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Life in Edinburgh! Milling Extraordinary! Betwixt GeorgE WeiR, the Aberdeen Cham- pion, and McDonald, the Royal Exchange, Edin- burgh, Hero, on Friday llth Nov. 1825, at Night! WE have had the pleasure of at last witnessing the above fight, and such a set-to was never before seen here ; nor do we recollect of having ever twigg'd such a brace of rum coves before. The Broad-brimmer of the Aberdeenonian, when daffed, presented his finely formed nose, and it was quite easy to perceive how inveterately he clenched his Ivories within his Potatoe trap ! On the other hand, our Hero took care of No. 1, spoke little, such as take care, Sir, Now, Sir, &c. It is probably well known to our readers, that the above celebrated Pugilists intended, on a former occasion, to Doff their Toggery in honour of their respective Cities; but the Hero having shy'd, paid forfeit. It was at the discussing of the forfeit that the present match was got up, and which arose out of the following circumstance :-During the quaffing of the Blue, Geordy thought proper to dub Mac a Coward ! and a B-----r! was this to be pocketed ? surely not. Sandy, gave the challenge, it was accepted by Weir ! who articulated my soul's in arms and eager for the fray ! and, instanter, peeled, but the Gas Crib was no go. The Office was given to the different wet lods present, and to Writer's Court was the cry. At ten minutes past seven the men entered the Ring, attended by their respective Seconds, (but we forbear at present mentioning names) it may however be noticed, that the exertions of the Stakeholder was beyond all praise, having been employed on the look out, making things right, keeping the Beaks in Gammon, &c. he was just in time to see this celebrated BATTLE. Round first-The men entered the ring, as was said before, at ten minutes past seven, and were handled by no mean Novices in the Art, and immediately set to, shaking of hands not being con- sidered at all necessary by the Gentlemen, on the present occasion. Weir went up to his man, determined on mischief, and nothing else, let fly right and left, and caught Sandy such a smack over the right ogle, that made him kiss the sod as if defunct. Loud shouts from the Stonehaven men, its all your own way Geordy, and not yet, from Mac's Cowgate supporters.-Betting six gills to three on Weir. Round Second....Mac came to the scratch undismayed, and cries of tip him one of your squeekers, Sandy, it's a fine day, Mac, and such like blarney, were now repeatedly vociferated ! Mac himself, with his usual coolness, roaring 'go on, Sir! Now, Sir,' instantly felt with his right mauly for Geordy's left sky-light, and in a twinkling the Aberdeen Youth was totally invisible ! he having gone through one of Dr Milner's cellar doors. It was thought by some of the blades he had gone for a pill or a plaister; but his friends were not down! Roars of laughter, and cries of Go it, Sandy, you have done his goose for him, &c.....Betting even. Third, and Last, Round....Weir, still game, showed fight, and would not be denied, went in, to finish off hand ; but Mac instantly tapt Geordy's claret. At this moment a row began.... the Beaks were on the alert....Mac made himself scarce...and poor Stonehive was dragged to RobertsoN's Lodgings, Old Fish- market Close, opposite the Cross !!! Though this Match terminated so unsatisfactorily, the Fancy confidently expect another very soon. X, Y, Z. Edinburgh:-Printed for James McLean,-Price One Penny.
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1825 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.74(077)
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