The Highland Weekly News

The New York Times has a "Battle Hymn" in honor of the American champion in the late International "mill," the following extract from which we commend to the "hero," and all similarly inclined:

But, Heenan, boy,
I fear one day there'll be a "mill"
When champions all will get their fall
Or fight:
A sort of general grinding day-
In thy quaint phrase, the devil to pay.
With heavy weights and light
O, Heenan, boy
Within the bounds of this World Ring.
There walks a certain Champion King.
With whom we all must tussle
Perhaps you know the wight I mean-
He's queerly built, long-jawed and lean,
Without a sign of muscle.
But yet, though his "condition's" poor
As poor can be, one thing is sure-
He makes his "mawley"
fit
No fairness shows he to his foes,
He deals the foulest kind of blows,
And strikes "below the belt!"
No "sparring," "stopping," "countering," then,
My shoulder-hitter "floors his men
With just a single pass,
Yes, Heenan, boy when he lets drive."
Before his bony "bunch of fives"
You'll surely "go to grass."
Now, Heenan, boy,
With such a "lively mill" in view,
A course of training to go through
We surely only right-
Let me suggest that you leave strife,
And for the balance of your life,
Just pray instead of fight,-
Eh, Heenan, boy