Chapter IX

TOM GAYNOR (“THE BATH CARPENTER”)—1824–1834.

It was said of Marshal Clairfait that, like a drum, he was only heard of when he was beaten. Tom Gaynor, in somewhat like fashion, takes his place among the celebrities of the Ring from the high fame of the men against whom he had the ill luck to be opposed. Beginning rather late in the London Ring, Gaynor’s first antagonist was Ned Neale (who had just polished off in succession Deaf Davis, Bill Cribb, Miller, Hall, and David Hudson), while his last (and too late) appearance in the Ring was in combat with the Phenomenon, Young Dutch Sam, before whom he stood for two hours and five minutes, at Andover, in the year 1834. This was proof sufficient that Gaynor’s heart was in the right place, and that his fistic skill was far above the mere “give and take” of second-rate boxers.

The sobriquet of Gaynor assigns Bath for his birthplace, and there, on the 22nd of April, 1799, the young Tom opened his eyes, as the son of a respectable carpenter in that fashionable city. Tom used to tell his friends, over a pipe at the “Red Horse,” Bond Street, of a wonderful uncle of his, hight Tom Marshall, who was champion boxer of “Zummerzetzhire,” and was never defeated. This uncle, who stood six feet one and a half in his stockings, seems to have been the idol of his nephew’s hero-worship, as another Tom [Carlyle] would phrase it. With this uncle young Gaynor was placed at Taunton, and there, at thirteen years old, was apprenticed. Here Tom’s skill with his “fives” was acknowledged, and at about seventeen years of age he was what modern times would call a “certificated pupil-teacher” in an “academy” of which a local boxer was the chief professor of “the noble art.” One Turle, a fiddler, had the reputation of being a dangerous opponent, but in a turn-up with the young Carpenter he received such a taste of his quality that he declined any further favours, and tacitly resigned his assumed title of “champion of Taunton” to the “’prentice han’” of Gaynor.

TOM GAYNOR (“THE BATH CARPENTER”).
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These were the times of election saturnalia, and though (_testè_ Sir Henry James) Taunton, in these days of ballot and household suffrage, is no purer than it ought to be, in the times of borough-mongering it was much worse. A little episode in young Tom’s history may illustrate this. During a contested election for that riotous, thirsty, and by no means immaculate borough, the true blue champion, whose colours young Tom wore, had set abroach a hogshead of “raal Zummerzet soyder,” and to ensure the just distribution of the same had entrusted it to the care of a big rural rough, who churlishly denied young Gaynor a drop of the cheering home-made. This unfair treatment considerably riled our hero; but when the big bully threatened to add “a good hoidin’” to his refusal, “unless young Chips made hisself skeerce,” the joke was carried too far. The stripling stripped, and the countryman, consigning his charge to a friend, desired him to “zee to the zwill, whoiles oi polish off this yoong jackandapes.” But the battle was not to the strong, and in three sharp rounds, occupying about fifteen minutes, the “rush” of the yokel was so completely taken out of him by the cutting “props” and the straight “nobbers” of the young ’un that the countryman cried, “Enoo!” and went back to his tap, from which Tom and his friends drank success to themselves and their candidate without further hindrance or molestation.

Soon after Tom returned to his native city of Bath. Here he fought a pitched battle with a recruiting sergeant of some boxing fame in military circles. The soldier’s tactics, however, were of no avail against the superior strategics of young Gaynor.

Gaynor’s eyes, although he followed his calling industriously, were always cast towards the Metropolis with a longing gaze, and at the age of twenty-four he made his way to town, and having already met that professor in the provinces, he took up his quarters at the house of his “brother chip,” the scientific Harry Holt, the “Cicero of the Ring,” who then kept the “Golden Cross,” in Cross Lane, Long Acre. Here an accident brought him into notice.

Josh Hudson being at Holt’s at a jollification, the conversation, of course, was of “battles lost and won,” and in the course of “chaff” Tom Gaynor was introduced with an eulogistic flourish from his Ciceronian friend and brother-craftsman. This led to Josh, who was certainly not in his “coolest state of collectedness,” expressing his willingness to put on the mittens with the “young man from the country.” The result was unfortunate. Josh lost his temper, and for some twenty-five minutes it was very like a little glove-fight, in which “Tom was as good as his master.” Of course, Holt’s friends put a stop to this; but it raised Gaynor’s reputation.

Soon after, in a set-to with Ben Burn, Gaynor displayed such science and resolution that he was highly applauded by the amateurs at the Fives Court, and was hailed a clever “newcomer.”

Friends now came forward, and Tom was matched with Ned Neale, at whose hands he experienced an honourable defeat, on the 25th May, 1824, in one hour and six minutes. (See NEALE, Chapter V., _ante_.)

Gaynor, about this time, frequently appeared at public sparring benefits, and was much esteemed, notwithstanding his defeat by so practised and resolute a boxer as the Streatham Youth. At Epsom Races, on the 20th of May, 1825, Gaynor was in attendance, with many of the Fancy, when a subscription purse of fifty guineas was offered by the amateurs. For this Gaynor presented himself as a candidate, and was met by Jonathan Bissell (Young Gas). Gaynor was admitted to be sadly out of condition, while Young Gas was in first-rate fettle. Gaynor was compelled to give in, after a game battle of one hour and twenty-five minutes.

In the early months of 1825 Gaynor advertised for a customer, offering to fight any man of his weight—eleven stone and a half—in three months, for £100 a-side. Nearly one year passed away in sparring, when Gaynor, anxious for a job, challenged Reuben Martin for £50 a-side, in January, 1826. This, however, ended without an engagement.

Tom was at length matched for £50 a-side with Alec Reid (the Chelsea Snob), and the men met on Tuesday, May 16th, 1826, at No Man’s Land, three miles and a half to the right of St. Albans.

The Eton Montem, Greenwich, and Wandsworth Fairs, and other places of attraction near the Metropolis, rendered the road to the scene of action remarkably thin; indeed, so scarce were drags of every description that the turnpike men declared it a holiday for their apron pockets, while the roadside houses looked out in vain for a four-horse drag, or even a Hampton van. Yet such a scientific display, with manliness united, as the battle between Gaynor and Alec Reid, on the beautiful bit of turf belonging to the ladies, on that Tuesday in May, has seldom rewarded a journey of a hundred miles.

White-headed Bob was Gaynor’s principal patron, and like a good judge sent out his boy to a prime training walk. Baldwin also backed Gaynor to the amount of a £50 note—so high an opinion did the White-nobbed One entertain of his quality. The Chelsea Champion was under the protection of a Corinthian, and Richmond also looked after him. Both men did their duty while training, and their appearance, on stripping, satisfied the amateurs that they entered the ring in good condition. At one o’clock Gaynor threw his hat into the ropes, attended by Jem Ward and White-headed Bob, and a few minutes afterwards Reid repeated the token of defiance, followed by Cannon and Richmond. Gaynor was the favourite, at six and five to four; but the odds had previously been laid both ways. In fact, Reid was viewed as decidedly the best fighter, and in most instances was taken for choice. The colours, yellow for Gaynor, were tied to the stakes by Bob, and crimson for Reid were fastened by Richmond.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—Gaynor was the bigger man on appearing at the scratch, and
having length and weight on his side were no trifling advantages in
his favour. Reid looked well; he was up to the mark, and confident
in the extreme. Some little caution was observed on both sides, both
of them ready to let fly upon the first opening. Gaynor endeavoured
to feel for the nob of his opponent, but the arms of Reid rendered
repeated attempts of no avail. Reid at length got a turn, and quick
as lightning he tapped the sensitive plant of Gaynor so roughly that
both his ogles were winking. (The Reidites gave a rare chevy,
thinking it a good omen.) The science of Reid was much admired; he
stopped two left-handed hits with the utmost ease; but in
counter-hitting he received a tremendous blow on his mouth, which
not only produced the claret, but almost displaced his ivories.
(“First blood!” cried Curtis and Josh Hudson.) Reid, with much good
nature, said to Gaynor, “That was a good hit.” The left hand of
Gaynor again told; nevertheless, Reid was busy, and in turn felt for
the upper works of Gaynor. The left peeper of the latter was
damaged. Some excellent stops on both sides, until a rally ensued,
when Gaynor fought resolutely until they were entangled—both down,
Gaynor undermost. (It was clearly seen that the length of Gaynor
made him a dangerous opponent, and he was decidedly the favourite at
six to four.)

2.—Reid, like an experienced boxer, now stopped Gaynor well, but the
latter would not be denied. He planted a heavy blow in Reid’s face,
and in closing sent him out of the ropes. (“You are sure to win it,
Gaynor,” observed his friends; and two to one was offered and
taken.)

3.—Reid found out that he had a much more troublesome customer than
he had anticipated. Gaynor got away from a heavy blow; a pause, and
both on the look-out for squalls. Some sharp blows exchanged. The
left hand of Gaynor told twice severely on Reid’s mug. A rally
ensued, and Tom went down rather weak.

4.—This was a capital round; and the mode of fighting adopted by
Reid delighted his backers. He went to work with much determination,
and Gaynor napped considerable punishment. In closing, Reid fibbed
his opponent severely, until a severe struggle put an end to the
round, and both down. (“What a capital fight—both good ones; it is
worth coming 100 miles to see! We have not had such a fight for
these two years past!” were the general observations all round the
ring.)

5.—The face of Gaynor was materially altered, and his right ogle in
“Queer Street.” The mug of Reid was likewise damaged—his nose had
increased in size; he had also received some heavy body blows. Good
stopping on both sides; and Reid, in the estimation of his backers,
put in some beautiful facers. In closing, Reid went down.

6.—A small change had taken place in favour of the “man of wax;” and
he had now made his opponent a piper. The seconds of Reid and all
his friends called to him to go to work; but Gaynor was not to be
beaten off his guard—he sparred for wind till he recovered from his
distress. Reid, however, got the lead, and milled away, till in
closing at the ropes he was thrown, and had a bad fall. Reid was now
backed as favourite.

7.—Gaynor was much distressed; and Reid, like a skilful general,
never lost sight of the advantage. In closing at the ropes, Gaynor
went down exhausted. (“Reid for £100!” and uproarious shouts of
applause.)

8.—Reid, most certainly, at this period of the fight, was the hero
of the tale; he tipped it to Gaynor at every turn, till the latter
boxer went down. (Rounds of applause for Reid.)

9.—A more manly round was never witnessed in any battle whatever—it
was hit for hit, the claret following almost every blow. Both men
stood up to each other like bricks, and appeared regardless of the
punishment they received. Both down. (“Here’s a fight—this battle
will bring the Ring round! Reid’s a fine fellow, but he is
overmatched.”)

10.—This was also a capital round; but whenever Reid made a hit
Gaynor returned upon him. The length of the latter boxer enabled him
to do this; and also in several instances his left hand did much
execution, without being stopped by the Snob. Both down, and summat
the matter on each side.

11.—Reid had the worst of it in this round; he received three
jobbers, which made his nob dance again; but his courage never
forsook him. In closing, the head of the Snob, in going down, went
against the stakes, enough to have taken the fight out of most men,
but he was too game to notice it.

12.—The changes were frequent, and at times it was anybody’s battle.
Reid was never at a loss, and he fought at every point to obtain
victory. In struggling Reid was thrown, and Gaynor fell on him.

13.—The left hand of Gaynor committed desperate havoc on Reid’s
face; nevertheless, the former napped sharp ones in turn. In
struggling, Reid went down.

14.—The appearance of Gaynor was now against him; and strangers to
the Ring might fairly have entertained an opinion that he could not
have stood up for a couple more rounds. Reid took the lead for a
short time, but the round was finished by Reid being thrown.

15.—Nothing of consequence. Short, and both on the turf.

16.—This round was a fine display of science in favour of Reid. He
punished Gaynor all over the ground, and floored him by a heavy
facer. The Reidites were now uproarious, and applauded their man to
the echo.

17.—Both men exhibited symptoms of distress. After an exchange of
hits they staggered against each other, and went down. (“What a
brave fight! Jack is as good as his master!”)

18.—Gaynor, although in distress, made some good hits; he also
nobbed Reid, and fell heavily upon his opponent.

19.—This was a short round. Reid was exceedingly weak, and went
down—Gaynor quite as bad, staggering over his man.

20.—Reid came to the scratch full of pluck, but he received two
jobbers. Both down, Reid undermost.

21.—The falls were decidedly against Reid; and in this round he
received shaking enough to have put an end to the battle, Reid went
down, and Gaynor fell on his head.

22.—The oldest and best judges of the Ring still stuck to Reid, and
made him the favourite. He commenced the rounds well, but in
general, as in this instance, he was thrown.

23.—Gaynor now appeared getting rather better; but his mouth was
open, and so were his hands. (The friends of Reid advised Gaynor to
leave off, as he was a married man, and had a family; “It don’t suit
me,” said Gaynor. “Hold your tongue,” said Ward; “it is six to
one—sixty to one, I meant, in your favour—ain’t it, Bob?” “Yes,”
replied the White-headed One; “it is a horse to a hen.”) Reid fell
weak.

24.—Reid, like a good one, showed fight, and put in a nobber, but
his strength could not second his science, and he was heavily
thrown. Still Reid was offered as the favourite for five pounds, but
no taker.

25.—It really was astonishing to view the high courage displayed on
both sides, and the firmness and spirit with which they opposed each
other’s efforts. In finishing this round, Reid went down, and Gaynor
fell on him.

26.—This was a very good round, and the determined spirit displayed
by Reid astonished every spectator. Counter-hits. Gaynor tried to
escape punishment, and in retreating fell down. (“He’s going; you
have won it, Reid.”)

27.—Gaynor’s face was badly battered, and the index of Reid was
little better; but no complaints were made, and when time was called
both appeared at the scratch with alacrity. Reid was busy and
troublesome, till he was thrown. Another bad fall against him—worse
than ten hits.

28.—Reid down; but he contended every inch of ground like a
Wellington—a better little man is not to be met with, and the
courage and good fighting he displayed this day delighted his
backers.

29.—Gaynor was evidently the stronger man, although “bad was the
best.” Reid was getting very weak, missed his blows, and went down
on his knees.

30.—The change was now decidedly in favour of Gaynor; and in closing
he gave Reid a severe cross-buttock. (“It’s all up,” was the cry.
“I’ll give you,” said Josh, “a chest of tools if you win it.” “I
have promised him,” said Tom Oliver, “Somerset House—but he can’t
lose it.”)

31.—Reid got away from a heavy nobber, with much more activity than
could have been expected by a man in his truly distressed state.
Reid down.

32.—Gaynor pursued Reid to the ropes, where the latter fought with
fine spirit and resolution, till he was sent out of them by Gaynor.

33.—Several persons were yet of opinion that Reid would win; in
truth, the battle was never safe to either until it was over. Reid
went down distressed.

34, and last.—Reid still showed fight, and an exchange of blows took
place; but in closing, Gaynor in obtaining the throw fell heavily
upon him. Reid’s head came violently against the ground, and when
picked up by his second he was insensible. Gaynor was declared the
conqueror. The battle occupied one hour and ten minutes.

REMARKS.—It was a near thing after all; and Reid, although in
defeat, raised himself in the estimation of the Fancy. He fought
up-hill against weight and length, and was likewise opposed to a man
of science and a game boxer. Reid, it is said, weighed ten stone
four pounds, and Gaynor eleven stone six pounds—but Gaynor declared,
at the Tennis Court, on the Wednesday following, that he was under
eleven stone. A better fight, in every point of view, has not been
seen for many years. Gaynor received most punishment; but his
conduct throughout the whole of the battle was cool and
praiseworthy.

Gaynor was matched for a second battle with Young Gas, for £100 a side, to take place on the 5th of September. The stakes were made good, but owing to a misunderstanding the match went off.

In consequence of Gaynor having proved the conqueror with Reid, he was considered an excellent opponent for Bishop Sharpe, and his friends backed him against Sharpe for £50 a-side. This battle was decided also at No Man’s Land, on Tuesday, December 5th, 1826. Sharpe won the fight, after a very hard battle of one hour and ten minutes, Gaynor showing fight to the last. (See BISHOP SHARPE, Chapter XI., _post_.)

Gaynor’s defeat by the Bold Smuggler did not diminish the number of friends made by his general good conduct and excellent demeanour to his patrons and backers. But despite his readiness for a match, it was more than a year before one could be satisfactorily arranged. His challenge was then accepted by Charles Gybletts, whose reputation as a slashing hitter and well-scienced boxer was established by his defeats of Rasher, Phil Sampson (see _post_, Chapter XIII.), Robin Rough, and Harry Jones, and who had lately fought a draw with Reuben Martin.

Gybletts was the favourite, at six to four, and the stakes (£100) being made good, the men met on the 18th of May, 1828, at Shere Mere, Bedfordshire, on the borders of Herts. At this fight, Tom Oliver, who had received the true blue ropes and stakes of the Pugilistic Club, by order of Mr. John Jackson, its president, first appeared as Commissary-General of the P.R., and displayed that tact in the formation of an inner square and an outer circle which we so well remember, and so oft commended in long after years. Gaynor, who trained at Shirley’s, at Staines, came over on Monday to the “Blue Boar,” at St. Albans, Gybletts at the same time reaching the “Cross Keys,” Oldaker’s, at Harpenden. Both men were in the highest spirits, and in first-rate condition. Gaynor, joined by some Corinthian patrons, came on the ground in a well-appointed four-in-hand, decorated with his colours, a bright orange, and accompanied by a Kent bugle player, to the enlivenment of the road and scene. Gybletts was driven to the ring in a less ostentatious conveyance, a high, red-wheeled, yellow, one-horse “shay,” of the then “commercial” pattern, but was none the less heartily greeted by his admirers.

The day was brilliantly fine, and the attendance of the right sort, who are always orderly. Gybletts, waited on by Dick Curtis and Josh Hudson, first threw his castor into the ring. Gaynor, esquired by Harry Holt and Tom Oliver, quickly answered the challenge, and Oliver won for him the choice of corners. Gaynor’s weight was stated at twelve stone, Gybletts’s at eleven stone seven pounds. The odds were, however, still on Gybletts, and no takers.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—On throwing themselves into attitude, each man showed his
judgment in keeping the vulnerable points well covered. Gaynor
manœuvred with his hands well up, and Gybletts played in and out,
seeking an opening for a left-hand delivery. After some cautious
movements, Gaynor broke ground, trying his right at Gybletts’s body,
but he was cleverly stopped, and Gybletts jumped away nimbly. His
left at the nob was also stopped, but in a second trial with the
right Gaynor got home on his adversary’s cheek. Gybletts now went in
to fight, and caught Gaynor a smack on the mouth with the right,
Gaynor striking the centre stake with his heel in retreating. He
recovered himself, however, and rushed to a rally, delivering right
and left on his opponent’s frontispiece. Gybletts fought with him
until they closed, when, after a sharp struggle, Gaynor threw him a
heavy back fall, and tumbled on him. On getting up a tinge of blood
was visible on the face of each, and the first event was undecided.

2.—Gaynor, first to fight, delivered his right on Gybletts’s body,
who got away actively, and propped Gaynor as he came in. Gaynor
again tried his right at Gybletts’s ribs, but was stopped. He got
on, however, one, two, on Gybletts’s head, cutting his left cheek.
In the close Gybletts struggled hard for the fall, but Gaynor,
dexterously shifting his leg, got the inner lock, and threw Gybletts
head over heels, amidst the cheers of his friends. Odds still six to
four on Gybletts.

3.—A good scientific round; hitting, stopping getting away, in
pretty stand-up style. Each got it on the body and pimple in turn,
but the out-fighting was certainly in favour of Gaynor, who had the
reach of his opponent. In the close, Gybletts got the fall, and the
cheering of the last round was returned.

4.—Good stopping by both. Charley missed his right at the body, and
received a heavy smack on the left cheek from Gaynor’s right, which
sounded all over the ring, and imprinted a blood-mark on the spot.
Charley was puzzled, but good counter-hits were exchanged. Gybletts
stepped back, wiped his hands, and did not seem to know how to get
at his long-armed, round-shouldered opponent. Caution the order of
the day, and some excellent stops on both sides. Gybletts swung in
his right on the body, but got it on the jaw. The men closed,
Gybletts pegging away at Gaynor’s ribs, Gaynor at Gybletts’s
head-piece; Gaynor threw his man heavily. (Even on Gaynor.)

5.—Charley got in his left on Gaynor’s neck, and followed it by a
body blow. Exchanges, in which Gaynor’s length of arm told, Gaynor
getting home on Gybletts’s forehead and mouth, Gybletts on his
opponent’s ribs and ear. A close for the fall. After a short
struggle Gaynor threw his man cleverly.

6.—Gaynor again caught a blow on the neck from Charley’s left, but
the latter missed his body blow. Stopping in good style; at length
Gybletts went in, delivering his right heavily. Gaynor turned round,
and in getting away fell on his hands and knees by a slip. Loud
cheers for Gybletts, and two to one offered by his friends, though
both out and in fighting were in Gaynor’s favour.

7.—Gybletts got another sharp one on his wounded cheek. He
retreated, but Gaynor followed, forced the fighting, and threw him.

8.—On coming to the scratch Gybletts’s shoe was down at heel. Dick
Curtis came forward and busied himself in getting it up, Gaynor
quietly looking at him. Tom Oliver made an appeal of “Foul,” but the
umpires said they had nothing to remark, except that Gaynor was at
liberty to get to work, as “time” had been called. During the
discussion the heel was put to rights, and the men stood up. Gaynor
got his right on to Gybletts’s body, Gybletts returned short, when
Gaynor jobbed him twice on the head, and in the close both were
down.

9.—Gaynor, first to fight, put in one, two, and closed; both down at
the ropes.

10.—Good counter-hitting; both men stood bravely to the scratch. In
the close, after a struggle, both fell, Gybletts on his head.

11.—Both men rushed to a close, and after a violent effort for the
fall Gaynor grassed his man, falling on him.

12.—Good science on both sides. Alternate hits and stops. Gybletts
had discovered that closing was not to his advantage, and kept out.
In the exchanges he caught a heavy foreheader from Gaynor’s left,
and was finally thrown.

13.—Gybletts cautious, but Gaynor would not wait his convenience; he
went in right and left, and Gybletts dropped.

14.—Mutual exchanges and good stops. Gybletts again visited on his
olfactory organ. Both down harmlessly in a scramble.

15.—Gaynor delivered a right-handed chop, and Charley, in return,
caught him in the ribs with the right. A close at the ropes, and
both down.

16.—A slashing round; hit away on both sides until Gybletts was
floored.

17.—Gybletts came up remarkably cheerful, considering the last bout.
He got a good hit in on Gaynor’s mouth, which bled freely. Gaynor
returned, and went down in the exchanges.

18.—Both cautious. Gybletts sent in a teaser with his left on
Gaynor’s mouth. Gaynor, a little surprised, rushed to a close.
Charley got Gaynor cleverly in his arms, lifted him from the ground,
and backheeled him, falling on him heavily. (Shouts of “That’s the
way, Charley!”)

19.—Wild fighting on both sides. Gaynor rattled away, hit or miss.
Gybletts returned at random; in the exchanges Gybletts slipped, and
was on his knees, when Gaynor knocked him over.

20.—Forty-five minutes had now elapsed. The knuckles of Gybletts’s
right hand were much puffed by repeated contact with the point of
Gaynor’s elbow, which he dropped to protect his ribs from the
unpleasant visitations of his adversary. Yet Charley was still the
favourite, from his known gameness, and his friends maintained he
must wear Gaynor out. Gybletts delivered his right at the body, and
Gaynor closed for in-fighting. In the close, Gybletts got Gaynor
down.

21.—Gybletts crept in, got in a blow on Gaynor’s proboscis, and was
uppermost in the close.

22.—A good weaving round. Gybletts had it left and right, and was
thrown unmistakably.

23.—Gaynor made a right-handed job, closed, and threw his man.

24.—Gybletts applied to the brandy bottle. He went up, sparred a
little, tried at the body, missed, and was thrown.

25, 26, 27.—Gybletts fighting an up-hill game, but contending
manfully, hit for hit. In the 26th round Gaynor caught his man on
the nose, cutting the cartilage, the wound bleeding profusely. In
the last round both were down.

28, 29.—Gaynor first to fight. Gybletts down.

30.—Gybletts got home sharply with his left in Gaynor’s left eye.
Gaynor cautious. At length he let fly, but Gybletts ducked his head,
thus saving it from a smasher. He then caught Gaynor heavily on the
mouth, and drew the claret from that organ as well as the nose.
Gaynor returned, but slipped down on his knees.

31.—One hour and five minutes had passed. Charley succeeded in
planting a “snorter,” but Gaynor gave him a _quid pro quo_. Gybletts
once again visited his adversary’s masticators, when Gaynor went in
hand over hand, drove him to the ropes, hit up, and threw him.

32.—Gaynor took the lead in fighting. Charley drew back, putting in
slightly on the nose. He got it in return on the mouth, and went
down, Gaynor also falling back on the ropes, but quickly recovering
his perpendicular.

33.—Gybletts came up cheerful, and after a few feints and parries
went in for close quarters. After a stiff struggle Gybletts was
thrown completely over the ropes out of the ring; Gaynor went over
the ropes with him, with his heels in the air and his head on his
man’s body.

34.—Gybletts, though piping, seemed strong on his legs. He stood
well to his man, and it was hit for hit with no decided advantage,
till, in the close, both were on the grass.

35.—Gaynor went in, and Charley jobbed him on the nose. Tom shook
his head, and went at Gybletts with the right. Exchanges, a rally,
and a heavy cross-counter; both men were on the ropes. Gaynor in an
awkward position, when he got down. (Cheering for Gybletts.)

36.—One hour and a quarter had elapsed, and the odds were still on
Gybletts, notwithstanding Gaynor’s out-fighting and wrestling were
superior. Tom, first to fight, got in a mugger, and received a
rib-roaster in return. Merry milling for a turn. In the close Gaynor
got the fall.

37.—Gybletts stopped Gaynor’s left neatly, and got away; Gaynor
followed. Both missed in the exchanges, closed, and Gybletts gained
the throw.

38.—Gybletts, amazingly active on his pins, missed a right-hander;
exchanges with the left, and a cross-counter. Gybletts went in
wildly, but was heavily thrown.

39.—From this to the 45th round the men fought spiritedly; Gaynor,
getting better, generally had Gybletts down at the ropes. In the
46th round Gybletts’s right hand was seen to have given way, and he
had his left only to depend on as a weapon of offence. In the 48th
and 49th Gaynor fought Gybletts down, and in the 50th threw him
heavily.

51, and last.—When Gybletts showed at the scratch, Harry Holt called
upon Gaynor to “finish the fight,” but Tom was so “bothered” he
could do nothing with precision. He missed with the right, got hold
of his man and turned him round, when both fell together, Gybletts
pegging away at Gaynor’s back. Time, one hour and fifty-three
minutes. An attempt was made to bring Gybletts to “time,” but in
vain. The game fellow had swooned, and Gaynor was hailed the victor.
Gybletts was bled by a medical man on the ground, and quickly came
to. Gaynor, after a few minutes, walked to his carriage, saluted by
“See, the Conquering Hero Comes,” from the keyed bugle.

REMARKS.—Gybletts’s friends had no reason to complain of their
reliance on the gameness of their man, although their underestimate
of his adversary’s powers led to his defeat. Gaynor’s superior
length, and his wrestling capabilities, in which he has few
superiors in the Ring, turned the scale in his favour—added to
which, his endurance in receiving punishment, and skill in hitting
and stopping, proved also to be superior to those of his brave
adversary. The battle, as a whole, did honour to both victor and
vanquished.

Gaynor took a benefit at the Tennis Court on the ensuing Thursday, when Tom Oliver and Ben Burn, Young Dutch Sam and Ned Brown (Sprig of Myrtle), were the leading couples. Gaynor returned thanks to his friends, and in reply to an expressed wish of Gybletts for another trial, said he hoped to be shortly in a position to retire from the Ring altogether; if not his friend Charley should be accommodated. The stakes were given up to Gaynor on the same evening, after a dinner at Harry Holt’s, when his backers presented him not only with the stakes he had won, but the sums they had put down for him.

So high did this victory place Gaynor in his own and his admirers’ estimation that it was considered a new trial with his old opponent of six years previously might lead to a reversal of the verdict then given. Accordingly Ned Neale was sounded; but that now eminent boxer having his hands full, the matter was perforce postponed, and it was only in the latter part of 1830 that a match could be made with Neale and Gaynor, to come off after the former boxer’s contest with Young Dutch Sam, as already narrated in this volume.

The terms were that Neale should fight Gaynor, £300 to £200, on the 15th of March, 1831, eight weeks subsequent to Neale’s fight with Sam.

Notwithstanding Neale’s defeat by “the Young Phenomenon,” he was the favourite at five to four, and these odds increased when information from Neale’s training quarters in the Isle of Wight asserted that the Streatham man was “never better in his life.” Gaynor was declared “stale.” He had for more than two years led the life of a publican, and was said to be “gone by.” His more intimate acquaintance did not share this opinion, as Tom was always steady, regular, and never a hard drinker.

Gaynor took his exercise at his old friend Shirley’s, at Staines, as on former occasions, and having won the toss for choice of place, Warfield, in Berkshire, was named by his party as the field of arms.

Soon after twelve on the appointed day Neale, who had arrived at Ripley the day before, came on the ground in a barouche and four, with numerous equestrian and pedestrian followers. Gaynor, in a similar turn-out, soon after put in an appearance. He had for his seconds Harry Holt and Ned Stockman—Neale, Tom Spring and his late opponent, Young Dutch Sam. The men shook hands good-humouredly, and commenced “peeling,” six to four being eagerly offered on Neale. Both men looked serious, and Gaynor’s skin was sallow. As for Neale, he looked bright and clear, and was generally fancied by the spectators. Gaynor’s weight was declared to be 11st. 2lb., while Neale’s was 12st. 3lb., Gaynor’s age being thirty-two and Neale’s twenty-seven. The advantage, therefore, seemed greatly on the side of Tom’s former conqueror, and so thought most persons, except Gaynor himself. All preliminaries having been adjusted the men were delivered at the scratch, the seconds retired to their corners, and at twelve minutes after one began

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—Each man held up his hands as if waiting the other’s
attack, and this determination being mutual they stood eyeing each
other steadily for two or three minutes, doing nothing. Gaynor at
length made a little dodge with his left, but Neale was wary,
shifted a little, and would not be drawn out. More waiting, more
dodging, when, at the expiry of nine minutes, Gaynor sent out his
right at Ned’s body, who contented himself by stopping it with his
elbow. Gaynor stepped back and wiped his hands on his drawers.
Mutual feints, both cautious—the spectators becoming impatient.
(“Wake him up,” said Stockman, “he’s taking a nap.”) After twenty
minutes of manœuvring Gaynor planted his right on Neale’s mazzard.
(Cheers, and cries of, “Now go to work.”) Neale would not break
ground, and Gaynor could not get at him. More tedious manœuvring.
Forty minutes had now elapsed (the same time as in Neale’s first
round with Nicholls), when Neale went in, Gaynor retreating to the
corner of the ring. (“Now’s your time,” cried Young Sam.) Ned went
in with the right, Gaynor countered, and a scrambling rally
followed. A few ill-directed blows were exchanged, a close, and some
fibbing; then a struggle at the ropes, when Gaynor was uppermost.
The round lasted forty-five minutes.

2.—On coming to the scratch Neale showed a small swelling over the
left eye, and his face was somewhat flushed. (“Now,” cried Stockman,
“you have broken the ice; cut away.”) Neale crept in on his man, who
retreated, and shifted with a good defence. Neale let go his right
at Gaynor’s listener, but missed, and at it the men went in a
rattling rally. Gaynor hit up with his right, catching Neale on the
jaw; while Ned gave Gaynor a heavy one on the cheek-bone, raising a
very visible “mouse.” In the close fibbing was again the order of
the day; at length Gaynor got his man down.

3.—Great shouting. The “Queen’s Head” for choice. Neale’s face was
flushed, and he panted a little. Gaynor was as pale as a parsnip,
barring the black mouse on his cheek. Gaynor made pretty play with
the right, but was neatly stopped, and Neale did the same for his
opponent. Gaynor tried his left, but Neale merely threw up his
guard, and Gaynor desisted. Neale let fly and got home on Gaynor’s
ivories, but had a sharp return on his left eye. Gaynor planted his
right on Ned’s ribs, and got away. Caution on both sides. Neale
crept nearer to his work, and Gaynor retreated to his corner; at
last Neale went in, and a slight bungling rally followed. A sharp
struggle for the throw, which Gaynor got, and rolled over his man.
(Loud cheers for Gaynor. On the men getting to their seconds’ knees,
Spring claimed “first blood” for Neale, from Gaynor’s mouth, which
was allowed.)

4.—A new dodge was here discernible. Stockman, to prevent Neale
holding his man, had greased Gaynor’s neck, the grease being very
visible at the roots of his hair. Neale broke ground and began the
fighting; Gaynor was ready, and fought with him. Neale was hit in
the body and on the nose and brow, Gaynor on the jaw and cheek. In a
loose rally Ned went down in the hitting. (Cannon claimed this as
“first knock-down” for Gaynor. It was allowed; but there was not a
clear knock-down in the fight.)

5.—On rising Neale showed marks of hitting on the left eye and nose.
After a little cautious sparring Ned rushed in wild, and the men
wrestled together. Both down, Gaynor uppermost.

6.—Neale steady. No great harm done on either side. Gaynor hit short
with his left, then threw in his right with the rapidity of
lightning. Both attempts were beautifully stopped. Gaynor laughed,
but Neale put a stop to his hilarity by a sharp lunging right-hander
on the mouth, which Gaynor returned with a smart smack on Ned’s
proboscis. Another wrestling match, and Neale thrown. (On rising
Neale showed blood over the right eye, and Holt renewed the disputed
point by claiming it for Gaynor.)

7.—Neale stole a march, and popped in his left cleverly on Gaynor’s
nose. Gaynor returned with the right; Ned rattled in, caught Gaynor
so tightly round the waist that he could not extricate himself,
then, with the back-heel, threw him on his back on the ground,
adding his weight to the force of the fall. This was a smasher, and
Gaynor’s nose sent forth a crimson stream.

8.—Gaynor on the piping order, and cautious. Ned again visited his
snuff-box with his left. Neale fought into a close, and again threw
Gaynor a burster. (Ned was now a strong favourite, at six and seven
to four.)

9.—Gaynor was cheerful, and there was some good counter-hitting with
the right. Neale napped it on his already swollen eye, which began
to bleed, as did an old wound on Gaynor’s cheek-bone. In the close,
Gaynor was thrown for the third time. He got up slowly, and seemed
the worse for wear.

10.—Neale, still cautious, stopped a right-hander, but missed his
return. Gaynor went in for the throw, and after a sharp struggle got
his man down.

11.—Gaynor much distressed and groggy. Nevertheless, he planted his
right on Neale’s damaged eye, which was fast putting up the shutter.
Ned missed a vicious lunge at Gaynor’s ear, and Gaynor returned
nastily on Ned’s nose, who rushed in, and seizing Tom, lifted him
from _terra firma_, flung him heavily on his shoulder, and fell on
him.

12.—Gaynor came up astonishingly steady, though bleeding from mouth,
nose, and cheek. He hit short at the body with his right, then tried
his left at the nob, but Ned frustrated his intentions. Gaynor swung
out his right viciously, but Neale jumped back and escaped. Neale
then went in for the throw, and a severe struggle followed, Ned
chopping and fibbing; but at last Gaynor got the lock, and over went
poor Ned, with Gaynor on top of him, a most audible thud.

13.—Gaynor piping. Ned planted his right hand on the body; he then
closed. A long struggle for the throw, and both down.

14.—Gaynor, game as a pebble, went in to fight, but Ned got away,
and Gaynor went down in the attempt to close.

15.—Ned made play, but was open-handed. Gaynor retreated to the
ropes, where a struggle took place. Gaynor got Ned under, and hung
on him on the ropes, until Ned fell outside them, Gaynor inside.

16.—The fight had now lasted one hour and thirteen minutes. A wild
and scrambling round. Both down.

17–20.—Gaynor, game and ready, always came to the scratch; though
much distressed, he never shirked his work. In the 20th round he
seemed “abroad,” and fell, Neale falling over him on his head.

21.—Gaynor on the totter. Ned ran in at him, bored him to the ropes,
caught him in his arms, and sent him a “Catherine wheel” in the air.
(Ned’s friends all alive. Three to one on Ned, and no takers.)

22 and 23.—In both these rounds Gaynor was down, and Neale supposed
to be winning in a canter—any odds.

24.—Ned the fresher and stronger man, apparently. Exchanges, when
Gaynor rushed in and threw him. (“Not safe yet,” cried the knowing
ones.)

25.—Gaynor went to in-fighting, closed, and threw Neale.

26.—Neale went in first, but Gaynor fought for a few seconds on the
defensive, then closed, put on the crook, and threw Neale.
(“Pro-di-gi-ous!” exclaimed Frosty-faced Fogo, after the manner of
Liston’s Dominie Sampson.)

27.—Gaynor, though sorely punished, smiled confidently. Neale tried
his left; Gaynor missed his right over Ned’s shoulder. Ned closed
for the fall, but Gaynor again got it. (The odds at a stand-still.
“Neale has to win it yet.”)

28.—Ned made another effort and won the fall, throwing Gaynor
heavily.

29–31.—Neale cautious. Half-arm hitting and scrambling rallies. Both
men tired, and little execution done.

32.—A wild round in the corner; Neale fell outside the ropes, and
Gaynor inside.

33.—Neale walked firmly to the scratch; Gaynor was led up by his
seconds. Neale fought in to a close, and heavy hits were exchanged.
Gaynor fell on his knees, but was up in a second. Ned caught hold of
the ropes, Gaynor closed, and Neale canted him completely over his
head.

34.—Neale forced a rally. Gaynor waited for him and hit up. Neale
closed, but seeing he was likely to get the worst of it, slipped
down, amid cries of disapprobation, and “Take him away!”

35.—Curtis called out to Young Sam, “Six to four on Gaynor. Ned has
cut it!” Neale in reply walked to the scratch. Gaynor ran in, seized
Neale, and threw him with a swing. Shouts for Gaynor.

36.—Gaynor seemed getting second wind, and became steadier on his
pins. Hits exchanged. Neale got the throw.

37.—Gaynor short at the body with his right. Neale nailed him with
the left on the ribs. A rally in the corner, when Neale slipped to
avoid. (Disapprobation.)

38–43.—Nothing remarkable except the men’s perseverance. Each round
began with some mutual stops and misses, resolved itself into a
rally, and ended by one or both down alternately.

44.—Gaynor seemed to rally all his energies, and forced the
fighting; hits were exchanged, and Gaynor tried for the close, but
Neale went down. Gaynor pointed at him as he lay on the ground.
(Cheers from Gaynor’s friends. “We’ll illuminate the ‘Queen’s Head’
to-night!”)

45, and last.—Gaynor seemed to begin with new vigour. His spirits
were roused by the cheers of his friends, and he went manfully to
the scratch. Neale faced him with apparent alacrity, but was clearly
down on his luck, and showed heavy marks of punishment. Gaynor went
at him with the right, and planted a blow. Neale fought with him to
a close, when Gaynor threw him and fell across him. There was
nothing to indicate that all was over, but when “time” was called,
Neale’s head fell back, and though Young Sam shook it and shouted,
Ned was “deaf” to the call. Gaynor was accordingly proclaimed the
victor amidst vociferous acclamations. The supporters of Neale were
amazed and dumbfounded. Gaynor threw up his arms and cut a very
feeble caper before walking off to his carriage, which displayed the
orange flag of victory, and where he quickly dressed himself. Neale
was some time before he recovered, and was then conveyed to Staines,
and put to bed.

REMARKS.—It is difficult to account for Neale’s falling-off, as ten
rounds before the close he was evidently the stronger and fresher
man. We can only attribute it to the repetition of prolonged
exertion and of punishment at an interval too short for the entire
recuperation of his bodily and mental powers after such a defeat as
that he experienced at the hands of Young Sam only eight weeks
before. Indeed, we cannot but think the match was ill advised and
imprudent, and the odds of £300 to £200 in the battle-money
presumptuous. It was, however, brave and honourable in Neale to try
the “wager of battle,” in which his too partial backers had engaged
him. As to Gaynor, but one opinion can be formed of his courage,
game, endurance, and fortitude, all of which were conspicuous in
this contest with his superior in weight, youth, and the character
of the boxers he had met and conquered.

On the following Thursday Gaynor took a benefit at the Hanover Assembly Rooms, Long Acre.[54] Here he was greeted with all the honours that wait upon success, and the best men of the Ring—Tom Spring, Oliver, Young Sam, Reuben Martin, Stockman, Reidie, &c.—put on the mittens. On Friday the stakes were given up at Tom’s own crib, the “Queen’s Head,” Duke’s Court, Bow Street, after a sporting “spread.”

Tom’s defeat of the redoubtable Streatham Youth led to a challenge from Young Dutch Sam. The circumstances of this defeat may be read in Chapter VIII., in the Life of that skilful boxer.

This was the last appearance in the twenty-four foot of either Sam or Gaynor. The latter, who was a civil, unassuming, and obliging man, attended to his calling, and died in the month of November, 1834, in Grosvenor Street, Bond Street, at the early age of thirty-five, of a chronic complaint of several years’ standing.