6.—The mug of Paddy was a picture of punishment; both his eyes damaged and his face altogether changed. Fresh milling was added, but he nevertheless threw Davis.
7.—This was a sharp round. Boshell went down exhausted. (“It’s poundable—take him away.”)
8.—The claret was now trickling down the nose of Davis. After some heavy exchanges they broke from a close, and Boshell fought till he fell on his knees, and caught hold of the ropes distressed.
9.—Davis winked to his friends that it was all right, and planted three facers in succession. Boshell, however, showed the fight was not taken out of him, and again threw his opponent a heavy fall. (“Bravo, Boshell, you are a game fellow!”)
10.—The face of the Irishman was piteous. Boshell went down.
11.—In struggling for the throw, Davis slipped on his knees. This was thought unhandsome; but Boshell held up his hands, not to hit him foul. (“Bravo!” from all parts of the ring.)
12.—Boshell endeavoured to make some hits, but went down exhausted.
13.—Boshell was floored like a shot, from a tremendous lunging blow on his nob. (Any odds.)
14.—Boshell, groggy, was hit down, but in falling he caught the ropes.
15.—Boshell came up staggering, and soon went down. Time was called, and it was thought he had given up. Davis’s hat was thrown into the air, and the outer ring broken.