A SONG FOR THE SLOGGER.
(By One who has seen him Smite.)
[During the Scarborough Cricket Week, Mr. C. I. Thornton, the champion slogger of England and enthusiastic supporter of the sport, was presented with a silver trophy, representing himself at the wicket, as a memento of the great part he has taken in the Scarborough Festival since its institution in 1869. Playing in the second innings of M. C. C. against Yorkshire, Mr. Thornton batted as energetically as ever, and twice drove the ball out of the ground.]
Great Thornton the slogger, it comes as a jogger
To memory this tale of your trophy well merited.
Great Scott! how time's flitting. Your gift of tall-hitting,
Which no one—save Bonnor—has fully inherited,
You showed e'en at Eton. It has not been beaten.
You'd whip even Jehu at "furious driving."