Star.
London, England, 1824-12-17 00:00:00

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INTELLIGENCE..

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BETTING-ROOM, TATTRIVSAtL'S, pLC. io.
The attendance to-day was pretty strong, but little business was
done. The chief betting was on Bolero, -Nigel, and Elohanna, tor
the Derby; and on the match between Bizarre and Zealot. The
odds are as follow t

DERBY.
4 20 to ) apt legacy .
25 to 1 agst .Guhanna
Nectar,
N2l to 1 apt Sister to ectar, 61
2.5 to 1 apt Defiance
25 to 1 agst Diana
ri3o to 1 apt Jenny .
35 to 1 agst Harriet
o betting.
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8 to 1 apt !Paulette
9 to 1 agst Rufus
12 to 1 apt Duke of York'S c.
17 to 1 agst Bolero
18 to 1. agst Adtante
20 to 1 apt Ceuta'
20 to 1 apt Nigel (taken)
OA KS—.
ST. I

16R.
11 to 1 agst Memnon 28 to 1 apt His Grace
12 to 1 agst Cleveland 59 to 1 agst Androgens
16 to 1 agst Redgauntlet 30 to 1 agst :‘ltsleteer
20 to 1 agst Homer (taken) 40 to 1 apt Cymheline
25 lo 1 apt Mandane 50 to 1 agst D. of Yolk's c.
27 to 1 apt brother to Duport 50 to 1 agst Rufus
27 to 1 agst Crow/Catcher 50 to 1 apt Rosamond
10,000 to ti:00 apt Spinning.lenny (taken).
Mwrcn-110 to 100 en Bizarre apt Zealot,
BUNTING:

U. Jollifre, Foilsounds meet on Monday, at Cuptborne
Common; Wednesday, at Brockham Green.
The Sauderstead Harriers meet on Monday, Wednesday, and
Saturday, at Kennel. . .

UNPARALLELED PEDESTRIANISM..
Townsend, the walking phenomenon, has just achieved a most
marvellous performance. This man, who undertook to walk from
Taunton to Bridgewater (12 miles) three times in each succeeding
day, 72 miles altogether, but who was impedtd by the late despe-
rate and unprecedented state of the weather, and obliged to relin-
quish it in consequence, has now succeeded in accomplishing it. Ile
commenced on Monday morning, the 6th hist. and persevered on
every succeeding day in yalking the distance, in spite of wind and
weather, which were much against him, and performed all his Jour-
nies, amounting in the whole to 432 miles, in six days. His depar-
ture from Bridgewater and arrival at North Pethetton, and return
to Taunton on Saturday night last, a little before twelve O'clOck,
was hailed by an accompaniment f drums and other noisy instru-
ments, seconded by the vociferations of the populace. The follow-
ing statement is an accurate report of this event :
Atrived at Bridgewater. Arrived at Taunton.
15. st. H. at.
2 50 a.m. Dec. 6. . 5 20 a.tn.
0 50
5 25 p.m.

Dec. 6.

2 15 p.m.
3 10
3 10 8 b a.m.
31 30 a.m. g 10 p.m.
5 18 p.m. 8 13
4 45 a.m. Dec. 8. - 7 30 a.m.
11 2 0 p.m.
5 37 p.m. 8 0
6 0 a.m. Dec. 9. - 10 5 a.m.
1 34 p.m. 4 35 p.m.
8 5 11 23 a.m.
7 0 a.ta. Dec.lo. . 10 0
1 0 p.m. f 45 p.m.
8 20 11 28
6 10 a.m. Dec.ll: - 9 30 a.m.
1 45 p.m. 4 30 p.m.
8 30 11 43
Townsend's next feat is to drive a wheelbarrow seven miles, to
drive a &top seven silks, and to run seven miles in three successive
hours. His stature is rather short, and exceedingly muscular, and
not at all adapted. for such rapid and resolute perseverance.

Dec. 7.

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Dec. 10.

Dec. 11.

• BOXING.
FIGHT WM/1M A. REID AND IMHOF SHAM', FOR 4100.

Both these men arc good ones, and h3th have established their fame
upon the downfall of the same rival—Gipsy Cooper. It is with
fighting as with other things—a man lights on till he becomes a hero
in the opinion of the Fancy, and then the are turned upon the
f.orourite of the few and the wonder of the many, and down he
sinks like Darius— .

" Fdl'n, fall'n, fall'n,
From his high estate,
And weltering in his blood
peserted at his utmost need
By those his former battles fed—
On
the cold earth he lies,"
Never to rise again. So it has been with Gipsy Coops', who beat
all before him, till he himself was beat to a stand still Ivy Bishop
Sharp. Bishop SharpJought Gipsy Cooper four times, and Alex-
ander Reid beat him once. Both these conquerors were deter-
mined to see which was the best man. Youth and science were
on the side of Reid, strength and blushing laurels on the brow of
Bishop Sharp.
Hampton was early yesterday morning the scene of rendezvous;
the amateurs of the fancy mustered very strong, with a good strew
of milling coves, but the many-beaded monster did not present
much variety of plazogs. Betting was rather on Bishop Sharp, but
it varied like " Fortune's fickle breath," and set on the helm of
Reid for a time, and then the fickle jade went over with Bishop
Sharp to Moulsey Hurst in a fiat-bottomed boat, to the tune of
" Over the water to Charley." The assemblage now began to MIW
ter strong on the other side of the water, where one of the lushy
coves asked Richmond, " Will yoo have a glass of Mar, old boy?"
Richmond changed colour at the familiar proposal, exclaiming," I
never drank a drop of gin in my lifer —(Laughter and cries •
of hear, hair.)
At five minutes after one, Reid threw his hat into the ring, se-
conded by uncle Ben and Tom Oliver. Bishop Sharp followed his
example, seconded by Dick Curtis and Josh Hodson.
Both the fighting men are said to be about eleven stone; Sharp
rather the heaviest, Reid won \he toss. At eleven minutes past
one both stripped; Reid's colour blue, and Sharpe's yellow.
Rounn 1.-Before people could look about them, Sharp dashed
in without ceremony, and placed his left band in Reid's face—a
topsy-turvey rally took place and Reid was throws! on his stern-
part in the twinkling of a bed-post.—(Loud cries of " Bravo !" and
" Sharp is sure of it !")
2. Shaw was all alive, and seemed to stand for no repairs; Reid
looked rather queer, not knowing what to do--a close ; hut before
Sharp could hug his man, " down" was the order of the day.
Here violent confusion took place in the outer ring, and cries of
" Cross, cross," resounded from all quarters. It was evident that
the fight was "no go." - '
S. While Reid was trying to stand up, Oliver cried out to him
" 1/—. if you won't fight, not pay a farthing of my bets."
Reid looked quite foolish, and the crowd rushed into the ring
in great confusion, swearing all manner of outlandish dialects.
A sort of sparring or rather hugging took place, mid Reid
went down of his own accord, amid the blessings of his
friends, and the contempt of these who backed his rival. The
" confounded fellow" sat en the ground, covering his face with
both hands, and weeping most blubberly. Ile was aroused from his
meditations by a apirit.stirring " Come up !" and placed on his two
legs again—but it was all to no pi pose—" It wouldn't do, '—and
in the fourth round he fell on his beam-ends, X-tag his legs sal
arms in token of his hard day's work. The confusion, wonder,
and Bahylonish blasphemy was now at its heigt.t. Indignation
broke out here. " What is it all about ?" ass.ikd the knowing
ones there, and " I'll be d—d if I pay a bob," was bandied about
from one quarter of the ring to the other, all looking out to get a
peep of the precious cove, who was weeping all alone in the ring of
discord, hiding his diminished bead between his knees. While the
hubbub was going on in this manner, people were running for
their lives to know " Vat's the matter ?" and on their at rival they
found that it was no joke. The thing was completely done up, awl
Bishop Sharp was declared the conqueror of a " what d'ye call
him?' Some said that he had broken his arm, but others cried
out, " It's all in my rye and Betty Marini 1"

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