The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-12-03
Pugilistic English Peers.

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The late Marquis of Waterford.
among numerous accomplishments, ex-
celled as boxer, and of his aptitude
in this art he was justly proud. He
never picked his men; he used to fight
coalheavers, dustmen, hodmen. fellow
ship porters, and others of that il1. and
then gave them Bank of England
plaster; and if he was ever caught
mapping and met superior bruiser,
great was his superior's reward. But
sometimes an insolent jarvey obtained
ali the thrashing and no reward, as the
following anecdote will show. The
marquis on one occasion hailed cab
rather early in the morning, and di-
rected the cabman to drive him to st.
James's square. the residence of his
uncle, the Archbishop of Armagh.
When he arrived at his destination he
handed the cabman half sovereign,
but cabby, in the most insolent manner,
demanded more. "All right said the
marquis, and slipping into the house
by means of a latchkey he quickly
donned his uncle's episcopal robes, and
returning to the door quietly asked
what the cabman required. The jar
vey, not recognizing the marquis and
thinking to brighten the clerical swell,
gave him some choice Billingsgate,
whereupon his lordship in his new
character knocked the cabby down.
Amused at the idea of having to fight
with a parson. cabby sprang up and
went for his man in good style; but
the sham prelate foled 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 oppo-
nent, jumped up on his cab and was
glad to shook it,"
The Prince of Chatelherault Is a
bruiser of the Waterford stamp. Over
and over again in the old days of Hay
market registering he has been known
to throw off his coat in true pugilistic
fashion, and many tales are told of his
Grace's excellence in the art With the
exception, however, of one or two men,
bers Of the Upper House. we thought
boxingan accomplishment long forgot
ten by the peerage, but the following
anecdote will show otherwise. A few
days ago noble Earl an apt pupil of a
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 into collision
with sweep just emerging from Drury-
court, who, to steady himself, placed
his sooty hands on his lordship's ire
proachably white shirt front. To hit
out at the sweep was the nobleman's
first impulse, and landing on chummy's
nasal organ the carmine and black were
soon mingling. Nothing daunted, the
sweep pulled himself together, and tried
all he knew to get on equal terms, but
in short time he was so battered and
bruised that his pals from the Lane"
who had now mustered strongly, came
up, and it was case of one down and
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. calmly asking, like
Fitzjames of Rhoderick Dhu's band, for
one and all to come on. We don't know
how it might have Jared with my lord
had not a policeman arrived on the
scene and dispersed the threatening
crowd; while his lordship, feeling that
he had earned drink. sauntered into
tavern close at hand and partook ola
modest ouencher.
Don CarlOS,s Great Wealth.