The Sun.
London, England, 1865-11-21 00:00:00

Fenian Duel at Liverpool.

On the evening of Monday last an Irish gentle-
man carrying on business in Liverpool, and well
known on the Exchange, previous to going home to
his residence at Edgehill, had occasion to call at the
bar-room of a highly-respectable hotel in Dale-
street, which at the time was considerably crowded
by gentlemen in his own position in society—a very
respectable one. The gentleman referred to was
carrying a double-barrelled fowling-piece, which
had been undergoing some repairs. Among those
present in the room was a tall, sallow individual of
unmistakeable " Yankee" aspect, but of gentleman-
like person and attire. On observing the gentleman
who carried the fowling-piece, he addressed him and
said, " I suppose, sir, you are a Fenian ?" The
other replied that he was not, and that so far from
being so he despised both Fenians and Fenianism.
" Then you despise me," rejoined the stranger. " I
do not know you, sir ; but if you are a Fenian, or
even a Fenian leader, I have no respect for you."
The stranger took a handkerchief from his pocket,
applied it to his nose, and then threw it in the face
of the other, at the same time exclaiming with a
strong Yankee twang, " I am a Fenian general; my
name is William Brown. My father was one of
the Browns of Mayo in Ireland ; I was born in New
York, and thus I treat any one who dares to
depreciate Fenianism." " And my name is John
G—gs. I am an Irishman, and a native of
Mayo also ; and thus I treat any one who will
declare himself and act as you do," accompany-
ing the words by a blow, which made the
general measure his length upon the carpet. This
was done amid shouts of " apologise" from
the company, addressed to the discomfited Trans-
atlantic Fenian, whose ardour appeared to have been
cooled by the Hibernian argunzentum ad faciuni he
had encountered. Cards, however, were exchanged
between the contending parties, and after consider-
able difficulty a meeting with pistols was arranged
between them. On Thursday, about noon, the two,
accompanied by a single gentleman—who, with
marvellous good nature, had agreed to act as second
to both—met in a field a little to the south of Bel-
stonhill, on the Cheshire side of the Mersey. The
requisite preliminaries having been adjusted, both
parties fired, but, as both retained an upright posi-
tion, the double second interposed, and, declaring
that both had behaved like men of honour, succeeded
in preventing further proceedings of a hostile
character. The combatants shook hands, partook
of a slight draught from a flask which the accom-
modating friend had with him, and which is sup-
posed to have been furnished with a trivial supply
of some commodity familiarly known as " Dutch
courage," and, having done so, quietly wended their
way towards Birkenhead. Before reaching Wood-
side Ferry, however, the general was observed to
turn very pale and faint. Investigation showed
that his antagonist's ball had taken effect in his
hip, and that the wound bled profusely, his clothes
having become quite saturated with blood. Proper
means were adopted for stopping the hemorrhage,
and the Yankee took leave of his friends, requesting
that nothing concerning the affair should be com-
municated to the newspapers until after the depar-
ture of the mail steamer on Saturday for New York.
The wounded general was one of the passengers by
the Scotia, which sailed to-day.—Correspondent of
the Glasgow Herald.
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