Myself with Hambledon and all its Peers.
To-day a Score of Batsmen brings, you say?
Yes, but where leaves the Bats of yesterday?
And this same summer day that brings a Knight
May take the Grace and Ranjitsinjh away.
Willsher the famed is gone with all his 'throws,'
And Alfred's Six-foot Reach where no man knows;
And Hornby—that great hitter—his own Son
Plays in his place, yet recks not the Red Rose.
And Silver Billy, Fuller Pilch and Small,