The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-05-30
PUGIuIsTIC NoBLEMEN.
Titled Englishm en- Who Were ga Bit
Handy With Their Dukes"
From the Pail Mall Gazette.

From the Pail Mall Gazette.
The late Marquis of Waterford, among
numerous accomplishments, excelled as a
boxer, and of his aptitude in this art he was
Justly proud. He never picked his men; he
used to fight coal-handlers, dustmen, hod-
men, fellowship porters and others of that
ilk, and then gave them Bank of England
plaster, and if he was ever caught mapping
and met a superior bruiser, great was his
superior's reward. But sometimes an inso-
lent jarvey obtained all the trashing and no
reward, as the following anecdote 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 destl-
nation he handed the cabman half SOW
ereign, but cabby, in the most insolent man
ner, demanded more.
GAN right" said the Marquis, and slipping
in the house by means of a latch key, he
quickly donned his uncle's episcopal robes
and, returning to the door, quietly asked
what the cabman required. The jarvey, not
recognizing the Marquis, and thinking to
brighten the clerical swell, gave him some
choice Billingsgate, whereupon his lorshlp IN
his new character knocked cabby down.
Amused at the idea of having to fight with
parson, cabby sprang up and went for his
man in good style, but the sham prelate
foied every blow and returned his dellv-
cries with such vigor that at last the cab
man. thoroughly beaten, and believing that
he had the devil in lawn sleeves for an OPP
ponent, jumped up on his cab and was glad
10 "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 OIL his coat
and go for his man in true puglliStic fash
ion, and many tales are told OF MS traces
excellence in the art.
With the exception, however, of one or
two members of the Upper House, we
thought boxing an accomplishment long
forgotten by the peerage, but the following
anecdote will show otherwiee:
A few DAYS ago a noble Earl, and 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 a
sweep lust emerging from Drury Court,
who, to steady himself, placed his sooty
hands on his lordship's irreproachable white
shirt front. To hit out at the sweep was the
nobleman's first impulse, and, landing on
chummy's nasal organ, the carmne and
black were soon mingling.
Nothing daunted, the sweep pulled him
| self together and tried all he knew TO get on
equal terms, bat in short time he was SO
| battered and bruised that his pals from the
"Lane.n who had now mustered strongly,
came up, and it was a case Of one down and
| the other come on. Stimulated, no doubt,
by the bottle or TWO of port he had i'm
bibed, his lordship knocked the pride OF
Drury Lane down one alter the other like
nine-pins, calmly asking, like Fitzjames Of
| Roderick Dhu's band, for one and all TO
come on. We doa't know how it might
have Jared with my lord had not a police
man arrived on the scene and dispersed the
threatening crowd, while his lordship, feel.
inc that he had earned drink sauntered
| into tavern close at hand and partook OF a
modest quencher