And almost hugged him in your arms to death—
Such a base system I pronounce humbugging;
Don’t call it fighting, Caunt, I call it hugging,
And if bold Brassey with that game you tease,
The bear may soon be minus of his grease,
And for a practice cowardly as foul,
Receive a lesson that may make him growl.
But bounce I bar—plain dealing is my plan,
And in the ring I’ll meet you man to man,
And do, most certainly, the best I can.