Being a Person of insatiable Curiosity, I could not forbear going on _Wednesday_ last to a Place of no small Renown for the Gallantry of the lower Order of _Britons_, namely, to the Bear-Garden at _Hockley in the Hole_; where (as a whitish brown Paper, put into my Hands in the Street, inform'd me) there was to be a Tryal of Skill to be exhibited between two Masters of the Noble Science of Defence, at two of the Clock precisely. I was not a little charm'd with the Solemnity of the Challenge, which ran thus: "_I_ James Miller, _Serjeant, (lately come from the Frontiers of_ Portugal) _Master of the Noble Science of Defence, hearing in most Places where I have been of the great Fame of_ Timothy Buck _of_ London, _Master of the said Science, do invite him to meet me, and exercise at the several Weapons following,_ viz. _Back-Sword_, _Single Falchon_, _Sword and Dagger_, _Case of Falchons_, _Sword and Buckler_, _Quarter-Staff_." If the generous Ardour in _James Miller_ to dispute the Reputation of _Timothy Buck_, had something resembling the old Heroes of Romance, _Timothy Buck_ return'd Answer in the same Paper with the like Spirit, adding a little Indignation at being challenged, and seeming to condescend to fight _James Miller_, not in regard to _Miller_ himself, but in that, as the Fame went out, he had fought _Parkes_ of _Coventry_. The Acceptance of the Combat ran in these Words: "_I_ Timothy Buck _of_ Clare-Market, _Master of the Noble Science of Defence, hearing he did fight Mr._ Parkes _of_ Coventry, _will not fail (God willing) to meet this fair Inviter at the Time and Place appointed, desiring a clear Stage and no Favour._ Vivat Regina."