Star.
London, England, 1824-11-25 00:00:00

SPQRIIAti INTELLIGENCE.

,NRWMARKfI COURSING MERTING.—Towing.
The oldest sportuisan ap Newmarketscannot bring to recollection
a more boisterous and unfavourable coursing day than this has been.
rialf.past eleven o'clock was the time given in the orders from the
Club last night for the first couple of dogs for the Cup to be in the
Slip at the Furies, Warren Hill ; the Slipper punctually obeyed
his instructions; and notwithstanding the incessant rain, accompa-
nied by a perfect hurricane, the assemblage of sportsmen was very
numerous, as the Cup for this year excites a very lively interest.
A delay in starting the first brace took place in the hope that the
rain would abate, hut at twelve, the tempest being as furious as
' ever, it was deemed useless to keep back any longer, and the sport
commenced, and continued till nearly dusk, the rain descending in
torrents during the whole time. During the day's courses the fir
trees in the Warren plantations were heard in every direction to
either split or fall, and upwards of 100 were actually blown down.
Several persons took shelter, during the storm, in I but erected in
the plantation as a resting-place for jockeys when wasting ; and
while there, a tree was blown up and fell on the roof of the hut,
but happily only onasioned rather a hasty retreat, without injury.
Horses could scarcely carry their riders, who experienced equal tiff-
,ficulty in retaining their seats, and many hats were blown off, and
either totally lost, or occasioning the owuers a disagreeable and un-
sportsmanlike pursuit at full stretch, for one, two, or three miles;
these contingencies were not confined to the Beath, as others of a
more dangerous nature took place at Newmarket and its environs,
where houses were unroofed, chimneys blown down, anti windows
blown in, &c. but fortunately without loss of life.
Last night the hares were driven out of the plantation at the top
of Warren Hill, and fires kindled around it to keep them out, ac-
cording to custom, in order to get them into the tuxes for good
coursing ; but this did not :trail, for the inclemency of the night
induced the furred tribe to seek a wanner retreat and have recourse
to the hollows, consequently bat few stopped, and those did not
like to move even whets the beaters strove to rouse them for the
runs, several being absolutely pushed out of their newly made forms
fearful of encountering the weather.
On the First Cheveley Field it rarely happens that the day is not
in favour of the hares, who uniformly make for the plantation.
In the four courses run from the ruses the betting was 2 to 1 on
the hare; but when on the ploughed lands the courses were in fa-
vour of the dogs.
The sport was admirable nearly throughout, for the Cup in par-
ticular, in which the crack dogs were engaged, and the following
are particulars :
elan. ctrtitref.ev MLA ,••••TOIL TUE COLD CON

Mr. Northey's Nectar beat Mr. Syer's f. b.
Mr. Scott's Imhoff beat Mr. De Burgb's Quiz. '
Marquis of Huntly's Viscount beat Mr. Itedhead's Lear.
Mr. Mures Finis beat Admiral Wilson's liairridge.
Mr. Wilkinson's Ciara beat Lord Rivers's Rolla.
Mr. Hoskins's Ileiress beat Mr. Rust's Baron.
Lord Dunwich's Marshall beat Mr. Brick worth's Kiss.
Mr. Wright's Whisgig beat Mr. Gent's Simple.
II A WIC U.
Mr. Buckworth's Kite beat Mr. Denn's Dapper.
Lord Rivers's Repulse beat Mr. Hoskins's Horatio.
Mr. Wilkinson's Caput apt Mr. Wright's Wazy—No Cobra.
Mr. Notthey's Nardock apt )Ir. Wilkinson's Czar—Off.
Lord Rivers's Robinhood apt Mr. De Burgh's Quorn—Off.
Mr. Towers's Juliet apt the Marquis of Huntiy's Vagrast—
No Course.

SWZIPSTAKU roe mays DOGS.
Mr. Buckworth's Kimberley beat Mr. Hoskins's Hogatth.
Mr. Syer's A My Lady beat Mr. Deno's A Dinah.
Mr. Denn's Dart agit Mr. Run's Penedict—No Coo*•
Mr. Scott's Isis apt Mr. Syer's Milliner—Off.

SW KZ/STAKES.
Lord Ftivers's Regulus beat Mr. Towers' Jordan.
Mr. Rust's Barefoot beat Admiral Wiisotes Unity.
Mr. Mute's .Frederick beat Admiral Wllion's Ulysses.
Mr. Redhead's Lan apt Mr. Wright's Wildfire—Oif.
ilr. Redhead's Leveret apt Mr. Mures Fane-01f.

CRITERION OF SCENT IN HUNTING.
A Gentleman equally fond of sport and of smoke, who take"'
pipe every morning at sunrise, assures us that he has found the
manner in which the fumes of his pipe either dissipate themselves
or hang in the air, to afford the surest criterion whereby to judge of
a bad or goad scent. He has never been disappointed in this mode
of judging ; the same ccndition of the air which causes the smoke to
hang long in the air, and to scent it far and wide, also causes the
effluvia of the fox to do the same thing.

GREAT MILLING AT W A RWICK •-••• Belt: Life tq LOOP.
don; or, Sporting Chrreick, of SUNDAY NUT, will contain co go-
GRAVING of the Scare or Acrioe ; the Grand Stand; Stage, wick.
Men Setting-to
.; Ring; and distant View of Warwick. Together
with the longest and hest Account of the Mill between Husieeriaceir
Cannon, and copious Particulars of Dick Curds cons Bring Aim.
—race of jell. Lye in 1.0144Un only Seven-pence.

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THE HIGHLAND CHIEFTAIN.

A Chieftain to the Highlands bound,
Cry'd boatman de not tarry,
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry.
Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water,
Oh, I'm the Chief of INA Isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter!
'And fast before her Father's men
Three days we've Bed together,
For if be find us in the glen,
My bldod will stain the heather.
His horsemen bard behind as ride,

Should they our steps discover,
Then, who would cheer my bonny bride,
When they have slain her lover ?

Out spoke the hardy Highland Wight,
I'll go my Chief, I'm ready ;
It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome Lady.
And, by my word, the botany bird
In danger shall not tarry,
Lo, though the waves are raging white)
I'll row you o'er the ferry !
By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith Was shrieking,
And in the scowl of Heaven, each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still, as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer, •
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer !
Oh, haste thee ! haste! the Lady cries,
The' tempests round us gather,
I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry Father !
The boat has left a stormy land
A stormy sea before her,
When, oh, too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o'er her !
And still they row'd, amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing,
Lord Ullin reach'd that foal shore,
His wrath was chang'd to wailing :
For, sore dismay'd, thro' storm and shade,
His child he did discover,
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,
And one was round her lover !
Conte back ! come back ! be cried in grief,
Across this raging water,
And I'll forgive your Highland Chief,
My daughter, Oh, my daughter !
'Twas vain—the loud wave lash'd the shore,
Return, or help preventing ;
The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting !