Star.
London, England, 1821-10-23 00:00:00

WRESTLING.

The wrestling at Penrith, the day after the Rates, was most
excellent ; never were strength and art more conspicuously dis-
played on any occasion. The main prize was won by Joseph
Dobson.of Cliburn, who threw Joseph Abbot, of Thoruthwaite-
ball. The prize for the eight last yonder' was wrestled for as
follows : FIRS? ROUND.

Stood—Joseph Abbot, Thomas Brown, Thomas Peat, Tho-
mas Bewsher. _ _ _ _ _

Fell—John Robley, Thomas Abbot, Edward Howell, Jo-
seph Dobson.

SZCOND ROMD.
Stood—Thomas Peat and Joseph Abbot.
Fell—Thomas Brown and Thomas Bewsher.

THIRD ROUND.
Joseph Abbot stood and Thomas Peat ML

The Members of the Caledonian 'Lint, at their
meeting at Ayr, on the 12th inst. generously resolved
to distribute 55 guineas amongst the poor of that and
the neighbouring parishes.
Sunday, two inexperienced persona procured a sailing boat at
Chelsea, for the purpose of taking an aquatic excursion. They
had not proceeded far before a violent gust of wind upset them.
The accident, fortunately, was observed by some watermen on
the Chelsea shore, who instantly put off to their assistance, and
succeeded in rescuing the young men from their perilous situation.
At .a late hour on Sunday night a person of respectable appear-
ance was found on the Hammersmith road, nearly dead, with
horse standing near him. Ile was conveyed to the White Horse,
near Lord Holland's Park, and medical aid procured ; he, how-
ever, died soon after. Seven sovereigns, with a watch without
a chain, were found in his pockets. His linen is marked A. D.

When there were Three £30,000 Money Prizes in
a former Lottery BIM sold them all !I! There are
Three of that denomination in the present Lot-
tery—What are the odds Blur does not also sell
the whole of those three? The chances certainly are
greatly against such an event, but many persons, in
spite of the odds, have backed Blues luck, as he is
remarkable for selling Thirty Thousand Pound
Prizes, having sold more than half of all that have
ever been. A few days will determine, as the Draw.
ing begins NEXT TUESDAY, and the very first Prize
drawn that day is sure to be one of those Three
Thirty Thousands.
POST-OFFICE REVENUE—IX is expected that there
will be a great increase in the Post-OlEce Revenue
this Quarter, from the influx of Country Letters with
Orders for Tickets and Shares for NEXT TUESDAY'S
Drawing, when the First Prize will have. Thirty
Thousand Pounds Money.
Yesterday evening, pursuant to notice, a Meeting
was held at St. Paul's Head, Cateaton-street, of per-
cons, who stiled themselves " The Useful Classes."—
The avowed object of the Meeting, in the words of
the hard-bill, was, " To consult upon the propriety
of passing an Address of Condolence to the KING,
upon the loss of that most noble minded and virtuous
Lady, CAROLINE, his late Consort, &c. &c. &c.--
On Dr. WATsow being called to the Chair, he n-,ade
a long speech of one hour and a quarter,- and con-
cluded by reading a series of Resolutions (seven in
number) for the adoption of the Meeting. On the
second Resolution being moved, and seconded by
Messrs. WADDINGTQN and WALKER, a person at-
tempted to address the Meeting in opposition to it,
but he was overpowered by the combined attack of
the Gentlemen present, and was thrice driven from the
room; the uproar at last became so general, that
Leadbeater, one of the Marshalmen, and others,
were obliged to interfere, and the Doctor passed the
1
rest of his Resolutions amidst the discordant sounds
II assemblage,ofpertentoufm.duecltenuatryappearace t which obliged every
o retire,

READING SCHOOL TRIENNIAL VISITATION.

PROLOGUE TO THE ORF.STES.
WRITTEN ST THE REV. C. ♦. WHEELWRIGHT, ♦.14

srogrx 7.43tanit.

Array'd in solemn state, once more appears
The tender Bard of pity and of tears.
At whose high call were ever wont to flow
The kindred drops of sympathetic woe.
Full oft, assisted by the mimic art,
Ili• potent spell has chain'il the feeling heart.
Nor may tonight our feebler efforts prove
Orestes' tragic tale less forted to move.
When, every sinew agonis'd by pain,
He flies the Furies' scorpion lash in vain ;
While his strain'd limbs and eye balls' vacant glare
The guilty soul's remoneful pangs declare.
As in terrific vision ever near
The Dogs of Hell' their gorgon visage rear,
Their madd'ning tumults on kis mind imprest,
Who sheath'd the sword within a Mother's breast!
Detested spirit of the elder time,
Which dignified revenge and hallow'd crime!
When blood alone could the first stain efface,
And kindred slaughter spread through half the race.
Unlike the dews of mercy that distil
In drops of soothing balm from Sion's hill.
Celestial love in gentle accents there
Taught rage to bless, and furious hate t 6 spare; •
fiktudd'ring to pause before it reach'd the grave,
Nor desolate a world Ha died to save!
'Ms past—on Attica's deserted land
Bleck Desolation takes his mournful stand;
While by each rnin'd fane and mould'ring stone
Her drooping Genius weeps the glories flown.
And is the nightly soul for ever fled
That erst her sons to deeds of triumph led :
Still must the animating spirit lie
Silent and sunk in lifeless apathy?
Through Time's dim veil Hope's distant prospects gleam,
like the true presage of a morning dream.
Spirits of other days! look down and sec
lour tardy Children struggling to be free;
Bid them like you in native courage bold,
Revere and emulate their sires of old :
Who fought on larathon's ensanguited plain,
And dy'd with Persian gore the blushing main.
Like you. at length, indignant burl away
The piling fetters of barbaric sway. •
Till the proud Crescent's fading reign be o'er,
And prostrate Athens rise to fall no more !
Patrons and Friends ! whose smiles our hopes engage,
Whose favour still supports this Classic Stage,
Who, willing to commend, with censure light
- Sway the high sceptre of the Stagirite ;
Think, when stern Truth compels reluctant blame,
That Pleasure here assumes a higher name;
And grant, in Charity's all-powerful cause,
A mild construction of the Critic's laws !
EPILOGUE.
INSITTZX as L Y. TALTOVILIS 1602.

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=ORAL wl/MIUL
Permit a form escap'd the Stygian flood
To speak a word to " ears of flesh and blood."
Sent from the myrtle grove of ling'ring maids
To bring the latest fashions to the shades,
And from assembled beauties warn'd to beat
One radiant picture of the British fair,
I hither come, *here loveliness is shedding
Its softest light on old true-hearted Ream. !
When first in London circles I began
To lay my dagger down and use a fan,
To a small party L admission pray'd,—
Soft scene of learning, love, and lemonade—
In hope, before the Gentlemen came
To ascertain hove British Ladies spin.
Judge the surprise a Grecian nymph must feel
Tostind no semblance of a single wheel!
But on the tables, in confusion, gay
Books of all colours and dimensions lay—
Here Plates of Greek Costumes, which tad to strike
My eyes as being eminently like :
There in the depth of pyramidic gloom,
A Sphinx frown'd horribly from F.gypes tomb ;
And 'neath pil'd Waverley's and grim Otrantos
Peep'd modest forth Lord Byron's last three Cantos—.
Anutz'd, I said to one they termed" Blue,"
Pray what's the latest fashionable hue?
Where may each feminine creation lurk?
You spin, no doubt, Ma'am—may I see your work?
" Spin !" cried she—" 0! in metaphor you shine—
" I own, a little in the Sonnet line—
" Sly satire, not ill-naturedly bestow'd—
" A Song or two--and now and then an Ode;
" Sometimes my lighter leisure I beguile
'4 By writing in the German Critics' style;
" Like them in modern mysticism bold,
" Praise or anatomize the great of old."
" F.uripides, I dare be sworn, you'd name
" As one whose genius fairly earn'd its fame"—
" A sentimental sophist, whose whole trade is
" To frame long speeches, and abuse the Ladies!
" There's his (rester--could a modern cram
"a More monstrous creatures in a melo.drame ?
" The Hero's self—a wild unfashion'd lad,
" Who starts and goes inelegantly mad !
" Electra, tending him, who slew her mother,
" Although the wretch was nothing but a brother!
" Then Pylades —" For breath she made a pause ;
I took the hint, and whisperl who I was—
She screened—then softly bead me to direct her—
She'd " no idea that I was the Spectre!"
When curiosity had vaeish'd fear,
A hundred questions boxed around my ear—
" Pray, Ma'am, instruct me—you, I'm sure, are able—
" Is the whole history of Troy a fable?"
" I die to know—l trust, Ma'am, you'll forgive—
" Did seek a man as Homer really live ?
" Or are the things a witless world regards
" As his, the work of twenty thousand bards?"...
A faded nymph, who ne'er was quite divine,
Simptv'd--" Was Helen's farm at all like mine r
And one, the most erect and grave of any,
Begg'd for the latest news of Don Giovanni.
Yet think not, Christian fair, unmov'd I view
The long lost blessing Heav'n restores to pm—.
Which *Mayon freedom, and to men secures
Wit, Virtue, Charity, like_your's !
Among your ranks of beauty could I range,
And trace in ev'ry smile the glorious change--
See woman--dooned no more by fate perverse,
To sink a play-thing, or to rise a curse—
Life with serene intelligence Mum,
And cast on Fancy's works a lovelier bloom,
Sustain Man's spirit when condensed to roam,
And make a Paradise of ev'ry home !

The Hiring Fair at Newbury, on Thursday last,
was one of the largest ever remembered, and it is sup-
posed more than double the number of servants were
engaged this year than last. The Market-place was
not found sufficient to contain the whole of the exhi-
bitions, &c. although the Corn-market was given up
to accommodate Atkins's Menagerie. We hill and
other large fairs being concluded, enabled the whole
of the light-angered gentry to be present, and we are
sorry to add (notwithstanding the precaution of the
worthy Chief Magistrate, and the vigilance of his
officers), were too successful; among numerous suf-
ferers, Mr. Weston, of the Waggon and Horses, was
robbed of his purse containing upwards of £3O; the
store-house of the widow Howell, of the Red Lion,
was broken open in the evening, and two large pack-
ages of stockings stolen ; a Gentleman lost his watch,
gold chain, and seals; a farmer his purse, containing
about £l2; a countryman also lust his watch.