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Round 1.—The condition of Cy. was beautiful in
the extreme; he was a perfect picture of a man
in fine health. Turner, although not up to the
above mark, was, nevertheless, well patched
up as to the look of the thing. The skin of
Davis was transparent, ruddy, and healthful,
while Turner’s exhibited a yellowish hue. Both
extremely cautious; and the great difficulty
of getting at the Old One prevented Cy. from
making play. Turner, at length, let fly, and
put in a slight hit on the body with his left
hand. More dodging. Turner stopped the right of
his opponent well; both extremely active on
their legs. Turner put in another bodier; some
exchanges, but of no consequence. Cy. tried to
put in his favourite blow with his right hand,
but was again stopped. Cy., somewhat tired, put
down his hands for an instant, but Ned took no
notice of it. Exchange of blows at the ropes:
a struggle for the throw; both down, but Cy.
undermost. This round occupied six minutes; and
the friends of Turner shouted, and said, “it was
all right, the Old One behaves well.”

2.—Turner missed a well-meant left-handed blow
at the body. Neither of them eager to go to
work, both anticipating danger. The right hand
of Cy. told, after a few exchanges, and Turner
went down. (A shout for Davis from the
Bristolians.)

3.—Although in such fine condition, Davis was
piping a little, and Turner kept hitting at the
body. Some exchanges took place, but the blows
were light on both sides. Owing to the slippery
state of the ground, Turner went down from a
slight hit.

4.—It had been expected that three rounds would
not have passed over without some mischief,
nevertheless this was a good round. Cy. smiled
with confidence, and made himself up to do
severe execution with his right, but Turner,
with considerable skill, stopped him. Nothing
done yet, and in a struggle both went down.

5.—Whether it was from partiality to the Old One
or not, the friends of Turner urged he had none
the worst of it; in fact, no severity of
punishment had passed on either side. In
closing, Turner had the best of the fibbing, and
Cy. showed first blood. Davis got the throw
cleverly, and Turner was undermost.

6.—The left hand of Davis seemed of no use to
him, except, after the manner of the late
Gas-light-Man, to hold his opponent. Some good
fighting occurred in this round, and the finish
of it was to the advantage of Cy., who fell
heavily on Turner. (Seven to four.)

7.—Turner placed many of his blows well; but
the strength of his hitting, which on former
occasions appeared prominent, seemed to have
left him. The great _forte_ of Davis was to put
in his right hand; and had not Turner stopped it
often, the fight would soon have been at an end.
Turner again had the best of the fibbing, and
Cy. was undermost. (Several of the partizans of
Turner began now to flatter themselves that
victory was within his reach. Loud shouting,
“Turner for ever!”)

8.—If Davis had commenced play, and fought with
both hands, another tale must have been told.
However, in this round, some severe execution
was done. Turner’s left hand drew the claret
from Cy.’s nose and mouth, and he appeared for
the instant a little abroad; he also received a
heavy body blow, but recovered and sent down
Turner with a right-handed hit on the head.
(“It’s all over,” from the cutting tribe of
Newgate-market. “You have won it, Davis.” Two to
one.)

9.—The friends of Turner began to quake a
little, recollecting the almost finishing blow
Ned received in his last round. This hit took a
little of the fight out of Turner, and he came
up bleeding and weak to the scratch, but his
game did wonders for him. Davis now went to work
a little. Turner, game as a pebble, returned hit
for hit, till he fell exhausted. While on his
second’s knee, Randall, Holt, Curtis, &c., gave
the Old One advice gratis, how he should act, so
anxious did they feel for his success.

10.—Ned came to the scratch like a high-couraged
man, determined to strain every nerve for
victory, although the chance was against him.
He, however, had no idea of losing at this stage
of the battle. Yet the patch-work began to peep,
and the effects of premature age could not be
hid. Turner received a bodier that sent him
down. (The backers of Davis now booked it as
safe, and inspired their hero with shouts of
approbation.)

11.—Davis commenced fighting, and planted a
severe hit with his right hand on the body of
his opponent. Turner, however, stood up and
exchanged hit for hit, till a pause was
necessary on both sides. Cy. was weak in turn,
and kept sparring for wind, yet smiling at his
opponent. Turner’s left ear was bleeding from a
severe hit, and in following Cyrus he slipped,
or went down from a slight hit. The truth could
no longer be hid; Turner was going every round;
he fought like a man; but the stamina was
wanting.

12.—On the part of Turner this was an excellent
fighting round. In spite of his distress, his
stops were so excellent as to claim applause
from all parts of the ring. Cy. also exhibited
fine science. Hit for hit, but the hardest blows
were in favour of Davis, and Ned kept up the
game till he fell, overcome with fatigue.

13.—Turner was equal to his adversary in
milling; but there was no comparison between the
effect of their blows. They followed each other
over the ring, exchanging hits in the most manly
style, till an accession of wind was necessary
on both sides. At the ropes a struggle took
place, and in going down, Turner uppermost.
(“Well done both,” from all parties.)

14.—Cy. made a blow with his right hand at the
body, but it fell rather low. “Come,” says
Josh., “fight fair; recollect you are to hit
above the waistband.” A good round, but Turner
down exhausted. (Ten to two. Several of the
fighting men came to the ropes, and in their
anxiety for his winning, gave Ned hints what to
do.)

15.—Cy. had decidedly the best of the hitting
in this round; he also threw Turner and fell
on him heavily. This fall shook poor Ned, and
he was placed on the knee of his second with
difficulty. In fact, it won the battle. (Any
odds.)

16.—Tom Belcher observed to Davis—“Why not use
both of your hands?” Here Hudson said that
Belcher had no business to interfere, it was
unfair. “It was not my intention to have said a
single word,” replied Tom, “if I had not seen so
many fighting men breaking in the ring, and,
like Trueman’s cocks, all on one side. I have
not one farthing on the battle; all I want is
fair play.” Cy. took Belcher’s hint, but Turner
opposed him gamely till down.

17.—The Old One, good to the last, exchanged
blow for blow till he was hit down.

18.—On coming to the scratch, Cy. immediately
went to work with his right hand, met Turner in
the body, and sent him down in a twinkling. The
President of the Daffies (under whose direction
Turner was brought into the ring) humanely
stepped forward, and said, “he should not fight
any more.” He (the President) would not stand by
and see one of the bravest men of the ring
wantonly cut up, when he had no chance. It was
over in thirty-five minutes. Davis shook hands
with Turner, gave a jump, huzzaed for joy, and
left the ring.

REMARKS.—However ill-natured it may appear,
the truth is that Turner has no one to blame
but himself,—he was in no condition to fight.
A boxer, like a general, if he wishes to prove
successful, ought always to be prepared for
his enemy. Turner admits, with great candour,
that he could not have fought another round.
He was not defeated by the blows he received,
but he attributes his defeat to fatigue and
exhaustion, Nature having refused to second
his mind. It was but the shadow of that Ned
Turner who defeated the terror of the ring,
Scroggins, twice; who fought with Randall for
two hours and twenty-two minutes; and obtained
a victory over the Master of the Rolls. It
was, nevertheless, a brave, good fight on both
sides; and it is but doing common justice to
Davis, to state that his conduct was manly and
interesting to the spectator. Cy. also fought
under great disadvantage and pain. After the
seventh round, his right hand went, and was
much swelled. Davis possesses in his person
the finest requisites for a fighting man. Mr.
Jackson not being present, we are sorry to say
not a shilling was subscribed for Turner.
Davis was not hurt.

The above victory proved rather a dear triumph to Davis: he was disabled from appearing again in the prize ring. The fore-finger of his right hand met with so serious an injury, from the knuckle coming in contact with Turner’s teeth, that, after baffling the most skilful surgeons for a considerable time, Davis was ultimately compelled to submit to an operation which deprived him of his index finger. With this battle his fistic career closed. Not so his public life. Cy. was for many years a publican, but no more of a sinner than his neighbours. He died on the 8th of March, 1846, aged 51, at the house of his son, the White Bear, Kennington Common (now Kennington Park), of disease of the heart, and lies buried in the churchyard of St. Mark in that parish.

PEACE INGLIS, “THE PHENOMENON”—1822‒1824.

Peace Inglis, known among his companions as “the Mattress Maker,” was a smart young fellow of five feet eight inches, weighing ten stone four pounds. His first appearance in the ring was with Hamilton, the waterman, for 20 guineas, at Moulsey, on the 22nd of October, 1822. On this occasion, Josh. Hudson, who had taken Hamilton, a “below-bridge man,” under his wing, seconded his _protegé_, Paddington Jones looking after Inglis. It was a brave battle on both sides for forty-two minutes, when Inglis was hailed as conqueror.

The young aspirant’s first essay had so much surpassed the expectations of his backers that he was matched against Bill Davis (Deaf Davis), a well-known good man, and the battle came off at Harpenden Common, near St. Alban’s, February 18, 1823, in the same ring in which Cy. Davis (see _ante_) had defeated Ned Turner. On this occasion, Josh., dissatisfied with the defeat of Hamilton, seconded Davis, having with him Jack Scroggins and the east end division. Inglis was attended on by Jem Ward (then rising into fame, having beaten Ned Baldwin a fortnight previous) and a friend named Rogers. The watch was held by an amateur.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—The Deaf ’un had scarcely put himself
into attitude, when in he went like a hammer-man
at an anvil, gave his opponent a smash in the
middle of the head, and floored him like a shot.
(Six to four on Davis. “Where’s your clever
fighter?”)

2.—The “feather-bed” hero proved himself to have
no soft place about him. He stood up manfully,
but received three facers in succession, was
nobbed over the ring, and fell covered with
claret. (Two to one on Davis.)

3.—Inglis came gamely up, when Davis once more
punished him, and he turned his back on his
opponent, set off running, and was only stopped
by the ropes. Here Davis caught his adversary,
and once more levelled him. (A guinea to a
shilling was offered, but no takers; and “Take
him away,” from all parts of the ring; “he will
be killed.”)

4.—Contrary to all expectation, the feather-bed
maker was not so “soft” as he appeared to be; he
met Davis like a trump, hit out straight with
both hands, and, after a desperate rally, Davis
was hit down almost senseless.

5.—Inglis had now got the turn. He put a new
face on Davis, milled him from one side of the
ring to the other, and levelled the deaf one
with his native dust.

6.—Davis, relying on strength, was determined
not to be “told out.” He again took the lead,
and nobbed the feather-bed hero, when Inglis, by
a flush hit, sent him down. It was not quite a
finisher, but it found out the condition of
Davis. (Inglis was now the favourite.)

7.—This round was “portrait-painting” with a
vengeance. A rally took place, in which Davis
received a severe cut over the left eye, and
was floored again. (Any odds. “Feathers for a
trifle.”)

8 and last.—Such fighting as was seen in the
above seven rounds, and hitting in the right
places, must always produce short fights. Davis
exerted himself in returning hit for hit, till
another floorer put an end to the battle. On
time being called, Davis observed to his second,
“that he could not stand.” It was all over in
twelve minutes.

REMARKS.—Such a cutting-up had not been
witnessed for a long time. In the exultation of
the moment the friends of Inglis challenged Dick
Curtis. Inglis was about ten stone. Dick replied
he would not refuse the challenge. Davis was
carried out of the ring. He was too stale for a
young opponent.

Inglis, from his brave conduct in the fight with Davis, was next matched against George Curtis, the brother of the Pet, for £50 a-side.

Moulsey Hurst, on Tuesday, August 12, 1823, was again the scene of attraction. The umpires and referee were chosen, and, at one o’clock, George Curtis threw his hat into the ring, attended by Josh. Hudson and Harry Holt. Inglis, followed by Paddington Jones and Neale, also threw up his beaver. He was the favourite at five to four.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—Curtis exhibited much activity on his
pins, and, on peeling, displayed a more muscular
frame than had been anticipated. His face was
pale, his nob looked like a milling one, and
altogether had a great resemblance to that of
the Pet. Inglis was as well as he could be—a
wiry strong young man, the taller of the two,
and appeared to stand over his opponent. The
attitudes of the men on setting-to were
interesting. Inglis was in no hurry to proceed
to blows; and Curtis, as a novice, deliberated
before he went to work. George made an attempt
with his left hand, but it told slightly. This
movement led to an exchange of hits, yet nothing
was the matter. A long pause. Curtis retreated
from some heavy blows; Inglis, however, planted
a severe nobber. “I’ll bet £100 to a tizzy,”
said Paddington Jones, “it’s as right as the
day; we shall win the fight.” “Walker! hookey!”
replied Josh. The left hand of George told
smartly on Inglis’s body; and, after some
cut-and-come-again work at the ropes, in
struggling for the throw, both went down, Curtis
undermost. (Six and seven to four on Inglis.)

2.—The left eve of Curtis was winking. Inglis,
on the alert, planted a hit; an exchange of
blows. Curtis again felt for his adversary’s
body. Inglis missed a well-meant blow for his
opponent’s nob; he, however, tried it again, but
George stopped him with great skill. (“Bravo,
Georgy!” from his pals.) A pause. After some
little time, both combatants made themselves up
to do mischief, and, on getting within each
other’s reach, they let fly, which produced the
claret. (“First blood,” exclaimed Josh. and
Jones at the same instant. “Upon my honour, it
appeared first on your side,” said Josh., “and I
hope you will not dispute the honour of the
John Bull fighter, my Tommy!” It was rather a
doubtful point at the moment.) Curtis went down
weak.

3.—Inglis, to the astonishment of the
spectators, did not fight first, and a long
pause ensued. Curtis commenced milling on the
retreat, and the feather-bed hero napped three
nasty ones on his index. Another stand-still for
a minute, looking at each other. Inglis stopped
well, when the combatants got into a sharp rally
at the ropes. In struggling for the throw,
Inglis got his opponent upon the ropes; and, in
this situation, Curtis received pepper until he
went down exhausted. (“It’s all over. I’ll bet
ten to one that Curtis can’t fight two more
rounds,” was repeated by the betting men round
the ring.)

4.—The left eye of George was nearly closed;
but when time was called he showed himself at
the scratch. Although the advantage was now
decidedly in Inglis’s favour he did not commence
fighting; and Curtis, recovering his wind, made
play with his left hand, and had none the worst
of it. This was altogether a milling round.
Curtis threw his opponent. (Thunders of applause
from the Bermondsey boys.)

5.—It was no secret to the spectators that
Curtis at this period of the battle was the
weaker man; but his coolness was the admiration
of all present. Some good hitting and stopping
were displayed on both sides. Curtis planted a
rum one on the feather-bed’s throat that made
him gasp for breath. Inglis also received three
or four nobbers that stopped his exertions; but
at the ropes he had the best of it, and punished
Curtis down.

6.—This round was a fine display of manhood;
punishment on both sides all over the ring.
Inglis got Curtis on the ropes, and was pelting
him with divers blows in sundry places, when, by
an extraordinary effort, Curtis broke away,
put in a facer, and drove his opponent to the
opposite side of the ring, where he held Inglis
for a short time at the ropes, and then sent him
down. (The applause for Curtis was loud.)

7.—Short, but full of mischief. Curtis received
a heavy fall on his back, which shook him sadly
and added to his exhausted state.

8.—Another short round, but rather dangerous
to Inglis. In struggling for the throw, Curtis
went down. “Foul! foul!” The ring was broken:
it was asserted Inglis had caught hold of his
opponent’s thigh in a way not allowed by the
laws of boxing.

9.—The right hand of Curtis was open; he,
nevertheless, had decidedly the best of the
hitting in this round till Inglis bored him down
out of the ropes.

10.—The game which had been so conspicuously
displayed by George induced many of his backers
to stick to him. Inglis, with all his strength,
did not take the lead of Curtis as was expected.
In fact, George, in most instances, had the best
of the milling; but, in finishing the round,
Inglis generally had the advantage. (Two to
one.)

11.—This round was truly an out-and-out one on
both sides. Curtis vindicated the pedigree of
his race for “bottom, bone, blood.” It would
be detracting from Inglis to withhold from him
that he showed himself as high-couraged and
game as his brave adversary. It was hit for
hit all over the ring—backwards and forwards,
in and out of the corners, and round about,
till the combatants were at a stand-still. To
it again like true Britons, till nature could
no longer assist their minds. At the ropes
they were both so exhausted as to take hold of
each other and push each other down, Inglis
uppermost. (Applause. “Here’s a round for
you!” “Why, they are both East-nders,” said
Josh., “and that accounts for it. We can get
nothing among the coves of the West, so we are
obliged to fight amongst our own breed.”)

12.—Curtis threw his opponent.

13.—Inglis received several blows on his nob,
and at times was much distressed. If he had
not been a very game man he would have cut it.
Curtis endeavoured to keep the lead, and fought
till he fell exhausted. “Take him away, Josh.;
he can’t win it,” said a patron of the P. R.;
“it is a pity to witness so game a man cut to
pieces.” Curtis, while sitting on the knee of
his second, overheard the above remark, and he
answered, “I will not be taken away; I am sure I
shall not lose it; I _will_ not lose it.”

14.—Curtis was so determined that to say “No”
never entered his mind. After an exchange of
blows Curtis received a severe fall. “Take him
away,” from all parts of the ring. (Any odds
upon Inglis.) George said he would not give it
in.

15 and last.—Curtis planted a blow on his
opponent’s throat; but it was too feeble to do
much mischief. In a short rally Curtis was hit
down, when “the Pet”[170] threw up his hat, and
declared George should not fight any more. It
was over in fifty-five minutes. Inglis went up
to Curtis, and shook hands with him.

REMARKS.—If Curtis had been as fresh as his
opponent a different tale might have been told.
He fought like a brave man; and, although he
could not achieve victory, he obtained a high
character in the pugilistic circles. George
was overmatched; indeed, any boxer who wishes
to have a turn with Inglis, will find plenty
of work cut out for him before the battle is
at an end. Curtis was taken out of the ring
by his brother, and exhibited severe marks of
punishment. The nob of Inglis did not show much
beating; but he received many hard blows during
the fight. Four pounds were collected on the
ground for Curtis.

Peace Inglis now stood so high in the estimation of his friends, that he challenged Harry Holt for £100 a-side; but a match being made on the spur of the moment with the brave Ned Turner, for £100 a-side, the fight with Holt went off. After a considerable time allowed for the training of Turner, the above match was decided at Colnbrook, seventeen miles and a half from London, on Tuesday, April 26, 1824.

The road was lively, but not thronged with company as heretofore; in fact, it was more select than usual. When “Time” was called, Turner walked coolly into the ring, followed by Josh. Hudson and Paddington Jones. He was well received by the crowd, like an old performer returning to play a favourite part. Some little delay occurred, when the John Bull boxer roared out, “Come, you Inglis! Where are you? Don’t you like it? We are ready.” Inglis appeared immediately, waited upon by Maurice Delay and Dan M’Kenzie, and threw his hat into the ring. The colours, light blue for Inglis and dark blue for Turner, were tied to the stakes. Everything being adjusted according to custom, the men stood up for

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—Turner looked better than was expected;
his face was tanned with the sun, and his legs
appeared firm and round. His eye was bright,
his countenance serene and placid, and the
invigorating breezes of the Welsh mountains,
where he had been training, had imparted vigour
to his limbs. The heart, too, that just and
indispensable attribute of a boxer, was sound,
and Ned declared himself confident of victory.
His opponent must not be passed slightly over.
He is one of the bravest of the brave men
belonging to the prize ring. The contrast
between the combatants was striking. The
youthful Inglis was a model; fine as a star,
strong as a lion, game as a pebble, and
confident as a Randall. The odds were decidedly
in favour of Inglis, £20 to £30. Turner and
Inglis are in attitude, and on the look out
for the first blow. The superiority as to
knowledge of fighting was conspicuous on the
part of Ned, who let fly his left teazer, which
told heavily on Inglis’s bread-basket. One or
two stops occurred, when the left hand of Ned
operated so sharply on the throat of the young
one that he went down like a shot. (An artillery
report of applause for Turner.)

2.—The mark of Turner’s fist on the throat of
his opponent was visible to every spectator.
Inglis tried to do something, but the Old One
was too clever to be caught napping. Turner
made both his right and left hand tell on
Inglis’s nob. An exchange of blows to the
advantage of Ned. The young one had two more
“nasty hits” on the mouth, as Josh. termed them,
at the same time exclaiming, “First blood! My
eye, what a hobble you have got into, my covey.”
Turner again planted two left-handed blows, and
immediately afterwards put in a severe one,
two. Inglis was now bleeding from his mouth.
Turner made another hit. “Talk of Old Ones,”
said Josh.; “is there anything like the good
Old Ones?” An exchange of blows, but Inglis
did no execution. The latter received another
terrible hit on his mouth. Inglis did not know
what to do with his adversary. A pause. “I’ll
bet fifty to twenty,” said Randall. Turner’s
left hand repeated the dose. In closing, Turner
had decidedly the best of it. Inglis’s face
bleeding in all parts of it. Both down, but the
Old One undermost.

3.—Short. Turner’s left hand told, but he
slipped down in endeavouring to make a hit.

4.—Inglis was piping a little, but not at all
dismayed. He was a complete receiver-general; he
would have returned many favours, but Turner did
not accept them. This was a good round, yet
Turner went down weak.

5 to 10.—The fighting was all on the side of
Turner; the taking on the part of Inglis. In all
these rounds the superiority of the Old One was
evident.

11.—“Come, Scroggins’s ruin,” said Josh., “we
are at home; we have won it.” Turner nobbed his
opponent with the utmost ease; in fact, he had
everything his own way again in this round, but
went down rather weak.

12.—Turner again made play right and left with
great success; he also stopped Inglis in the
most beautiful style of the art. The game of
Inglis was, however, so good that he presented
himself in the most resolute way, and in a sharp
exchange of blows Turner went down. Inglis was
nearly falling, but caught by his second.
(“Bravo! well done both sides!”)

13.—Turner did as he pleased in regard to
hitting; nevertheless, Inglis was not to be
got rid of; his youth and stamina were his
safeguards. Turner down. (The Bermondsey boys
did not know how to express their approbation
of Turner’s conduct in terms strong enough.)

14.—Inglis could not plant any effective
hits; if his blows could have reached their
destination, a change might have soon been
witnessed in the fight. Turner’s one, two,
was well directed, and he also put in a
heavy body blow. The Old One showed weakness
and went down.

15.—“If Ned does not tire,” said an old
ring-goer, “he must win the battle; but he has
too much work to perform.” Inglis could not keep
the Old One’s hands out of his face, and
appeared rather distressed. Turner down, getting
weak.

16.—The superior science displayed by Ned was
the admiration of all the spectators. It is true
Inglis now and then planted a blow, but it was
not of sufficient consequence to reduce the
activity of Turner. In closing, Turner got the
throw. (A great shout from the Bermondsey lads.)

17.—“A fine old cock this Ned is,” said Josh.;
“this is the weather for the old cocks to tip
it them.” Inglis was advised to bore in upon
Turner, as he was getting weak; but the young
one lost ground by this attempt. He was hit away
three successive times on the nob; in fact, he
stood still for an instant quite confused, but,
with game never excelled, he returned to fight
till Turner went down.

18.—Inglis rushed in, and bored Ned down.

19.—Inglis repeated this conduct, but Turner
stopped the feather-bed hero, by hitting up as
he was rushing in. Turner down.

20.—This was a sharp round, but highly important
to Turner. Inglis was floored by a tremendous
left handed hit on the side of his head. (It
is impossible to describe the applause which
followed.)

21.—Inglis came to the scratch piping. Turner
nobbed his opponent with success, but the
strength of the Old One was going. Turner down.

22.—Turner met Inglis in the middle of the head,
punished him in all directions, and had he not
missed a well-aimed blow, in all probability the
fight would have been at an end. Turner went
down from exertion.

23.—Nothing. A struggle, and both down without a
blow.

24.—Inglis was bleeding copiously; nevertheless,
he bored in and received several jobbers, till
both down.

25.—Turner planted four successive blows on
Inglis’s face; in fact, the Old One had too much
work to do. Turner down.

26.—This was a tremendous round on both sides.
Inglis, although hit to death nearly, would not
be shook off, but kept fighting like a hero till
he was thrown. (“What a round! Here’s a fight!
Why it is worth going to see, if it had been
five hundred miles from London!”)

27.—It appeared to the feather-bed hero that
he had no chance to win without boring his
opponent, and he rushed in till both went down,
Inglis undermost.

28.—This was a tremendous fighting round, and
Inglis was hit away three or four times from
his opponent. In going down, Inglis fell over
Turner.

29.—At the ropes Turner was as good as Inglis,
till both down.

30.—Inglis appeared extremely bad, and several
of the judges thought Turner must now win. The
feather-bed maker was jobbed about his already
damaged head, and he slipped down quite weak.

31.—Both down. In the act of giving, the blow
alighted on Inglis’s body after he was down.
“Foul! foul!” “Fair! fair!” It most certainly
was not an intentional foul hit on the part of
Turner, and the referee pronounced it so.

32.—The face of Turner appeared little, if any,
the worse for fighting. Inglis again napped it
as he was boring in to mill. Both down, Inglis
undermost.

33.—“The Elephant and Castle is yours,” said
Josh., “if you win, Ned.” Inglis was getting
a little better, and Turner received more
punishment in this round than in any of the
preceding ones. Both down.

34.—Nothing. A struggle, and both on the ground.

35 to 38.—In all these rounds the nobbing system
was pursued with the greatest success by Turner;
and had not Inglis been one of the gamest men
that ever pulled a shirt off, he must have been
licked long before this period of the battle.
But the feather-bed hero would not be denied;
and his courage, seconded by his fine stamina,
enabled him to continue the battle, under the
idea that the Old One could not last. Inglis
fell heavily in the ropes on Turner.

39.—It was the astonishment of every person
round the ropes to witness Turner take the lead
in the superior manner he did over a fine young
man, and a boxer who had had some experience in
the prize ring, having defeated Deaf Davis and
George Curtis. Turner, in order to spoil the
boring in of Inglis, hit up; and whenever the
Old One caught his nob the claret followed in
profusion. Turner went down owing to his great
exertions.

40.—This was a terrific round. Inglis would not
be denied, although frequently nobbed away.
Both down. (Randall, elated with the success of
Turner, offered, in the warmth of his heart, £10
to £2. “I will take it,” said Inglis’s brother.
Time was called, and the bet was not made.)

41.—The sun at this period was very powerful.
Turner appeared languid while sitting on the
knee of his second, but when fighting he seemed
all energy. Inglis missed a terrific blow that
might have brought the battle to a speedy
termination. Turner down.

42.—Notwithstanding the state of fatigue which
Turner laboured under, and which could not be
kept from the spectators, he nobbed Inglis with
the utmost ease. The young one was hit to a
stand-still, and Turner was too tired to follow
him. At the ropes Turner had also the best of
it, till both down.

43.—“Go in, Inglis,” from his friends; “you
can’t lose if you do.” Inglis took the advice of
his friends, and went in, fighting pell-mell,
till Turner went down. (Four to one upon the
young one.)

44.—This round had nearly decided the battle
in favour of Turner. Hit for hit for a short
time, when Turner knocked his opponent to a
stand-still between the ropes. Turner, resolved
not to give half a chance away, came again and
planted another heavy nobber in the middle of
the feather-bed hero’s nob; but Inglis’s
out-and-out game brought him through his
trouble, and he fought like a lion till Turner
went down. (The approbation bestowed upon Turner
was immense. It was also “Bravo, Inglis! your
fellow is not to be met with every day in the
week.”)

45.—Inglis was determined to reduce the strength
of his opponent, and again bored in; but this
rush always cost him something, and Turner
liberally discharged the account. Both down.

46.—Inglis again napped it in going in, but
returned a heavy body hit. Turner fought at
every point to win, but his strength could not
keep pace with his skill, and he went down
exhausted. “Take the good Old One away; if he
wins he cannot raise himself higher in the
estimation of the fancy,” exclaimed several
friends; “the chance is against him.”

47 and last.—This was a well fought round,
although both men were distressed. Inglis was,
however, a fresh man compared with his opponent.
Turner had the best of the milling as usual, but
went down worn out. While sitting on the knee of
his second several persons requested that he
might not fight any more. Harry Holt jumped into
the ring, and throwing up his hat, observed,
“Permit me, gentlemen, to give in for Turner.”
One hour and eighteen minutes had elapsed.
Inglis left the ropes, but he instantly returned
into the ring to shake hands with those hands
which had so liberally distributed punishment
only a few seconds previous. We wish sincerely
that the inhabitants of all the countries in the
world would imitate such a noble example in the
moment of victory.

REMARKS.—“Othello’s occupation’s gone!” Indeed,
Turner may apply to himself the words—

“I’ve seen the day
That, with this little arm and this good fist,
I’ve made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop.”

Yes; and we have “seen the day”—that day when
Turner overcame the undaunted Scroggins; that
day, also, when he stood before the accomplished
Randall two hours and twenty minutes; and
likewise that day when he conquered Jack Martin.
We cannot offer an insult to a brave man, and
it is far from our intention even to wound his
feelings; but on any of the above days what
chance would Inglis have stood with Turner?
The fact is, Ned was not licked; he was tired,
worn out, and Nature refused to second his
efforts. Inglis won the battle fairly, and
according to the rules of pugilism. Indeed,
the fight was one of the best specimens of
milling skill ever witnessed, and the courage
displayed by Turner was of the highest order.
It is but common justice also to state, that
Inglis’s manliness, game, coolness, and
honourable conduct throughout the battle placed
him high in the list of boxers.

By an unpardonable oversight “Boxiana” (see p. 115, vol. v.) omits at this place all mention of Turner and Inglis’s second battle, on the 9th of November following, and gives an epistolary challenge from Inglis to Turner as being penned “a few weeks after the above battle,” i.e., the first fight, so that Inglis is made to challenge the man he had conquered. The second fight will be found in the memoir of Turner, _ante_, p. 391. After his defeat Inglis published the following in the _Weekly Dispatch_:—

“TO EDWARD TURNER.

“SIR,—

“My friends have agreed to give me another trial; I therefore
challenge you to fight me for £100 a-side, within two months from
the date hereof, and am ready to make a deposit within a fortnight.
If this challenge be not accepted, I propose to retire from the ring
altogether.

“I remain yours, etc.
“PEACE INGLIS.

“_December 10, 1824._”

Turner immediately answered the above challenge.

“TO PEACE INGLIS.

“SIR,—

“I have seen your challenge in the papers, and in reply beg to state
the only terms that will induce me to meet you, or any one else, in
the ring, and which, considering the battles I have fought, will
not, I trust, be thought out of the way. £200 a-side is the least I
mean to fight for. And when you talk of two months, you must have
forgotten the state of my left hand; but if the last Tuesday in
April will answer your purpose, and your friends are willing to
agree as to the sum I propose, I shall be most happy to accommodate
you. I should be sorry to think my refusal the cause of your leaving
the ring, in which I wish you success; but I must take care to leave
off fighting before fighting leaves me.

“I am yours, etc.,
“EDWARD TURNER.

“_Newtown, Montgomeryshire, North Wales_,
“_December 15, 1824._”

The health of Turner was, however, rapidly declining, and he retired from the ring without making any further match. Inglis also now retired into private life, but we have not met with any record of his death.

* * * * *

At the close of the Fifth and Sixth Periods, opening the Second Volume, we propose to give an Appendix of the Remarkable Light Weights who especially illustrated this epoch of pugilistic history, thus collecting the lesser stars into a galaxy, instead of scattering them here and there among the larger lights—the planets of the pugilistic system.

INDEX TO VOLUME I.

A.

ÆNEAS (Introd.), xii

AMPHOTIDES described (Introd.), xiii

AMYCUS (Introd.), vii

ANTÆUS (Introd.), _ib._

ANCIENTS, History of Boxing among the (Introd.), v‒xvi

ASTON, Col. Henry, a patron of Pugilism, 92
His melancholy death (note), _ib._

B.

BALDWIN, CALEB, “The Pride of Westminster,” 1796‒1816:—
His real name, 211
His early battles, _ib._
With Tom Jones, Kelly, Jackling, and Lee the Butcher, 212, 213
Beat Jack O’Donnell, _ib._
Draw with Bill Ryan, 214
Defeats “Young Massa”, 216
As second and ring-keeper, 217
Farewell benefit and death, 218

BARCLAY, Captain, Allardyce of Ury:—
Trains Tom Cribb, 259
His birth and love of athletic exercises, 435
His pedestrian capabilities and performances, 436, 437
His match of 1000 miles in 1000 successive hours for 1000 guineas,
438
His death, 439

BARRYMORE, Lord:—
His career, nicknames of family (note), 103
Thrashed by Mr. Donadieu (note), 104
Mr. Grantley Berkeley’s slips relating to, _ib._
Particulars of his death, _ib._

BARTHOLOMEW, JACK, 1795‒1800:—
His merits, 221
Victory over Firby, 222
Beaten by Bill Wood, _ib._
Beat Tom Owen, _ib._
Beaten by Jem Belcher, 134, _ib._
His death, _ib._

BELASCO, ABY, 1817‒1824:—
Jewish prize-fighters, 481
Belasco’s birth, _ib._
His battle with Cribb’s Coalheaver, 482
Beat Josh. Hudson, _ib._
〃 Jack Payne, _ib._
Beaten by Tom Reynolds, 483
〃 by Jack Randall, _ib._
Beat the Winchcomb Champion, _ib._
Wrangle with Phil. Sampson and three fights, 484
Room fight with Josh. Hudson, _ib._
Beat Pat. Holton, 485
Becomes an L. V. in Whitechapel, 486
Beat George Weston, _ib._
His degraded career, _ib._

BELCHER, JEM (Champion), 1798‒1809:—
His pedigree, person, and symmetry, 132
His natural skill as a boxer, 133
Beat Britton, _ib._
Introduced to Bill Warr, 133
Beat Tom (Paddington) Jones, 134
〃 Jack Bartholomew, 134, 135
〃 Andrew Gamble (Irish Champion) twice, 135, 136
〃 Joe Berks, first encounter, 137
Ditto, second encounter, 138
Ditto, third encounter, 140
Proceedings against Belcher and Berks for breach of the peace,
141‒143, 146
Battle with Firby, 146, 147
Indicted in consequence, 148
Loses his eye at rackets, _ib._
His announced retirement, _ib._
Pearce claims the championship, 149
Belcher challenges Pearce, _ib._
His defeat (see Pearce), _ib._
John Gully’s disparaging remark, _ib._
His two defeats by Cribb, 150, 247, 251
His boxing and personal qualities, 151
Death and burial, 152

BELCHER, TOM, 1804‒1822:—
His birth and first fight in the London P.R., 153
Defeated Jack Warr, 154, 155
Beaten by Bill Ryan, 155
Beat O’Donnell, _ib._
〃 Bill Ryan, 156
Beaten by Dutch Sam thrice, 157
Beat Dogherty, 157, 158
〃 Cropley, 158
〃 Silverthorne, 159
〃 Dogherty, second time, in Ireland, 160
A turn up at Hampstead and in Holborn, 163
The Castle Tavern and sporting publicans, _ib._
Belcher’s sparring, 164
Retirement and death, 166

BERKELEY, Hon. GRANTLEY, M.P.:—
Vindication of boxing (note), 5
His estimate of Pierce Egan (note), 239

BERKS, JOE, of Shropshire:—
Beat Christian, beaten by Jem Belcher twice, by Hen. Pearce twice,
and Dick Deplige (note), 137

BITTOON, ISAAC, 1801‒1804:—
His draw with Maddox and battle with Will Wood, 230
A teacher of singlestick and boxing, 232
His death, _ib._

_BLACKWOOD’S MAGAZINE._
Sonnets to Randall, 361

BLAKE, “Tom Tough,” 1804‒1810:—
His fight with Holmes, 235
Beaten by Tom Cribb and by Tom Molineaux, 236
His death, 237

BOB’S CHOP-HOUSE (the Castle, Holborn), 162, 237‒240

BOXING, vindication of, 1, 2
Schools, their good results, 6
Among the ancients (Introd.), v‒xvi
Origin of the term (Introd.), vi

BOND, Mr., the Bow Street Magistrate, 146

BRAIN, BENJAMIN, “Big Ben” (Champion), 1786‒1791:—
His fights with “the Grenadier”, 65
〃 〃 Corbally, 66
〃 〃 Jacombs, _ib._
〃 〃 Hooper, 67
〃 〃 Tom Johnson, 68
〃 〃 Will Wood, 69
His death, _ib._
Epitaph on, 70

BROUGHTON, JOHN (Champion), 1734‒1750:—
Secedes from George Taylor’s Booth, 19
Description of, 21
His amphitheatre in Oxford Street, 22
His battle with Stevenson, _ib._
〃 〃 Jack James, 23
His rivalry with George Taylor, 24
His “New Rules” reform the art of boxing, 25
Invents padded boxing-gloves for practice, 26
A Yeoman of the Guard, _ib._
His fight with Slack, 27
Captain Godfrey’s eulogy on, 28
His retirement, anecdote of, 29
Pension, property, death, and funeral, 30

BUCKHORSE (John Smith), 1732‒1746, 40
Curious particulars of, 41

BURKE, of Woolwich, beaten by Jack Randall (glove fight), 333
Ditto, second time, 388

BURN, “Uncle Ben,” 1810‒1834:—
As a pugilist, backer, and second, 461
Beat Christie, _ib._
Beaten by Dogherty, Silverthorne, Palmer Jones, Tom Spring, and Tom
Oliver, _ib._

BURSCHEN, German, their murderous fights, 3

C.

CÆSTUS, descriptions and drawings of (Introd.), xv, xvi

CASTLE TAVERN, Holborn, sporting head-quarters, 162, 163, 237, etc.

CASTOR and POLLUX (Introd.), vi

CAMELFORD, Lord, Richmond’s master, 291

CLARENCE, Duke of (afterwards William IV.), a ring patron, 100

CLOANTHUS (Introd.), xii

COHANT (or COANT), the Butcher (note), 45

COOPER, GEORGE, 1812‒1825:—
His height, weight, etc., 302
Beat Harry Lancaster, _ib._
Beaten by Tom Oliver, 303
Beat Jay, _ib._
Goes to Scotland, _ib._
Beat Tom Molineaux, the Black, 304
Beaten by Dan Donnelly, _ib._
Returns to London, _ib._
Beat Robinson, the Black, 305
Goes on a continental tour, (lines from “Tom Cribb’s Memorial to
Congress”), 306
Boxing at Aix-la-Chapelle, 307
Returns to Edinburgh, _ib._
Turn up with Kendrick, the Black, at Tom Oliver’s, 309
Set-to with Hickman (Gas), 310
Set-to with Jack Randall, 311
Matched with Shelton, _ib._
Beaten by Hickman, 312
Moulsey Hurst, lines on, 313
Beat Tom Shelton, _ib._
Returns to Edinburgh, 316
Matched again with Hickman, _ib._
Beaten by Hickman, 317
〃 by Ned Baldwin, “White-headed Bob”, 318
His retirement and death, _ib._

CORBALLY and BIG BEN, 66

CORCORAN, PETER, his defeat by Turner, 47
Fights with Dalton, Davis, and Smiler, _ib._
〃 〃 Bill Darts, 48
〃 〃 Sam Peters, _ib._
Blunders of “Boxiana”, _ib._

CRABBE, ELISHA, 52

CRIBB, TOM (Champion), 1805‒1820:—
English Champions, remarks on, 242
His birth and arrival in London; becomes wharf porter, 243
A slow fighter, 244
Beat George Maddox, _ib._
〃 “Tom Tough”, 245
〃 “Ikey Pig”, 216
Beaten by George Nicholls (see Nicholls), _ib._
Beat Bill Richmond, _ib._
〃 Jem Belcher, first time, 247
〃 Bob Gregson for championship, 249
〃 Jem Belcher, second time, 251
〃 Tom Molineaux, first time, 252
Challenged anew by Molineaux, 255
Beat Tom Molineaux, second time, 256
Cribb’s return to town, 258
His training by Captain Barclay, and anecdotes, 260
Presented with a silver cup, 261
Fails as a coal-merchant, and becomes a publican, 262
Spars in the presence of monarchs, princes, and marshals, _ib._
High patronage of boxers, 263
Anecdotes—Cribb and the pig, _ib._
Cribb and the navvy, 264
The champion and his dwarf, 265
Cribb and Massa Kendrick, _ib._
Curtis’s challenge to Cribb, 266
Cribb’s punishment of Carter, 267
Challenged by Neat, 268
Cribb’s retirement, 269
He attends as a page at the Coronation of George IV., 270
Lines on the challenge of Neat (note), _ib._
His formal retirement from the ring, and speech, 271
“Cribb and his customer”, 272
“The three tailors”, _ib._
“Cribb and the cobbler”, 273
His death, _ib._
Character by Vincent Dowling, Esq., 274
His monument in Woolwich Churchyard, 275‒277

“CRIBB’S, TOM, Memorial to Congress” quoted, 306

CRIBB, GEORGE, 1807:—
Beaten by Horton, Dogherty (twice), Cropley, Isle of Wight Hall, Ned
Maltby, 449

CROPLEY, BILL, 1807‒1810:—
Battles with Dutch Sam and Tom Belcher, 232, 233
Defeats “Jemmy from Town,” Tom Hazel, and George Cribb, 233
A second and sparrer for many years, 234

CUMBERLAND, WILLIAM, Duke of, patron of Broughton, 19

D.

DARES (Introd.), xii

DARTS, BILL (Champion), 1764‒1791:—
His fights with Juchan, Dogget, Swansey, and Lyons, 45
Cross with Peter Corcoran, 46

DAVIS, CY., “The Gay Bristol Boy,” 1818‒1823:—
His birth, and introduction to the ring by Tom Belcher, 487
Beat Aby Belasco, _ib._
Beaten by Ned Turner, 488
Beat Boshell, 488
Spars with Randall, 489
Hoaxing challenges, 490
Second match with Ned Turner, _ib._
Beat Ned Turner, 491
His accident, 492
Retirement and death, 493

DEATH (Stephen Oliver), 46, 51
His numerous battles, 51
Epigram on his defeat of Small, _ib._
His fights with Tom Johnson, _ib._
〃 〃 Elisha Crabbe, 52

“DEATH’S DOINGS,” lines from, 393

DOGHERTY, DAN (Irish Champion), 1806‒1811:—
His early fights, 447
Beaten by Tom Belcher, _ib._
Beat Jack Power, 448
〃 Ben Burn, _ib._
Beaten by Tom Belcher, second time, 160
Dogherty’s Duel, 448

DONNELLY, DAN., beats George Cooper (see Donnelly, vol. ii.), 304

DOWLING, VINCENT G., Esq., 96

DOYLE, beaten by a sawyer, 52

DUTCH SAM (see Elias Samuel).

E.

EGAN, PIERCE, author of “Boxiana,” notice of, by Grantley Berkeley
(note), 239

ELIAS, SAMUEL, “Dutch Sam,” 1801‒1814:—
His fighting qualities, 192
Introduction to the ring, 193
Early fights, and Caleb Baldwin, 193, 194
Beat Britton, 195
Beaten by Jas. Brown, _ib._
Beat Tom Belcher, 196
Drawn battle with Tom Belcher, 198
Third fight with Belcher, 199
Arrested for match with Dogherty, 200
Beat Cropley, _ib._
〃 Ben Medley, 201
Retires from ring; his intemperance, 202
Returns, and is beaten by Nosworthy, _ib._
Anecdotes of Dutch Sam, 203
His death, 204

EMERY, the celebrated Yorkshire actor, a ring goer, 240
Presents a silver cup to Tom Cribb, 261

ENTELLUS (Introd.), ix

ERYX (Introd.), vii

F.

FAULKNER, TOM, “the Cricketer,” 1758‒1791:—
His battle with George Taylor, 19, 40
His character, 40
His battle with Joe James, 41
His challenge to Watson, 42
His fight with Thornhill and retirement, _ib._

FEWTEREL, his battle with John Jackson, 93
His battle with a Highlander (note), _ib._

FIG, JAMES (Champion), 1719‒1734, 8
Opens his amphitheatre, 1719, 9
References to, by the _Tatler_, _Guardian_, _Craftsman_, etc., _ib._
Captain Godfrey’s eulogium on, _ib._
His handbills, 10
Verses on, by Dr. Byrom, 11
His death, 1734, 12

FIRBY, “The Young Ruffian,” beat Symonds, “The Old Ruffian,”, 130
Beat Tom Tyne, 129
Beaten by Tom Belcher (turn up), 163
〃 by Jack Bartholomew, 222

FRANCIS, JOHN, “The Jumping Soldier”, 18

G.

GAMBLE, ANDREW, 1792‒1800:—
His origin, and fight with Stanyard, 219
Beat Noah James, the Guardsman, 220
Beaten by Jem Belcher, 136, 221

GEORGE IV. has a retinue of boxers at his Coronation, and presents them
with a gold medal, 100, 270

GODFREY, Captain, his sketches of the boxers, 8, 9, 12, 14

GOWLETT, beaten by Symonds, 130

GREGSON, BOB, 1807‒1809:—
His birth and early career, 237, 238
His fictitious fight with Joe Berks, 238
His weight and strength, 239
Meets with Gully, _ib._
Gregson’s fights with Gully and Tom Cribb, 183, 185, 239, 240, 249
Landlord of Bob’s Chop-house and ring poet, 241
His death, _ib._

GRETTING, GEORGE, 1724‒1734, 14

GRANBY, Marquis of, and Hayman, the painter, 91

GULLY, JOHN, 1805‒1808:—
His ambition for the championship, 182
First battle with Gregson, 183
Second battle, 185‒189
His retirement, 190
Mr. Gully as a pugilist and as a member of society, _ib._
M.P. for Pontefract, 191
His family and death, _ib._

GWYDYR, Lord, letter of thanks to, for the services of the pugilists at
the Coronation, 270

GYAS (Introd.), xii

H.

HARMER, HARRY, 1812‒1815:—
Allied to the Belchers, 461
Beat Maltby, _ib._
〃 Jack Ford, 462
Glove-fight with Shelton, 463
Beat Tom Shelton, 464
Spars on the continent, 465
Anecdote of a French patron, 466
Forfeits to Shelton, _ib._
His death, _ib._

HAYMAN, the painter, and the Marquis of Granby, 91

HENLEY, PAT., 1742, 18

HOLMES, JACK, fight with “Tom Tough”, 235

HOLT, HARRY, “The Cicero of the Ring,” 1816‒1820:—
Articled to a surveyor, 467
Ring reporter to the “Era”, _ib._
Beaten by Parish, the waterman, 468
His eloquence, _ib._
Beat Jack O’Donnell, 469
Beaten by Jack Randall, 470
〃 by David Hudson, _ib._
〃 by Jack Scroggins (room fight), 471
His newspaper career, 472
His death, 473
Succeeded by his son Alfred, his death, _ib._

HOMER, first reporter of a prize fight (Introd.), viii

HOOD, JOE, 1773‒1760:—
Fights with Parrot, Rossemus, Gregory, Kellyhorn, Macdonald, Sellers
(Champion), Higgins, Bath, and Day, 53, 54

HOOPER, BILL, the Tinman, 1789‒1797:—
His birth, patronised by Lord Barrymore, and reward, 103
His battles with Clarke, Cotterell, Wright, and Bob Watson, 104, 105
His fights with Big Ben (Brain), 67, 106
〃 〃 Bunner, of Colchester, 106
〃 〃 George Maddox, 107
〃 〃 Will Wood, _ib._
〃 〃 Tom Owen, 108, 110
Becomes a bully and drunkard, his degradation and melancholy death,
108, 109

HORACE celebrates pugilism (Introd.), vi

HUMPHRIES, RICHARD, 1784‒1790:—
His personal appearance, 84
His battle with Sam Martin, 85
〃 〃 Dan Mendoza, 86‒88
A coal-merchant in the Adelphi, 88
His death, _ib._

HUNT, EDWARD, 1746‒1758:—
His style of boxing, 39
His battle with Hawksley, the Guardsman, 40
〃 〃 Smallwood, _ib._
〃 〃 Mills, _ib._

I.

INGLESTON, GEORGE, the Brewer, 1789‒1793:—
As a boxer, 124
His fight with John Jackson, 94, 125
Defeats Pickard, of Birmingham, twice, 125
Beaten by Will Wood, _ib._
Retires, _ib._

INGLIS, PEACE, “The Phenomenon,” 1822‒1824:—
Beat Hamilton, the Waterman, _ib._
〃 Deaf Davis, _ib._
〃 George Curtis, 494
Challenges Harry Holt, 495
Beat Ned Turner, 390, 496

J.

JACKSON, MR. JOHN (Champion), 1788‒1795:—
Slanderers of pugilism and its defenders, 89, 90
His birth and education, 92
His _debût_ in the ring, 93
Fights with Fewterel, _ib._
〃 〃 Daniel Mendoza, 94
〃 〃 George Ingleston, _ib._
His muscular strength, 96
Mr. Vincent Dowling’s eulogium on, _ib._
His rooms:—Lord Byron, Sir John Lade, Colonel Hanger, etc., Jackson’s
personal appearance, 98
As a teacher of boxing, 99
His generosity, 100
Presentation of plate to, _ib._
Death and personal honours, 101

JOHNSON, TOM (Champion), 1783‒1791:—
His real name, his kindness, his character by a contemporary, 55, 56
His fights with Jarvis, “the Croydon Drover,” Oliver (Death), Bill
Love, Jack Towers, Fry, and Bill Warr, 57, 58
His fight with Michael Ryan, 58, 59
〃 〃 Isaac Perrins, 59, 63
〃 〃 Brain (Big Ben), 63, 68
His style of fighting, 64
His retirement and death, _ib._

JOHNSON, Dr. SAMUEL, a practical exponent of pugilism, 10, 90

JOHNSON, Mr. ANDREW, the swordsman and boxer, 10

JONES, TOM (Paddington), 1786‒1805:—
His early battles, 114, 115
His battle with Caleb Baldwin, 115
〃 〃 Abraham Challice, 116
Frightens “Leather Jacket”, _ib._
Beat Keely Lyons, twice, 117
Beaten by Jem Belcher, _ib._
Draw with George Nicholls, 118
Fights with Isaac Bittoon and Simpson, _ib._
A well-known attendant at the Fives Court, 119
His death, _ib._

JUCHAU, TOM, the Paviour (note), 45

K.

KENDRICK, MASSA, 308‒310

L.

LAWS OF THE RING, BROUGHTON’S, 25

LINES on the fights of Epeus and Euryalus, Homer (Introd.), viii
On the fight of Dares and Entellus, Virgil, (Introd.), x, xi
On the two great masters of defence, Messrs. Fig and Sutton, by Dr.
John Byrom, 11, 12
On Ben Brain (Big Ben) by a pugilist, 70
On John Jackson at Brompton Cemetery, 102
On the heroic conduct of Henry Pearce, 179
On the death of Fletcher Reid, Esq., 197
On Tom Cribb, by “An Old Miller”, 270
On Tom Cribb, by V. G. Dowling, Esq., 277
From “Tom Cribb’s Memorial to Congress,” by Tom Moore, 240
On Moulsey Hurst, 313
To Jack Randall, by Tom Moore, 355
To Jack Randall, by a contributor to _Blackwood’s Magazine_, 360
“Jack Randall’s Ghost,” from _Bell’s Life in London_, 361
From “Death’s Doings”, 393
On Jack Scroggins (Epitaph), 434
On Shaw, the Life-guardsman, by Sir Walter Scott, 443

LOVE, BILL, 1788, 57

LYONS, the Waterman (Champion), 1769,
his fight with Bill Darts, 45

M.

MADDOX, GEORGE, “the Veteran,” 1792‒1805:—
His numerous battles, 205
His character, _ib._
His battles with Symonds, “the Ruffian;” Hooper, “the Tinman;” and
Isaac Bittoon, 206
Beat Seabrook and Bill Richmond in one ring, 208
Beaten by Tom Cribb, 208, 244
Draw with Coady, 209
His good qualities, _ib._
Killed by an accident, 210