May no base beak, or trap with aspect rude,

Upon a comfortable mill intrude—

A mill between not enemies, but friends,

And upon which a lot of blunt depends;

A mill, I trust, which, as in days of yore,

Will honest fighting to the ring restore;

A mill which, whosoe’er may win the same,

Will show the British boxer’s genuine game,

Unkind aspersions on the Fancy crush,

And put accurs’d knife-practice to the blush—