Good-bye to the (Cricketing) Season,
(A Fond Farewell, something in the style of Praed, composed at the Oval in October by our Own Old Enthusiast.)
Good-bye to the Season!—’Tis over!
Pavilions no longer are gay;
Bat, bowler, and leal Cricket-lover,
Are scattered like M.P.’s away.
Walter Read bobs no longer his brown end
At point, watching Bannerman’s “shape;”
Gilbert Grace has gone home to dear Downend,
Bob Abel is bound for the Cape.