Star.
London, England, 1824-08-19 00:00:00

GREENWICH REGATTA.

Tuesday being the anniversary of the birth day of the Duchess
of Kent, a new wherry, built expressly for the occasion, and sundry
other prizes, were given by the inhabitants of Greenwich, to be
rowed for by six free young watermen of that town, in five heats;
to start from a boat moored off the western extremity of the town,
to another, moored off the Grampus, Seamen's Hospital
ship, the distance being about two miles and a half. The first heat
was rowed by T. Watkins, 'l'. Bass, and S. Weeks, and won by the
former ; the second, by J. Parcerison, C. Anderson, and J. Smith,
and won by Anderson, after a hard struggle. The two succeeding
heats, which were for the minor prizes, in money, caused consider-
able interest, from the prowess and spirit displayed by the young
watermen to gain both money and fame. The last, and grand heat,
for the wherry, between Watkins and Anderson (the two best men
in the first and second heats), was one of the finest contested
matches, both in skill, maticeuvring, science, and strength, witnessed
1 for many years. Anderson, at starting, shot ahead, but was soon
overtaken by Watkins, who kept the lead, and won the wherry by
about a boat's length. Among the visitors assembled on the occa-
sion, were all the first families of distinction residing on Blackheath,
Woolwich, and its vicinity, attracted equally by the fineness of the
weather, as in compliment to the Royal personage whose birth-day
was there, for the first time, thus celebrated.

The Prize Wherry given by the Proprietors of Vauxhall, was
yestet day rowed for by sevep pair of wars, and won in the best
style by George Suliway and George Btummell, of Vauxhall4tair%
The weather was boisterous. In the evening the Prise was given
to the winners in the Gardens.
PEDESTRIANISM.
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Macgowal, a pedestrian from Durham, started on Sunday
night from Shoreditch, on the clock striking twelve, to go on foot
Ito the' 00 mile stone, four miles from Boroughbrislge, Yorkshire
(on the Carlisle road), and return to London, in five days and 19
hours. Ile is matched by 31r. Barclay for :ICO sovereigns. This
attempt beats Powell's, whis went from London to York and back,
394 miles, in five days 13 hours, in July, 1792; so that Macgowal
has six miles more to perform in one hour less time. The perform.
ance is within a fraction of 73 miles per day, Anon: than three
miles an hour without allowing for stoppages. The pedestrian
reached 7.5 miles at ten o'clock on hlonday, never having halted
more than an hour at once. The mail met him at nine o'clock la
the morning of Tuesday, travelling at between four and five miles
an hopr, on the other side Newark, about 130 miles. The pedes-
trian is about 5 feet 61, and is 24 years old; and time is backed
at six to four.

CAMBERWELL FAlR.—Yesterday, Camberwell Fair
commenced with the usual eclat. The sudden storm of
wind and rain in the afternoon unfortunately destro> ed
the economy of their arrangement. The drapery of
several shews was blown to ribands, and the stalls for
the sale of toys unroofed. Much damage was suttahled.
TAUNTON, AUGUST 16.—This morning all Taunton
was in commotion ; and the reason for so unusual an
event was, that Mr. Graham had announced his inten-
tion of ascending. The inflation commenced at eleven
o'clock ; but hour after hour passed away, and the in-
flation proceeded but slowly. Taunton is lighted with
oil gas, and Mr. Graham was therefore compelled to
have recourse to common hydrogen ; but failing to fill
the balloon by that means, the concoui se of spectators
but did not make any attack upon the balloon.
A traveller arriving late one evening at the George
Inn, in a county town not many miles from the Lands-
End, called for a Welsh rabbit; -after waiting a consi-
derable time, he rang the bell to inquire if it was ready?
" Sir," said the servant wench, " my master has been
all over the town, arid cannot get a Welsh rabbit, for
linogve,
.o.rtimicohneley !
t;:—iin" Oi
get l.: ycvneurplewn•efil,' eggs,
elahuegauh-
,
bud them soft."—Again his patience was tried, and
again he rang the bell. Are my eggs ready?' says he.•
Sir," answered the gar., %%id, a low curtsey, " they
have been boiling this last half hour, and are nor jug
as hard as whet] I put them in: they will not hoilsnar

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POETRY.

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THE FIELD OF QUATRE BRAS.

The following Lines are known to be from the pea of Captain Sir
Dimas Czorr, of the Coldstream Guards. The young Gentle-
mean alluded to in the text, was a son of Viscount DARLINGTON;
he was killed in the action of Quatre Bras.
WRITTEN ON THE FIELD OF QUATRE BRAS, 1821.
So bright the Sun puts forth his glorious beams,
So fair the field beneath his lustre gleams;
So soft the south wind wanders o'er the corn,
While on its wings a thousand scents are borne;
So bright and fair, so peaceful and serene,
So soft and calm; and undisturb'd the scene,
It seems as if no storm bad ever rose,
Or e'er could rise, to break its sweet repose!
But on this lovely spot when last I stood,
What was that field ?—a theatre of blood !
The War-fiend here unfurrd his baleful wing,
Here mock'd at pain, and smird at suffering;
Yelling with joy as each new victim bled,
Gloated his eye on hecatombs of dead,
Seeep'd his foul pinions in a sea of gore,
And, drench'd with slaughter, still demanded more !
Yes, for the blue of yonder cloudless sky
Above us hung a sulphurous canopy;
For murmuring rill, and carol of the bird,
Were whizzing shot and roaring cannon heard :
Bristled the bay'net, glcam'd the deadly glaive,
Where thickest now the golden harvests wave ;
Where tender harebells bend in azure bloom,
Floated the pennon with the warriors plume;
For rural echoes and the wild.bees' hum
Bray'd the hoarse trumpet, roll'd the hollow drum;
And where yon meadows' turf most verdant is,
There fell the fiercest of our enemies !
They fell, ind::ed—but with them what a host
Of conqu'rors, comrades, brothers, friends, was lost !
What tears bedew'd the bodies of the brave,
As sanguine hands cousign'd them to the grave!
What sobs burst forth, as voices join'd in prayer,
Which, but an hour before, had urg'd the battle there !
What manly bosoms beav'd with Sorrow's sigh,
Which, but an hour before, throbb'd high in victory!
Alas! amongst the most deplor'd of those
Who, wrapp'd in shrouds of glory, here repose,
Here, on this field their valour nobly won,
Lies low in earth the gallant Baatunwrox!
Oh ! that my feeble hand could justly trace
His manly virtues and his youthful grace.—
Oh ! that my feeble pen could paint his eye,
Where sat, ensbrin'd, the soul of bravery ;
Or shew his sword uplifted in the fight,
Flashing through foremost ranks with meteor light !
Enough—surrounded by a heap of slain,
He sank triumphant on the gory plain,
Sudden the silver cord of life was riven,
And the freed spirit sprang at once to Heaven!