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THE GREAT FIGHT BETWEEN “BILL MONEY,” AND M. M., OR “THE MERRY MILLER.”

(From the Oxford Field.)

Although we are rather tired of reporting the progress of this somewhat protracted encounter, we think that our readers may now be interested by a short review of what has occurred up to this time. It will be remembered that the late respected holder of the blue ribbon of the Oxford Prize-Ring, died in May last. Scarcely had the breath left his body, when “Bill” claimed to hold the belt almost as a sacred right; he was, undoubtedly, the first in the field, and his friends have spared no expense in bringing their man up to the scratch in good condition. His challenge was, however, soon taken up by his wide-awake opponent, and after very little delay the battle commenced. The few rounds which have been fought, have not been very decisive.

1st Round. Both came up smiling. “Bill” was the first to draw blood by a dodgy blow, which he had picked up from the late champion. This put up the miller's crest, and there was some very quick hitting, till the features of both men were so puffed, that they were obliged to call in the aid of the ever-ready sponge.

2nd Round. “Bill” now went at “the Miller,” and passed over to his side of the Ring, and opened the fighting. After some ugly passes “Bill” rushed in, clenched, and struggled for the throw, and they went to earth together, with “the Miller” slightly on the top. At this point considerable confusion occurred from the outrageous conduct of one whom M. M. has the misfortune to count among his partisans. A well-known noisy braggart, Tom Thunderer, who had forced himself close to the ropes and before the judges, not only cheered his man in the most indecent language—“Smash him “Miller;” “You're the boy;” “Lick the imposter;” but actually attempted to dictate to the Umpires. There was great indignation naturally among “Bill's” friends, and many whose sympathies had before been with the “Miller,” were disgusted at such unfair and un-English conduct. We must confess, however, that the supporters of “Money” quite made up by shrillness and the virulence of their hoots for the weakness of their voices “Down with the German;” “England for ever;” “No dirty foreigner;” and one in particular, a noted member of the swell-mob, named Jenkins, equally famous for his shabby gentility of dress, and vulgar affectation of elegance in language, was heard exclaiming “Detur Anglicano,” having picked up a few words of Latin from some more educated compeer.