He the great, the hornéd one?
Shan't I caper in his train
Through the hours of feast and fun!"
And he looked with eyes of jade
Through the sunshine, through the shade,
Far beyond Marine Parade.

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Should you go to Pebble Bay,
Golfing or to bathe and boat--
Should you see a loaded shay,
In the shafts a scarecrow goat,
Tell him that you hope (with me)
Pan will shortly set him free,
Pipe him home to Arcady.

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CRICKET NOTES.

Mr. P.F. WARNER has received countless expressions of regret on his
retirement from first-class cricket. Among these he values not least a
"round robin" from the sparrows at Lord's, all of whom he knows by name. In
the score-book of Fate is this entry in letters of gold:

"Plum" _c_ Anno _b_ Domini 47.

Long may he live to enjoy the cricket of others!