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the toss, and sent in Hayes and Gostenhofer to take THE RUGBY MATCH.

the edge off the bowling, but they unfortunately got AFTER two years of triumph we have had to lower bowled out before fulfilling their mission. Napier onr colours before victorious Rugby, who inflicted on || hit well, and Womersley's 28 was the best innings as, we must confess, a most decisive defeat by an on our side, his leg-hitting being particularly crisp. innings and 24 runs. At the same time we cannot Leggatt, however, proved irresistible, his break help thinking that our team was not seen at its best; | utterly puzzling man after man, and 79 was all we the “ form” that beat the old fellows and Chelten had to show when our first innings was over, eleven ham would have given Rugby a great deal of trouble, of which were due to a wonderfully patient perfor. and it was a sad disappointment to all those who mance by Jacson. Gaddum had bowled steadily, but believed in our eleven to see the sad collapse of July as all our fellows religiously refused to look at 31st. Leslie was, without doubt, the best bat in tempting balls on the off-side he was not very fatal. either team, and we are inclined to give Leggatt the Rugby sent in Fitzgerald and Cobb, and at lunchpalm for bowling—he certainly was wonderfully time Cobb was out, excellently caught by the captain successful—but we are not quite prepared to admit at point. Smith gave a little trouble and was that the disparity between the two schools was as followed by Leslie who soon settled down to business, great as appears on paper. But for reasons unknown dealing out very severe punishment all round, his our safest bats did not come off, the bowling was not driving being really excellent. We are inclined to up to its usual standard, and the fielding was think that our captain made an error of judgment scarcely so good as usual. In justice to ourselves we here, in that there was no man put out for Leslie : must remind our readers that Gostenhofer had only with so hard a hitter in, one man in the country just re-appeared after a prolonged sojourn in the would have turned many fours into singles, and sick-room, and that Leach, most steady of bątsmen, possibly have stopped the hitting altogether. As it was unable to play.

was Leslie kept “urging on his (anything but) wild Thus much by way of prologue to a few remarks career" till he was very nicely caught at third man on the match itself. We started well by winning | by Rogers for 98; his chief hits, two drives for six

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each and 11 fours, mostly drives. While he was at the wicket 122 runs were put on, 98 of which went to his individual score: this will speak for the severity of his hitting. Bowden-Smith carried his bat for an excellent 28. We followed on, 3 runs to the bad, and the collapse was even worse than before, though Law played very carefully.

Rogers and Stanton stayed for some time, the former playing a very plucky innings and hitting Gaddum in most confident style: but all was in vain: the game lost : Leggatt was not to be denied, and would not allow us even to save a single inning's defeat, due chiefly to the collapse of our batting, as the Rugby score was not enormous or even large enough to be disheartening, except by comparison. Napier bowled fairly well, though he got very wild at times, and Peake managed to get some “yorkers” past the bat, but Gostenhofer,—owing to illness, perhapswas not in form. We append score and analysis.

MARLBOROUGH-First Innings.

Overs. Maidens. Runs. Gaddam......... 30

20 Fletcher.........


22 Leslie


20 Leggatt



14 Second Innings. Gaddam ........ 22.1


43 Leggatt.



31 Fletcher


1 Leslie .....



RUGBY. Napier



51 Gostenhofer



66 Peake .........


23 Armstrong


25 Law





2 3 1 0



M.C.C.C. 1st innings.

2nd innings. S. H. Hayes, b. Fletcher .............

1 b. Gaddam ......... 2 G. Gostenhofer, b. Gaddam ......... 6 0. Fletcher, b.

Gaddam......... 4 C. W. Law, ran out

3 b. Leggatt

13 J. R. Napier, b. Leslie

24 b. Leggatt

8 O. F. Jacson, not out......

11 run out

0 D. Womersley, b. Leggatt 28 b. Leggatt

0 G. 8. Rogers, b. Leggait

0 1.b.w., b. Gaddum 26 O.R.Armstrong,c. Cobb, b.Leggatt 2 b. Leggatt

0 H. E. Stanton, b. Gaddam

1 b. Leggatt 12 C. L. Booth, 1.b.w., b. Leggatt 0 b. Leggatt

8 E. Peake, b. Leggatt........

0 not out............... 7 Byes 2, 1.-bye 1................ 3 Byes 4, 1.-bye 3 7

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Four fine companions

In prime weather
Came to Macroom from Cork

By train together.
I won't tell their names

To make you jealous,
But they really were

Four good fellows. It was gala night,

They left Cork station, Where was a free fight

With manners of the nation.
All the Paddies were athirst,

All the lasses frisky,
Third class stormed the First,

And there drank whisky.
In the corner sat a carle

Leery, lean and sheeny, When they'd snubbed him some one dubbed him

Mr. Mac Sweeny.
'Twas the Landlord of Macroom,

If they had but known it,
Bat if drawn' he loved his parse,

Too well to own it.

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RUGBY. B. Fitzgerald, c. Napier, b. Gostenhofer..... 14 C. Cobb, c. Napier, b. Gostonhofer

0 T. L. Smith, b. Peake...........

13 C. F. Leslie, o. Rogers, b. Napier....... 98 F. W. Capron, b. Armstrong .......

7 A. J. Bailey, b. Peake.........

2 C. A. Leggatt, b. Napier

5 F. Fletcher, b. Napier....

5 F. Bowden. Smith, not ont......

28 F. Gaddum, b. Napier ......

4 F. Prevost, c. and b. Peake

.... 3 Byes 6, 1.b. 4, n.b. 1


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Helter skelter down we ran

"Sixty feet!” cried D. N. took a header out of the 'medder,'

Over a fence into three.
Oh Mr. Mao Sweeny

Was’nt he green ? he,
Poor maddy diver, wished (for a fiver)

You had been he!
But a health to the Inn of Macroom,
-Its singles and two-bedded room,-

At the trumpet of doom,

In darkness and gloom,
May the bloom never fade from Macroom!

When they'd quite cleaned ont

Mr. Sweeny's pantry,
Next day they drove away

To the Bay of Bantry.
Panch spied a flock of geese

Lying in the clover,
Cocked up his tail and making all sail,

Bowled one over.
Ab Mrs. Goose, you'd not have got loose,

Had your neck been thinner,
Poor little Panch you've sold of his lanch,

He must wait for dinner.
Forty miles outside,

Rain drip-dropping-
Inchigeelagh made us feel a

Bit like stopping.
Bat “'Twill clear," the coachman swore,

(Waterproof he had on),
A dan for a tip, a villainous whip,

Oh he was a bad 'on!
Mr. Roche, Mr. Roche, you own the coach,

Do change the driver,
We tipped him eight bob and he swore for the job

He did'nt get a stiver,
But hang the weather and rogacs together,

Jarvey, rain, and tariff !
See! what a sight for a life's delight,

Gem of the bay, Glengariff !
Sleepy sea, sunny skies,

Cheered us in the morning, "If ye'd bathe 'tis time to rise,"

* Boots' gave as warning. At the oars we sit, and not

Waiting for their right shirts, N. and A. come down at last,

Snoring, in their night shirts. Fifty yards from shore we reach,

Hark! a peal of laughter,

Laddie's grunt's close to the punt,

Panch pants paddling after. Ne'er before or since did they

Show a swimmer's spirit !
That's the way, my bonny Bay,

Dogs discern your merit.
Halloa, the Gong! by Jove we're wrong-

“Ten ? Nine's the Coach!” “ Quick, make fast The boat,” “The Bill,” “Pack," "Coffee swill,

Bolt ham and eggs for breakfast." Here's a health to the Eccles Hotel, The green-mantled queen of the dell,

Its bay and its boat,

Its bright table d'hôte,
And the gong that they use for a bell.

Booked again for forty miles,

At Kenmare we'd luncheon,
All the Coach was chat and smiles,

Glorionsly the sun shone.
Priest and Yankee gabbled fast,

Each the other'd gravel,
With the wisdom he'd amassed

In his foreign travel.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, France, Italy,

Niagara, Rome, Narni,-
Hash! can it be?-Like ---River,-Sea,-

It is, it is Killarney!
Killarney, or some magic dream,

Some realm of Elf or Fairy,
Whose mirror makes yon mountains seom,

Half watery, half airy;
Whose rocks are rich with sunset dyes,

Whose waves match morning's splendour,
Whose shores take with the changing skies,

Frowns terrible, smiles tender.
O glorious lake ! O duck and drake !

Bathes, browses, rows, and rambles !
O dark Dunloe! O famed Echo!

O scrambles throngh the brambles ! 'Twere long to tell how all befell,

How hunger sanced our dishes,
How Stroke and Bow canght crabs, bat how

They fished and caught no fishes.
How, beauty.mazed, we gazed and gazed

Where sister lake sent sister
A soft shy smile from Dinish Isle,

'Till down she flashed and kissed her. How we ont-paced all boats that raced,

Then dawdled at our leisure,
How N. taught Tim the way to swim

A mile and more by measure.

How when we swore we'd pause no more,

But make the pace alarming,
A voice would call, “ Ease-casy all,

I see a view that's charming!"
How when at nine we came to dine,

We polished off the chickens, How Laddie bolted all the bones,

And wee Panoh had the pickin's. Enough! 'tis plain, my words profane,

Killarney's grace and glory,
And yet before I've done I'd fain

Relate our boatman's story.
His name was Mat-a true born Pat,

All joking and cajolery,
His best yarns ran on one called Dan,

Some dolt who stirred his drollery,
I would you'd seen his merry mien

And face with laughter wrinkled, And, as he spoke, at each old joke

How sober Tim's eyes twinkled.
“Lord G. comes down from Dublin town,

Says he 'I want this minute
A lad to steer who knows the Mere

And every rock within it.'
Then ap steps Dan, 'Sir, I'm your man,

I know each shoal and island.'
He stoered, and ere they'd row'd a mile

He drove the boat on dry land!
•You said' cursed G. (he thought d'ye seo

That Dan was making fan of 'em) "You knew the whole, rock, ridge, and shoal,'

Qaoth Dan 'I did. Here's one of 'em.'" Halt Mase, or with your idle prate

Of paper you will fill yards, One more thing only here relate,

And that's the Mackross billiards.
A. said he beat N.,

N. beat B.,
C. R. beat the world,

Q. E. D.!
Here's a health to the Inn of Muckross,
More power to its Boss, Mr. Ross,

Its Tims and its Mats-
But its gnats and its rats
Would make Father Job himself cross.

We mount our car betimes, for far

Rosbeigh's to reach by driving,
And I'd advise the man that's wise

To basten his arriving;
But should night come ere he get home,

Who fears a ghost or boggart, he

Some Namber 2 of mountain dew

Should get from Mrs. Fogarty.
Our inn we reached and no one peached

Though thrice we robbed “The Colonel ;”
The Standard, Times! who'd not do crimes

To see an English journal ? “Fine day, hurray!” The party small

Grows smaller by dividing,
Two take a constitutional,

And two go off a-riding.
And who for better lack would pray ?

San warm-waves smooth-winds mellowA light heart, and a holiday

A friend,-a right good fellow.
A sky dark-blae above we view,

Dark-blue the Ocean under,
And far away bright gleams of spray

A glory and a wonder.
With merry talk we-footmon-walk

Till (Trav’ller do not pass it!)
A house we reach, hard by the beach,

Of M.P. Blennerbasset.
Of all the seas that I have seen

That nook has, sure, the shiniest,
Of all salt waves in which I've been,

I plunged then in the briniest.
Our eyes glowed with a healthful smart,

Our limbs were all a-tingle,
It filled with revelry the heart

That noble sea of Dingle !
Here's a health to the Inn of Rossbeigh,
But mind your cuisine Mrs. Shea !

The soup you called 'Pea'

Was too acid for me,
And your 'tay' rather flavoured of hay.
But your coffee was good Mrs. Shea,
And Jane waited well Mrs. Shea,

You'd brisk malt and hops,

And plump mutton chops,
Jsay you flourish by night and by day!

When they left Rossbeigh,

('Twas just a week from starting) They went to the ferry but weren't very merry,

The hoor was come for parting.
Blithe N. looked sad, D. far from glad,

And Puncb's tail was drooping,
And B.'s heart sank as from the bank

He watched the boat's crew grouping.
Bat they'll take o re methinks they'd swear

That week's ties ne'er to sever,
A friend in need's a friend indeed,

True friends are friends for ever.

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looked for by an earlier train, was the signal for a burst of cheering such as is rarely heard even at a school; taken up and repeated again and again, it was no slight token of the estimation in which his name his held here. The 'Carmen' heing reserved for the evening, the assembly dispersed without the aid of music. Luncheon was followed by the usual toasts and speeches, and itself gave way in turn to the attraction of the Flower Show held in the Master's garden, and the diszlay of the powers of the new Organ by Mr. Bambridge. It remains only to mention the performance in the evening by the Royal Poland Street Hand-bell ringers. Though not heard for the first time by many present, the marvellous manipulation of the performers, and their perfect command over their bells made the concert very enjoyable. The choir added a few capitally sung glees, and the Carmen,' and 'Auld Lang Syne,' brought a most pleasant day to a close.

The Prize Day of 1878 deserves to be remembered as the first of its kind. Not that Marlborough has never known a Prize Day-indeed, where is the School which has not its Prize Day ? — but this was of a sort yet unknown here; no half Prize Day, half Breaking-up Day; as it began, so it ended; its pleasures were no“, as heretofore, confounded with the more tumultous enjoyment of actually leaving for the holidays; pervaded by a sense of holidaytime, it was still a day at School: an idle day for most, though for some one of the most trying in the year -in a word, a decorous and orthodox Prize-Day. It had been decided that Monday and not Tuesday should be Prize-day this year, and all examination work should be finished, if possible, in the previous week, so as to leave a clear day on Monday. It became necessary therefore to provide means for filling up the time after luncheon, and accordingly a Flower-Show, an Organ-Recital, and an evening entertainment were announced to take place in the afternoon and evening preceding the departure of the Special train on Tuesday morning.

The service in Chapel began at 11, and everyone must have noticed the completion of the scheme of Chapel decorations by the filling-up, with one exception, of the long-expected series of pictures. The anthem as Mendelssohn's, “How lovely are the messengers."

After a short interval, everyone adjourned to the Cpper School for the distribution of prizes, and the Master, after reviewing the work of the School during the past year, read the list of honours. This, though not as long as it has been sometimes, contained a few' honours of quality', if they may be so called, which are really more valuable to a list than its length. But more abiding in the memory of all who witnessed the scene, will be the dramatic incident which interrupted the ordinary business of the day. The unexpected entrance of Canon Farrar, who was

Occasional Notes. The School assembled on Friday, September 20th. An unusually large number of new fellows have been admitted.

The Common-Room has been reinforced by F. W. Headley, Esq., of Caius College, Cambridge.

The collection made on Sunday, September 22nd, to be divided between the Princess Alice fund, and that of the Abercarne Colliery, amounted to £33 4s.

On Sunday, September 29th, being the Feast of St. Michael, and the Anniversary of the Consecration of the Chapel, the sermon was preached by the Right Rev. Dr. Mitchinsor, Bishop of Barbados, who, at the request of the Sixth Form, has kindly allowed it to be printed.

A NEW Hymn-book has been issued this term, containing 88 new hymns, and leaving out 66 which were in the former edition. The old books have been sent to F. J. Biden, Esq., at Calcutta.

Tas palings round the trees in Court have been removed, thereby greatly improving the appearance of the Court.

FOOTBALL has already begun in most houses, though cricket still lingers on the XI, the weather being at present too warm for Big Game.

The Marlburian has lost the services of Furneaux, Davies, Arkle, and Griffith.

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