ABSTRACT
Powerfully impressed by the awful and unexpected exit of the ill-fated pugilist, I quitted his corpse, and strolled pensively towards Hounslow. The multitude had departed from the scene of death with little sorrow, and still less reflection; a desperate mortal’s life was deemed a trifling sacrifice in comparison with the sport which his exploits had afforded at former periods, and the only regret which his noble patrons felt on the present awful occasion, originated in the certainty that he could amuse them no longer.
