. Gallery of comicalities : . Our Heros fighting race is run,His course of conquest ends, The brightness of his setting sun,Still cheered by all his friends. Far pleasanter to tap his beer. And bid the liquor flow,Than tap, with punishment severe, The claret of a foe. His manly conduct, and his game,Have proudly brought him through ; And let all Cross Coves see with shameWhat honesty will do. Still may prosperity increase; Blest with a blooming rib—May happiness, content, and peace, Long flourish in his crib. There may the Fancy Lads repair, A friendly bowl to drain—To puff their sorrows in th
. Gallery of comicalities : . Our Heros fighting race is run,His course of conquest ends, The brightness of his setting sun,Still cheered by all his friends. Far pleasanter to tap his beer. And bid the liquor flow,Than tap, with punishment severe, The claret of a foe. His manly conduct, and his game,Have proudly brought him through ; And let all Cross Coves see with shameWhat honesty will do. Still may prosperity increase; Blest with a blooming rib—May happiness, content, and peace, Long flourish in his crib. There may the Fancy Lads repair, A friendly bowl to drain—To puff their sorrows in the air, And bid good humour reign. And let the whining Canter see—Creature of narrow heart!— A man a Pugilist may be,Yet act a Britons part. 36 GALLERY OF COMICALITIES.—No. XXXV. IHE PUGILISTS PROGRESS STEP THE Retired from business and the Ring,We bid our gallant friend farewell — His fame each Fancy Bard shall sing,And Fancy Legends long shall tell. This Silver Cup, brave man, receive—A tribute to your merit due— One sigh of deep reget we heave,And kindly say—adieu, adieu ! And may the boon we now bestowBe hallowed oft with generous wine , And may the cup of kindness flowTo gallant deeds of auld lang syne. Ye, who aspire to fistic fame,And wish a glorious race to run, Remember Belchers deathless name,And how Tom Cribb his laurels won ! This maxim strongly I impress—Let honesty your course direct, And, tho you cant command success,Ycu always may command respect. If to my warning youre awake, Wheneer your milling days may end, A foe thro life youll never make,And never will you lose a friend! 37
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