<<MATCH BETWEEN PAUL MORPHY (THE AMERICAN CHESS PHENOMENON) AND HERR LOWENTHAL (THE HUNGARIAN CHAMPION)>
This match draws its slow length along, but fortune still smiles on the bold and youthful American.
Is this merely the fickleness of the chequered goddess, or has Mr Morphy really the stronger grasp, wherewith to seize her favour?
The games played are hardly enough to decide the point for ever.
Mr Morphy has won six games, lost but two, and drawn one.
Nothing final could be adjudged as to relative skill until 20 or 30 games were played.
As it is, Mr Morphy has to win but three to gain the laurel, while Herr Lowenthal requires to score nine.
It must be said that the latter takes his defeat thus far admirably, indeed, he seems rather to like it than otherwise, for the philosophy of his smile while he drains the bitter cup, vies with the mien of the early martyrs at the stake.
A brave man struggling with misfortune is a sight, quoth the heathen, worthy of the Gods.
He must have foreseen Lowenthal in laying down this axiom.
Lowenthal battles like a lion at bay, and is no whit discomfitted.
He recollects that Napoleon was beaten at Marengo at three o'clock, and was victor of the field an hour later in the day.>