the use of a boat to a carriage, crossed the river upon the sly, and gained the scene of action without the least difficulty. Spring and Nea!, in order to carry on the deception, by way of ruse de guerre, started with post-chaise, with the blinds drawn up, and seated the:nselves on the dickey. They had scarcely arrived at the bridge when a Carr interrupted their progress; upon which the Hero of the Castle, in an assumed angry tone, demanded to know by what authority his morning's ride was stopped. "We have a warrant," answered one of the Horneys, "against a boxer of the name of Brown, in your carriage; therefore let down the blinds instantly." "Although you have no right to impede our progress," replied the ex-champion, "yet, to show our readiness to obey magisterial authority, you shall take a peep.' On the blinds being let down, the affrighted Johnny Raw constables, perceiving their mistake, were about to bolt, when a naval captain who was inside, to carry on the joke, called for his pistols, and asked Neal if they were thieves who had stopped the carriage, and wanted to rob them? "Noa, noa, sir; we axes pardon of your honor, we be only poor parish officers who have a warrant to seize upon Brown, the foighting man." "Let me see it," said the captain. The warrant was to apprehend Brown if he appeared in the ring, to fight a battle. "If Brown had been in the carriage," replied the captain, "it would not have affected his liberty; so drive on, post-boy, and do not listen to any more such muffs."

The road at this period was thronged with foot-passengers, all upon the run to reach Deux Farm; vehicles out of number, of all descriptions; and the prads beaten almost to a stand-still, from the numerous miles they had been pushed along to be up in time for the battle. Lots of respectably dressed females were all upon the bustle to get a sight of the great pugilistic heroes.

Dobell appeared in the outer ring attended by his seconds, Harry Lancaster, and Jem Burn, and was well received by the spectators. It was understood he had complained of being unwell to Lancaster. On Brown entering the field he was loudly applauded. He immediately sent his tile into the ring, and on meeting with his opponent, they shook bands together. The £50, according to the articles, for his compliance with Brown's naming the ground, was now handed over to him; when they both prepared for the fray. Spring and Ned Neal attended upon Brown. The colours, crimson and white for the latter, were tied to the stakes; as were Dobell's, blue, with a white spot. Neal won the toss for Brown. The odds were 2 and 2 to 1; but takers could not be found. Brown was the hero, all to nothing; the men shook hands, and the battle commenced :

Round 1. On peeling, it was obvious to the amateurs that condition, on both sides, was out of the question. Dobell was not fit to fight

for pins; it is true that Sir John Barleycorn had lost part of his "otundity of PAUNCH; but it is equally true that his abdomen was as flabby as boiled mutton; and his frame altogether soft and pappy. His MUG, too, did not exhibit that sort of character which is expected from a boxer who had all the advantages of training; on the contrary, the effects of the lush crib were strongly stamped on its exterior, and the only thing good about Sir John Barleycorn was- his HEART. That was good; and upon that quality, and that ALONE, did Dobell rely for victory. The hero of Bridgnorth was nothing like slap-up to the mark; although he had refrained from visiting the Long Town, and deriving the advantages of exercise and country air. Brown, most certainly, had taken greater care of himself than his adversary: but, nevertheless, his arms wanted muscular roundness; his belly was far too big, and his legs destitute of firmness. Therefore, to speak of them as well-trained men, would be a libel on CONDITION; and bad, very bad, was the best of the two big ones. Both of the combatants, by such neglect, had thrown a chance away; and the strongest man was the most likely to win the battle. Under these disadvantages the men prepared to fight. Brown placed himself in a much better attitude than when he was opposed to Sampson, and his notions of milling seemed to partake more of the boxer than in his previous contests. Dobell, anxious for mischief, put up his short arms, and endeavoured to go to work. His left hand was out of distance; he was also stopped, and gained nothing by the attack. He repeated the attempt, but it was "no go!" ["What are you waiting for," said Neal; "it is as easy as A B C,-try it on."]-Brown took the advice,and after a little manoeuvering, planted a gentle hint on sir John Barleycorn's chaffing closet, and got away.-[Clever!" said Spring; "that's science, I think; only do as I told you, and you must win it like fun."]Brown then planted one, two; his left on Dobell's daylight, and his right on the cheek.

["Don't stand that," observed Harry Lancaster; "but return the compliment: - be with him."] Sir John Barleycorn made a rush, and some hits were exchanged: but Brown planted a teazer on his sensitive plant, which not only drew his cork, but floored him like a shot. The country folks were now all happiness-shouting, laughing, and crying out, "Brown for ever." Neal said, "I told you how it would be; I have won two events, first blood, and first knock down. Why, Í say, my master, you can feel for the coves, if you like." It is as safe as the bank," said Spring. In the ecstacy of the moment, the Brownites, at this slice of luck, talked about TEN to one.

2. Dobell came to the scratch in quick time, and went to work; but Brown was too leary, and got out of mischief. He, however, returned to the attack, planted two facers without any return-(" Capital," from his friends).

Dobell fought his way into a rally, and it was any thing else but "light play: in fact, it was blacksmith work, complete hammering. Sir John Barleycorn here completely satisfied all present that he was a game man; he would not be denied, and although he received nobbers, Dobell would follow his retreating adversary, getting the worst of it at every step: quite wild, and his hits out of distance. His nob now was a little changed, and it was visible the painter had been very busy in altering its colour. Dobell, in spite of his bad condition, rushed into a close, when Brown, like an old stager, got down in the best way he could. "That does not look like brave conduct," said Jem Burn, "to go down in that style."

3. Dobell, it should seem, almost began to ask himself a few questions: he was piping: and a little time was necessary. Brown, quite alive to the chance he had before him, boldly went in to his work, and with his right hand put in a most tremendous blow on sir John Barleycorn's face, and he measured his length upon the grass, without saying a single word to any body. It was impossible to describe the roars of applause: the Johnny Raws seemed all out of their minds at the fighting of Brown: and, pulling out their tiny bags, offered to sport all their pewter, at any odds, upon their countryman.-[" He's a noice man; he can lick all the Lunnun chaps.”]—" I would not take 100 to 5, and stand it," said Sampson. "I know what a hitter this Brown is-it is all up with Dobell."

4. It was evident to all the Ring-goers how the thing must terminate-the want of condition will beat any man. This round was decidedly in favor of Brown. Sir John Barleycorn made play with spirit, but Brown retreated from danger. He, however, returned to the charge, and planted a very heavy blow on Dobell's mouth; and here John was again floored-[Another roar of artillery; the chawbacons clapping their hands; and the friends of Brown quite satisfied it was all his own. "Take him away."]

5. Brown had now made up his mind for finishing, and for mischief, but missed his aim, when Sir John met him slap bang on his neck. ("That's the way," said Harry Lancaster, "Curtis tipped it to Barney Aaron, and settled the account,)" and also drew the claret from his conk. In closing, Brown went down. "Bravo Dobell," from all parts of the ring.

6. The hero of the lush crib now found out, too late, the want of training, and it was "bellows to mend." Brown had now only to keep out of danger, and victory was within his grasp. He jobbed his opponent on the retreating style; but the determined spirit of Dobell would not let him flinch, and he fought his way into a close. Brown was well assured it was much better for him to go down gently than to put his shoulder to the test by pulling and hauling.

7. The friends of Dobell rather complained

of Brown's going down, and called out to him to stand up and fight. The latter again administered pepper; and Dobell, quite wild, missed his hits in return. In closing, Dobell attempted the weaving system; but his strength was fast leaving him, and Brown got down without any difficulty.

8. Dobell was not quite so fast as heretofore; in fact he was very much distressed. Brown, although he had taken the lead, also showed that he might have been better. Brown took great liberties with the upper works of his opponent, and jobbed, and jobbed again, without any return. Dobell made his right hand tell on the nob of his adversary, but in struggling for the throw Brown went down easily.

9. "Go to work," said Harry Lancaster; "his right hand is gone, he cannot hurt you." The thumb of Brown's right hand, if not broken, had been so seriously injured in the third round, that it was painful in the extreme for him to use it. Some exchanges, but decidedly in Brown's favor. Dobell would not stand still; punishing was his intent, and in rushing in he napt it at all points. The right side of his face was sadly peppered; but his game was unquestionable. In closing, Dobell endeavoured to fib his adversary, but Brown made the best of his way down. Dobell, in the hurry of the moment, struck the hero of Bridgnorth on the seat of honor; when the latter cried out "foul." It was not noticed by the umpires.

10. Dobell's winning was now next to an impossibility: but it is only common justice to state that his game kept him alive. He hit at random, throwing his blows away; and Erown, milling on the retreat, served him out at every turn. Brown stuck to him hard and fast, until Sir John Barleycorn was sent down on his knees. (“You had better look out for St. John's-street, as soon as possible," said Sampson, "depend upon it you had better never have left the crib.") "Brown for £100. Three to one!" In fact, there were more betters than takers at any odds.

11. Dobell was now a rank piper; but he was determined to keep it up to the last minute. Good stops; but the length of Brown gave him the pull, and he jobbed his adversary with some heavy blows. Ultimately Dobell got Brown down.

12. Although it was the general opinion at this period of the battle that Dobell must be conquered, yet if he had come into the ring as a fighting man ought to have done, another statement might have been given of the affair. At out-milling Dobell had no chance; and when he rushed in desperately, he was punished for his temerity, His seconds could not keep him still, and the rush was his favorite object, in spite of danger. Brown retreated from his fury; but at length got a turn, and a slashing hit on his nob sent Dobell down on his face. "It's all up," was the cry, when Stockman in turn began to chaf

Brown; telling Dobell to go in and win it. "Yes!" said Neal, "a very pretty time he'll have of it if he goes in, and if he keeps out it will be about the same thing!"

13. Dobell was quite licked at this period; he was very sick, puffing and blowing, and almost abroad. Indeed he was entirely at the service of Brown, who punished him all over the ring, until he hit him down. Symp. toms of weakness also began to appear on the part of Brown, who dropped on his knees. Any odds, but no takers.

14. Sir John Barleycorn was now as slow as a top, and as weak as a kitten. He meant well: he would have punished Brown if he had been able; but his execution was completely gone; and poor Dobell, the game Dobell, was of no use to himself, nor his friends. Brown s one, two, again severely told, and he was floored sans ceremonie.-" Take him away! he cannot win. One hundred to ten;" and the Yokels grinning with joy, and shouting with delight at the success of Brown.

15. The fight was drawing fast to a close; and, barring an accident, it was poundable that Brown must win. Dobell, regardless of the consequences, tried the boring system; but it was a forlorn hope—a service of danger; and truly dangerous it proved to him. He was jobbed all to pieces, and floored as heavy as a sack of sand. The row was loud indeed: and "take him away," from all parts of the ring. But Dobell was too gume to listen to the calls of the friends of Brown.

16. Very few men would have again appeared at the scratch; he had received quite enough punishment for him to leave off, and his friends were now satisfied that he had done all that a brave man could do towards victory. But Dobell was determined to fight even in opposition to nature; and his blows were of the wildest description. Brown had it all his own way, hit him as he pleased, and Dobell was again down quite exhausted. "Take him away!"

17, and last. Like a drowning man catching at a straw, and as a last effort Dobell staggered into mill; but he was floored instanter. When time was called he left his seconds' knee; but his strength had so deserted him that he could not lift up his hands. When the hat was thrown up, and victory was declared in favour of Brown, the Bridgnorth folks almost rent the air with their vociferations, of "Brown for ever." The battle was over in twenty-two and a half minutes. One side of Dobell's face was severely punished; but Brown's mug was nearly free from marks, except one of his peepers.

Remarks.-Dobell has only himself to blame we never saw a man in worse condition, if so bad, enter the Prize Ring. It is true that he went into the country for a day or two, now and then, at Hendon, to get off his superfluous flesh, exercise himself, and enjoy the fresh air; but it would be a mockery to give it the name of training. Indeed, Harry Lancaster

was so dissatisfied with his conduct, that he requested Dobell to leave his house, in order that no blame might be attached to his (H. L.'s) conduct as a trainer. No man can win it out of CONDITION. But Dobell was obstinate: he would not listen to the advice of any of his friends; and flattered himself that he could lick off-hand his opponent. In fact, in no one instance whatever did his demeanour appear like that of a man engaged to fight a Prize battle. Strange to say, he left London on Saturday by the Wonder without a single person to attend upon him, and he also remained in Birmingham, at the Crown Inn, completely alone. He appeared quite deserted, labouring under a severe cold, and not noticed by any person in the Fancy. Allowing for all those drawbacks, his conduct in the ring was truly game; and he fought like a man determined to win. If he had paid tha sort of attention to himself he was bound to do as a boxer, anxious not only prove the conqueror, but to arrive at the top of the tree, he would have got down to a proper weight, improved his wind, increased his activity, and, as he is an acknowledged hard hitter possessing immense strength, a very different account might have been given of this battle. At all events, Dobell would then have appeared something like an opponent to Brown. Dobell, in a great measure, has been accessory to his own defeat; and, if he should have another shy, we hope he will then strictly attend to the rules of training. That he proved himself a good taker will not be doubted; and if he had been up to the mark, his giving qualities might have proved very mischievous, and made the battle doubtful. His adversary was not in much better condition. In several instances he showed weakness, was out of wind, and bad upon his legs. Therefore, if Dobell had been well-place this and that together-the hero of the lush-crib might have stood a good chance of becoming a hero in the P. R. Brown is not a muscular man-his arms never exhibited this sort of trait, which, in general. belongs to the pugilist: nevertheless Brown is a powerful man, and his hits was very effective: but there are men who never can get into first-rate condition. The length of Brown gave him great advantages in out-fighting; and the furious impetuous, inconsiderate rushes made by Dobell, lost him the battle in quick time. Likewise at in-fighting, Dobell had the worst of it, from the want of strength, Brown also proved himself the best fighter in every point of view-he timed his man in coming-in-went down out of difficulties—and, when he had got Dobell, as the pugilistic phrase goes, he polished him off hand. Several persons found fault with Brown for going-down-they thought it showed a want of game; while others, on the contrary, assert, that in this he evinced a knowledge of the ring, and did every thing in his powe: to obtain victory. Dobell left off more owing to

fatigue than PUNISHMENT; he was not licked as to severe milling, but so completely worn out and distressed, that the fight was all out of him, and he could not lift his hands to continue the contest. We again repeat, he has only himself to blame for being defeated in Twenty-two Minutes and a Half. Had not Brown seriously injured his thumb in the third round, in all probability the battle would have been at an end in half the time; but he was afraid to hit with his right hand. We cannot find fault with the game of either of the men, if we cannot praise their science, or place them on a footing with Spring and Crawley. However, it was generally admitted that, Two Hundred and Eighty-eight Miles was rather too long a distance for so short an INNINGS!!!

Circumstances connected with the Battle. WINNING versus LOSING.-Brown immediately left the ring amidst the shouts of victory-accompanied by Spring and Neal, and a large mob of friends, to the King's Head Inn, in the High Town of Bridgnorth, kept by his brother, to partake of a good dinner. Brown appeared just as much at his ease as if he had not been fighting; his right hand was a little puffed, and his right peeper in mourning. Here it was "all happiness;" the smiles of victory gave an additional zest to the scene; the grub toddled off in quick time; the port and sherry went round like lightning, and the eloquence of Harry Holt, on the subject of Prize Fighting, by way of preface to his toast, "Success to Milling," was generally admired, and drank with enthusiasm.

THE LOSING MAN.-In the High Town, a Bridgnorth, only a few yards distant from the conqueror, at the Royal Oak, we visited Dobell within an hour after the fight. He was in bed, and his brother bathing his face with warm flannels, after he had been attended and bled by a medical man. We were surprised to find him in such good spirits: although in defeat, he was not in despair. He observed to the writer of this article, "that his heart was still in the right place; he did not complain of the punishment he had received, that from fatigue, and FATIGUE alone, he was compelled to give up the battle. He also acknowledged his bad state of health, his want or condition, and that he ought to have forfeited. Brown, in the course of the afternoon, paid him a visit, and they met each other like brave fellows.

Both the High and Low towns of Bridgnorth had a prime turn by the above Mill; all the cribs were filled to an overflow; and the house, "the Bottle-in-Hand Inn," formerly kept by Brown, was crammed to excess. veteran, Tom Crib, enjoying his cigar; Tom Spring, Ned Neal, Harry Holt, and Harry Lancaster, all gave a friendly call at the "Bottle-in-Hand Inn."

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Brown, previous to his defeat by Sampson, tood very high in the estimation of the town s

folks of Bridgnorth; and at his opening dinner, he disposed of three hundred tickets at a guinea each; yet his loss with Sampson tended to render him rather unpopular with his backers; but although compelled to leave his house, he sold his property, and paid all his debts in the most honorable manner. The hero of Bridgnorth is very respectably connected; his father was considered a topping farmer in those parts, and the early part of Brown's life was that of a young gentlemanly farmer. He is also respectably connected by marriage; and his better half has a small property in her own right. Brown altogether is a well conducted man, a merry excellent companion, and nothing like the slightest degree of ferocity allied to his manners or constitution.

Sampson, after the battle was over, rode through the lower town of Bridgnorth on horseback on his return to Birmingham. Several of the Johnny Raws, grinning, asked him if he had seen his Maester? they appeared so elated by the success of Brown. "Yes," replied Sampson (laughing), "he has been very lucky to me to day; he is one of my best friends, I have pocketed, by his exertions, £119; and I hope he will be lucky to me another day." "He is your master any day," said an old countryman, shaking his bag of money at him; "he'll tip it to you next time." Very well, old boy," replied Phil, 66 you shall have it all your own way-so good bye." Sampson, on the previous evening, at Wolverhampton, had put down £10 towards fighting Brown £500 to £300, but he was rather inebriated at the time; and, as a matter of course, the match went off.

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The ring was capacious, we.l kept, and not the slightest interruption occurred; it was also surrounded by several thousand persons, but it wanted the right sort of folks-the swells--to give it importance. We are reluctantly compelled to acknowledge this fact, and the appearance of the thing was altogether different from the late ring at Leicester. This deficiency of gentlemen of character and rank was attributed to the recent conduct of Ward. The return from the field of battle to Bridgnorth was truly delightful: the fineness of the day, the windings of the road, of a hilly aspect, for a mile or two, filled with pedestrians and vehicles of every description; the magnificent and picturesque scenery which this part of the country affords; and the romantic appearance of the High Town of Bridgnorth, the castle, the houses built on the sides of a sort of rocky hill, the meanderings of the Severn, the bridge, and the vessels in the river, furnished a panoramic view to the eye of the traveller of the most interesting character, and not easily to be conveyed on paper; yet it tended, in a great degree, to banish the idea from the mind of the amateur, that he had travelled so long a distance from the Metropolis, to obtain so little sport between the above "big-ones."