Em met. (Yorks.)
The Graces are hers, but the Parcæ have tost her
Of late, so the Championship won't go to Gloucester;
Despite brave Lord Harris, and efforts well-meant,
That honour won't fall to the bold Men of Kent.
'Twould have charmed not a few of the "better for wus" sex,
Had luck smiled (not she!) on their sweethearts of Sussex;
And, though it is famed as the pluck and hard-work shire,
The top of the tree is not reached yet by Yorkshire.