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arrived, and M'Kay, accompanied by Tom Cribb and George Cooper, approached the arena, into which M'Kay flung a broad Kilmarnock cap, ornamented with an eagle's feather and orange tassel, which had adorned his pericranium. Simon Byrne at the same moment threw in his castor from the opposite side, and both, on entering the ring, shook hands with great good humour, M'Kay again mounting his cap with conscious pride, and no small self-consequence. The colours sported were green and yellow for Byrne, and blue bird's-eye for Sandy, which their partisans ostentatiously displayed.

The seconds and bottle-holders now busied themselves in preparing their principals for action. Tom Cribb and George Cooper for M'Kay. The moment the men were stripped their disproportion in point of size was visible to the spectators. M'Kay, although not above five feet ten in height, exhibited a frame of the most gigantic dimensions. His weight was allowed to be fourteen stone ten pounds, while his bone and muscle seemed, like those of Atlas, sufficient to bear the globe itself. His legs and arms were of prodigious bulk, the former encased in white silk hose, and his hands looked like a pair of sledge hammers. His chest was expansive, while his shoulders bore a hump like that of a dromedary, although not quite so protrusive. In his countenance there was a broad cast of Scotch humour, which, however, was intermingled with a fierceness of aspect, rendered more imposing by divers deep scars and gashes, the effects of former rencontres in the ring, some of which had been kindly administered by Byrne in their first battle. From his demeanour, victory was already in his grasp;

and such was the effect produced by his appearance, that the friends of Byrne seemed to be almost paralyzed, and those who would. previously have betted 5 and 6 to 4 on their favourite now be

came silent. Little betting in consequence took place, and that little at even. This state of doubt was further confirmed by the unpromising features of Byrne,

whose countenance was pale and somewhat agitated, whose weight was scarcely 13 stone, and the colour of whose flesh wanted that clearness and freshness which are the true indications of good training. Little time was left for these comparisons before the seconds tossed for choice of position, and Reynolds was the winner. The ring was then well beaten out by ten pugilists, to be paid by the funds of the F. P. C., and, two umpires and a referee having been chosen, operations commenced.

The Fight.

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Round 1. According to the Articles, the moment the men were brought to the "scratch the seconds and bottle-holders retired to their respective corners. Sandy stood with his hands well up, waiting for attack, when Byrne made a slight feint with his left to draw him, but it would not do. Sandy was steady. Byrne now played round him à la distance, but at last went in and hit slightly with his left; Sandy countered as slightly with him. Byrne, all anxious for work, went in and jobbed with his left. Sandy returned the compliment; and after a rambling rally, in which no mischief was done, Byrne fell, Sandy falling over him (shouts for the Scotchman, and cries of "He'll win it").

2. Both to the scratch steady, Byrne again played round his

gigantic antagonist, and watched for an opening. Slight counter hits with the left, Byrne on the retreat, and M'Kay after him. Byrne popped in a job with his left and got away; he then put in a right-handed body-blow and jumped back. Sandy followed him manfully, when Byrne delivered a right-handed chopping hit on the side of his head. Sandy hit short, but in the next effort countered with the left, receiving a slashing job on his crowdy trap, which drew first blood (shouts for Byrne). Sandy then rushed in and caught Byrne in his arms with giant force; a severe struggle took place for the fall, which Byrne got, and threw his man a beautiful cross buttock. Byrne the favourite.

3. Byrne kept out, and tried to draw his opponent; at last he went in and again jobbed Sandy with his left. Sandy rushed to in-fighting, but his right-hand delivery passed over Byrne's shoulder, while his left was stopped. In the close there was a desperate struggle for the fall, but Byrne was unable to get the lock, and, after mutual fibbing, Byrne dropped to save further trouble.

4. Byrne again planted a righthand chopper on M'Kay's nob, and stopped his left. He then broke away, and retreated. M'Kay followed him up, and forced him towards the corner of the ring. Simon broke ground, and got away; but M'Kay would not be denied, and went in to work, when he was met with a left-handed job, which he returned but slightly. Byrne was again busy with his right at the nob, when M'Kay closed for the fall. Byrne, who seemed powerless in his grasp, fibbed, and M'Kay played the same game. At last Byrne, finding he could not get the

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throw, broke away, jobbed with his left, and went down.

5. Byrne on the out-fighting system, kept his distance, and retreated before his man. At last, retreating to the ropes, M'Kay rushed to a close, caught him in his arms, and slightly fibbed him. Byrne, finding he had no chance to extricate himself from this state of peril, went down amidst loud chaffing from Sampson, Sam, and others, who called him cur, and other opprobrious epithets, and cheered on Sandy.

6. Byrne showed symptoms of weakness, and piped, while Sandy, in whose favour the flash side was uproarious, was as strong as a horse. Byrne made play with his left, and received a slight hit in return. Sandy rattled in to a rally, and in an interchange of hits Byrne received a righthanded slap on his left eye, which drew blood, and raised a slight swelling. A short rally, and exchange of hits, when Byrne again went down to avoid, amidst cries of disapprobation from M'Kay's friends. Byrne was evidently fighting the "old soldier," from a consciousness of his weakness and inability to cope with the strength of his opponent.

7. At the commencement of this round George Cooper offered to bet 10 to 5 on M'Kay, but no takers. Byrne kept out, and dodged the Scotchman, who, with hands well up, was anxious for the affray, and followed his man as he retreated. Byrne at length plunged in, popped his right-handed chop on Sandy's pimple, and retreated. He again watched for an opening, and put in a slashing lefthanded job on the Scotchman's ogle. Good counter hits, when Sandy again caught Simon at the ropes. Byrne clung close to him, and though Sandy kept hitting with

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his right over his shoulder, he was unable to make any impression. After a short struggle Byrne, finding he could do nothing, dropped from danger, and Sandy fell with his knee upon him, amidst the cheers of his chaffers, and loud shouts in prejudice to Byrne.

8. Byrne cautious, and still on the pipe. He kept away; M'Kay would not be denied. He rushed in, delivered a slight left-handed job, and closed. A sharp tussle for the fall, which Sandy got, and fell heavily on Simon. The Thistle the favourite.

9. The blood was now seen flowing from Sandy's scalp, giving evidence of the severity of some of Simon's right-handed choppers. Byrne, on the out-fighting system, then, followed by Sandy, who, on receiving a muzzler, closed at the ropes, meaning mischief; but Byrne went down, Sandy slightly upon him. Byrne fell out of the ring, and was again loudly "chaffed," and called cur and coward by some of the old pugilists.

10. Byrne, cool and collected, waited his opportunity, and delivered a terrific left-handed job on the cheek; this he repeated with additional severity, when Sandy closed, and a fine struggle took place for the fall. Sandy was immovable, and kept well from Byrne's crook, when Byrne went down-Sandy upon him.

11. Byrne, after a little outmanoeuvring, put in a chopping hit on Sandy's head with his right, and visited his ribs with the same hand. On M'Kay rushing to return, Byrne went down on the cautious lay.

12. Byrne ready, but on the defensive; stopped Sandy's left, and jobbed him in return. A rally,

rushed to him, missed his righthanded blow, which went over Simon's shoulder. Simon, by way of return, hit him tremendously with his left, and cut a gaping wound in his cheek. This dose he repeated, and closed, when, after a stout struggle, he succeeded in throwing Sandy, and falling heavy upon him. (Simon's friends again all jollity, and the magsmen a little down on their luck.)

14. Simon popped in a righthanded body blow, and broke away. In retreating, M'Kay followed him up, and caught him at the ropes, when there was mutual fibbing. After a severe struggle Byrne down, M'Kay full upon him. (Here Reynolds seized M'Kay by the drawers, and pulled him off his man, amidst loud cries of disapprobation).

15. Simon jobbed his man, dreadfully cutting his right cheek, as well as his left, which bled profusely. He then fell as if from the force of his own blow (more chaffing).

16. Byrne retreated before his man, and drew him towards the corner of the ring; suddenly springing forward, he jobbed him dreadfully with his left, drawing more claret. Sandy bored in, and caught him in his powerful grasp against the ropes-as if in a vice. Tom Reynolds here threw himself on the ropes, and thus forming a sort of inclined line, Byrne slipped down, amidst more shouts from Sandy's friends-many of whom rushed to the side of the ring, and great confusion prevailed. Among others, the persons intrusted with the whips were most active in rowing, and they were with difficulty forced back.

17. Time was called during the in which hits were exchanged-row, when Simon threw in a heavy both down.

13. Simon jobbed prettily with his left, and broke away; Sandy

right-handed body blow. M'Kay returned, but without effect, with his left, and Byrne went down.

18. Byrne again cautious, and husbanding his strength. M'Kay, though a frightful figure, ready with his hands well up. Byrne at last went in, and heavy hits were exchanged. A tug for the fall followed, when Simon succeeded in getting his lock, and down went Sandy on the broad of his back (shouts for Simon).

19. Simon threw in a terrific job with his left between Sandy's eyes, and cut him to the bone. Sandy's left went over Byrne's shoulder. Simon planted another left-handed jobber on the new wound, and went down.

20. Byrne hit short at the body with his right, but planted a muzzler with his left. Sandy's

blows seemed to fall powerless, and made but little impression. Simon jumped in with his left, giving a heavy snorter, and went down. The chaff-cutters again at work, but nothing unfair.

21. Byrne now scarce exhibited a mark, save the cut on his left eye, and the consequent puffing. M'Kay missed a left-handed job, but caught a dreadful counter hit. A rally, in which slight hits were exchanged, and Byrne went down.

22. Some good fighting on both sides; but M'Kay's blows seemed feeble. In the close M'Kay caught Byrne in his arm, and actually lifted him up at the ropes, while he fibbed him over the shoulder; at last Byrne got down.

23. Byrne put in two lefthanded jobs in succession; but in return received a flush left-hander on the nose, which dropped him and drew his cork (again were the Caledonians in uproar, and their champion was loudly cheered).

24. Sandy had another chopping visitation to his noddle. Counter-hitting severe for the Scotchman, when Byrne went down, M'Kay upon him.

25, 26, 27, 28. The hitting

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31. Sandy came up as game as a lion, but, from the punishment he had received, was rather abroad. Simon jobbed him terrifically in the sore places; and in the close, catching Sandy's head under his arm, he fibbed him in the ribs with his right hand with killing severity. In the struggle both went down.

32. M'Kay came up a dreadful spectacle, bleeding from every pore, but still his noisy supporters urged him to additional exertions, and a braver fellow never breathed. Byrne, steady and cautious, waited upon his man; and, drawing a little back, plunged in with his left, and got away. M'Kay shook his gory nob, but kept his hands well up. Byrne made his right-handed chop, and again drew back. M'Kay went to him as bold as a true Scot; but, as he advanced, Byrne met him with redoubled force, with a flush hit on the nose: and, on repeating the dose, turned round with the force of the blow. M'Kay stood confused; when Byrne at him again, hitting heavily, and falling rather weak himself, while M'Kay was quite groggy.

33. Byrne jobbed with his left, and put in a body-blow with his right. right. M'Kay caught him a short lunge with his right in the body, and rushed in, when Byrne went down stopping.

34. Six to four on Byrne. Byrne threw in his right hand chopper. Mac missed a wellintended return, and Byrne went down in avoiding.

35. M'Kay jobbed with his left, but made little impression; again hit short with his right, and received a swinging hit from Byrne's right, who went down.

36. Jobbing hits from Byrne, which M'Kay stopped with his head. In the close, Byrne threw his man, and rolled over him.

37, 38, 39. All of the same character, heavy punishment from Byrne, who went down in every round. M'Kay repeatedly missed his blows, and could do no execution.

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40. Simon jobbed his dreadfully with the left. M'Kay returned, but there was no force in his blows. Simon planted his right on the head, and fell; M'Kay bleeding at all points, but still firm in purpose, though evidently with but slight chance of success.

41. A slogging round, tremendous jobs, and weaving hits with the right and left on both sides; both groggy and down side by side.

42. Sandy's hands still well up, and his eyes good; many hits missed on each side; Byrne popped in a heavy crack with his right and fell.

43. This was a terrific round; both fought with desperation, but the hits of M'Kay made no impression, while those of Byrne told severely. The round continued till both fell from weakness and exhaustion with their exertions. 44. Simon put in his right on the body, and fell (shouts of "shame," " stand up,' cur," &c). Byrne pointed to his left leg, and said he could not help it.

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45. Sandy came up reeling. Byrne went to work, and jobbed him with stunning force right and

left; the punishment was terrific. M'Kay was beat to a standstill. Byrne closed and threw him heavily on his head.

46. Loud cheers for Sandy, who who was a dreadful spectacle ; still he came up and stood well to his man. Byrne retreated to the ropes, and M'Kay after him, Byrne jobbing as he came in. A close at the ropes--both weak and incapable of doing much mischief. Both fell exhausted, but Byrne the fresher.

47 and last. Poor Sandy came up to make a last brave effort; but he was quite abroad. Byrne summoned all his remaining strength, hit away right and left, delivered the upper cut, and at last put in a heavy left-handed hit on Mac's throat, who dropped, not to come again. The unfortunate fellow, on being lifted on his second's knee, was quite senseless, and on time being called, he slipped down, incapable of stirring. Byrne was, of course, proclaimed the victor, after fighting fifty-three minutes, and after trying to shake hands with his game antagonist, left the ring. A surgeon immediately attended, and bled M'Kay, who exhibited a painful spectacle, with his head supported on a hat; and, after fruitless efforts to restore him to consciousness, he was carried to a carriage, and from thence back to the Watt's Arms, where every possible attention was paid to him; but unhappily without effect.

Remarks.

The fight, though desperate in its result, and although no glutton could have taken more punishment than the Scotchman, did not give general satisfaction. Byrne's repeatedly going down excited a strong prejudice in the minds of the spectators, who were not probably aware of the ill state of his

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