And twenty more such Pidcock frightsBOB's worth a hundred of these dabs: For a short turn up' at a sonnet,

A round of odes, or Pastoral bout,
All Lombard-street to nine-pence on it,2
BOBBY's the boy would clean them out!)
"Gemmen," says he-(BoB's eloquence

Lies much in C-NN-G's line, 't is said;
For, when Boв can't afford us sense,

He tips us poetry, instead)— "Gemmen, before I touch the matter, On which I'm here had up for patter, A few short words I first must spare, To him, THE HERO, that sits there, Swigging Blue Ruin,^ in that chair. (Hear-hear)--His fame I need not tell,

For that, my friends, all England's loud with; But this I'll say, a civiler Swell

I'd never wish to blow a clouds with!"

At these brave words, we, every one,
Sung out "hear-hear"-and clapp'd like fun.
For, knowing how, on Moulsey's plain,

The CHAMPION fibb'd the POET's nob,
This buttering-up,' against the grain,

We thought was cursed genteel in BOB. And here again,, we may remark

BOB's likeness to the Lisbon jobbera— For, though all know that flashy spark

From C-ST-R-GH received a nobber,
That made him look like sneaking Jerry,
And laid him up in ordinary,"

Yet now, such loving pals are they,
That Georgy, wiser as he 's older,
Instead of facing C-ST-R-GH,
Is proud to be his bottle-holder

But to return to BoB's harangue,
"Twas deuced fine-no slum or slang-
But such as you could smoke the bard in,-
All full of flowers, like Common Garden,
With lots of figures, neat and bright,
Like Mother Salmon's-wax-work quite!

The next was TURNER-nobbing NED-
Who put his right leg forth," and said,
"TOм, I admire your notion much;
And please the pigs, if well and hearty,
I somehow thinks I'll have a touch,
Myself, at this said Congress party.

Though no great shakes at learned chat,
If settling Europe be the sport,
They'll find I'm just the boy for that,

As tipping settlers' is my forte!"

Then up rose WARD, the veteran JoE,
And, 'twixt his whiffs,2 suggested briefly
That but a few, at first, should go,

And those, the light-weight Gemmen chiefly; As if too many "Big ones went,

They might alarm the Continent!!"

JOE added, then, that as 't was known
The R-G-T, bless his wig! had shown
A taste for Art (like JOEY's own3)
And meant, 'mong other sporting things,
To have the heads of all those Kings,
And conqu'rors, whom he loves so dearly,
Taken off-on canvas, merely;

God forbid the other mode !-
He (JOE) would from his own abode
(The dragon-famed for Fancy works,
Drawings of Heroes, and of-corks)
Furnish such Gemmen of the Fist,"
As would complete the R-G--T's list.
"Thus, Champion Toм," said he, "would look
Right well, hung up beside the Duke-
TOM's noddle being (if its frame
Had but the gilding) much the same-
And, as a partner for Old Blu,
BILL GIBBONS or myself would do."

Loud cheering at this speech of JOEY'S-
Who, as the Dilettanti know, is
(With all his other learned parts)
Down as a hammers to the Arts!

Old BILL, the Black,'-you know him, NEDDY(With mug, whose hue the ebon shames,

1 A kind of blow, whose sedative nature is sufficiently explained by the name it bears.

2 Joe being particularly fond of "that costly and gentlemanlike smoke," as Dekker calls it. The talent which Joe possesses of uttering Flash while he smokes—“ ex fumo dare lucem"-is very remarkable.

3 Talk.

4. Gin.

10 Friends.

4 The Green Dragon, King-street, near Swallow-street, "where (says the same author) any person may have an opportunity of verifying what has been asserted, in viewing Ward's Cabinet of the Fancy !"

5 Among the portraits is one of BILL GIBBONS, by a pupil of the great Fuseli, which gave occasion to the following impromptu:

Though you are one of Fuseli's scholars,

This question I'll dare to propose,—
How the devil could you use water-colours,
In painting BILL GIBBONS's nose?

6 To be down to any thing is pretty much the same as being up to it, and "down as a hammer is," of course, the intensivum of the phrase.

7 RICHMOND.

8 Face

Reflected in a pint of Deady,

Like a large Collier in the Thames)
Though somewhat cut,' just begg'd to say
He hoped that Swell, Lord C-st-r--gh,
Would show the Lily-Whites fair play;
"And not-as once he did"--says BILL,
"Among those Kings, so high and squirish,
Leave us, poor Blacks, to fare as ill

As if we were but pigs, or Irish!"
BILL GIBBONS, rising, wish'd to know
Whether 'twas meant his Bull should go-

1 Cut, tipsy; another remarkable instance of the simiJarity that exists between the language of the Classics and that of St. Giles's.-In Martial we find "Incaluit quoties saucia vena mero." Ennius, too, has "sauciavit se flore Liberi ;" and Justin, "hesterno mero saucii."

2 Lily-Whites (or Snow-balls,) Negroes.

No. II.

VIRGIL. Eneid. Lib. v. 426.

CONSTITIT in digitos extemplo arrectus uterque,
Brachiaque ad superas interritus extulit auras.
Abduxere retro longe capita ardua ab ictu :
Immiscentque manus manibus, pugnamque lacessunt.
Ille, pedum melior motu, fretusque juventa:
Hic, membris et mole valens;

sed tarda trementi

Genua labant, vastos quatit æger anhelitus artus.

Multa viri nequicquam inter se vulnera jactant, Multa cavo lateri ingeminant, et pectore vastos Dant sonitus; erratque aures et tempora circum Crebra manus: duro crepitant sub vulnere male.

Stat gravis Entellus, nisuque immotus eodem, Corpore tela modo atque oculis vigilantibus exit.

Ille, velut celsam oppugnat qui molibus urbem, Aut montana sedet circum castella sub armis ; Nunc hos, nunc illos aditus, omnemque pererrat Arte locum, et variis assultibus irritus urget.

No. II.

Account of the Milling-match between Entellus and Dares, translated from the Fifth Book of the Eneid,

BY ONE OF THE FANCY.

WITH daddles' high upraised, and nob held back,
In awful prescience of the impending thwack,
Both Kiddies' stood-and with prelusive spar,
And light manoeuvring, kindled up the war!
The One, in bloom of youth—a light-weight blade-
The Other, vast, gigantic, as if made,
Express, by Nature for the hammering trade;
But aged,' slow, with stiff limbs, tottering much,
And lungs, that lack'd the bellows-mender's touch.

Yet, sprightly to the Scratch both Buffers came,
While ribbers rung from each resounding frame,
And divers digs, and many a ponderous pelt,
Were on their broad bread-baskets heard and felt.
With roving aim, but aim that rarely miss'd,
Round lugs and ogles flew the frequent fist;
While showers of facers told so deadly well,
That the crush'd jaw-bones crackled as they fe!!!
But firmly stood ENTELLUS-and still bright,
Though bent by age, with all THE FANCY's light,
Stopp'd with a skill, and rallied with a fire
The Immortal FANCY could alone inspire!
While DARES, shifting round, with looks of thought,
An opening to the Cove's huge carcase sought
(Like General PRESTON, in that awful hour,
When on one leg he hopp'd to-take the Tower!)
And here, and there, explored with active fin'
And skilful feint, some guardless pass to win,
And prove a boring guest when once let in.

1 Hands.

2 Fellows, usually young fellows.

3 Macrobius, in his explanation of the various properties of the number Seven, says, that the fifth Hebdomas of man's life (the age of 35) is the completion of his strength; that therefore pugilists, if not successful, usually give over their profession at that time.-"Inter pugiles denique hæc consuetudo conservatur, ut quos jam coronavere victoria, nihil de se amplius in incrementis virium sperent; qui vero ex pertes hujus gloriæ usque illo manserunt, a professione discedant." In Somn. Scip. Lib. 1.

4 Ears and Eyes.

5 Arm.

Ostendit dextram insurgens Entellus, et alte
Extulit: ille ictum venientem a vertice velox
Prævidit, celerique elapsus corpore cessit.
Entellus vires in ventum effudit, et ultro
Ipse gravis graviterque ad terram pondere vasto
Concidit: ut quondam cava concidit, aut Erymantho,
Aut Ida in magna, radicibus eruta pinus.

Consurgunt studiis Teucri et Trinacria pubes:
It clamor colo; primusque accurrit Acestes
Equævumque ab humo miserans attollit amicum.

At non tardatus casu, neque territus heros Acrior ad pugnam redit, ac vim suscitat ira: Tum pudor incendit vires, et conscia virtus; Præcipitemque Daren ardens agit æquore toto, Nunc dextra ingeminans ictus, nunc ille sinistra.

Nec mora, nec requies: quam multa grandine nimbi
Culminibus crepitant, sic densis ictibus heros
Creber utraque manu pulsat versatque Dareta.

Tum pater Æneas procedere longius iras,
Et sævire animis Entellum haud passus acerbis ;
Sed finem imposuit pugnæ, fessumque Dareta
Eripuit, mulcens dictis, ac talia fatur:

Infelix! quæ tanta animum dementia cepit? Non vires alias, conversaque numina sentis? Cede Deo.

Dixitque, et prælia voce diremit.

Ast illum fidi æquales, genua ægra trahentem, Jactantemque utroque caput, crassumque cruorem Ore rejectantem, mixtosque in sanguine dentes, Ducunt ad naves.

And now ENTELLUS, with an eye that plann'd Punishing deeds, high raised his heavy hand; But, ere the sledge came down, young DARES spied Its shadow o'er his brow, and slipp'd asideSo nimbly slipp'd, that the vain nobber pass'd Through empty air; and He, so high, so vast, Who dealt the stroke, came thundering to the ground!Not B-CK-GH-M himself, with bulkier sound,' Uprooted from the field of Whiggish glories, Fell souse, of late, among the astonish'd Tories!? Instant the Ring was broke, and shouts and yells From Trojan Flashmen and Sicilian Swells Fill'd the wide heaven-while, touch'd with grief to

see

His pal,' well-known through many a lark and spree,^
Thus rumly floor'd, the kind ACESTES ran,
And pitying raised from earth the game old man.
Uncow'd, undamaged to the sport he came,
His limbs all muscle, and his soul all flame.
The memory of his milling glories past,
The shame that aught but death should see him grass'd,
All fired the veteran's pluck-with fury flush'd,
Full on his light-limb'd customer he rush'd,—
And hammering right and left, with ponderous swing,"
Ruffian'd the reeling youngster round the Ring—
Nor rest, nor pause, nor breathing-time was given,
But, rapid as the rattling hail from heaven
Beats on the house-top, showers of RANDALL'S shot
Around the Trojan's lugs flew peppering hot!
'Till now ENEAS, fill'd with anxious dread,
Rush'd in between them, and, with words well-bred,
Preserved alike the peace and DARES' head,
Both which the veteran much inclined to break-
Then kindly thus the punish'd youth bespake:
"Poor Johnny Raw! what madness could impel
So rum a Flat to face so prime a Swell?
See'st thou not, boy, THE FANCY, heavenly Maid,
Herself descends to this great Hammerer's aid,
And, singling him from all her flash adorers,
Shines in his hits, and thunders in his floorers?
Then, yield thee, youth-nor such a spooney be,
To think mere man can mill a Deity!"

Thus spoke the Chief-and now, the scrimage o'er,
His faithful pals the done-up DARES bore
Back to his home, with tottering gams, sunk heart,
And muns and noddle pink'd in every part."

1 As the uprooted trunk in the original is said to be "cava," the epithet here ought, perhaps, to be "hollower sound."

2 I trust my conversion of the Erymanthian pine into his L-ds-p will be thought happy and ingenious. It was sug gested, indeed, by the recollection that Erymanthus was also famous for another sort of natural production, very common in society at all periods, and which no one but Hercules ever seems to have known how to manage. Though even he is described by Valerius Flaccus as"Erymanthi sudantem pondere monstri."

3 Friend.

4 Party of pleasure and frolic. 5 This phrase is but too applicable to the round hitting of the ancients, who, it appears by the engravings in Mercurialis de Art. Gymnast. knew as little of our straight for ward mode as the uninitiated Irish of the present day. I have, by the by, discovered some errors in Mercurialis, as well as in two other modern authors upon Pugilism (viz. Petrus Faber, in his Agonisticon, and that indefatigable classic antiquary, M. Burette, in his "Mémoire pour servir à l'Histoire du Pugilat des Anciens,") which I shall have the pleasure of pointing out in my forthcoming "Parallel."

6 A favourite blow of THE NONPARIEL'S, so called. 7 There are two or three Epigrams in the Greek Antho

While from his gob the guggling claret gush'd,
And lots of grinders, from their sockets crush'd,
Forth with the crimson tide in rattling fragments
rush'd!

No. III.

For not the great R-G-T himself has endured
(Though I've seen him with badges and ovders all
shine,

Till he look'd like a house that was over inserred,
A much heavier burthen of glories than the.
And 'tis plain, when a wealthy young lady so mad is,
Or any young ladies can so go astray,

As to marry old Dandies that might be their daddies, The stars' are in fault, my Lord ST-w-RT, not they!

LINES

Go, Hero of Chancery, blest with the smile

Of the Misses that love and the monarchs that prize thee;

Forget Mrs. ANG-LO T-YL-R awhile,

And all tailors but him who so well dandifies thee.

Never mind how thy juniors in gallantry scoff, Never heed how perverse affidavits may thwart thee,

But show the young Misses thou 'rt scholar enough To translate "Amor Fortis," a love about forty! And sure 'tis no wonder, when, fresh as young Mars, From the battle you came, with the Orders you'd earn'd in 't,

That sweet Lady FANNY should cry out "my stars!" And forget that the Moon, too, was some way concern'd in 't.

logy, ridiculing the state of mutilation and disfigurement to which the pugilists were reduced by their combats. The following four lines are from an Epigram by Lucillius, lib. 2. Κόσκινον η κεφαλη σου, Απολλοφάνης, γεγενηται, Η των σητοκοπων φυλλαρίων τα κάτω. Οντως μυρμήκων τρυπήματα λόξα και ορθώς, Γραμματα των λυρικών Λυδία και Φρύγια. Literally, as follows:-"Thy head, O Apollophanes, is perforated like a sieve, or like the leaves of an old worm-eaten book; and the numerous scars, both straight and crossways, which have been left upon thy pate by the cestus, very much resemble the score of a Lydian or Phrygian piece of music." Periphrastically, thus:

Your noddle, dear Jack, full of holes like a sieve,

Is so figured, and dotted, and scratch'd, I declare, By your customers' fists, one would almost believe

Imitated from Horace, Lib. 1. Ode 3

So may my Lady's prayers prevail,'
And C-NN-G's too, and lucid BR-GGE'S,
And ELD-N beg a favouring gale

From Eolus, that older Bags,
To speed thee on thy destined way,
Oh ship, that bear'st our C-ST-R—GH,
Our gracious R-G-T's better half,"

And, therefore, quarter of a King(AS VAN, or any other calf,

May find without much figuring.) Waft him, oh ye kindly breezes,

Waft this Lord of place and pelf,
Any where his Lordship pleases,

Though 't were to the D-1 himself!
Oh, what a face of brass was his,'
Who first at Congress show'd his phiz-
1 "When weak women go astray,
The stars are more in fault than they."

2 It is thus the Noble Lord pronounces the word "know ledge"-deriving it, as far as his own share is concerned, from the Latin nullus."

3 Sic te diva potens Cypri,

Sic fratres Helena, lucida sidera,
Ventorumque regat pater.

4 See a description of the exos, or Bags of Eolus, in

there!

It ought to be mentioned, that the word “punching" is used both in boxing and music-engraving.

1 Ovid is mistaken in saying that it was "At Paris" these rapacious transactions took place-we should read "At Vienna."

5 Navis, quæ tibi creditum Debes Virgilium.

6 Animæ dimidium meum.

7 Illi robur et ses triplex

Circa pectus erat, qui, etc.

To sign away the Rights of Man

To Russian threats and Austrian juggle; And leave the sinking African'

To fall without one saving struggle'Mong ministers from North and South,

To show his lack of shame and sense, And hoist the sign of "Bull and Mouth" For blunders and for eloquence!

In vain we wish our Secs, at home?

To mind their papers, desks, and shelves, If silly Secs. abroad will roam

And make such noodles of themselves.

But such hath always been the case-
For matchless impudence of face,
There's nothing like your Tory race!'

First, PITT, the chosen of England, taught her
A taste for famine, fire, and slaughter.
Then came the Doctor,' for our ease,
With E-D-NS, CH-TH-MS, H—wK—B—s,
And other deadly maladies.

When each, in turn, had run their rigs,
Necessity brought in the Whigs:

And oh, I blush, I blush to say,

When these, in turn, were put to flight, too, Illustrious T-MP-E flew away

With lots of pens he had no right to!"

In short, what will not mortal man do!

And now, that-strife and bloodshed pastWe've done on earth what harm we can do, We gravely take to Heaven at last;" And think its favouring smile to purchase (Oh Lord, good Lord!) by-building churches!

Non tangenda Rates transiliunt vada.

the CHAMPION OF ENGLAND stands unrivalled for his punishment, game, and milling on the retreat!-but, notwithstanding the above variety of qualifications, it has been reserved for BOB GREGSON, alone, from his union of PUGILISM and POETRY, to recount the deeds of his Brethren of the Fist in heroic verse, like the bards of old, sounding the praises of their warlike champions." The same author also adds, that "although not possessing the terseness and originality of Dryden, or the musical cadence and correctness of Pope, yet still BoB has entered into his peculiar subject with a characteristic energy and apposite spirit." Vol. i. p. 357.

This high praise of Mr. GREGSON's talents is fully borne out by the specimen which nis eulogist has given, page 358-a very spirited Chrint, or Nemean ode, entitled "British Lads and Blar r. Millers."

The connexion between poetical and pugnacious propensities seem to have been ingeniously adumbrated by the ancients, in the bow with which they armed Apollo:

Φοίβω γαρ και ΤΟΞΟΝ επιτρέπεται και ΑΟΙΔΗ.
Callimach. Hymn. in Apollin. v. 44.

The same mythological bard informs us that, when Minerva bestowed the gift of inspiration upon Tiresias, she also made him a present of a large cudgel:

Ao xx META BAKTPON:

another evident intimation of the congeniality sup posed to exist between the exercises of the Imagination and those of THE FANCY. To no one at the present day is the double wreath more justly due than to Mr. BOB GREGSON. In addition to his numerous original productions, he has condescended to give imitations of some of our living poets-particularly of Lord Byron and Mr. Moore; and the amatory style of the latter gentleman has been caught, with peculiar felicity, in the following lines, which were addressed, some years ago, to Miss GRACE MADDOX, a young Lady of pugilistic celebrity, of whom I have already made honourable mention in the Preface,

LINES

TO MISS GRACE MADDOX, THE FAIR PUGILIST.
Written in imitation of the style of Moore.
BY BOB GREGSON, P. P.

SWEET Maid of the Fancy!-whose ogles,' adorning
That beautiful cheek, ever budding like bowers,

ed Rats that attended the voyager.

-macies, et nova febrium

Terris incubuit cohors.

6tarda necessitas

Lethi corripuit gradum.

7 Expertus vacuum Dædalus aëra

Pennis non homini datis.

Hawks round Covent-Garden, 'mid cart-loads of flowers!

Oh Grace of the Graces! whose kiss to my lip
Is as sweet as the brandy and tea, rather thinnish,
That Knights of the Rumpad3 so rurally sip,

At the first blush of dawn, in the Tap of the Finish!"

1 Eyes.

2 By the trifling alteration of "dew" into "Jew," Mr. Gregson has contrived to collect the three chief ingredients

is particularly happy.-ED.

8 Nil mortalibus arduam est.

9 Cœlum ipsum petimus stultitia.

3 Highwaymen.

4 See Note, page 193. Brandy and tea is the favourite beverage at the Finish.