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beyond this he was quite chap-fallen,” ing up, with streamers flying and mu had not a word to throw at a dog, or sic playing, and the couutry-people indeed very wisely fell asleep, when were pouring in over hedge and ditch any other game was started. The in all directions, to see their hero beat whole art of training (I, however, learnt or be beaten. The odds were still on from him,) consists in two things, ex- Gas, but only about five to four. Gully ercise and abstinence, abstinence and had been down to try Neate, and had exercise, repeated alternately and with backed him considerably, which was a out end. A yolk of an egg with a damper to the sanguine confidence of spoonful of rum in it is the first thing in the adverse party. About two huna morning, and then a walk of six miles dred thousand pounds were pending. till breakfast

. This meal consists of a The Gas says, he has lost 3,0001. which plentiful supply of tea and toast and were promised him by different gentlebeef-steaks. Then anothor six or seven men if he had won. He had presumed miles till dinner-time, and another sup- too much on bimself, which made othply of solid beef or mutton with a pinters presume on him. This spirited of porter, and perhaps, at the utmost, a and formidable young fellow seems to couple of glasses of sherry. Then fol- have taken for his motto the old maxlows an hour of social chat and native im, that “ there are three things necesglee; and afterwarıls, to another breath- sary to success in life-Impudence ! ing over heathy hill or dale. Back to Impudence ! Impudence !" It is so in supper, and then to bed, and up by six matters of opinion, but not in the Fanagain-Our hero

cy, which is the most practical of all “ Follows to the ever-running sun,

things, though even here confidence is With profitable ardour-"

half the battle, but only half. Our to the day that brings bim victory or friend had vapoured and swaggered too defeat in the green fairy circle. Is not much, as if he wanted to grin and bully this life more sweet than mine? I was his adversary out of the fight. “Alas! going to say; but I will not libel any the Bristol man was not so tamed !"life by comparing it to mine, which is (at “ This is the grave-digger(would the date of these presents) bitteras colo- Tom Hickman exclaim in the moments quintida and the dregs of aconitum ! of intoxication from gin and success,

The morning dawns ; that dim but shewing his tremendous right hand), yet clear light appears, which weighs this will send many of them to their like solid bars of metal on the sleepless long homes ; I haven't done with them eyelids. The day was fine, the sky yet !". Why should he-though he was blue, the mists were retiring from had licked four of the best men within the marshy ground, the path was toler- the hour, yet why should he threaten ably dry, the sitting-up all night had to inflict dishonourable chastisement on not done us much harm--at least the my old master Richmond, a veteran cause vas good ; we talked of this and going off the stage, and who has borne that with amicable difference, roving his sable honours meekly? Magnaand sipping of many subjects, but still nimity, my dear Tom, and bravery, invariably we returned to the fight. At should be inseparable. Or why should length, a mile to the left of Hunger- he go to his antagonist, the first time ford, on a gentle eminence, we saw the he ever saw him at the Fives Court, ring surrounded by covered carts, gigs, and measuring him from head to foot and carriages, of which hundreds had with a glance of contempt, as Achilles passed us on the road; Toms gave a surveyed Hector, say to him—“What, youthful shout, and we hastened down are you Bill Neate? I'll knock more a narrow lane to the scene of action. blood out of that great carcase of thine,

Reader ! have you ever seen a fight? this day fortnight, than you ever knock’d If not, you have a pleasure to come, at out of a bullock's !" It was not manly, least if it is a fight like that between it was not fighter-like. If he was sure the Gas man and Bill Neate. The of the victory (as he was not), the less crowd was very great when we arrived said about it the better. "Modesty on the spot; open carriages were com- should accompanythe Fancy as its

shadow. The best men were always prehensions; you are swallowed up in the best behaved. Jem Belcher, the the immediate interest of the scene Game Chicken (before whom the Gas- but man could not have lived) were civil,

" Between the acting of a dreadful thing silent men. So is Cribb, so is Tom And the first motion, all the interim is Belcher, the most elegant of sparrers, Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream." and not a man for every one to take by The swells were parading in their white the nose. I enlarged on this topic in box-coats, the outer ring was cleared the mail (while Turtle was asleep), and with some bruises on the heads and said very wisely (as I thought) that im- shins of the rustic assembly; the time pertinence was a part of no profession. drew near, I had got a good stand ; a A boxer was bound to beat his man, bustle, a buzz, ran through the crowd, but not to thrust his fist, either actually and, from the opposite side entered or by implication, in every one's face. Neate, between his second and bottleEven a highwayman, in the way of holder. He rolled along, swathed in his trade, may blow out your brains, but loose great coat, his knock-knees bendif he uses foul language at the same ing under his huge bulk; and, with a time, I should say he was no gentle- modest cheerful air, threw his hat into

With my own prepossessions the ring. He then just looked round, on the subject, the result of the 11th of and began quietly to undress; when December appeared to me as fine a from the other side there was a similar piece of poetical justice as I had ever rush and an opening made, and the witnessed. The difference of weight Gas-man came forward with a conbetween the two combatants (14 stone scious air of anticipated triumph, too to 12) was nothing to the sporting men. much like the cock-of-the-walk. He Great, heavy, clumsy, long-armed Bill strutted about more than became a heNeate kicked the beam in the scale of

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, and threw away the skin with a toss were frightened at his big words, and of his head, and went up and looked at thought they would make up for the Neate, which was an act of supererodifference of six feet and five feet nine. gation. The only sensible thing he Truly, the Fancy are not men of im- did was, as he strode away from the agination. They judge of what has modern Ajax, to fling out his arms, as been, and cannot conceive of any thing if he wanted to try whether they would that is to be. The Gas-man had won 'do their work that day. By this time hitherto; therefore he must beat a man they had stripped, and presented a half as big again as himself—and that strong contrast in appearance. If Neate to a certainty. Besides, there are as

was like Ajax, “ with Atlantean shoulmany feuds, factions, prejudices, pe- ders, fit to bear” the pugilistic reputadantic notions in the Fancy as in the tion of all Bristol, Hickman might be state or in the schools. But enough compared to Diomed, light, vigorous, of reflections, and to our tale. The elastic, and his back glistened in the day, as I have said, was fine for a De- sun as he moved about, like a panther's cember morning. The grass was wet hide. There was now a dead pauseand the ground miry, and ploughed up attention was awe-struck. Who at with multitudinous feet, except that that moment, big with a great event, within the ring itself, there was a spot did not draw his breath short_did not of virgin-green closed in and unprofan- feel his heart throb ? All was ready. ed by vulgar tread, that shone with daz- They tossed up for the sun, and the zling brightness in the mid-day sun. For Gas-man won. They were led up to it was now noon, and we had an hour the scratch-shook hands, and went to wait. This is the trying time. It is at it. then the heart sickens, as you think In the first round every one thought what the two champions are about, and it was all over. After making play a how short a time will determine their short time, the Gas-man flew at his adfate. After the first blow is struck, versary like a tiger, struck five blows here is no opportunity for nervous ap- in as many seconds, three first, and

following him as he staggered back, two could not strike from his feet; and almore, right and left, and down he fell, most as regularly as he flew at him with a mighty ruin. There was a shout, his right-hand, Neate warded the blow, and I said, “ There is no standing this.” or drew back out of its reach, and felled Neate seemed like a lifeless lump of him with the return of his left. There flesh and bone, round which the Gas- was little cautious sparring-no halfman's blows played with the rapidity of hits—no tapping and trifling, none of electricity or lightning, and you imagin- the petit-maitreship of the art-they ed he would only be lifted up to be were almost all knock-down blows : knocked down again. It was as if the fight was a good stand-up fight. Hickman held a sword or a fire in that The wonder was the half-minute-time. right hand of bis, and directed it against If there had been a minute or more alan unarmed body. They met again, lowed between each round, it would Neate seemed, not cowed, but particu- have been intelligible how they should larly cautious. I saw his teeth clench- by degrees recover strength and resolued together and his brows knit close tion; but to see two men smashed to against the sun. He held out both his the ground, smeared with gore, stunned, arms at full length straight before him, senseless, the breath beaten out of their like two sledge-hammers, and raised bodies ; and then, before you recover his left an inch or two higher. The from the shock, to see them rise up Gas-man could not get over this guard with new strength and courage, stand

- they struck mutually and fell, but ready to inflict or receive mortal ofwithout advantage on either side. It fence, and rush upon each other “ like was the same in the next round; but two clouds over the Caspian”—this is the balance of power was thus restored the most astonishing thing of all :-the fate of the battle was thus sus- this is the high and heroic state of map! pended. No one could tell how it From this time forward the event bewould end. This was the only moment came more certain every round; and in which opinion was divided; for, in about the twelfth it seemed as if it must the next, the Gas-man aiming a mortal have been over. Hickman generally blow at his adversary's neck, with his stood with his back to me; but in the right hand, and failing from the length scuffle, he had changed positions, and he had to reach, the other returned it Neate just then made a tremendous with his left at full swing, planted a lunge at him, and hit him full in the tremendous blow on his cheek-bone and face. It was doubtful whether, he eye-brow, and made a ruin of that side would fall backs.ards or forwards; he of his face. The Gas-man went down, hung suspended for a second or two, and there was another shout—a roar of and then fell back, throwing bis hands triumph as the waves of fortune rolled in the air, and with his face lifted up to tumultuously from side to side. This the sky. I never saw any thing more was a settler. Hickman got up, and terrific than his aspect just before he " grined horrible a ghastly smile,” fell. All traces of life, of natural expres. yet he was evidently dashed in his opi- sion, were gone from him. His face nion of himself; it was the first time he was like a human skull, a death's head, hadever been so punished; all one side of spouting blood. The eyes were filled his face was perfect scarlet, and his with blood, the nose streamed with right eye was closed in dingy black- blood, the mouth gaped blood. He ness, as he advanced to the fight, less was not like an actual man, but like a confident, but still determined. Af- preternatural, spectral appearance, or ter one or two rounds, not receiving like one of the figures in Dante's Inferanother such remembrancer, he rallied no. Yet he fought on after this for and went at it with his former impetu- several rounds, still striking the first osity. But in vain. His strength had desperate blow, and Neate standing on been weakened,-his blows could not the defensive, and using the same cautell at such a distance,-he was obliged tious guard to the last, as if he had still to fling himself at his adversary, and all his work to do; and it was not til

noon.

the Gas-man was so stunned in the sev. ter several hints dropped, and questions enteenth or eighteenth round, that his put, that it turned out that they had senses forsook him, and he could not missed it. One of the friends had uncome to time, that the battle was de- dertaken to drive the other there in his clared over.* Ye who despise the gig : they had set out to make sure Fancy, do something to shew as much work the day before at 3 in the afterpluck, or as much self-possession as The owner of the one-horsed this, before you assume a superiority vehicle scorned to ask his way, and which you have never given a single drove on to Bagshot, instead of turning proofosby any action in the whole course off at Hounslow : set off the next day of your lives !—When the Gas-man across the country to Reading, from came to himself, the first words he ut- whence they took coach, and got down tered were, “Where am I? What within a mile or two of Hungerford just is the matter p” “ Nothing is the mat- half an hour after the fight was over. ter, Tom,--you have lost the battle, This might safely be set down as one of but you are the bravest man alive.” the miseries of human life. We partAnd Jackson whispered to him, “ I am ed with these two gentlemen at Wolcollecting a purse for you, Tom.”_ hampton, and turned into an old Vain sounds, and unheard at that mo- bow-windowed parlour with a carpet ment ! Neate instantly went up and and a snug fire; and after devouring a shook him cordially by the hand, and a quantity of tea, toast, and eggs, sat seeing some old acquaintance, began to down to consider, during an hour of flourish with his fists, calling out, “ Ah! philosophic leisure, what we should you always said I couldn't fight-What have for supper. In the midst of an do you think now ?” But all in good Epicurean deliberation between a humour, and without any appearance roasted fowl and mutton-chops with of arrogance; only it was evident Bill mashed potatoes, we were interrupted Neate was pleased that he had won the by an inroad of Goths and Vandals-0 fight. When it was over, I asked procul este profani—not real flashCribb if he did not think it was a good men, but interlopers, noisy pretenders, one? He said “ Pretty well !The butchers from Tothill-fields, brokers carrier-pigeons now mounted into the from Whitechapel, who called immeair, and one of them flew with the news diately for pipes and tobacco, hoping it of her husband's victory to the bosom would not be disagreeable to the gen. of Mrs. Neate. Alas, for Mrs. Hick- tlemen, and began to insist that it was man !

Pigott withdrew from the Mais ou revoir, as Sir Fopling smoke and noise into another room, and Flutter says. I went down with Toms; left me to dispute the point with them I returned with Jack Pigott, whom í for a couple of hours sans intermission met on the ground. Toms is a rattle- by the dial. The next morning we brain ; Pigott is a sentimentalist Now, rose refreshed: and on observing that under favour, I am a sentimentalist too Jack had a pocket volume in his hand, -therefore I say nothing, but that the in which he read in the intervals of our interest of the excursion did not flag as discourse, I inquired what it was, and I came back. There were two stran- learned to my particular satisfaction gers already in the post-chaise, and on thai it was a volume of the New Eloise. their observing they supposed I had Ladies, after this will you contend that a been to the fight, I said I had, and con- love for the Fancy is in compatible with eluded they had done the same. They the cultivation of sentiment ?-We jogappeared however, a little shy and sore ged on as before, my friend setting me on the subject ; and it was not till af- up in a genteel drab great coat and

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Scroggins said of the Gas-man, that he thought he was a man of that courage, that if his hands were cut off, he would still fight on with the stumps-like that of Widrington,

“ In doleful dumps, Who, when his legs were smitten off, Still fought upon his stumps."

green silk handkerchief (which I mustScroggins, pass on the top of one of the say became me exceedingly), and after Bath coaches, we engaged with the stretching our legs for a few miles, and driver of the second to take us to Lonseeing Jack Randall, Ned Turner, and don for the usual fee.

(Monthly Magazine, Feb.)

LETTER FROM MADRID.

The following letter has been addressed to the Editor by an English gentleman al Madrid,

to whom he transmitted some inquiries relative to the Spanish Patriots.

Madrid, January 6, 1822. A sergeant and a man from the ranks YOU ask me for some account of are always with him. He was made

the heroes of the Spanish Revo- a prisoner in the war of independence, lution. I have been just talking over and remained two years in France, its perils with some of the principal where he cultivated his mind with conactors in its glories. I am now smok- tinual study. He speaks French, and ing a segar, given me by the warm- Italian admirably. "Towards me she hearted QUIROGA, and, under its in- continued) his conduct has been a mospiration, will try to satisfy your de- del of grace and politeness. When he sires.

arrived here, I could not separate myHow shall I begin? Shall I send self from him. He knew that I loved you a portrait of each of these illus- one of the companions of his perils and trious patriots ? That I cannot do; but his glories ; and they say he is a lover. I will tell you what a beautiful Spanish This annoys me.

He will then devote lady said to a friend of mine, who ask- himself to something besides his country: ed for a description of Riego. “ His he may then love something besides image is so deeply engraved here (pres. liberty ! He should never marry; it sing her forehead with her hand,) that would be infidelity to the nation. Is were I a painter, you should have his he not pledged to her ? And thenvery counterpart. But it is not enough could other women love him ;” to be a painter : one must burn with The part which Riego took in the the same sacred fire that is kindled in movements of the Isla de Leon—the him. That fire is in my bosom. He series of melancholy events which disis not fair—no! but what does that persed his little band, and left him to matter? If he has not the beauty of wander in solitude and despair—are form, he has all the beauty of generous such as even now, when the dangers passion, and that is better. His black are passed and the victory is achieved, eyes are always sparkling before me; I can hardly think of without trembbusy, penetrating, enquiring ;-his lips ling. After several vain attempts to express the delicacy of his sentiments; enter Cadiz, he left Quiroga in San his hair is nearly black, but mixed with Fernando, for the purpose of exciting grey, though he has only seen thirty the public feeling in different parts of years to whiten it. His figure is of the Andalusia. His division consisted of middle size, but strikingly martial. 1500 men, with whom he marched upYou would fix on him for a hero. The on Chiclana, whose authorities fled on love of liberty is in him ever obvious his arrival. From thence he proceeds and ever active ; he is alive to all its to Algesiras, in the hope that the friends vibrations. You may read his thoughts of freedom in Gibraltar would facilitate and his affections. That gloom which his objects and provide for his wants. hung upon the brow of Napolean, and In some of the villages he was receivwhich served to cover the deep purpo- ed with ecstasy, in others with alarm. ses of personal ambition, never clouds At Algesiras the people crowded to his countenance. He is too ardent to welcome him, but refused to join his bury himself in long concentrated banners. The coldness of the Gover thoughts. He is the soldier's brother. nor of Gibraltar, and the interruption

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