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the purpose. He was a black-nay, and called for his clothes. This did the black-and that was enough to not prognosticate great things of the kindle in our bosoms the enthusiasm Lily-white-but Richmond has often aforesaid. But softly. Let us attend told us, that he fought merely to try to our chronology.
what he could do with a good LonRichmond is the founder of the doner, (and Maddox was a good one) Sable or Lily-white School of Pugilism and that as was a mere trial-battle, -and though he is now hard upon he gave in as soon as he knew he had sixty, we would not advise Mr Hob- the best of it. This was at least inhouse, Mr Whitbread, or any other genious in Bill; and his subsequent rough young commoner, to take a battle with George, in which he turn up with him. Bill is a man of slaughtered him, inclines us to think good education, and has seen the that he, in some measure, spoke the world. He was born in the sixty- truth. His first public set-to in three, at a place called Cuckold's Point, London was with one Green a whipotherwise Richmond, near New York, maker, whom he did under the ten America, from which he took his minutes. Bill was now talked of as name. Mr Egan tells us, that he a formidable right-handed hitter—and was “ born under the auspices of a was matched on the 21st of May 1805, reverend divine of the name of Charl- with Youssop, a dangerous and heavy ton," an ambiguous expression, which Jew. Bill fought entirely at the face, leaves us in our simplicity, doubtful and in six rounds his opponent looked whether Dr Charlton acted on the oc- so queer, that his seconds did not casion as father, clergyman, or ac- think him produceableand our hero coucheur. The ambiguity is increased had the purse-ten guineas. Fletcher by the unfortunate juxta-position of Reid. now took Richmond by the the word “ Cuckold's Point.” A hand, and backed him against Jack question arises—was Dr Charlton, if Holmes the coachman, a boxer who really the father, a black-or is Rich- at that time had the whip-hand of all mond a Lily-white by the mother's the Jehus in town. It was a lively side. Endeavouring to forget this and severe battle-but coachie had no perplexing passage, we go on to state, chance after the sixth round-and that Richmond became valet to Colo. was dreadfully punished. Richmond nel Percy, (the late Duke of Nore was now near the top of the treethumberland) and on his arrival in and thought proper to fight Tom England was put to school, where be Crib. We have heard that fight desmade good progress in his studies, and cribed as a burlesque. Bill danced learnt to write a very fair hand for a about the ring for upwards of an hour, black man, as several letters to us, so that Tom could not make a single hit now in our possession, and which tell. At last he touched Lily-white on may probably see the light some day, the mouth, and on the mark, and Dr can testify. He served his appren- Charlton's son immediately gave in. It ticeship to a cabinet-maker in York- was in all respects a bad battlemand and distinguished himself in several was discreditable to both combatants. battles in that neighbourhood, with But as we have a sincere respect for both men heavier than himself by several Mr Richmond and Mr Crib, we shall stone. Docky Moore, the champion say no more about the matter. Bill of the 19th regiment-two crack-men next fought one Carter, a countryman of the Inniskillinsma fighting black- of great strength and weight, and who smith-Frank Meyers, a bagnio-bully had tried a taste of milling from Gul-and several others, fell beneath his ley and Jem Belcher, not without crearm. Mr Egan does not tell us what dit. In the fourth round, Richmond took him to London-but we remem- was levelled, in such good style, that ber that he was in the service of Lord it was thought he could not come Camelford, when he had his first again, and the odds rose to twenty to turn-up in town with George Mad- one on Carter. But our friend recodox. Bill was intimidated by the vered himself—and in twenty-five yelling of the mob on that occasion minutes cut Carter to pieces. He --more especially by the addresses soon afterwards kneaded the dough of of the ladies, married and unmare a seventeen stone baker; and took the ried-and on receiving a flush hit conceit out of Atkinson the Banbury on the eye in the 4th round, bolted Bargeman. It was now no easy maiter to find a customer for Richmond. mond's performances, it is evident, that At length, Isaac Wood the waterman, at Oxford he would have been a first entered the lists with Bill for a purse class man; and at Cambridge, probably of thirty guineas. We were present. senior wrangler. We scarcely see on It was a good and bloody battle. It what principle he could well be beat. was pleasant to see the cruel punish- His activity is miraculous. His bounds ment the waterman received for the are without bounds, boundless. His last ten rounds. His wife could not right arm is like a horse's leg ; that have known him. Bill was slightly is, it's blow like a kick of that quadrupinked on the left side of his nob, but ped. So what boxer, pray, seeing it his beauty was not at all spoiled-and is impossible to hit him, and impossihe kept laughing during the whole ble to avoid being hit by him, could, fight. At the close of one round, when with any safety, be matched against Bill had got his adversary on the ropes, the Lily-white ? he went over him in a summerset, in
Next to Richmond, the greatest a way that we do not remember to glory of the Sable School, unquestionhave seen practised either before or ably was Molineaux. He never was since. It caused much merriment.- so scientific a fighter as his masterBill next fought his old conqueror but his prodigious power put him at Maddox-and as we have said, beat once at the top of the tree. He was him, after a severe combat of fifty-two indeed what Milton or Egan would minutes. His next set-to was with call “ a grim feature” in pugilism. that promising boxer Jack Power, who He was descended, we are told, « from afterwards vanquished Carter, lately a warlike hero, who had been the conthe soi-disantchampion. The fight was quering pugilist in America,” and after in a room by candle-light—and in a slaughtering, with ease and affluence, a quarter of an hour Jack Power was prime Bristol lad, and Tom Tough, defeated ; at least, he was not ready who had fought Crib an hour, he was in time, and the thing was decided matched to fight the Champion. In against him. It was a pity that Jack that great battle, which, as all the Power died not long afterwards, for we world knows, was fought on the 18th still think that he and Richmond would December 1810, at Copthorn, Sussex, have made an excellent fight. Rich. -Crib was victorious. It is our inmond’s next battle was with Davies, a tention, on an early occasion, to enter young man of great strength and ac- at large into the merits of this contest tivity, and considerable science. The --and in spite of that odium which odds were in the Bargeman's favour at we well know we shall incur from setting to; and he fought well and some quarters of the highest respectaheroically; but losing temper, he bility, we shall not fear to speak the rushed on Bill's murderous right truth. hand, and was sacrificed within the “ Fiat justitia-ruat cælum.” half hour. It was now understood of the second battle, at Thisseltonthat Richmond had left the ring, gap, there never was but one opinion. being considerably upwards of fifty- The Black had no chance. But in the but he and Shelton, one of the most first--for the present, however, we formidable men on the list, having had refrain from entering into particulars. a private quarrel, a match was made, When we do speak out, let some peoand Richmond was again victorious. ple look to it. Verbum sapientibus.We were present. Shelton seemed to No good could arise to any one from be winning it easy to an unpractised tracing the decline and fall of Molieye—and a Cockney, lolling on the neaux, from the most formidable boxer grass beside is, offered us odds on that ever threw up his castor, down to Shelton, which we took. Bill's right a mere apology for a fighting man, hand, we saw, was at its work; and whom any tight stripling could have the navigator kept following him, great licked. When he fought Carter, he ass as he was, over the ring, till he fell was useless altogether-and two such like a log, at the end of every round, knavish poltroons never disgraced a and was carried away speechless, British ring. His fight with George while Ebony scarcely looked as if he Cooper, in Scotland, was somewhat had been a contributor-quite calm better-but his strength had left him and unruffled.
-his wind was thick as butter-his From this slight sketch of Riche side as soft as wheat-sheaves—and
his temper and courage destroyed alto- These are what Dr Parr would gether." Cooper, who, beautiful fight- call the Tria Lumina Nigrorum ; er as he is, could not have stood be- and we have little to say of the other fore him many rounds in the days of pugilists of the Sable' School. Sam his power, cut him up in seventeen Robinson is not to be sneezed at, and minutes ! Molineaux died a few years indeed an ugly customer, both literally ago in Ireland—miserably reduced. and figuratively. When last in Edin“So fades, so languishes, grows dim, and burgh, a Scotch mason fancied him, dies,
and a few of us made up a small purse All that the ring is proud of.”
for them to contend for. Sam had it We beg leave just to ask, where is all his own way, and in fifteen mithe twelve-stone man who could have nutes “ accomplished his object.” If fought Richmond ten or twelve years the mason was indeed a crack Edinago? He himself used to say, that he burgh boxer, Scotland is behind the was willing to fight any twelve-stone rest of the world several centuries in man in England, except Jem Belcher. pugilism. Sam floored him perpetuJem, indeed, would have tickled his ally, and beat his face to a jelly, withtoby for him in a brief space—but he out getting a scratch. Of the fight bewas a match, in good truth, for any tween Sam and Cooper, of which such other pugilist of or about that weight a flaming account is given in Boxiana, in England. As for Molineaux-with- we beg leave just to say, that it was out entering upon a subject which we no fight at all, but a manifest cross, have pledged ourselves to discuss most and that Cooper ought not to have lent fully before long-who, it may be himself to such a match, being able to well asked, could have fought him, fight half a dozen such fellows as Sam, had he been regularly bred to boxing any morning before breakfast. No in Europe-had he taken to training such battle as that recorded in Boxikindly, which in the captain's hands ana, between Sam and one Fangil, ever be would have done
had he met with took place, but we are sorry to say universal encouragement before and that we, and not Mr Egan, are to during the battle, and had he led a blame for its insertion, as we sent regular life? We answer, nobody. We the account of the fight to a provincial suspect that our opinion coincides with newspaper-by way of a bam. Stephenthat of Mr Egan.
son, the black, is a bad one. Young Since Richmond and Molineaux Massa, whom wesaw lick Caleb Baldwin left the ring, Sutton is the best in spite of his heart, has gone the way black we have; and some good judges of all flesh we suppose. Of the new prefer him, but absurdly, to both American black wholately fought Fred. those heroes. He is a fierce, boney, Strong, the Hampshire blacksmith, we overshadowing fighter, of six foot know nothing. And there are, we three, and his arms are tremendous. know, a number of other members of In his first battle with Painter, he the Sable School, who thump their thrashed that gentlemanly pugilist way respectably through the kingdom, to his heart's content. In his second dangerous to Johnny Raws, and not conflict he was defeated. Painter had to be meddled with rashly by young fed too well on the Norfolk fowls. gentlemen amateurs ; ugly customers His condition was so high, that it enough in a country ball-room, and might be called unfair condition. Sut- tamers of turnpike men; but who, ton is none the worse for wear. Painter, nevertheless, could not stand half a we suspect, is. And if they ever fight dozen rounds before a good London again, we back the sable warrior for fighter. a leg of mutton and trimmings.
LETTER FROM JAMES HOGG TO HIS REVIEWER. Sieg-Had your article contained no- these are matters concerning which, I thing but sarcasms upon the vulgari- am pretty well satisfied, the world ty of my style, and the coarseness of will not be inclined to pin its faith on my taste, I should most undoubtedly the sleeve of any Edinburgh Reviewer have passed it over altogether, because – far less of such an Edinburgh Re
* See the Review of Hogg's Jacobite Relies in the Edinburgh Review, No 67. p. 148. VOL. VIII.
viewer as you appear to be. More the contrary, that he is one of the most
than the apophthegm-Yet what did
and detain me! The man, the patriot, Well, sir, I suppose we must just the Christian, all were roused within take enough of Balaam to make out me-and FRIENDSHIP was not awant- the rest of this column,"—and so it is ing to unite her voice with that of done. Accounts of " enormous turphilanthropy, loyalty, and religion.- nips grown within a gentleman's garIn a word, I had joined the standard den in Surrey"-reports of a “ new beneath whose auspices the old tyran- mermaid” having been discovered “
“in ny of the Edinburgh Review was Orkney'-particulars of the private doomed (well I foresaw that issue) to life of Bonaparte at St Helena"-"cube levelled in the dust ; and from that rious meteorological facts”- “ distreshour I threw away the scabbard.- sing accidents in Ireland”-“ horrible I did not, indeed, expect that the murder near Rouen”—“spirited behaspirit of warfare would have been al- viour of Henry Brougham, Esq. M.P.” lowed to radiate its influences quite so “ charitable disposition of her late mawidely as it has done. I did not ex- jesty"_"mummy”—“ Roman coins peet-but what matters it to rip up' discovered near the Watling Street, old sores? Enough-I knew what Ï “labourer's wife delivered of three male had to look for—had I met with bet- children"-"singular coincidence,"&c. ter I would not have been ungrateful &c. &c. these are all the sorts of things -as it is, I have no reason and no in- that come under the Balaam departelination to complain of any thing ! ment of a newspaper. It is the same have personally sustained at the hand in the best works, and therefore it is of Mr Jeffrey. I have done what I no disgrace to the Edinburgh Review thought and think my duty, and I that it also should contain a whacking have formed my opinion for myself. proportion of Balaam ; but it is a disLet him lay his hand on his heart and grace to such a work that it should say, (if he can) “so have I.” stoop to receive even its Balaam at the
Mr Jeffrey, Í shall always think and hands of such people as Mr Macculalways say, is a GENTLEMAN, and loch of the Scotsman (the great corntherefore it would be the last thing I bill genius)—Mr Macvey of the Supwould think of to provoke any quarrel plement (Lord Bacon's fly, as he is with him ; yet I must take leave to called now), or the illustrious Reviewer express my opinion, that if he was de- of my Jacobite Relics. termined to have his old acquaintance The whole of the first part of your dressed in his Review, he should have article, sir, is clearly taken out of the taken care to put me into hands of old Balaam-box, and inserted here some decency and civility—not into with no greater propriety than it the paws of such an illiterate clumsy might have been in any other part of booby as you. Who you are I know any Whiggish journal. To hear the Dot; nor, unless you be one of the low very name of any one stedfast, rational, Scotsman crew, or perhaps Macvey liberal-minded Tory mentioned, is Napier, can I even presume to form a enough, I well know, to turn the guess as to the probability of that de- sweetest of Whig beverages into vinelicate point. In either of these sup- gar" at the moment of its concoction. positions, I confess I can, as matters That is no news. What then must stand, see nothing altogether unlikely, be your vexation when you have put although the day has been when I into your hands a book—and a popushould have been loath, very loath in- lar book-full of Toryism-honest, deed, to believe Mr Jeffrey capable of open, avowed Toryism-such as mine? contaminating his Journal by admit- One would acquire the financial geniting the productions of any such scrib
us of a Brougham to calculate the exblers within its cover. I well know act amount of the spleen set into mo(and so does every body that ever tion on such an occasion. For me-I stepped into a printing office) that a do not pretend to hazard even the recertain proportion of what is techni- motest conjecture concerning it. It cally ealled BALAAM must go to fill up is well that it should be so-you all the pages of every periodical work, from have spleen, and on such occasions your the Scotsman to the Edinburgh Review spleen must effervesce; it is right and inclusive. In setting up a newspaper, proper that you should allow it to effor example, when there is any dearth fervesce, otherwise it would burst you. of public or private intelligence of in- The Review is the safety-valve which terest, the foresman says to the editor, keeps you in existence, and why should