Morning journal and courier., 1886-09-15
NORLEMEN AS BOXERS.
The Manly Art Made a Study by Many
 of Them.


 of Them.
 From the Pal Mall Gazette.
 The late Marquis of Waterford, among numerous accomplishments, excelled a boxer, and of his aptitude in this art he was justly proud. He never picked his men; he used to fight coal beavers, dustmen, bod men, fellowship porters and others of that ilk, and then give them Bank of England plaster, and if he ever was caught mapping and met superior bruiser great was his su- perior's reward. But sometimes an insolent jarvey obtained all the thrashing and no re- ward, as the following aneedote will show: The marquis on one occasion hailed a cab rather early in the morning and directed the cabman to drive him to St. James, Square, the residence of his uncle. the Archbishop of Armagh. When he arrived at his desti- nation he handed the cabman half sover- eign, but cabby in the most insolent manner demanded more. ''All right" said the mar quis, and slipping in the house by means of latch key, he quickly donned his uncle's Episcopal robes, and returning to the door quietly asked what the cabman required. The jaryey: not recognizing the marquis and thinking to frighten the clerical swell, gave him some choice billingsgate, whereupon his lordship in his new character knocked cabby down. Amused at the idea of having to
 
 went for his man in good style; but the sham prelate foiled every blow and returned his deliveries with such vigor that at last the cabman, thoroughly beaten and believing that he had the devil in lawn sleeves for an opponent, jumped up on his cab and was glad to ''hook it.''
 The Prince of Chatelherault is a bruiser of the Waterford stamp. Over and over again in the old days of Haymarket royster- ing he has been known to throw off his coat and go for his man in true pugilistic fashion, and many tales are told of his grace's excel lence in the art.
 With the exception, however, of one or two members of the upper house, we thought boxing an accomplishment long for gotten by the peerage, but the following an- ecdote will show otherwise: A few days ago a noble earl an apt pupil of West End professor of boxing, had been dining rather freely at one of the clubs, and as he passed along the strand in evening dress he came in collision with a sweep just emerging from Drury court, who, to steady himself placed his sooty hands on his lordships irreproach- ably white shirt front. To hit out at the sweep was the nobleman's first impulse, and landing on chummy's nasal organ, the car mine and black were soon mingling.
 Nothing daunted, the sweep pulled him self together and tried all he knew to get on equal terms, but in short time he so battered and bruised that his pals from the sflane," who had now mustered strongly, came up and it was case of one down the other come on. Stimulated no doubt by the bottle or two of port he had imbibed, his lordship knocked the pride of Drury lane down one after the other like ninepins, calm ly asking, like Fitzjames of Roderick DLu's band, for one and all to come on. We don't know how it might have fared with my lord had not policeman arrived on the scene and dispersed the threatening crowd; while his lordship, feeling that he had earned drink, sauntered into a tavern close at hand and partook of modest quencher.