To which four articles both parties assented. His Grace stripped off his coat, which was scarlet, trimmed with broad gold lace, when his Lordship’s second stepped in to unbutton his Grace’s waistcoat, to see justice done to the cause he had espoused; on which, with some indignation, his Grace replied, “Do you take me to be a person of so little honour!” The same ceremony was performed on his Lordship, who had already pulled off his coat, which was crimson, with broad silver lace, and both the combatants being ready, Lord B—— added, “Now, if it please your Grace, come on.” His Grace fired and missed, but my Lord B——, perhaps from more experience, and knowing that battles were seldom won by hasty measures, deliberately levelled at him, and wounded his Grace near the thumb. They both discharged again, when his Lordship received a slight wound in his turn. On which they instantly drew their swords, and impetuously charged each other, each of them seeming rather to meditate the death of his adversary, than to regard his own safety. In the first or second thrust Lord B—— entangled the toe of his pump in a tuft of grass, and in evading a lounge from his antagonist, fell on his right side, but supporting himself on his sword hand, by inconceivable dexterity, he sprang backwards, and evaded the thrust apparently aimed at his heart. A little pause intervening here, his Grace’s second proposed to his Lordship a reconciliation; but the ardent thirst after each other’s blood so overpowered the strongest arguments and reason, that they insisted to execute each other forthwith, whatever might be the consequence. Nay, the anger of his Grace was raised to such a pitch of revenge, that he, in that irritated moment, swore if, for the future, either of the seconds interposed, he would make his way through his body. Then, after all remonstrance had proved ineffectual, they retired to their limited distances, and perhaps one of the most extraordinary duels ensued that the records of history can produce, fairly disputed hand to hand. The parrying after this interval, brought on a close lock, which, Monsieur Des Barreaux says, nothing but the key of the body can open. In this position they stood, I dare say, a minute, striving to disengage each other by repeated wrenches, in one of which his Grace’s sword got caught in the guard of his Lordship, which circumstance his Lordship overlooked, so that this advantage was recovered by his Grace before the consequence which it might have brought on was executed. At last, in a very strong wrench on both sides, their swords sprang from their hands. I dare say his Lordship’s flew six or seven yards upright. This accident, however, did not retard the affair a moment, but both seizing their weapons at the same time, the duel was renewed with as much malevolence as ever. By this time his Lordship had received a thrust through the inner side of his sword arm, passing forward to the