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“I give your Excellency these general hints, and shall be glad to hear what you think of them. Adieu, my dear friend; I embrace the Duchess with all my heart—I never shall forget her goodness to me. Remember me to FLAHAUT and BIGNON. I fear the foreign negotiations of the latter will not last long; but FLAHAUT will gain what BIGNON loses. “Tell Ney that I have searched all London, but in vain, for the picture of Judas Iscariot, which was advertised for sale in one of the public papers here, and which he so much wished to have. In fact, I believe it was a mere joke, aimed at TIERNEY: and that no such picture ever existed.
“Believe me to be, my dear Duke,
“P. S. April 29.—I am sorry to say that Whit
BREAD's absurd impetuosity has done a great deal of mischief; be brought on, in spite of all TIERNEY and I could do, the question of Peace or War last night, and after two rambling, rumbling speeches, had the question decided against the EMPERoR by a majority of four to one. Some of what are called here the most respectable of the Opposition, such as Elliot, GRATTAN, CALVERT, FRANKLAND LEwis, &c. &c. voted against us. Our respectable men are all damn'd obstinate blockheads; we had, however, on the other hand, Sir HENRY Montgomery, a new hand, and Mr. Swan, an old one. I should mention to you that Mr. Douglas, who visited the EMPERoR at Elba, has had the audacity to say, that the more he knew of the EMPEROR the less he was inclined to trust him. We thought we had him sure; but you see you must not reckon on any Englishman who has the least understanding. Mother Wit is always sure to go astray with us. Lord ALTHORPE, who spoke last night, is quite another sort of man, very thick and steady. Once
April 20, 1815.
The annals of pugilism have rarely recorded a more interesting combat than that which was fought near Westminster-bridge, on Monday, the 10th inst, between those noted candidates for pugilistic fame, Bob Stewart, otherwise Bit of Blue, and Sam the brewer. The challenge was sent by Sam, and as he had given notice of the fight some days before, the fancy mustered very strong.—Tom Woodt was second to Bob ; bottle-holder, Brother Hiley.t. Will Martin officiated for Sam; bottle-holder, Joe Barham. ||
The combatants fought in an oval ring, about 30 feet by 10, which was surrounded by six or seven rows of seats, rising one above the other, and filled with amateurs of the first distinction. The battle lasted five hours and three quarters—but the combatants were in such excellent wind and training, that they never waited to take breath; and it can hardly be said that there were more than three or at the most four rounds. Odds at setting-to four and
* See parliamentary debates of this date for a sharp discussion between Lord Castlereagh and Mr. Whitbread.—E.
# Tho. Wood, Esq. M. P. for Brecon, Lord Castlereagh's brother-in-law.
t The Right Honourable Hiley Addington, M.P. for Ipswich. § J. Barham, Esq. M.P. for Stockbridge.
five to one in favour of the Irishman.
Commenced at a quarter before five. The ring having been cleared by Serjeant Seymour.”
lst Round. No sparring-Sam set-to without much ceremony. He made three or four lounging hits at Bob's head; but it was evident that he misjudged his distance terribly. Sam acted in this round quite on the offensive, though he shifted his ground constantly, and threw a good many hits away to the right and left. Towards the end of the round, he lost his temper, tried a cross-buttock, but failed—and after an irregular struggle, was thrown on his back against the ropes. 2d Round. In this round the Irishman shewed himself a flash man, and as cool and determined a pugilist as was ever pitted: he sparred cautiously at first, parried all Sam's hits with much dexterity, and punished him about the head and body with the greatest good humour.—Sam seemed uneasy at this treatment: and at length Bob took compassion on him, and planted a left-handed facer on Sam's jaw, which floored him, and put an end to the round. —Lombard-street to a China-orange against Sam. 3d Round. Sam rallied, and sprang on his legs with much gaiety; his wind seemed untouched, and his jaw stronger than ever: he affected to make play, but the Irishman smiled with confidence.
* H. Seymour, Esq. Serjeant at Arms.