The Kenilworth Advertiser. — 1876-07-29 (Kenilworth, Warwickshire, England)

UNPRI.CEDENTED BICYCLE FEAT. ' A feat as unparalleled in the history of bicycling as that of Capt. Webb In the history of natation, was concluded at the Molineux Grounds, Wolverhampton, on Saturday. During the six days of this week, S. Rawson, a plucky young fellow, only 22 years of age, the son of an engineer in a considerable way of busii nese in Derby, has been riding against time in the endeavour to cover 600 miles in six consecutive days. Working well on Monday, he completel 113 miles in almost exactly twelve hours, including stoppagee for meals and rest. On Tuesday he accomplished 102 miles. On Wednesday he placed 110 miles to the credit aide of his account On Thursday morning it was clear that the enormous effort he had previously made in a temperature almost tropical had begun to tell upon him. Nevertheless be pushed ahead throughout the whole of the day, and ran 100 miles, and to show what he was capable of he actually ran the last mil. in 3 minutes 4 seconds, which is only 4 seconds behind Keen's (the champion's) fastest mile. Whether he wag wise In making this extra effort in a state of comparative exhaustion is questionable. Certainly the poor fellow got but little rest that night. On Friday it was painful for him to mount; he had been galled by the saddle, and his thighs and calves were blistered and wheeled alike by the exertion and the scorching sun. He was in pain all the day, but when the time came to leave off at night he had got over 75 miles. The rates* which the last mile was done, as compared with that of the previous night, was a great contrast. The numerous spectators who had daily watched and cheered the courageous youth were now forced almost to abandon silty expectation that he would accomplish his task. Rawmon, however, secured • little more sleep than on the previous night, and seemed in less pain when he began his work on Saturday. He went on and got through 50 miles up to early in the afternoon, never having ridden at • less rate during the day than ten miles an hour. By 5.30 be had scored 70 mile., leaving him with only 30 to do to cocoa off victor. Ccusider,ble excitement tow began to appear among the muititude, and much hopeful expectation. The assemtly rapidly increased, and under the inspiration of their sympathetic applause Rawson, after taking a brief rest, began again to capital style. By this times couple of thunder storms had gone over, and the atmosphere was less aul try, but the ground was heavier for the rider. Nobly however, he pelted on, amidst the hearty cheers of the aasembled thousands, which went up as from time to time the umplie told out the distance accomplished. fly half-past seven he had done 583 miles. He now took • brief rest, and began again in splendid style, the ape:gators oould not restrain their enthusiasm. The tine young fellow aped on at expel, speed, aud finished the 600th mile at 18 minutes to nine, having completed the last 15 miles in one hour one minute. Immediately he dismounted the enthusiastic 1 throng raised him upon their shoulders and carriel him 1 In triumph the whole circle of the grounds amidst ; deafening cheers.  At some penny readings a Cockney was attempting and profitable facilities to the public the committee to recite a part. of Baillie Nicol Jarvie, but with in- !felt themselves obliged to reject the proposal of a sixdifferent success. A Scot in the audience, indignant . penny rate for local telegrams, on the ground that at at the ruthless murder of his native tongue, bawled , present the work is almost too much for the means of out, " Whaur yer awksent, moo?" "Why, you've got ' transmission. it," answered the Cockney, to the intense delight of the audience. I The funeral of the late Marquis Conyngham took Dining lately at an English restaurant in Piccadilly, place on Saturday. The remains were conveyed from an American cousin had the misfortune to be Ferved London, and interred in the family vault in Patrix with ebicken.broth of the most watery description bourne Church, near his seat at Barons, three miles Calling the waiter, he thus addressed him in the nasal from Canterbury. twang of his mother-country, "I guess, waiter, if you'd Last week, at the Worship street Police-court, just tale tlrst broth down and get that chicken to wade London, Henry Francis May lan, a clerk in the emthrough it once more, it might improve it." ployrnent of M r.Harry Fisher, a shipper, was charged Swrmanco Comerrinow AT