The Sun.
London, England, 1828-04-29 00:00:00

SECOND EDITION.
SUN OFFICE, Seven o'Clock.

GRAND FIGHT THIS DAY

BETWEiN
NED NEAL and WHITE-HEADED 808,

FOR £250 ASIDE.

This very important affair being fixed to come off
to-day, all classes of the fancy looked anxiously to
the result. Before, however, we proceed further, it

will not be amiss to tell the uninitiated something

about the men, their feats, and defeats. Ned Neal
is, inleed, " a broth of a boy." His parents are
from the Land of Song, and introduced him to this

land of liberty about 26 years since at Streatham, in
Surrey. "1 he seven millions," however, going
upon the old principle, that a man born in a stable
is not a horse, claim him as a genuine Patlander,
and there is not an Irishman in all England that
would not dance barefoot upon flint stones to his

honour and glory. Be that as it may, he has proved
himself a Hit-tite of the first water in conquering
some of the stars of his day, and not to know Ned
Neal and all about him would argue one's self un-

known. His amiable opponent, Bob, has already
once crouched to his potent arguments, but as every

Englishman is allowed three fires, Ned could not in
common politeness refuse him a second. A match
was at length brought about, and after sundry ad-
journments, Ned having the honour of " the seven

millions," before his eyes, it was fixed to come off on
the same day as the almost equally important
question in the big ring at St. Stephen's. What a
day for the Erin•ites ! Should Ned win the.fight, and
the Catholics " the Question," whiskey will rise 20
per• cent. With regard to the hero of the lily pate,
he has always fought like a Trojan and bled like a
pig. His taking qualities in the ring would vie with
a tax-gatherer out of it. His weak point is never
knowing when he has had enough. As to giving,
he is generous to a fault, and many a receiver has
been perfectly satisfied of his benevolence. With
respect to the first fight, he had ." felt soft woman's
sighs," and the effects of them rendered him " much
more tender on the whole than fierce." He was
everything but well when he went into the ring, and
consequently was well-licked when he came out.
He had trained well, however, this time for " the tug
of war," and looked with confidence to the result.
The " tug of war" was at length fixed to come
off at Liphook, about 46 miles from London, on the
Portsmouth road.

The interest excited by the promised " tussle,"
among all classes of the natives, could not fail to at-
tract the notice of those immaculate country mill-
marrers, the " great unpaid." Some of this class of
persons are certainly to be highly respected for their
zeal and talents ; but there are those among them
whose only chance of rescuing themselves from their
native insignificance, is that of obtaining an epheme-
ral notoriety by providing some unfortunate poacher
with board and lodging at the county expense,
depriving an honest publican of his licence because
he is poor, or preventing his Majesty's most royal
subjects from enjoying an amusement, handed down
to them by their forefathers, as the pie plus ultra of
manhood.

One of this last variety of the beak species, whose
exact cognomen among his neighbours we in pity '
withhold, formed with a methodist parson and another
a sort of " holy alliance," and announced that no
fight should take place in that neighbourhood.
" Very good," said Tom Oliver and Fishwick, and
turned the cargo of stakes and ropes again for
Godalming, where they " pitched their tent."
At Liphook, the orders given to the constable
were, to take an account of all persons found in the
public-houses at five o'clock and also at eight. The
Ban fact " grinned a ghastly smile," but having the
fear of the license-day before his eyes, he found it
prudent to hear, see, and say nothing.
At this determination the fancy and knights of
the "spade and flail" were alike disappointed, every
thing was at a stand. A meeting was called and
held by the principals and the assistants, and nothing
decided on, but that another meeting should be held
in the morning. Bob looked better than we ex-
pected, and Neal was in appearance quite confident.
Great fears were entertained that there would be no
fight. Bob expressed his willingness to fight any
where, sooner than disappoint his friends.

The muster of swells from town was quite as
numerous as could have been expected, and the fancy
of Portsmouth had booked a fine day's play. The
countrymen were all agog, and the ebullition of
courage was almost boiling over among themselves.
The she-creatures, curious to see those beings who
had fought and bled, showed with " their blushing
honours thick about them." The exhibition of so
many lions of the ring, far from abashing them,
brought them out in more glowing colours.
The office being given in the morning that the final
meeting would be held at Guildford, the fancy departed
from the head-quarters, Godalming (the King's Arms,
with the civil and cheering host), and made for the mark.
The scene was interesting in the extreme. The
cavalcade covered the line of road, and the country
exhibited groups of its joskin species scouring its fields at
a jog trot to witness the promised mill. The bonny faces
giggled with delight, and all was sunshine. The next
move was to Bagshot, about twelve miles across the coun-
try. Post-horses were at a premium and the beds destitute,
of the corrander seeds, good prada, or sinewy understand-
ings, were left in the lurch. Every cart horse was put in
requisition and many of " the ladies" accompanied the
the motley throng. On arriving at the King's Arms'
however, Ascot Heath was named as the field of fight, and
Joe Fishwick formed a ring with his accustomed celerity.
a farmer having shown his good taste by allowing them the
use of his field in the parish of Sunning-hill, and_about 24
miles from London. The number of carriages was sus-
mense.
Ned Neal first arrived on the ground in a smock frock,
and threw up his castor. lie was quickly followed by Isis
amiable opponent.
Betting 10 to 4 on Neal, or even that he won in 40 mi-
nutes. H. Holt and J. Hudson for Neal, and Feter
Crawley and Dick Curtis, with Bob, who won the toss for
the choice of sides. Both men looked confident, and Bob
seemed in the best condition. The men set to at twenty-
five minutes to two o'clock.
Round I. In coming to the scratch both the men cow-
mened with caution, Bob went in first, and missed
left and right, he followed his blows, and caught Neal with
the right. He was under after a very short struggle at
the ropes.
2. Bob went in, Neal got away, and Bob fell from the
force of Isis own hits.—(Loud roars from the Netlites.)
3. Neal anxious, Bob smiling, received Ned's rush,
and exchanged useless blows. Sparring—Hit for hit, all
stopped, and Bob fell on his back, easily.
4. Both began spiritedly, but nothing done, till Neal
threw Bob cleverly, by the outside crook.
5. Nearly the same—Bob seemed weaC and was
rumbled down without much mischief.
6. Bob a little nervous. Neal made play and had a
little the best, till Bob went down softly.
7. First blood for Neal. In the last round he went in
and was met and locked by Bob, who threw him on his
kead—a short fall.
Bobß. waiting to job his opponent, who kept bother-