Gladiatress

What did ſhe ſee to doat upon the ſtile / Of Gladiatreſs? […] Mævia (a Gladiatreſs) fights with a wilde Boar, 21

Oh! nobly train’d and tutor’d by this art / To take at Flora’s ſhows the harlot’s part, / Unleſs it be her purpoſe to engage / As real gladiatreſs on the ſtage!

Amidst all the contests of the day, we learn nothing of that illustrious gladiatress, Mrs Anne Royal.

From the disgusting to the ridiculous there is but one step, as exemplified in Rome by the combats of dwarfs, which diverted the people exceedingly, especially when any one of them engaged with a gladiatress.

M. Papillon—The combat is superb! It inflames me! Madame Papillon, will you have a bout with me? Madame Papillon—You are mad. Do you think I am a gladiatress?

Two females in Vincenne, Ind., some days ago, arranged for a prize fight. A ring was formed by the sporting men, and gladiatresses stripped to the combat when the police broke in and arrested them.

This was an occasion when the gladiators and gladiatresses of Rome turned themselves loose and painted the town a carmine hue.

In following this woman he had but obeyed an irresistible curiosity, and a vulgar whim, but when she who had inspired these feelings came out of her dressing-room, where she had taken off her habiliments, and came towards him in the costume, which was not one, of a gladiatress about to fight, he was literally thunderstruck by a beauty which his experienced eye—the sculptor’s eye of the real lover of woman—had not entirely divined on the Boulevard, in spite of the whispered revelations of the dress and the walk.