Who have every thing now, as Bill Gibbons would say, «Like the bull in the china-shop, all your own way»Whatsoever employs your magnificent nobs,' And lobsters will lie such a drug upon hand, That our do-nothing Captains must all get japann'd!1 Whether diddling your subjects, and gutting their The Swells in high feather, and old Boney lagg'd!3 fobs 2 (While you hum the poor spoonies 3 with speeches, so 'Bout Freedom, and Order, and-all my eye, Betty) To attend for a moment,-and if the Fine Arts Hle hereby submits to your Royal rumgumption." It being now settled that emperors and kings, But, though we must hope for such good times as these, science, I'll answer to train the whole HoLY ALLIANCE! ACCOUNT OF THE GRAND SET-TO BETWEEN 1 Soldiers, from the colour of their clothes. To boil one's lobster | means for a churchman to turn soldier; lobsters, which are of a bluish black, being made red by boiling.-Grose. Butler's ingenious simile will occur to the reader 1 When, like a lobster boil'd, the Morn 2 Ordained--i. e. become clergymen. 4 Child-Hence our useful word, kidnapper-to nab a kid being This being the first true Legitimate Match Since Tom took to training these Swells for the scratch, Get grubs at cheap rate, though it fleeces all others; At length the two Swells having enter'd the Ring, Each threw up his castor1 'mid general huzzas | And, if dressing would do, never yet, since the days As The Crown's always sure of its license from them. To train down the crummy,7 't was monstrous as ever! T was diverting to see, as one ogled around, How Corinthians and Commoners mixed on the Here M-NTR-SE and an Israelite met face to face, While poor Bogy B-CE-GH-M well might look pale, 'Mongst the vehicles, too, which were many and varicus, Fight, Ring, ring,» « Whip the Gemmen,» were heard left But the kids, though impatient, were doom'd to delay, up in price And BoB W-LS-N from Southwark, the gamest chap there, Was now heard to sing out, « Ten to one on the Bear!»> FIRST ROUND. Very cautious—the Kiddies both sparr'd out As it was, Master GEORGY came souse with the whack, And there sprawl'd, like a turtle turn'd queer on its back. SECOND ROUND. Rather sprightly—the Bear, in high gig, So he tipp'd him a settler they call « a Spoil-Dandy» THIRD ROUND. Somewhat slack-GEORGY tried to make play, But his own victualling office11 stood much in the way; . Hat. 1. The fine manly form of Humphries was seen to great advantage; be bad on a pair of fine flannel drawers, white silk stockings, the clocks of which were spangled with gold, and pumps tied with ribbon.. -(Account of the First Battle between Humphries and Mendoza.)The epistle which Humphries wrote to a friend, communicating the result of this fight, is worthy of a Lacedæmonian. Sir, I have done the Jew, and am in good health. Rich. Humphries.. 3. Tog and kicks, coat and breeches.—Tog is one of the cant words which Dekker cites, as retaining a certain salt and tasting of some Since the Bank took to hanging, the lads had to splice. wit and learning, being derived from the Latin toga. 4 Hands. While SANDY's long arms-long enough for a douse Kept paddling about the poor Porpus's muns,' Till they made him as hot and as cross as Lent buns!* To office, with all due dispatch, through the air, FOURTH ROUND. GEORGY'S backers look'd blank at the Had been down on the Bear, rose at once-up to snuff!1 lad, When they saw what a rum knack of shifting3 he hadAn old trick of his youth-but the Bear, up to slum, Follow'd close on my gentleman, kneading his crum As expertly as any Dead Mans about town, All the way to the ropes-where, as GEORGY went down, SANDY tipp'd him a dose of that kind, that, when taken, It is n't the stuff, but the patient that's shaken. JACK ELD-N, with others, came close to the ropesAnd when GEORGY, one time, got the head of the Bear Into Chancery" ELD-N sung out KEEP him there;" But the cull broke away, as he would from Lob's pound,12 And, after a rum sort of ruffianing Round, My eyes!" and " my wig!" spoke the general sen sations 3. Some have censured shifting as an unmanly custom.-Boxiana. 4 Humbug or gammon. 10 5 Dead Men are Bakers-so called from the loaves falsely charged their master's customers. The following is from an Acount of the Battle fought by Nosworthy, the Baker, with Martin, the Jew: First round. Nosworthy, on the alert, planted a tremendous hit on Martin's mouth, which not only drawed forth a profusion of claret. but he went down.-Loul shouting from the Dead Men! « Second Round. Nosworthy began to serve the Jew in style, and bis hits told most tremendously. Martin made a good round of it, but fell rather distressed. The Dead Men now opened their mouths wide, and loudly offered six to four on the Master of the Rolls! 7 The stomach. 6 The head. The mouth. 10 Novices. 9 The eyes. 11 Getting the head under the arm, for the purpose of fibbing. 12 A prison.-See Dr Grey's explanation of this phrase in his notes upon Hudibras. 13 The Germans sleep between two beds. and it is related that an Irish traveller, upon tnding a feather bed bus laid over him, took it into his head that the people slept in strata, one upon the other, and said to the attendant, will you be good enough to tell the gentleman or lady that is to he over me, to make baste, as I want to go asleep! SEVENTH ROUND. Though hot-press'd, and as flat as a crumpet, LONG SANDY Show'd game again, scorning to rump it ; life. ་ Up he rose in a funk,7 lapp'd a toothful of brandy, And to it again.-Any odds upon SANDY. EIGHTH ROUND. SANDY work'd like a first-rate demolisher: Bear as he is, yet his lick is no polisher; And, take him at ruffianing work (though in commoa, he Hums about Peace and all that, like a Domine)8 That will play up old gooseberry soon with them all. smile So completely, that bets ran a hundred to ten NINTH ROUND. One of GEORGY's bright ogles" was put That they call B-R-G's stock-dove) with word « to sell With grinders dislodg'd and with peepers both As for backers, you 've lots of Big-wigs about Court, good, Like his old M--a's purse, 't was cursed hard to get at. There's B-R-NG, the Prince of Rag Rhino, who stood But a pelt in the smellers3 (too pretty to shun, If the lad even could) set it going like fun; In short, not to dwell on each facer and fall, Poor GEORGY was done up in no time at all, And his spunkiest backers were forced to sing small.5 In vain did they try to fig up the old lad, T was like using persuaders upon a dead prad;7 In vain Bogy B-CK-GH-M foudly besought him, To show like himself, if not game, at least bottom; While M—AL—Y, that very great Count, stood deploring He had n't taught GEORGY his new modes of boring: 9 All useless-no art can transmogrify truth It was plain the conceit was mill'd out of the youth. In the Twelfth and Last Round SANDY fetch'd him a downer, That left him all's one as cold meat for the Crowner;10 On which the whole populace flash'd the white grin Like a basket of chips, and poor GEORGY gave in:** While the fiddlers (old Porrs having tipp'd them a bandy) 13 Play'd « <«<Green grow the rushes,»13 in honour of SANDY! Now, what say your Majesties?—is n't this prime? ↑ French cant; Les yeux poches au beurre noir.-See the Dictionnaire Comique. 14 See Appendix, No 5. 15 A trifling instance of which is recorded in Boxiana: A fracas occurred between Caleb Baldwin and the keepers of the gate. The latter not immediately recognizing the veteran of the ring, refused his vehicle admittance without the usual tip; but Caleb, finding argufy. ang the topic would not do, instead of paying them in the new coinage, dealt out another sort of currency, and, although destitute of the W. W. P. it had such an instantaneous effect upon the Johnny Kaws, that the gate flew open, and Caleb rode through in triumph, But, barring these nat'ral defects (which, I feel, My remarking on thus may be thought ungenteel), And allowing for delicate fams,7 which have merely Been handling the sceptre, and that, too, but queerly, I'm not without hopes, and would stand a tight bet, That I'll make something game of your Majesties yet. So, say but the word-if you 're up to the freak, Let us have a prime match of it, Greek against Greek, And I'll put you on beef-steaks and sweating next week While, for teaching you every perfection, that throws a Renown upon milling-the tact of MENDOZA The charm, by which HUMPHRIES8 contrived to infuse The three Graces themselves into all his One-TwosThe nobbers of JOHNSON 9-BIG BEN'S 10 banging brain blows The weaving of SAM,11 that turn'd faces to rainbows- The extreme rigour, in these respects, of the ancient system of training, may be inferred from the instances mentioned by Alian. Not only pugilists, bat even players on the harp, were, during the time of their probation, συνουσίας αμαθείς και απείρου. De Animal lib. 6. cap. 1. 4 A Jew, so nick-named-one of the Big ones. Crib, on Blackheath, in the year 1805. $ Sleeping. Fams or fambles, bands. Feeding. He was beaten by Humphries was called The Gentleman Boxer.. He was (says the author of Boxiana) remarkably graceful, and his attitudes were of the most elegant and impressive nature. Tom Johnson, who, till his fight with Big Ben, was hailed as the Champion of England, 19 Ben Brain, alias Big Ben, wore the honours of the Championship till his death. 11 Dutch Sam, a hero, of whom all the lovers of the Fancy speak, as the Swedes do of Charles the Twelfth, with tears in their eyes. 13 Celebrated Irish pugilists. « Gemmen,» SIys he-Tom's words, you know, 1 So called in his double capacity of Boxer and Coppersmith. The passage in Pindar, from which the following lines of Hark, the merry Christ Church Bells, are evidently borrowed; The devil a man Will leave his can, Till he hears the Mighty Tom. That have been up and out all night, Running their rigs among the rattlers,1 At morning meet, and-honour brightAgree to share the blunt and tattlers! 2)Seeing as how, I say, these Swells Are soon to meet, by special summons, And laugh at all mankind as rum ones- And loud and long we cheer'd his prattle With shouts, that thunder'd through the ken,6 And made Tom's Sunday tea-things rattle! A pause ensued-'till cries of « Gregson » Brought Bon, the Poet, on his legs soon(My eyes, how prettily Bob writes! Talk of your Camels, Hogs, and Crabs,7 A round of odes, or Pastoral bout, « Gemmen, before I touch the matter, For that, my friends, all England 's loud with several of these fanciful forms of betting sentry-box, Pompey's Pillar to a stick of sealing-wax, eir, |