the Leicester and Derby Fly

Last week as a labouring man and his son, a youth about 12 years of age, were at work near Ashwell in the county of Rutland, grubbing up tree roots in a dyke bottom, while the boy was scooping down to gather the roots, the father’s foot slipped at the instant he had raised his pickaxe to strike, and most unhappily discharged the whole force of the blow on the back part of the boy’s head, which fractured his scull in a terrible manner; fortunately at the very instant of time that the accident happened, Mr. Bullivant, a surgeon, of Oakham, was riding by, who immediately dressed the wound in the best manner he was able to at the time, and in the evening was under the necessity of trepanning him in three places; very happily no very bad symptoms followed, and the boy at present is in a fair way of recovery.
++Yesterday died of the small-pox, at his house in this Town, Mr. Owen Manning, a young Gentleman about 21 years of age, lately out of his Apprenticeship, and commenced Partner with Mr. Gossip, Hosier.—For his genteel deportment and very amiable disposition, he had gained a universal esteem, and may be truly said to have died generally lamented.
++On Tuesday morning the Leeds-Coach was stopped and robbed near the 18 mile stone at Colney; and soon after the same man came up to the Leicester and Derby Fly, swearing he would blow the Coachman’s brains out if he did not stop; this done he ordered the men at the top to be very quiet or he would blow them off the coach, to which one of them, an arch fellow, imitating the Irish brogue, replied, “Yes my dear shoul, that we will, we are quiet like little Lambs, and shall do nothing at all at all.” He then came round to the coach door, which he had no sooner effected, than he who had assumed the Irish character discharged at him a brace of balls, which he received so efficaciously as scarcely to be able to keep his seat, and the horse run back with him into the hedge, which being a rather disagreeable situation to the animal, he sprung forwards towards the coach, and by so doing, introduced his rider into a second salute from the other, who fired another brace of balls at him, this so effectually turned the argument, that the horse set off with his master the best speed he could, and the men immediately got down from the coach and pursued him, but in vain—In the morning he was found near the place much wounded, by the two men who shot him (and who were hired by Mr. Hanforth of the Swan-with-two-Necks, Lad-lane, for that purpose) who secured and carried him before Mr. Henry Fielding.—He proves, on examination, to be one Richard Sage, otherwise Savage; lived lately at Ipswich, as a Journeyman Apothecary, was mounted on a black mare, with a bald face, and a swish tail. There were found upon him a metal watch in a green shagreen case, Tompion, London, 1035; a single cased metal watch, makers name Benj. Wood, London, No. 18773, with a steel chain and red cornelian seal set in gold, impression P.L. in a cypher; and a red book in the form of a Heart. The owners of which watches are desired to enquire immediately at Sir John Fieldings.