Pugilistica: The History of British Boxing, Volume 3 (of 3): Containing Lives of the Most Celebrated Pugilists; Full Reports of Their Battles from Contemporary Newspapers, With Authentic Portraits, Personal Anecdotes, and Sketches of the Principal Patrons of the Prize Ring, Forming a Complete History of the Ring from Fig and Broughton, 1719-40, to the Last Championship Battle Between King and Heenan, in December 1863Miles, Henry Downes
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Pugilistica: The History of British Boxing, Volume 3 (of 3): Containing Lives of the Most Celebrated Pugilists; Full Reports of Their Battles from Contemporary Newspapers, With Authentic Portraits, Personal Anecdotes, and Sketches of the Principal Patrons of the Prize Ring, Forming a Complete History of the Ring from Fig and Broughton, 1719-40, to the Last Championship Battle Between King and Heenan, in December 1863
Miles, Henry Downes
Boxing
During the Deaf’un’s absence some pretentious “big ones” had been
coming into prominent notice. Bendigo, Ben Caunt, and Brassey had
become famous, and not a few of their several partisans thought either
one or the other more than a match for the Deaf’un. It was whispered,
too, and too truly, that his rupture had been aggravated by an
accident, and that his habits in America had not been such as would
improve his constitution or stamina. Indeed, some of those deepest in
Ring mysteries declared his reappearance in the Ring more than
questionable. The gallant fellow himself had no such misgivings, and
lost no time in so telling his countrymen.
“THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF ENGLAND.
“_To the Editor of_ ‘BELL’S LIFE IN LONDON.’
“SIR,――When I was in Yankeeshire I heard a great deal about
‘would-be champions’ challenging any man in England. ‘While
the cat’s away the mice will play;’ and thus the little fry
took advantage of my absence to bounce and crow like cocks
in a gutter. I hastened back to take the shine out of those
braggadocios; and to put their pretensions to the test, I
beg to state that I am now ready to fight any man in England
for from One Hundred to Five Hundred Pounds; and as my old
friend Jem Ward has retired from the Ring, if he will add
his Champion’s belt to the prize, and let the best man wear
it, he will give new energies to the Ring, and, I trust,
afford an opportunity for deciding the long-contested
question, ‘Who is Champion of England?’ I bar neither
country nor colour――age nor dimensions; and whether it be
the Goliath Caunt, or his hardy antagonist Bendigo, or any
other man who ever wore a head, I am his customer, and ‘no
mistake.’ My money is ready at Jem Burn’s, the ‘Queen’s
Head,’ Queen’s Head Court, Windmill Street, Haymarket, at a
moment’s notice; but I will not consent to a less deposit
that £25 at starting. If I find the race of old English
boxers of the right kidney is extinct, I shall go back to
America, where an honest man need never want ‘a friend or a
bottle.’
“DEAF BURKE.
“Windmill Street, Haymarket, July 29, 1838.”
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