Yesterday evening I witnessed one of the most sanguinary battles ever read of. It was between a youth of some thirteen summers andaSpanmn hen. The young hero was occasionally boasting of hia prowess, etc., but on this occasion it was put to the test. A certain neighbour keeps a, number cf hens, and, in particular, a Spanish one, which is the mother of seven little chicks. She was quietly procuring food for them, when our noble hero put in an appearance. No sooner did she perceive him than she made tracks towards him, seemingly bent on mischief. The lad at once placed himself in self defence. This seemed to irritate the gallina more and more, for she flew straight at his face, and caused the bully to turn his back and run. In so doing he fell, and the pjacky hen mounted hiß back, and pecked him severely on the ears and neck. His roars were so loud, that they drew the neighbours to his assistance, and were it not for- them he would have fainted, for he was as pale as a sheet when rescued, and totally uwablo

to utter a word. As soon as the young Hercules came round, h« awned himself with a hatchet, and with the Resistance of his dog, went in pursuit of his foe; when ho came upon her she dashed madly at him again, and caused him to make another bolt,. He, however, did not fall this time, buS, got safely indoors, and swore that he would brain her on some future oooasion. So ended one of the most laughable scenes I ever wit nessed.—Yours, &c, A Constant Readkk.
THEATRE ROYAL.
