The name of the Gas, on Thursday, December 5, 1821, proved attractive to the fancy at the Tennis Court in the Haymarket. The “Gas” was loudly called for, when the Master of the Ceremonies, with a grin on his mug, said, “It shall be turned on immediately.” Hickman, laughing, ascended the steps, made his bow, and put on the gloves, but did not take off his flannel jacket. Shelton followed close at his heels, when the combat commenced. The spirit and activity displayed by the Gas claimed universal attention: he was as lively as an eel, skipped about with the agility of a dancing master, and his decided mode of dealing with his opponent was so conspicuous that it seemed to say to the amateurs, “Look at me; you see I am as confident as if it was over.” The hitting was not desperate on either side, except in one instance, when the Gas let fly as if he had forgotten himself. Both Shelton and Hickman were loudly applauded. The details of the exciting contest between our hero and Neat, on Tuesday, December 11, 1821, will be found in the memoir of NEAT. It came off sixty-seven miles from London, on Hungerford Downs, and produced perhaps in its progress and results as great an excitement as any contest on record. Neat and the Gas-light Man met at Mr. Jackson’s rooms on Friday, December 15, when they shook hands without animosity. Neat generously presented Hickman with £5. The latter afterwards acknowledged that Neat was too long for him, and that, in endeavouring to make his hits tell he over-reached himself, and was nearly falling on his face. Hickman also compared the severe hit he received on his right eye to a large stone thrown at his head, which stunned him. Neat was afraid to make use of his right hand often, in consequence of having broken his thumb about ten weeks before, and it was very painful and deficient in strength during the battle. “ON THE DEFEAT OF HICKMAN. “The flaming accounts of the Gas are gone by, As smoke when ’tis borne by the breeze to the sky, The ‘retorts’ of brave Neat have blown up his fame, And clouded the lustre that beamed from his name. His ‘pipes’ may be sound, and his courage still burn, But Neat to its ‘service’ has given ‘the turn;’ The Fancy may long be illumed by his art, And ‘the coal’ that is sported due ardour impart; Yet never again can his light be complete, Now sullied and dimmed by the ‘feelers’[21] of Neat.”