(For some are careless of the laurell’d brow,)

But little of thy glory or thy game,

Yet when they learn that thou hast touch’d the ‘chink,’

Some value to thy labours must allow.”

“RANDALL’S FAREWELL TO THE RING.

“Farewell to the ring, where my claret-stained glory

Arose and obscured the ‘prime dons’ with my fame,

I abandon her now, but ‘Pancratia’ thy story

Shall render quite fadeless the ‘Nonpareil’s’ name.

Oh, sad is the heart that can say the ‘deuce take her,’