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passing it on to Captain Egerton-Green most beautifully, 

 enabled the gallant Lancer, who was on Sultan and anxiously 

 awaiting his opportunity, to score. On ends being changed, 

 some not very interesting play took place under the boards 

 by the band-stand — why does the ball always go there, by the 

 bye ? — during which Edinburgh got the best of the fight, and 

 eventually hit behind, and soon after Rugby, who were sorely 

 pressed, did the same in self-defence. 



' Ah ! now see Rugby will no longer brook being placed on 

 the defensive. The ball, well hit out by Mr. G. A. Miller, is 

 carried on by his comrades : Lord Shrewsbury, easily dis- 

 tinguishable by his lighter-coloured shirt, is making the running 

 on Lo-Ben, and with Mr. " Jack " Drybrough weaponless — 

 he had dropped his stick — the chances seem in favour of 

 Rugby. On they sweep ; a back-hander of Mr. G. A. Miller's 

 lands the ball on the very threshold of Edinburgh's goal, 

 and — ? No, it wasn't a goal, but only saved by Mr. T. B. 

 Drybrough, who, in the nick of time, hit behind in self-defence. 

 Now surely Rugby has a chance, as they meet the charge out 

 in line of their opponents. Back goes the ball ; Lord Shrews- 

 bury clears the front for his comrades, dropping into Mr, 

 Beatty's place as if the pair had been playing No. 1 and No. 2 

 respectively all their lives, whilst Mr. E. D. Miller, intent on 

 goal-hitting, comes up with a rattle on The Snipe. But he 

 makes a bad shot, and soon Rugby hits behind. Shortly 

 after, however, he had his revenge and scored ; this was a 

 smart bit of play, as coming up with a wet sail and foiled by 

 the hard-smacked ball hitting a pony, he followed it up through 

 the wheeling crowd, tapping it here and dribbling it there, 

 till, in spite of all, he put it between the posts. It was pretty, 

 I tell you. But a moment after Edinburgh went to the front 

 again, and Mr. " Jack " Drybrough scored with a fine angle- 

 shot through a perfect forest of ponies' legs. Emboldened by 

 this success the Northern team forced the fighting after the 

 change of ends, but Mr. E. D. Miller promptly foiled them. 

 A glance at the scattered forces convinced him of the practica- 



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