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one of my brothers and myself to a great 

 match at Lord's, and, though more than 

 thirty years have passed, I can still recall 

 how we all three lay on the grass and 

 w T atched the elegant defence of Richard Daft, 

 or hastily dodged to avoid one of George 

 Parr's slashing square leg hits. In those 

 days county cricket was of comparatively 

 small importance, and it was the periodical 

 battles between the All England and United 

 All England Elevens that excited the great- 

 est public interest. This was the time when 

 the three Cambridgeshire cracks, Hayward, 

 Carpenter, and Tarrant, were perhaps at their 

 best ; when Caffyn and Julius Caesar were 

 doing yeoman service for Surrey ; when H. 

 H. Stephenson was keeping himself in good 

 condition all through each winter by acting 

 as huntsman to a pack of harriers ; when 

 Jackson's deadly bowling was at its fastest ; 

 and when Tom Lockyer's incessant clowning 

 — clowning, by the way, that was never 

 allowed to interfere with business, as any 

 rash batsmen who attempted to take the 

 smallest liberty promptly discovered to his 

 cost — had made him about the most popular 



