The great Main of Cocks fought at the Saracen’s Head Inn on Tuesday and Wednesday last, between the Gentlemen of the County and the Gentlemen of the Town, was won by one battle only, by the County’s Gentlemen.
We hear from Nottingham that to the general surprise and alarm of that Town and neighbourhood, a rare Character, a Conjuror! has lately started up amongst them, so thorough paced in Necromancy, that ’tis said he can bring from the Regions of Death the Apparition of any Person required; his last Performance was at the Peacock Inn in that Town; he had the address to confirm his Character in the presence of at least 30 very reputable Inhabitants. This Artist appears nothing inferior to the Cock-lane Ghost; and may now convert his Frame-shop, into an Office of Insurance against Spectres with a Menace of quartering his Familiars where the Benefit of his protection is rejected.
* The Old Fashioned Farmer’s Letter came too late for this Week’s Paper but shall have a place in our next.