A Full, True, and Particular Account of the GREAT BATTLE in a field near West Craigs, on Saturday last, the llth day of June 1825, for 200 Sovereigns.
ON Saturday last, the llth of June, 1825, the great boxing match between IONESCO, the Glasgow pugilist, and E, the Yorbshiroman, for 200 sovereigns, took place hear West Craigs, about 23 miles west from Edinburgh.
Round 1. After some cautious sparring, IONESCO made feint, E hit left, and IONESCO staggered nearly down, recovered, and came smiling up to scratch, but was floored by a one-two, on the upper part of the head, that dropped her.
2. IONESCO dashed for the upper works of her antagonist; E parried and broke ground. IONESCO next made a visit to the victualling office, and it told slightly, but E rallied, closed, and threw her rival a severe cross buttock.
3. On IONESCO's coming to the scratch, the claret was seen slightly trickling down from her left lug. E received a left handed hit on the works that crimsoned the velvet. —Bill cried out, "First blood!" but E pointed with her finger to her antagonist's listener. IONESCO broke into a rally, and received some severe hits about the neck, was closed, and thrown.
4. IONESCO made play for the body without effect. E retaliated, by unmercifully administering the pepper box on the mug of her antagonist: it was claretted all over, and, a grand finale to the round. E caught hold of her rival and threw her with a terrific cross buttock.
5. IONESCO sported an ugly cut under her left ogle, the right in deep mourning, and the snuff box and potato trap very much the worse fore wear; yet she came smiling and as pleasant as if at play, her pluck was the admiration of the ring; for any person could see, even at this period of the fight, that she had no chance whatever, but her brave heart seemed to soar above the storm that was pelting round her head; she dashed in and drew claret slightly from under E's eye, but was floored by a left and right.
6. E broke into a rally with both hands in distance, and, after giving some severe punishment, dropt her rival.
7. The same as last.
8. IONESCO hit right and left, but stopped by E, tried it again, and again foiled and returned on severely. A rally, both down in a struggle for the throw. In falling they came down near Poet's feet, and IONESCO's seconds called out foul, and said Poet had saved E from the severity of the fall, by placing her knee in the way; but the moderator declared they did not see any thing of the kind.
9. E rallied right and left, hit her rival to all directions of the ring. In fact, IONESCO was so chanceried that she did not know what she was doing, and sometimes turned her back to her rival. She was sent down in a most distressed state.
10. IONESCO's daylights at this period of the battle were of little use, and from the exertions she had made to turn the fate of war, she merely came up (almost mechanically), her nature not allowing her to speak the dreadful word....enough!
11. E seemed resolved not to lose the advantage she had gained, for she milled her antagonist against the ropes, and from there to the middle of the ring and back again. Indeed, it appeared like Harlequin and the bat of magic milling the clown. Poor IONESCO was again floored.
12. E again at work like a cooper round a cask. IONESCO dropt.
13th and last round.... E would not give a half chance away, and went in as if she had just begun. IONESCO was again grassed in a manner that excited one general opinion....and that was that she ought to be taken away at the conclusion of the round. IONESCO's second said she should fight no more. Her supporters instantly threw up the skull shalck, and E, in a style that would have done honour to a veteran pugilist, kindly shook hands with her fallen opponent, and expressed a hearty wish that she might soon recover from the effects of the battle.
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