They’ll be at home to a peg at the Arms!
The lovers of truth, without crime, may here fib,
On the pleasures of sporting can sing;
Then ye swells give a turn to gallant Tom Cribb,
That he may ne’er quit the ‘Arms of his King.’”
[142]. This speech was thus poetically paraphrased in a weekly journal, from which we quote a few of the lines:—
“THE CHAMPION’S RETIREMENT.
“‘Every puny whipster gets my sword.’—Shakspeare.
“No so with our champion of Britain’s proud throng,
He still rears his crest for the fight or the song;