It was then moved and seconded――“That if Jem Ward refuses to fight Deaf Burke for £200, he shall no longer be considered Champion of England, but that Burke shall assume the title, until bound to yield to a man of greater merit.” This resolution was also carried unanimously. These resolutions are certainly in the spirit of common sense, and if Ward’s situation in life placed him above the necessity of considering himself any longer a member of the Ring, it was no more than fair――as in the case of the veteran Tom Cribb and his successor Tom Spring――that he should retire; a step which certainly could not have stripped him of any of the honours to which he had previously entitled himself. The disappointed Deaf’un now repaired to Liverpool, and departing thence, like another Childe Harold, “he sung, or might, or could, or should, or would have sung”:―― “Adieu! Adieu! My native shore Fades o’er the waters blue; The night-wind sighs, the breakers roar, Load shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun, that’s setting o’er the sea, We’ll follow in its flight; Farewell awhile to it and thee―― My native land――Good night! “With thee, my bark, I’ll swiftly go, Athwart the foaming brine, Nor care what land thou bear’st me to, So not again to mine. And if in Western land I find A worthy foe in fight, My conquering brow with bays I’ll bind―― So, native land――Good night!” And so “Childe Burke” did, after a pleasant tour, in which he always spoke as receiving warm welcome and hospitality from the Americans; although, as we shall presently see, upon the unanswerable testimony of their own papers, the _perfervidum ingenium_ of certain emigrant Hibernian rowdies proved the prudence of Burke’s friends when they declined a contest on the Curragh of Kildare. After a brief stay in New York, where he was well received, Burke did not find any regular “professional” inclined to test his pugilistic capabilities, and, after duly acknowledging the good spirit in which he had been received, he announced, that, in compliance with “a vaunting challenge in a New Orleans paper, in which O’Rourke was stated to be resident in that city, and ready to meet any man in the world,” he, the Deaf’un, had determined on a southward trip, and to drop down on Mr. O’Rourke on the scene of his glory. As the Deaf’un always meant what he said, and, himself unconscious of foul play, did not suspect it in others, he sailed for the city of swamps and slavery. He had reckoned, in his simplicity, that a stranger would have fair play, as with Englishmen, but soon found out his egregious mistake. As we desire the character of an impartial historian, we shall merely extract the account of this affair from the _Charleston Courier_ of May 13th, 1837 which gives the account under date of New Orleans, May 6th:――