Are far too long odds e'en for Ulyett and Hall; and who can foresee English weather? Why, no man.
Wants a cool sticker like Scotton to stand it. Eh? Gives the poor bowlers a look in? Oh, granted,
Good trundling's a part of the game to be sure, but you see at this crisis it's scoring that's wanted,
Dashes the 'gazers, this downing the wickets like nine-pins in swamp with muck-moisture afloat all,
And then ninety-two for a tall-scoring team like our Notts, you must own's a contemptible total,
Middlesex plays in and out; lots of scorers like Webbe, Stoddart, Lucas, O'Brien, and Vernon.
But Robertson, Burton, and West want assistance as bowlers, and bowling's a thing wins will turn on.
Gloucester's slap out of it. Pity poor Grace with a team he can seldom bring up to the scratch, Sir,
So that, in spite of his own startling scores, the, at one time, "Invincibles" scarce win a match, Sir,
Sussex,—well, Quaife is a promising bat, and you always may look for some notches from Newham,