The Sun.
London, England, 1828-04-09 00:00:00

REMARKS.

Sampson, as fresh as a lark, was carried off in tri-
umph and placed in a coach that was in waiting, and
proceeded with his friends to the Bradford Arms,

lvetsev Bank. Poor Brown was carried off the
ground in a most pitiful condition, no doubt home to
his wife, who, by the bye, told him if he did not win
the fight, he need not show his mug to her again.
Sampson had the battle all his own way after the
third round, when Tom Spring threw the sponge
over the ropes to the fancy, which was taken for an
ominous signal, and the backers of Brown took the
hint, and began to hedge out, but alas, it was too
late ! Brown cannot fight ;he scarcely stopped one
of Sampson's blows, nor did be strike first during
the fight. The result of the battle }ins taken not
only the shine out of the Bridgnorth people, but
also their blunt to the tune, no doubt, of many
thousands.

We never before recollected seeing so great a
crowd at any fight. Their numbers might be com-
puted at about 30,000.
It was half-minute time-27 rounds : and the
fight lasted 50 minutes.
(ANOTHER ACCOUNT.)

GRAND FIGHT BETWEEN BROWN AND SAMP-
SON, FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF ENGLAND,
AND FOR A SWEETENER of 3001.
Tuesday, April 8, 1828.
This affair, about which so much " red rag" has
been lavished away, and so much blunt both won
and lost, came off this day, at Bishop's Wood,
beyond Wolverhampton. Various and many have
been the reports since the first deposit was made
until the final one was put down at the Woodman,
Easy-row, in the quiet little town of Birmingham, on
Tuesday evening last. No match for many years has
excited such interest throughout the fancy. The
" strong man" is well known—(and too well known
to many of the old ring goers)—while Brown is
almost (not quite) a novice in the Prize Ring, his
only rencontre having been with Shelton, whom he
polished off in style—he is well known to be a most
terrific hitter, and training under the auspices of such
a " trump" as Tom Spring, the confidence of his
friends was greatly increased ; and when it became
further known that he backed himself to win, with
his own money, even to his last farthing, it fully
warranted the opinion that he meant winning, nothing .
else, " and no mistake," if possible. Bets were
made in Birmingham, before the last deposit was
down, that it would not be made good, but when it
was all " made right," the " strong man" became a
greater favourite than before : he declared positively
that he intended to do his best, and said he felt as
sure of winning as of death and quarter day. Stop,
said the "rum dropper" of the Woodman, don't be
too sure. " Be airy, my jewel," said a swell cove
from the Sister Isle ;" " by the powers, if Brown
only gives you one of his teazers, you'll hop the
twig,' or else he'll be after repating the dose, and get
himself into lob's pound,' and then you know he'll
run a chance of getting himself sent on an exclusion
froe gratis for nothing, across the water, my jewel ;
and then, Philip, the resurrection men' will be
after ' waking ye.' " That's a " whisker," says
" only let him wait till he gets at me ; I shall
make dog's meat' of him yet, and do him Brown'
twice over, till he turns 'jet black.'"
These, and a thousand other " queer whids,"
amused the fancy; and " St. Giles's Greek" was
spouted in prime style over their steamers and a
glass of " thunder and lightning." After the coves
there assembled had " sluiced their gobs," they
being well primed, prepared to toddle, and many
were the attempts made by the " screwbadoes" to
pass off their " queer she-lions" on the " ruin hop-
pers;" but it won't fit at any price, particularly
amongst friends, and in Brummagem too, of all other
places in the world, said a little natty lad; tip us a
regular good one, or I'll send you " to quod,"
and then you'll not see the mill. Arguments like
these soon became eloquent persuaders, and us no
fault could be found with the " lap," the good
" pewter" was soon linked out.
The assemblage in Birmingham on Monday was
great, and the " motley group" proceeded in all
directions towards the scene of action. Stour-
bridge was mentioned as the " rendezvous," and
towards this spot all steps were bent ; Lichfield,
Newcastle-under-Lyme, Stafford, Stone, Tamworth,
Warwick, Coventry, Shrewsbury, Bridgnorth, Wor-
cester, and Hereford, sent forth their hundreds to
the scene of contention, while the more immediate
towns of Sutton Colefield, Bilston, Walsall, Wed-
nesbury, Willenhall, Darlston, Wolverhampton,
Dudley, Bewdley, Kidderminster, Stourport, Hales
Owen, Coalbrook Dale, Ironbridge, poured out
their countless thousands, and filled Stourbridge to an
overflow; it being Easter week and holiday, it was
calculated there were at least 80,000 people present.
It was wished to have had the fight on Wolver-
hampton Race Course, but the thing became too
much known, and the beaks " popp'd" a line in the
paper printed hr that town, commanding that the
fight should not take place within their jurisdiction.
As the only beaks who opposed it were " black
coats," an attempt was made is appease their ire,
by an offer of a turtle to each of them ; and as one
was known to love a good fat goose, (query ! has he
not proved himself one ?) it was hinted to him that
he should also have one for the next twelve months,
and that himself and his " brother sigher," should
be accommodated with a chaise and four to pay
their friends at Shrewsbury a visit; so that they
might not be " wanted" on the day of the mill : but
" is would not fit :" the flints were not to be
mollified—the mill should not take place in their
beat, and another place was in consequence obliged
to be sought after. Stourbridge was named, and it
became " head-quarters."
At an early hour on Tuesday, all the roads lead-
ing to Stourbridge were literally swarming; there
were Corinthians in their bang-ups—the swell coves
in their tandems, gigs, or on a bit of horse-flesh;
while the pitmen, colliers, bog-trotters, black-legs,
ken-cadgers with their king's motts, knights of the
road, and also a few knights of the brush and moon,
gave additional interest to the scene. The motley
group "beggared all description," and never before
had Stourbridge such an assemblage within its pre-
cincts. The lush-kens were crowded, and scarcely
could the least accommodation be had either for
" love or money." The " putts" were " regularly
queered;" they had never dreamed of such a scene
as was now presented before their wondering eyes.

Such as were not provident enough to bring their
" bub and grub" in their pockets, or elsewhere,
found it difficult enough to get "the suck ;" and as
for " prog," that was entirely out of the question ;
it was thought quite unreasonable to demand it.
Ourself, in company with another friend, left
Wolverhampton early on the Tuesday morning, for
Stourbridge, and resolved to " nurse our prads
gently," in case any thing unpleasant might hap-
pen, and that " move off' , should be ordered. It
is pretty well known that the working people (alias
the operatives) in that neighbourhood arc the most
illiterate in England, and, in consequence, we pro-
posed a bet to our friend, of a flimsy to the tune of
fifty, that the three first people he should meet at
their doors, in the first four miles, did not know the
Lord's Prayer. " Done !" was the answer, and the
following scene took place :—Our friend went up to
a decent-looking woman, who was staring at the
cavalcade that was filing by, and accosted her with,
"My good woman, do you know the Lord's
Prayer ?" " Lod's Proyer ? No, Zur, I doant
know him ; he doant live hereabout, I'ze sure."—
Our friend looked unutterable things; took a
pinch of snuff, and asked ourself to smoak a
cigar. " Yes," was our reply. We pulled up
our prads at a decent-looking house, to get a
light, which being procured, we prepared to
toddle, first putting our smoking faculties into full
operation, when the sight of a petticoat caught our
friend's eye, and as he was partial to the ogles of a
" rum blowing," he determined to pop the ques-
rion, and thus addressing her—" My darling crea-
ture a word in your listener if you please, do you
know, my love, the Lord's Prayer ?"—" Lord's
Prayer, Lord's Prayer, noa zur, I doant know en by
that neame, but perhaps my devil does (here's two
ourself) the females in this part of the country
call their husbands by way of eminence their devils ;
here she cried—Tommey ! Tommey ! come out,
come out, here's some gemmen want to know
surnmitt."—Our friend here repeated his question
to the "gentle creature's devil," who's reply was,
" noa stir, Pant lived long about here ; I doant
know him rightly ; but an you'll tell me whether he
be a banks-man or a pit-man, he zure to know
him." Our friend was completely " stow whidded,"
and cut his stick.

Being mounted on good grads, we put them into
a good trot, and soon passed a long string of gaggers,
priggers, Adam Tylets, fancy coves, autum mots,
gammoners, sweetners, upright men, bully huffs,
lully priggers, star gazers, and coves of all sorts, and
going gently over the stones into Stourbridge, we
pulled up at the Vine Inn, where being known to
the jolly host thereof, we soon found a substantial
mneal before 11F.

Before, however, we had half finished our break-
ftst we were told we must retrace our steps, and
hack we had to go to Wolverhampton. Sampson
having won the toss for choice of ground, and having
received 401. from the rum droppers of Wolver-
hampton to name that place us " head quarters"
which he did in spite of the " beak's warning." At
Wolverhampton the office was given to go to
Bishop's Wood, eleven miles further north, and thus
thousands were completely thrown out. The strong
man had hots of " blessings'.' heaped on his head for
serving his friends such a trick, but in the end he
completely satisfied all his friends.
A very commodious circle of waggons was formed
at Bishop's Wood, fifty-four being in the first row,
besides carriages and a double row behind; each
waggon was completely filled, about thirty or forty
in each, at a ticket of five bob each; long before the
men came to the ground the outer ring was broken
in, and it was only by the strenuous exertions of
Dick Curtis and others that order was restored and
the ropes again secured.
The men came to the ground in their coaches and
six from Ivetsey Bank, accompanied by their respec-
tive friends. Brown threw his castor into the ring a
few minutes before ten o'clock, and was received
with loud cheers, which he acknowledged by bowing
gracefully round : he was dressed in a blue coat,
and looked remarkably well ; he was accompanied by
Tom Spring,. and Snow-ball (Richmond,) Samp-
son repeated' the same token of defiance a few
minutes after, and was also well received ; he was
waited on by Dick Curtis and Harry Holt ; the
men shook hands rather carelessly, Sampson having
a " pique" against Brown, which nothing but a re-
gular mill could decide. After " doffing the togs,"
Brown having won the toss for choosing his side of
the ring, they came at once to the scratch. Colours
for Brown red and white, for Sampson plain red.

Round 1. Cautious sparring for some minutes; mutual
stops on each side; Brown hit out heavily, and Sampson
returned with his left ; no flinching; two or three counter
hits were exchanged, and Sampson was sent or went
down.

2. Brown hit out with his right hand, but the distance
wis not well measured, or the blow would have told ; Phil
told with his left ; more sparring for wind ; Brown caught
him right and left, and threw him heavily.
3. Loud cheers for Brown ; beautiful sparring ; Phil
wanted to go to work, but could not get at him ; in rush-
ing to a rally Brown slipped on his knees.
4. Both came readily to the scratch ; no time was lost,
Phil jobbed with hir left, and Brown hit at him very
short ; a long pause ; they went again to work at the
ropes ; Brown caught him and fibbed him severely, and
fell heavily on him.

5. Sparring again; much caution on both sides; Phil
jobbed again with his left, Brown laughed ; Sampson
rushed in, hitting tremendously right and left, and threw
him heavily.
A short spurring bout ; Sampson rushed in, caught
Brown a thundering hit on his head, and floored him like
a shot ; Br4swn fell with his head against the stakes, and
hurt himself seriously ; loud cheers fo:. the strong man,
and "Bravo Phil, go it."

7. Hugging at the ropes; Brown, finding he had no'
chance at out-fighting, rushed to a close, and lacerated
Phil's back very much against the ropes, but Phil would'
not be denied, and jobbed his head repeatedly from under.
8. Brown bit short ; his face dreadfully disfigured ; he
rushed in to a close, Sampson jobbing him as he came in ;
Brown bii right and left, and threw him.
9. Brown vigorous and full of courage ; Phil sharp and
leery ; the outer ring was now broken into ; sparring for
wind; Brown hit hard at Sampson's body ; Phil jobb:Ll
again with his left, and both went down.
10. No mistake about fighting ; Brown hit out right
and left, and threw him.

11. Brown fibbed again at him ; Phil would not be
denied, but was thrown in the close.l
12. Brown hit out, hit him heavily, and threw
13. Sampson could not be got at at all, and jobbed him
again and again; the inner ring was broken into by
Brown's friends, but Phil threw him.

. .....
From the 13th round nothing could be seen, the inner
ring was broken in most disgracefully, and the men fought
ten times worse than if they were in a saw-pit. The affair
between Spring and Langan, at Worcester, was nothing to
it; they fought in tliis way till they had fought 35 rounds,
for the confusion was so great that we could hardly distin-
guish the number. Brown was hit senseless, and Sampson
was declared the winner almost uninjured.