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driving them away by powerful hitting. Gibbes continued in until the wickets were drawn. It was unfortunate there had not been another hour of daylight, as, in that event, as he was so well in, the probability is his score would have been equal to the highest made by our English friends.
But we must return from this digression. Scarlett was the next to take his place at the wicket, vice Gibbes retired. He scored three, his companion, Hammond, batting cautiously. There were now five maiden overs from Jackson-then Hammond made a splendid drive for three off Parr-he was soon after caught by Hayward. Marsh came next, but he was soon given out, leg before wicket. Wilby supplied the vacancy, he scored three by a drive for two, and a single to leg; in the meantime, Scarlett was given out leg before wicket. Wilby soon followed him to the tent, having been bowled by Parr. Senior and H. Wright now faced each other, but they were soon separated-after obtaining three singles, Senior hit his own wicket. J. Higham took his place at the wicket, but a terrific ball from Jackson soon disposed of him. Head filled the vacancy thus created, and Jackson was unceremonious enough to "off with his head" in the same way he had done his predecessor. The veteran and popular Sara Wright (if we may judge from the loud applause with which he was greeted) had, in the interim, put in an appearance, and he commenced right, but his reign was of short duration, for incautiously stepping out of his ground, he was, as a certain consequence, stumped out by the ever-vigilant Lockyer in magnificent style. This exhibition of skill on the part of Lockyer, was again immediately recognized, and loudly applauded. H. Wright having just been put out, also, by a catch of Lockyer off Parr, we find two youths from the Philadelphia Club facing each other at the wicket, Morgan and Newhall. The latter is destined to hold a conspicuous place among American Cricketers. He is active, graceful, with a fine figure. He does not appear to be twenty years of age, yet he is already a fine bat, excellent long stop, and few superior to him in any position in the field. As he stood at the wicket, he reminded me of the Lord of the Unerring Bow, described by Lord Byron:—
"The God of life, and poesy, and Light—
The sun in human limbs array'd, and brow
All radiant from his triumph in the flight—
The shaft hath just been shot the arrow bright,
With an immortal vengeance in his eye
And nostril beantiful disdain, and might
And majesty dash their full lightnings by,
Developing in that one glance, the Deity!"
