
Couldn't possibly live from one day to another;
You drove all our Ladies to buy boinbasine
. And crape, 'gainst the death of our rational Mother. ,

But, woe to the purses of those who would trust ye,
Alas! they were chouid of the saving they reclion'd ;
The mourning began when our first suit was rusty,
And then was so short—'twouldn't wear out a second.

We give you due praise for our harvest of wheat,
'Tis well for old England, for every new comer
From Gallia bad promis'd his stomach a treat,
To make up for the frogs be had eat in the summer.

Take credit, moreover, for sundry mince pies,
Fowls, t nrkeys, and tarts, and such delicate prog ;
To be sure these nice dainties were hid from our eyes,
And, rather the worse to the taste, from the fug.

Half-saint and half-sinner, we bid yon good morning,
If your virtues were any, your vices were ample,
And may THE NEVI YEAR from your errors take warning,
And receive from your meritt a PROPER'EXAMTLE.
I. B.

• This bumourcius Poem was sent to us for insertion yes
terday, and we regret that the pressure of other watterpre-
vented its appearance till to-day.