The Sun.
London, England, 1827-01-03 00:00:00

ROUNDS.

I. Crawley made first play. Ward backed to the corner of
the ring, sparring- for a short time, when Ward hit out, and *aught
Crawley on the eye, with a tremendous blow, whioit knooked
him down. (Bravo, Jam.)
2.—Caieful sparring, Crawley cautious, Wart wades hit
at the body, stopped by Crawley. Three manta sparring.
Crawley tried the left hand, a pause—Go along Jan, any darling-.
Ward put in two blows on the bead and again knoaite4 ,Crurial
down. This round took six minutes.

S.—Crawley sparred for a short pause, and kept on die higle
side of the ring. Ward made a heavy blow, and slipped down.
4. —Both were cautious. Ward put in a slight blow on the
bread-basket, but Crawley retired to the ropes ; a olest, sad
slashing fighting till in the terrific struggle Ward west down.
s.—Give and take was the order of the day--,a close and hard
hitting. In the fall, Ward under.

6.-:-Another slashing round, in which Crawley's (leak boss was
laid open—both down.
7.—Crawley came up, bleeding at the mouth and nose, with a
pair of black eyes, one of which was partially closed, which Ward
hit again. Both down.

B.—The ring in great disorder—both men blowing sad much
distressed. Crawley bleeding at the month ; a don---hard hit-
ting, and down.

bleeding from the nose profusely ; neither of the
men much hurt ; several heavy blows exchanged, Crawley against
the ropes ; Crawley fell under. This was a moat desperate rotted.
10.—Both men fighting the same system. The ring was here
broken in. Both men were much exhausted and faint. A dose,
and down.

11.—Neither of the men were able to fight ; both equally
brave ; they closed, and hung to each other till they fell.
W.—Neither mild bit a blow—Crawley pushed Ward down
and he could not come again to time.
Crawley was then declared the victor.
The fight lasted twenty-six minutes—and was !novely contested.
he result of the battle disappointed Ward's friends much,
and his admirers more.

GRAND Fox CHASE AT MALPAS.-011 Friday last Sir
Richard Puleston's hounds met at Iscoed Park, and after
thawing blank a number of small coverts, crossed the
Fen's moss to Bettisfield springs, where they immediately
found, and-off went not fewer than three as fine foxes as
ever were run, one of which was followed by seven couple
of hounds with one of the whippers, in the direction of
Iscoed. The body of the pack, after being for some time
baffled by the different cross scents and the shouting and
hallooing of crowds of foot people, at last got settled to it,
and away they went for Bettisfield, the seat of Sir Thomas
Hanmer, through the shrubberies and garden, across the
park, and on to Hanmer village, when he tried a small
cover, close to the Oakes; thence to Hanmer Hall,
through the , park, and on to Newhall, where, be
changed his course, and went direct for the Wyehes,
which he with difficulty gained, the hounds close
at his brush great part of the way. Here poor
Reynard was obliged to use all his cunning, and
tried all his old accustomed haunts, but alas I mould
find no friendly shelter. Being soon obliged by his
staunch pursuers once more to venture into the open
country, and, like a brave fellow, gaining fresh cou-
rage in proportion to his knowledge of the danger, scorning
the covert, he went off with renewed vigour, and, in grand
style, to Malpas, where the hounds drove .him at their very
best pace, and, being quite close upon him, he was obliged,
faint and weak, to seek shelter in the house of a doctor.
Being driven thence (probably for want of a fee), he
tried a number of small gardens; and, still hard pressed,
from one cottage door to another, he at last found admit-
tance into an old woman's kitchen, where he had no sooner
sat down to breathe a bit, than the hounds came dash upon
him, and, woe betide their cruelty, scarce gave him time
to escape at the.front door, when seeing the church-yard
near, he thought he should there find a sanctuary. In this
he was right, as the himnds could makeihim oft no further.
Whether he got into church, or might have been a spirit
of some huntsman of the olden time come to try the mettle
of hounds and men of these degenerate days, and went to
his narrow house again, is not know r Cllronieke