t the crack play was between James Lyne (of Wilts.) and Wm. Wall
(Somerset) and it afforded a high treat to the amateurs of the art. At
length Lyne won Wall's head, and the play concluded for the morning. In
the afternoon when the tyes were called on, the Wiltshire men had four
heads, and only one Somerset man (Bunn) had gained a head. The odds were
too great for Bunn to have any hope of success, he therefore gave in,
and the Wiltshire men divided the prize.

Two master gamesters, a Berkshire and a Hampshire man then entered the
ring on a particular challenge, and showed much skill, intrepidity and
good bottom. Berkshire triumphed. The sport lasted five hours. The bouts
played were one hundred and sixty-one. The heads broken seventeen.

* * * * *

ST. GILES'S PASTIME

A duel was fought in a field, near Chalkfarm, between two Hibernian
heroes, named FELIX O'FLANNAGAN and DENNIS O'SHAUGNESSY, in consequence
of a dispute which occurred the preceding evening, at a meeting of
_connoisseurs_, in Russel-square, to view the newly erected statue of
the late duke of Bedford; when Mr. O'Flannagan and Mr. O'Shaugnessy
differed in opinion, not only in respect to the materials of which the
statue was composed, but the identity of the person it was said to
represent.

Mr. O'Flannagan, who is a _composer of mortar_, insisted it was made of
_cast stone_, and represented the duke of Bedford; and Mr. O'Shaugnessy,
who is a _rough lapidary_, vulgarly called a _pavior_, contended it was
made of _cast iron_, and intended to "_raprisint Charley Whox_." The
dispute ran high, and, as it advanced, became mixed with party and
provincial feelings. Mr. O'Flannagan was a Connaught man, and a
_Cannavat_; Mr. O'Shaugnessy a Munster man, and a _Shannavat_.

With such provocations of mutual irritation, they quickly appealed to
the law of arms; and after putting the eyes of each other into _half
mourning_, they agreed to adjourn the battle till Sunday morning, and to
decide it like _jontlemen_--by the _cudgel_. The meeting took place
accordingly, and each was attended to the field by a numerous train of
partizans, male and female, from the warlike purlieus of Dyott-street
and Saffron-hill. They were armed with blackthorn cudgels of no ordinary
dimensions; and having _set to_, without ceremony or parade, each
belaboured his antagonist for above an hour, in a style that would have
struck terror into the stoutest of the