four minutes and a half. As a professor of the art of self-defence, no man ever came up to Mr. Jackson, his practice and theory being equally sound and good. At his rooms, No. 13, Bond-street, amateurs of the most distinguished rank and character assembled to participate in or view the "sets-to" with the gloves; and among his patrons and pupils may be mentioned George IV., the Dukes of York and Clarence, the late Duke of Queensbury, and present Duke of Beaufort, the late Marquis of Huntley, and present Marquis of Tweeddale, the present Earls of Lonsdale, Fitzhardinge, and Harrington, the late Lords Hertford, Byron, Craven, Sefton, Somerville, Barrymore, Coventry, the present Lord Fife, the late Honourable Berkeley Craven, Messrs. Harvey Combe, Barclay of Ure, Hervey Aston, General Barton, &c.

In the year 1814, the Allied Sovereigns, who were on a visit to the Prince Regent, expressed a wish to see a Fistic Tournament, which was immediately got up at the residence of the present Earl of Lonsdale, who appointed Jackson as master of the ceremonies. Nothing could exceed the gratification that this meeting created in the breasts of the royal and imperial foreigners, who expressed in the most unqualified terms their admiration at this splendid display of the national sport.

In 1821, when the coronation of George IV. took place, a guard of British boxers was selected by Mr. Jackson, under the sanction of the monarch, to preserve order at the entrance to Westminster Hall; and so ably did they conduct themselves, that they not only received the thanks of the Lord Great Chamberlain, the present Lord Willoughby D'Eresby, but also an intimation that the King had approved of their valuable services.

In the year 1822 Cribb resigned the championship, and was succeeded by Spring, who in due course of time withdrew in favour of Ward. The presentation of the "belt" to Bendigo, aud his fights with Caunt, are fresh in the memories of our sporting readers: we shall, therefore, not refer to them further than to say, let the best man win and wear it.

Jackson retired into private life in 1824, where he enjoyed the confidence and affection of a troop of friends until the latest hour of his life.

Perhaps one of the most extraordinary individuals that ever entered the prize-ring is John Gully, Esq., who was elected member for Pontefract in 1832, and retained his seat for that borough until the dissolution in 1837. His excellent common sense, his independent conduct and unpretending manner, gained him the respect of both sides of the House.

We have now brought our readers down to the present time; and if the men of our day do not enjoy that popularity which their predecessors did, it is to be attributed to some foul and dishonourable deeds of a few of the members of the prize-ring, and which have brought down shame and dishonour upon the whole body. The late humane conduct of the boxing fraternity, in coming forward upon the occasion we have alluded to in the beginning of this article, and giving their "hands and hearts" in the cause of charity, will tend greatly to restore them to the confidence of the public. Let every

"knight of the knuckle" bear in mind that the best way of ensuring success is to deserve it. Let one and all show by their manly bearing and private worth that the character of a pugilist of the present day may be as untarnished as that of one of bygone times; and may every Englishman, of high or low degree, join in the honest sentiment, "Success to British Boxing, when conducted upon Honest and Honourable Principles."

AWAITING THE SHELTY.

ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY C. B. SPALDING,

Of shelties, gillies, braes, and glens,

We Southrons now have sure had plenty;
Of Mac's, and Lairds, and Lochs, and Ben's
And "stags of ten"-if not of twenty-

Of stalking being the noblest sport
You'd see, sir, in a summer's day;
Of Atholl's being the only sort

Of hound to bring a hart to bay

Of strength, and nerve, and hand, and eye,
How each must be in letter A, one ;
Or vain the "lowly" lout who'd try
His luck-he'll never slay one.
Horse-breaking heroes Homer drew,
House-breaking ones now volumes fill ;
The grandest far though, in the dew
Like Norval, climbs the Grampian Hill.

A gallant youth, of noble race,

With graceful mien and manly make,
And clansmen true, and hounds a brace,
"His pleasure in the woods will take.”

See Scrope-all ye the fact who shirk,
And breathe, through him, the mountain air-

John Murray publishes the work,

The preface dated, "Belgrave-square.

And as Scrope writes, so paints Landseer,
Thus furnishing joint expositions

On one grand theme of dog and deer-
See article, "The Exhibitions."

And Mr. Spalding takes the hint,

And Highland life depicts once more;

And Mr. Public "proves" the print

So dog and deer again encore!

PUBLIC AMUSEMENTS OF THE METROPOLIS,

"Our scene precariously lasts too long
On French translation and Italian song;
Dare to have sense yourselves; assert the stage;
Be justly warmed with your own native rage:
Such plays alone should win a British ear,
As Cato's self had not disdained to hear."

PROLOGUE TO CATO.

The English are proverbially a good-natured people. However bad the treatment their own countrymen may meet with in foreign lands, they, far from paying in their own coin any one of the numbers who have migrated from such countries where the English have met with anything but courtesy or fair dealing, invariably return good for evil. This is strikingly illustrated in things theatrical. English dramatic representations have been forbidden in France; English singers have been compelled, after French managers have subjected them to petty annoyances and innumerable incivilities, to return to their native home without exercising their talents in those French theatres, the directors of which have violated their engagements in the most flagrant, scandalous, and contemptible way. The other side of the picture exhibits foreign artistes returning to their homes, after a visit to John Bull, with purses crammed to an overflowing with British gold. We are far from thinking that we should not hold out the hand of encouragement to foreign talent; but really we think it anything but right, reasonable, fair, or proper, that all our theatres should be inundated by foreigners, to the entire exclusion of native talent. The British metropolis for some time past has fostered two Italian Operas, a French theatre, and a French equestrian troupe; but, even with all these raging

"The cry is still, 'They come.'"'

In a few days, the companies of the Théâtre Historique and of the Opera Comique will be added to the list of foreign artistes already in England's capital. This is French invasion with a vengeance. The company of the Théâtre Historique may realize some profit by their trip, but we should imagine the result will show anything but a fortunate speculation. The representations are to consist of " Monte Christo," "La Reine Margot," "Les Trois Mousquetaires," &c. Each piece will take two evenings to be performed. Pleasant prospects for dramatic critics, whose fate is sufficiently severe without being thus so frightfully added to. As perchance Dumas will superintend the enactment of his own productions; he may be induced to favour a British public with their own poets' works improved, as in the instance of Hamlet, aitered by the veritable Marquis Davy de la Pailleterie.

At HER MAJESTY'S THEATRE the Lucia of Lind may be mentioned as a highly satisfactory performance. Still, with all the success which