Star.
London, England, 1824-01-08 00:00:00

NAVAL lATELLIGENCE.

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711 E GRUT flat!?
tOn THE CHAMPIONSHIP or ENGLAND.

Since the the memorable fight between Cribb and Molineaux, there
• 111$ been no tontest for the Championship which excited more in-
terest than this. There the honour or the country was considered
to be at stake, and here the attempt on the part of an unknown and
7.ntried Irishman to lead as master of the ring, has awakened na-
tional jealousy to a great extent.
The very intense interest excited by this event, throughout Eng-
Ir.nd anti the Sister Kingdoth, the termination of which was to de-
c'de to whom the eliviable distinction of " Champion of England,"
and of " Ireland," was to belong, took place yesterday, on Worces-
...c Race Course, opposite the Grand Stand, which is Within less than
. f a mile of that city.
'fie manner iu which this contest originated, and the epistolary
correspondence of these literary professors of Pugilism, we have al-
ready laid before the Public. and very recently.
Since Sir Daniel Donnelly went dead, Ireland has been in the
'dumps. With him her good luck vanished ; and her corn, her pigs,
and her fat cattle have been without a market from the last day of
her own Ootmelly and the abdication of Napoleon. These were
the two great events on which her fate hung, and she lay on the flat
of her back, without the power to rise, since Dan and Nap lett her,
in the words of her own son," sad, silent, and sorrowful." She had
no hero but Captain Rock, and he made a little too free with Ins
neighbours to gain her much respect. When Sir Daniel was
knighted, Dublin was lighted up for joy ; but when he relied away
tram the punch of fifteen tumblers, Ireland was benighted, and her
son and her sun set together. Donnelly was loch red, and the Muse
was prodigal hi tributes to his memory. It was said of him—.
" With whom a turn-up is no frolic—
Its is bo White or cold liver,
For he beat Oliver,
Challenged Carter, and died of the chnlic !"
Thus died Daniel, and so mourned Erin ! From that day to this
the best and fairest' poition of the globe, in the words of an Irish
orator, was dismalited ; and it presents a remarkable and ominous
feature in her history, that the very moment a new champion
starts up for her honour, that prosperity should flow in upon her
again. Provisions are rising—her exports increasing, taxes are taken
off—the price of whiskey lowered—what can he more certain symp-
toms of returning good fortune? AU this bad certainly some con-
nexion with Langan's offer to fight Spring. John Bull says, it is
sheer presumption of the Hirishman ; but John is jealous, and
should nut be minded.--1 le has an Irish champion in the field—an
Irish leader in the Ministry, and he cannot bear the rough-titling of
}'at in the sing, where he had it all his own way hitherto, but John
will nevertheless skew fair play, and if Paddy can win, he must
only find a better man to whop him.
If Langan has done so muck to retrieve the character of his
country, and advance her best interests, should he not be welcomed
by her children who are resident here, where he has come to risk
his life and his fame? Ile is bade welcome in the language of a
poet, who, a Pat by birth, had Irish feelings, and who has, with a
prophetic spirit, burst forth into an address most suitable to this
occasion. It ts adopted by the Patlanders from St. Giles's to Man-
e hest, r, and we may expect, if the victory be Langan's, to hear it
en :all chorus and perfect accompaniment throughout the country :
Hail to our Chief! who in triumph advances;
Long life to the lad who has come to lick Spring;
Strike up every bagpipe, he's the youth of our fancies,
Anil joy to Pat Lanagane in full chorus sing.
Crest of O'Lanagane--
That's a potatne
Long may his fist every Englishman know;
PACs have lung stuck to it—
Long bid good luck to it;
Whack, tor O'Lanagane—Pad,
Our's is a pugilist lusty and lasting,
No spooney or other weak babe of the ground,
can lick every one of them, hungry and fasting,
And beat the best of them, and not lose a round!
:Mark the ground where he's flung!
'Mirk ! the sound, how it rung!
Still daes.the tat of 0' lanagane grow,
Shout foric, Leinster men,
Till the bogs quake again,
Whack, for O'Lanagane--Paddy Whack, oh!
Drink, Paddies, drink, Mr the pride of your island,
Stand to your champion for a broth of a boy,
Tho' he crossed the wide ocean, he never will shy land,
And he'll grind to the last for a mill in his joy !
While good punch elevates,
'While whiskey recreates.
Drink deep to his health while the cups overflow; •
Shake your shillelahs, boys,
Screeching drunk, scream your joys;
Whack, for O'Lanagane—Paddy Whack, oh!

ly Whack, oh!

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Langan is a man almost unknown to the London Ring; he sprung
up like Donnelly, and like him, was to thresh every member of the
rgilistic corps, till he got at the "top of the tree." Ile was brought
ritt notice more by the number of his battles than from the goat-
uets of the men he vanquished :• he heat Pat Halton, without much
‘lifLulty, but he cannot he supposed to have obtained much repu-
taoon from achieving such a conquest, as Pat was " served out" by
a seeord or third-rater of the London Bing, viz. &lase°, without
a 4 very extraordinary punishment being dealt by him upon the Jew.
'hauls), morning, and during the whole of the day till a late hour
at sight, the city of Worcester filled with astonishing rapidity.
Chais,s, coaches, gigs, barouches, carts, and vehicles of every de-
saiption gloried in succession, heavily loaded front every part of
the country, 50 aild 100 miles round. From Liverpool and London,
haireds of pet sons came to see the fight, and not a few from Ire-
land. (In 'Tuesday night, the London Corps Pugilistic, were nearly
all in Worcester, and every tavern was crowded to excess.
During the whole of Monday and Tuesday, carpenters were em-
ployed in erecting temporary hustings, and an outer ring of one
hundred yards in diameter was formed. Under the direction of Mr.
Share, the Clerk of the Course, an inner ring of 24 feet square was
raised, about two feet front the level. It was found necessary to
elevate the inner ring, in consequence of the flow of water over the
it.e.s, which was raised upon posts covered with planks, an the
yla.les were afterwards covered with turf six inches in thickness,
upon whith sawdust was laid.
The Grand St-and and the Hustings adjoining were crowded to
eteets, at halt a guinea a-head, and the numbers who paid were com-
razed at not less than four or five thousand. The chief Nobility and
Gentry of Worcestershire and the adjoining Counties were on the
ground, and many Noblemen and Gentlenten front distant parts of
the kiagclum came to view the trial of strength and science between
these pugilistic champions. We observed Lord Deerhurst, Lord
Anson, lion. Tbos. Coventry, Sir James Musgrave, Colonel Berke-
ley, Sir Anthony Lechnnoe, Bart. Sir G. Webster, Lord Moly-
k", Mr. C. Osbaldestone, Mr. E. Peel, Mr. John Mills, Mr.
Compton, Mr. James Smith Barry, Ste. Two hours before the fight
commenced, ahnost every seat was occupied, and the craft upon the
Leer Severn, which oleanders by the side of the Race-course, were
flkd with spectators, even to the top of the sails and rigging, and
the ApprJr.uce altogether was remarkably effective and imposing,
which was considerably heightened by the masts of the vessels being
bang with flags, and the sails adorned with ribbons.
At ten minutes berme one, Ned Painter arrived, attired in his
tannel 'packet with tafigle round each knee,denoting his character
as X"..i• de anal Cr,bli had engaged to pick up Toni Spring. At
Eve minutes before one, Spring arrived at the ring in a carriage and
pair, belonging to, atoi atteodeo by Captain Barrett, his chief backer,
accompanied by ihh :old several sporting characters. Spt ing was
attired in a blue Mess coat, over which he wore a brown_upper tog,
with brown herseyniere smallclothes, and jockey boots. There was
i.othing pt. f'stiottal about his cut, except a blue bird's-eye fogit
so-old los .ti.e.ze. Spring expressed the utmost confidence in the
malt of the contest, and his coolness was remarkable. At one
o'clock, Josh Hudson took off his coat, and appeared in his white
st.q, as Langan 's second. There were cries in every part of the
ring for Langan. Where is Langan? was resounded front every
p,tt of the arena. Why don't you go it, Spring? Spring replied,
'' 1 can't light withoot him."—Viscount Deerhurst was umpire for
Spring, ano Sir !Ivory Goodriche for Langan, and Colonel Berke•
by referee.

Ten minute, past one arrived, and Cribb and Ned Painter cried
out most luNtily for I.4trzan, and Cribb said, " if you don't come,
raddy, from Cork, the stakes will be given up to eribb."
" lie's comilg," resounded from Langan's friends.
At eighteen minutes pan one o'clock an eittensive hustings,
erected on the right of the ()rand Stand, which contained not less,
incur estimation, than 1.500 or u,OOO persons, cattle down with a
tremendous crash. Every eye was directed towards the spot—a
teicral shriek was heard, mid the greaten terror prevailed. Many
i'mous were wounded aid lacerated, and several had broken limbs,
but happily none of the injuries were likely to prole late. Sir T.
wa, tin about the face and ad, and bled profusely, but
1:•v ilury V.• 11 111C.1114idtrablt. J. N. Lavender was at the top of
hustings at the time, and was thrown several yards, bet he es-
':red with atr fling injury on nue Ivg. Hairpin one arev:d, and
•:elgati not appearing, bets were offered that he slid not conic at
;.'• On reit:rims to the articles of the tight, drawn up at 31an-
-.'"Ater, it was loiveliVertlldiat 110 specific WWI of the day tor the tight
• ~ainienee hael.bera inheited therein. There was great ow-
: 'ring. At twenty dtinutw w two Langan arrived, and entered the
••• iat.itig arms of his seconds, thiamin and Reynolds.

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The combatants stilpped with alacrity. Springs person was In
fine or‘ler, and gave increased confidence to his backers and friends ;
nor wal that of his antagonist in inferior condition. They tossed
for the. side, Langan gained it. The sun was shining very bril-
-1 Handy for the time of the year.

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7'llE GA
tOn, THE CHAMPI'
Since the memorable fight 13
• 110 been no tontest for the CI
terest than this. There the ha
to be at stake, and here the atte
-antried Irishman to lead as Mal
tional jealousy to a great extent.
The very intense interest exe
Ir.ntl and the Sister Kingdoth, ti
cede to whom the' enviable disci
and of " Ireland," was to belon
sec Race Course, opposite the6r
f a mile of that city.
The manner in which this co
correspondence of these literary
ready laid before the Public, an,
Since Sir Daniel Donnelly we
'dumps. With him her rod luc
and her fat cattle have been wi
her own Doimelly and the abd
the two great events on which h
of her back, without the power
in the words of her own son,"
no hero but Captain Rock, and
neighbours to gain her much
knighted, Dublin was lighted ul
tram the punch of fifteen tumid
son and her sun set together. I.
was prodigal hi tributes to his in
•• With whom a turn-up
Its is bo white or cold li
For he beat Oliver,
Challenged Carter, and
Thus died Daniel, and so won
the best and fairest' poition of tl
orator, was dismalited ; and it
feature in her history, that th
,tarts up for her honour, that p
again. Provisions are rising—bet
off—the price of whiskey lowere
toms of returning good fortunel
!lesion with Langan's offer to h
sheer presumption of the Hid
should nut be minded.—lle has ;
Irish leader in the Ministry, and
}'at in the ring, where he had it
will nevertheless skew fair play
only find a better man to whop t
• If Langan has done so time
country, and advance her best in
by her children who are resides
Ins life and his fame ? He is ba
poet, who, a Pat by birth, had
prophetic spirit, burst forth into
occasion. It t 4 adopted by the P
hest, r, and we may expect, if t
an fall chorus and perfect accomi
Hail to our Chief! who in I
Long life to the lad who
Strike up every bagpipe, he'
And joy to Pat Lanagana
Crest of O'Lanagane—
That's a potatoe
Long may his fist every Eni
PACs have lung stuck t
Long bid good luck to
Whack, for O'Lanaganc—l
Ones is a pugilist lusty and
No spooney or other wea
can lick every one of the
And beat the best of the!
:I‘lark the ground whet
'Mirk ! the sound, how
Still doesthetst of 0' I..inaE
Shout tulle, Lthister r
Till the bogs quake age
'Whack, for O'Lanagane—l
Drink, Paddies, drink, Mr t
Stand to your champion I
Tbo' he crossed the wide
And he'll grind to the lan'
While good pooch des
'While whiskey recreate
Drink deep to his health wl
Shake your shillelahs,
Screeching drunk, acre
Whack, for O'Lanagane—]
Langan is a man almost unkno
up lake Donnelly, and like
rgilistic corps, till he got at the
no notice more by the nembei
um or the men he vanquished
lifLulty, but he cannot he supj
tahun from achieving such a eon
a Srcrot:d ur third-rater of the Le
say very extraordinary punishme
Mesa.), morning, and during
at night, the city of Worcester
(lutists, coaches, gigs, barouche
Ktiption varied in succession,
the country, 50 and 100 miles ro
hoary& of peewits came to see
land. On Tuesday night, the Lee
ail in Worcester, and every tavel
During the whole of Monday
played in erecting temporary
bandied yards in diameter was I
Skate, the Clerk of the Course,
Lased, about two fret front the
elevate the inner ring, in conseqt
grass, which was raised upon
plat.ks were afterwards covered
upus whith sawdust was laid.
The Grand Stand and the II
mess, at halt a guinea a-head, an
pieta at not lest than four or five
Geary of Worcestershire and tl
ground, and many Noblemen at
the kingdom Came to view the t
. these pugilistic champions. \V
Anson, lion. Thos. Coventry, S
ley, Sir Anthony Lechniete, II
Lim, Mr. C'. Osbaldestone, N
Compton, Mr. James Smith Bar
commenced, ahnost ev6.), seat u
River &Vert', which oleanders II
filled with spectators, even to, tl
the appearance altogether was
which was considerably heighten
being with flags, told the sail, ad
At ten minutes berme one, II
flannel jacket, with Poole roun
as szcsleit e and Cram had ei
five minutes before one, Spring
pair, belonging to, rod enemata I
accompanied by Cril.l) sevel
attired in a blue Mess colt, ovet
with brown kerwymere smallch
Luthing f'ssiottal about his
SCrAld :611 !i.e.ze. Spring cape
insult of the contest, and his t
o'clock, Josh lludson took off
stet, as Langan's second. The
ring for Langan. Where is L
pooit, of the arena. Why don't
'' I can't fight without hits
Spring, at:a Sir !Ivory Goodrich
by referee.
Ten minutes past one arrived,
eat most lustily for l ryan, one
'sir. Paddy, from Cork, the st
" lie's comilg," resounded fror
At eighteen minutes pan o
erected on the right of the Cica
inner estimetiou, than 1.500 or
tremendous crash. Every eye
tyletal shriek was heard, and t
Isessons Were WOUtlticd Mid Lim
but happily none of the injur.ts
• 3.ilkbury was about the face
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'wary V.'ll Ittc.ni4itlttablr.
the hostiiogs at the time, mid
e t:ped anti a tr ding injury on c
• • •elgaii not appearing, bets w
(ht retelling to the antic)
'.!-'ter, it wa. loivel,Vertil rbat In
• 7,oinitnce had bre& inasite
At twenty Agnates
••• I iraLing the arms of his t
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