but from the SENTIMENTS excited by the contemplation and cultivation of such practices." In support of which doctrines may be added, the undaunted and persevering traits of a SHAW (the life-guardsman and pugilistic champion) at the memorable epoch in the history of nations, the great battle at Waterloo, so pointedly described by that illustrious poet, Anacreon Moore :

"Oh, shade of the cheesemonger! you who, alas! Doubled up by the dozen those Mounseers in brass, On that great day of milling when blood lay in lakes, When KINGS held the bottle, and EUROPE the stakes!"

"I was preparing to say 'Good night,' after handing the young lady down stairs at the Opera House, when her brother, with the pleasant freedom of an old acquaintaince, pressed me to take a sandwich in St. James's Street, and as his sentiments, as far as they had been communicated, agreed with mine, I accepted his invitation with the same frankness with which it was made. The female between us, we proceeded along Pall Mall; and turning up St. James's Street, two men, apparently in a state of intoxication, reeled out of an entry, and attempted to seize hold of the lady, who at that moment was unguarded on the right hand, her brother being a few paces in the rear. The street, as far as we could distinguish, was unoccupied, not even the voice of a watchman interrupted the solemn silence; but the moon shone with resplendent lustre, and my new friend, alarmed by his sister's screams, with the swiftness of a feathered Mercury, flew along the pavement, and with one blow, laid the foremost of our assailants in the kennel. I was the more surprised at this, because his stature did not exceed five feet, and from the view I had of him, I was not prepared for uncommon strength. Our enemies were seemingly tall, raw-boned coal-heavers, and though one of them was for the moment rendered incapable, our case appeared so desperate, that to the lady's cries, I added a call for the watch; but my companion, nothing daunted, bade me take care of his sister, and fear nothing: 'for,' continued he, if I cannot manage such rascals as these, I deserve to be d-d. The second ruffian, seeing his fellow on the ground, resumed his sobriety, and aimed a blow at me, but in so clumsy a manner, that I not only avoided it, but preserved my fair charge from harm; on which our little champion rushed forward, received the blow on the point of his elbow, and returned another in the pit of the stomach, which so staggered the wretch, that he reeled several paces, and finally tumbled headlong into an area, at least three yards deep. What I have employed so many words in relating was the work of a moment. Having taught his foes to bite the ground, our skilful champion seized hold of his sister's disengaged arm, and not suffering the grass to grow under our feet, we arrived in safety at his house.

"This anecdote will, I think, establish the USEFULNESS OF PUGILISM; had my friend been as little knowing in the science as his adversaries, very dreadful might have been the consequences, because might in that case would have overcome right, unless the fellows would have had patience to wait till he ran home for his sword; and then, indeed, he might have killed them in a gentleman-like

manner.

66 Every thing has its uses and its abuses. But, though this be granted, shall we neglect the use, because it may possibly bring the abuse along with it! I have heard declaimers against the science of bruising say, 'that a knowledge of SELF-DEFENCE makes people quarrelsome.' If I may speak, from very limited experience, I think the contrary. I was well acquainted with PERRINS, and never in my life saw a more harmless, quiet, inoffensive being. I have the pleasure of knowing GULLEY :-yes, reader-the pleasure! I would rather know him than many Sir Byllis and Sir Dillys, and he is neither quarrelsome, turbulent, nor overbearing.

"One evening, I accompanied honest JACK EMERY to a tavern in Carey-street, kept by JOHN GULLEY. As we passed along, Emery said, 'You conceive, I dare say, Romney, that I am going to introduce you into a society of rogues and pick-pockets, and if you can compound for the loss of your purse and handkerchief, it will be a lucky escape; but rest assured you are mistaken-Gulley's house is, of course, open to all descriptions, but the majority of his customers are people of reputation and respectability.'

"This account, I confess, was some relief to my mind, where á considerable degree of prejudice existed against prize-fighters, and the houses they frequent. GULLEY was unfortunately from home, but CRIB, the champion of England, was officiating as his locum-tenens, and handing about pots of porter and grog with persevering industry. Mrs. GULLEY, a neat little woman, civil and attentive, superintended the business of the bar; where, through Emery's interest, for I found he was in high favor, we obtained leave to sit. CRIB uncorked and decanted, but could not give us his company (which to me, as a novitiate in such scenes, would have been a treat) owing to the business of the house, which he seemed to pursue much to its master's interest. CRIB, who had obtained popularity by his prowess, was originally a coal-heaver, and has several brothers in the same employment: he is sturdy and stout built, about five and twenty, stands five feet eight inches, clumsy in appearance, rather hard featured, with a profile not unlike Cooke the tragedian. is, I believe, a good-natured, quiet fellow, and after we had detained him a few minutes in conversation, "Well," said Emery, “what do you think of the greatest man in his way, or perhaps any other can boast? for GULLEY has altogether declined the business."

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LORD BYRON'S TASTE FOR BOXING. Among the least romantic (says his Lordhip's biographer, Mr. Moore), perhaps, of the exercises in which he took delight was that of boxing or sparring. This taste it was that, at a very early period, brought him acquainted with the distinguished professor of that art, Mr. Jackson, for whom he continued through life to entertain the sincerest regard, -one of his latest works containing a most cordial tribute, not only to the professional, but social qualities of this sole prop and ornament of pugilism. During his stay at Brighton this year, Jackson was one of his most constant visitors, the expense of the professor's chaise thither and back being always defrayed by his noble patron. He also honored with his notice, at this time, D'Egville, the balletmaster, and Grimaldi, to the latter of whom he sent, as I understand, on one of his benefit nights, a present of five guineas.

Having been favored by Mr. Jackson with copies of the few notes and letters, which he has preserved out of the many addressed to him by Lord Byron, I shall here lay before the reader one or two, which-bear the date of the present year, and which, though referring to matters of no interest in themselves, give, perhaps, a better notion of the actual life and habits of the young poet, at this time, than could be afforded by the most elaborate, and in other respects important correspondence. They will show, at least, how very little akin to romance were the early pursuits and associates of the author of Childe Harold, and, combined with what we know of the still less romantic youth of Shakspeare, prove how unhurt the vital principle of genius can preserve itself even in atmospheres apparently the most ungenial and noxious to it.

TO MR. JACKSON.

"N. A. Notts, Sept. 18, 1808. "Dear Jack,-I wish you would inform me what has been done by Jekyll, at No. 40, Sloane-square, concerning the pony I returned as unsound.

"I have also to request you will call on Louch at Brompton, and inquire what the devil he meant by sending such an insolent letter to me at Brighton; and at the same time tell him I by no means can comply with the charge he has made for things pretended to be damaged.

"Ambrose behaved most scandalously about the pony. You may tell Jekyll if he does not refund the money, I shall put the

However singular it may appear, it is true, that on the morning of the funeral of his mother, having declined following the remains himself, he stood looking, from the abbey door, at the procession, till the whole had moved off; then turning to young Rushton, who was the only person left besides himself, he desired him to fetch the sparring-gloves, and proceeded to his usual exercise with the boy. He was silent and abstracted all the time, and, as if from an effort to get the better of his feelings, threw more violence, Rushton thought, into his blows than was his habit; but, at last, the struggle seeming too much for him, he flung away the gloves, and retired to his room."

The late Lord Byron, to use a sporting phrase, "set-to" with the gloves better than most gentlenen, leaving noblemen entirely out of the question. He was fond of sparring as a science; he also admired it as a manly, noble art-an art that taught him the value of self-defence, and to support the true character of an Englishman,wit hout resorting to the aid of the dagger, pistol, ball, or any other deadly weapon. He was likewise attached to sparring as an exercise, in which he was well assured had its advantages towards the promotion of health, cheerfulness, and long life. His Lordship, like his poetry, always entered into the spirit of the thing;— he viewed boxing as a national propensitya stimulus to true courage; and, like the most illustrious personage in the kingdom, he was not afraid of witnessing a fight in the prize ring. In setting-to, his lordship was never afraid of meeting the attack, but, on the contrary, he received with coolness from his antagonist, and returned upon his opponent with all the vigour and confidence of a master of the art. If his Lordship was not a DON JUAN in every part that he undertook, he nevertheless must be viewed in the character of a hero; a common-place situation in any department of life would not suit the enlarged mind of the author of "Childe Harold." Lord Byron saw things in a very different light from most other men; and, with all his errors, his premature death was an immense loss to his country. His Lordship soared above the humbug, sant, and prejudice of his day; and in the most laudable manner he exposed hypocrisy wherever it crossed his path, and, rather unlike the "privileged order" to which he belonged, he appeared quite at his ease, and made himself as comfortable and agreeable in the humble dwelling of an acquaintance to those he saw around him as if he had been sojourning in the loftiest palace in the kingdom. Lord Byron admired abili'y

in every shape; his Lordship was a man of the world, and not that fastidious sort of personage to view men, as it were, through a microscope, to obtain a knowledge of their feelings and manners. He mixed with society in all its different shades; he heard men talk according to their situations in life; he saw their gestures, and he listened to their opinions, as a kind of finger post to become acquainted with the various traits of human nature; he warmly supported his brother poet's idea:

"That a man 's a man for a' and a' that." The late Lord Byron has been seen with several other first-rate characters in the veteran Tom Cribb's house enjoying his glass of wine,and conversing upon subjects connected with the sporting world, in the most animated style; indeed, his lordship was well aware that an author whose intentions were to display something like ORIGINALITY in his writings, ought to view every thing in the different walks of life with the most marked attention. The movements of mankind were very important features in the "tablet of his memory,' and to be treasured up with advantage to himself, in order to be improved upon at his leisure, and made known to the public at some future period of his existence, with all the embellishments of a superior artist, after "he manner of

"The poet's eye in a fine phrensy rolling."

As a proof of the above assertion, it should seem that Lord Byron was most anxious to establish himself in the opinion of the world as a painter of real life that his likenesses

were correct to a shade, and likewise his
characters on the canvas should discover their
own natural dialogue, without the aid of art.
His Lordship, to show his versatility of
talent, and his intimate knowledge of the
various grades of society, had no objection
now and then to give the "sublime and beau-
tiful" touches of his pen a holiday, that he
might descend a few steps from his high
abode in the literary world, even with pro-
priety, as a writer on men and manners,
amidst the lowest of the "low folks,
to describe some "doings," with a pecu-
liarity of touch; exhibiting a fidelity of
research; and sanctioned by the glowing
colours of truth. The following quotation
from the poem of Don Juan, Canto XI., stanza
19, and notes, will amply suffice :-

"He from the world had cut off a great man
Who in his time had made heroic bustle;
Who in a row, like Tom, could lead the van,
Booze in the ken, or at the spell-ken hustle!

Who queer a FLAT! Who (spite of Bow-street's ban) On the high toby-spice so flash the muzzle ; Who on a lark, with black-eyed Sal (his blowing) So prime, so well, so smutty, and so knowing!* *If there be any gemman so ignorant as to require a traduction, I refer him to my old friend and corporeal pastor and master, John Jackson, Esq., professor of pugilism; who, I trust, still retains the strength and symmetry of his model of a form, together with his good humour, and athletic as well as mental acomplishments.

The advance of science and of language nas rendered it unnecessary to translate the above good and true English, spoken in its original purity by the select mobility and their patrons. The following is a stanza of a song which was very popular, at least in my early days:

"On the high toby-spree flash the muzzle
In spite of each gallows old scout,
If you at the spell kin can't hustle

You'll be hobbled in making a clout.
Then your blowing will wax gallows haughty,
When she hears of your scaly mistake,
She'll surely turn smitch for the forty,

That her Jack may be regular weight."

N. B. In accordance with the above wish of the late Lord Byron, although at the distance of several years since Don Juan made its appearance before the public, the numerous friends in the sporting world of Mr. Jackson will be pleased to hear that he does retain his good humour, and athletic as well as mental accomplishments; the following letter having been lately received by the editor of the "BOOK OF SPORTS."

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crack article in the regions of fun and laughter, and some of the literary pirates of the day having made an attempt to rob TOMMY Tucker of the merit due to his song, we are induced more especially, on that account, to give publicity to it, that TOMMY may enjoy the crack of his own composition.

SONG.

There was a man, named Daniel Dabb,
(A hapless man was he),
Who sometime lived in a sea-port,
But it was not Portsea.
He dealt in fish and mended shoes,
But could not make it do,
Although he sometimes sold a fish,
And sometimes soled a shoe.

So of a quack he learned to bleed,
And draw teeth with precision,
And as he knew the heeling art,
He set up as physician.

He took a cellar, which you know
Is always under ground,
And sometimes heel'd a pair of shoes,
And sometimes heal'd a wound.
'By fish and shoes and drugs,' said he,
'I hope I shall rise higher,
For by a cellar I can't live,

Unless I have a buyer.

On wealth I've staked my all and last,
And trust that I shall win it,
For if a tray of trades won't win,
1 think the deuce is in it.'

But people would not have teeth drawn,
Because it gave them pain;

And bleeding, when folks will not bleed,
You know is all in vein,
One day, when at his cellar-head
He sat with doleful face,

A servant maid came up to him,
And asked him for a plaice.

He'd herrings shotten, though not shot,
That shone like any gem,

And though he placed them all in rows,
Roes had no place in them.

Says Sue, they are all skin and scales,
And full of bones within ;'

Says he, I've mussels without bones,
And very little skin!

Says Sue, 'they're poison, though I own
That I for some with soy long;

And as for poison I've heard say,
The French call all fish poisson.
But I should like a little fish.'

Says Dan, I ve no white bait;
And as the eels are slippery things,
You'd better take a skate.'

'Oh no, a plaice I want, 'says Sue:'
Says Dan, this is the case,
Because I was not out in time,
You see I'm out of plaice.'
'Indeed,' says Sue, 'why so am I,
My mistress wants one stronger;
And though she says I am too short,
She does not want me longer.'

If that's the case, dear Sue,' says Dan, 'Why something must be done So as we two are out of place,

Why let us two make one.

To mend folk's shoes, and serve them fish,
Some want of help I feels;

So while I drive nails in their toes,
Why you can skin your eels.

'Oh, no,' says Sue, that will not do!
I'll find some other work;

For since you are a mussel-mar.
You'd use me like a Turk.

So off she ran, and left poor Dan

A disappointed elf;

And when he'd cried fish all that day,
At night he cried himself.

In spite of the doctor's well-known confidence, he was to be managed-and he was frequently defeated against his will, when he least expected it: although eccentric to the very echo of eccentricity, yet the eccentric man had the best chance with him in overcoming his peculiarities: the blunt man often got the better of the doctor's rudeness; and the bold hero, something after the manner of "Greek to Greek," more than once or twice proved his master. The following incidents will illustrate his eccentricity. A jolly-hearted fox-hunter in the neighbourhood of Doncaster, one of those choice-spirits who had lived rather "too fast" for his constitution-devoted to his lass and his glass-fond of his dog and his gunand "Yoicks! hark forward, tally ho!" to him far sweeter sounds than Braham's 'Beautiful maid'-felt himself out of sorts-in other words, he could not tell what was the matter with him; he therefore consulted the Bolus of the place, of whom the whole parish declared no man could better

Gild a pill,
Make a bill,

Or bleed or blister!

But the country apothecary, with all his Caleb Quotem sort of talent, proved of no use to the fox-hunter; the complaint of the latter got worse and worse, and he was determined to consult, without any more delay, one of the faculty in London. Abernethy was pointed out to him as most likely to make him hearty again; but, at the same time, it was intimated to him the reception he would probably meet with on making his bow. "Never mind," said he," if I do not prove myself a match for the doctor, may my mare refuse the first leap she comes to; may I never again be in at the death." On stating the nature of his complaint to Abernethy, the latter replied, "Sir, the sooner you go back, the better; you have come on a fool's errand. I am no doctor." The fox-hunter, in great surprise, observed, "Perhaps, Sir, I have mistaken the house; and if I have intruded myself into your company I am sorry for it. May I ask, Sir, is your name Abernethy?" "Yes," replied the doctor, Abernethy is my name." "Abernethy, and no doctor!" said the fox-hunter; "but I have been told you are a joker-though a joke to a man who has come 200 miles is rather too much out of place for him to relish it!" "Joke or

no joke," answered Abernethy, "you will find I am no doctor; and the sooner you quit my

house the better," (getting up to ring the bell for the servant.) "Hear me, doctor Abernethy," replied the fox-hunter (pulling out his purse at the same time), "I have not much knowledge it is true, but I trust I have too much sense to put my purse in competition with my constitution; therefore, name your fee, and, be it great or small, I will give it to you. That you are a doctor, and a man of great skill, Fame reports all over the kingdom: your talents have induced me to travel 200 miles expressly for your advice; therefore none of your tricks upon travellers. I will not be disappointed! Advice I come for-and advice I will have !" (running immediately up to the door, locking it, and putting the key into his pocket.) He then held out his wrist to the doctor. "You will have advice," echoed the doctor in a rage, "Insolent man! not from me. I again tell you that I am no physician." The fox-hunter, putting himself in a boxing attitude, advanced towards Mr. Abernethy, and, in an offensive manner, exclaimed, “Then, by G-I will make a doctor of you; and if you do not feel my pulse without any more equivocation, I will feel yours, and also administer to you some points of my practice. I will likewise give you an emetic, without the smallest particle of physic in it, that shall make you sick for a month." The doctor, retreating, said, with astonishment, "What are you about? Are you going to strike me?" 66 Yes," replied the fox-hunter, "I am as cool as a cucumber: and nothing shall stop me in my pursuit: dangers I fear not; and to leap over a steeple is a trifling concern to me when the game is in view; therefore, I again repeat, feel my pulse, or else- The doctor immediately laid hold of his arm, and in a sort of whisper, as the players have it, aside-exclaimed-" and a d--d strong pulse it is!" then, in a louder tone, suppose I had not felt your pulse-what then?" "Why," replied the foxhunter, with a most determined look attached to the expression, "I would have run you down sooner than I would a fox: and have made you more timid than a hare, before you could have sung out for the assistance of either of the colleges." "The devil you would," said the doctor; "nevertheless, I admire your candour; and I am not at all disposed to quarrel with your bluntness; and as you have been so extremely explicit with me, I will render myself as perfectly intelligible to you, and also with as much sincerity. Your pulse tells me that you are a far greater beast than the horse you ride; indeed the animal is the most preferable character of the two by comparison-your horse feels the spur and attends to it; the whip to him is not applied in vain; and he eats, drinks, and takes his rest more like a rational being than his master. While, on the contrary, the man with a mind, or at least who ought to possess something like the exercise of intellect, is all excess-he drinks to excess -he eats to excess-he hunts to excess-he smokes to excess." "Bravo, doctor, nay more,

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my friend," replied the fox-hunter, quite pleased, "only say that my pulse has been abused, but not worn out-that I shall once more be upon the right scent, and that the effects of training will enable me again to enjoy the view halloo !' accompanied by rosy health, and I will be yours, &c., for ever-I will do any thing, I will apologise to you—" "Retract one word that you have uttered," suppressing a smile, answered the doctor, " and I will be dumb! and you will lose that advice you almost fought to obtain: first, buy my book, then let nature be your principal guide in future, and when you are at fault, Mr. Fox-hunter, consult page —, and you will be able to decide upon your own case." 66 Buy your book?" said the fox-hunter, "aye, that I will; and I should think it cheap, if it cost as much as Rees's Cyclopædia. I will purchase it in a canter, and it shall be as bible-proof to me for the remainder of my life." “Do then, and make your exit without delay-1 have lost too much time already," answered the doctor. I am off like a shot," replied the fox-hunter, "but the first toast I shall propose at the club on my return home, will be 'Long life to Dr. Abernethy.' "Fox-hunter, farewell!" said the doctor, Remember that your horse is your example-drink only when you are drysatisfy your hunger when it requires it-and when Nature points it out to you, take rest!" The fox-hunter behaved liberally as to the fee -they shook hands together like men who had a respect for each other-the doctor being perfectly satisfied that his patient belonged to that class of persons who are vulgarly denominated "rum customers;" and the fox-hunter did not quit the house of Mr. Abernethy, without being equally impressed that the doctor was one of those extraordinary men not to be met with amongst 20,000 human beings !— Metropolitan Mag.

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LOVE OF BEARS.

It has been observed, with a great deal of truth, that "one man's meat is another man's poison," and the same assertion might be made respecting the difference of taste and attachment. In the recently published Tour, by Captain Frankland, in his visit to the courts of Sweden and Russia, he observes, that "Count Ottermann was more remarkable for his love of bears than of the fine arts. It is related of him, that when he gave a great dinner, he used to cause to be placed behind the chairs of his guests, a bear, which thrusting his shaggy head over the shoulder of the conrire, would growl out his supplications for food, and extend his pawless stumps (for he was mutilated to prevent mischief) towards the table. How strange that a man, who ought to have passed his days in the caverns of the Orsine species, should have built and lived in a palace of marble and gold! This is, indeed, barbarous magnifi

cence."