PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION.

The following pages are devoted to the history and the science of our

National Game. Isaac Walton has added a charm to the Rod and Line;

Col. Hawker to the Dog and the Gun; and Nimrod and Harry Hieover to

the “Hunting Field:” but, the “Cricket Field” is to this day untrodden

ground. We have been long expecting to hear of some chronicler aided

and abetted by the noblemen and gentlemen of the Marylebone Club,--one

who should combine, with all the resources of a ready writer,

traditionary lore and practical experience. But, time is fast thinning

the ranks of the veterans. Lord Frederick Beauclerk and the once

celebrated player, the Hon. Henry Tufton, afterwards Earl of Thanet,

have passed away; and probably Sparkes, of the Edinburgh Ground, and

Mr. John Goldham, hereinafter mentioned, are the only surviving

players who have witnessed both the formation and the jubilee of the

Marylebone Club--following, as it has, the fortunes of the Pavilion and

of the enterprising Thomas Lord, literally through “three removes” and

“one fire,” from White Conduit Fields to the present Lord’s.

How, then, it will be asked, do _we_ presume to save from oblivion the

records of Cricket?

As regards the Antiquities of the game, our history is the result of

patient researches in old English literature. As regards its changes

and chances and the players of olden time, it fortunately happens

that, some fifteen years ago, we furnished ourselves with old Nyren’s

account of the Cricketers of his time and the Hambledon Club, and,

using Bentley’s Book of Matches from 1786 to 1825 to suggest questions

and test the truth of answers, we passed many an interesting hour

in Hampshire and Surrey, by the peat fires of those villages which

reared the Walkers, David Harris, Beldham, Wells, and some others of

the All England players of fifty years since. Bennett, Harry Hampton,

Beldham, and Sparkes, who first taught us to play,--all men of the

last century,--have at various times contributed to our earlier

annals; while Thomas Beagley, for some days our landlord, the late Mr.

Ward, and especially Mr. E. H. Budd, often our antagonist in Lansdown

matches, have respectively assisted in the first twenty years of the

present century.

But, distinct mention must we make of one most important Chronicler,

whose recollections were coextensive with the whole history of the

game in its matured and perfect form--WILLIAM FENNEX. And here we

must thank our kind friend the Rev. John Mitford, of Benhall, for his

memoranda of many a winter’s evening with that fine old player,--papers

especially valuable because Fennex’s impressions were so distinct, and

his observation so correct, that, added to his practical illustrations

with bat and ball, no other man could enable us so truthfully to

compare ancient with modern times. Old Fennex, in his declining years,

was hospitably appointed by Mr. Mitford to a sinecure office, created

expressly in his honour, in the beautiful gardens of Benhall; and

Pilch, and Box, and Bayley, and all his old acquaintance, will not be

surprised to hear that the old man would carefully water and roll his

little cricket-ground on summer mornings, and on wet and wintry days

would sit in the chimney-corner, dealing over and over again by the

hour, to an imaginary partner, a very dark and dingy pack of cards,

and would then sally forth to teach a long remembered lesson to some

hob-nailed frequenter of the village ale-house.

So much for the History: but why should we venture on the Science of

the game?

Many may be excellently qualified, and have a fund of anecdote and

illustration, still not one of the many will venture on a book.

Hundreds play without knowing principles; many know what they cannot

explain; and some could explain, but fear the certain labour and cost,

with the most uncertain return, of authorship. For our own part, we

have felt our way. The wide circulation of our “Recollections of

College Days” and “Course of English Reading” promises a patient

hearing on subjects within our proper sphere; and that in this sphere

lies Cricket, we may without vanity presume to assert. For in August

last, at Mr. Dark’s Repository at Lord’s, our little treatise on the

“Principles of Scientific Batting” (Slatter: Oxford, 1835) was singled

out as “the book which contained as much on Cricket as all that had

ever been written, and more besides.” That same day did we proceed to

arrange with Messrs. Longman, naturally desirous to lead a second

advance movement, as we led the first, and to break the spell which, we

had thus been assured, had for fifteen years chained down the invention

of literary cricketers at the identical point where we left off; for,

not a single rule or principle has yet been published in advance of

our own; though more than one author has been kind enough to adopt

(thinking, no doubt, the parents were dead) our ideas, and language too!

“Shall we ever make new books,” asks Tristram Shandy, “as apothecaries

make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another?” No.

But so common is the failing, that actually even this illustration of

plagiarism Sterne stole from Burton!

Like solitary travellers from unknown lands, we are naturally desirous

to offer some confirmation of statements, depending otherwise too

much on our literary honour. We, happily, have received the following

from--we believe the oldest player of the day who can be pronounced a

good player still--Mr. E. H. Budd:--

“I return the proof-sheets of the History of my Contemporaries, and

can truly say that they do indeed remind me of old times. I find one

thing only to correct, which I hope you will be in time to alter, for

your accuracy will then, to the best of my belief, be wholly without

exception:--write _twenty_ guineas, and not _twenty-five_, as the sum

offered, by old Thomas Lord, if any one should hit out of his ground

where now is Dorset Square.

“You invite me to note further particulars for your second edition: the

only omission I can at present detect is this,--the name of Lord George

Kerr, son of the Marquis of Lothian, should be added to your list of

the Patrons of the Old Surrey Players; for, his lordship lived in the

midst of them at Farnham; and, I have often heard Beldham say, used to

provide bread and cheese and beer for as many as would come out and

practise on a summer’s evening: this is too _substantial_ a supporter

of the Noble Game to be forgotten.”

We must not conclude without grateful acknowledgments to some

distinguished amateurs representing the science both of the northern

and the southern counties, who have kindly allowed us to compare notes

on various points of play. In all of our instructions in Batting, we

have greatly benefited by the assistance, in the first instance, of

Mr. A. Bass of Burton, and his friend Mr. Whateley, a gentleman who

truly understands “Philosophy in Sport.” Then, the Hon. Robert Grimston

judiciously suggested some modification of our plan. We agreed with

him that, for a popular work, and one “for play hours,” the lighter

parts should prevail over the heavier; for, with most persons, a little

science goes a long way, and our “winged words,” if made too weighty,

might not fly far; seeing, as said Thucydides[1], “men do find it such

a bore to learn any thing that gives them trouble.” For these reasons

we drew more largely on our funds of anecdote and illustration, which

had been greatly enriched by the contributions of a highly valued

correspondent--Mr. E. S. E. Hartopp. When thus the science of batting

had been reduced to its fair proportions, it was happily undertaken by

the Hon. Frederick Ponsonby, not only through kindness to ourselves

personally, but also, we feel assured, because he takes a pleasure in

protecting the interests of the rising generation. By his advice, we

became more distinct in our explanations, and particularly careful of

venturing on such refinements of science as, though sound in theory,

may possibly produce errors in practice.

“_Tantæ molis erat CRICETANUM condere CAMPUM._”

For our artist we have one word to say: not indeed for the engravings

in our frontispiece,--these having received unqualified approbation;

but, we allude to the illustrations of attitudes. In vain did our

artist assure us that a foreshortened position would defy every attempt

at ease, energy, or elegance; we felt bound to insist on sacrificing

the effect of the picture to its utility as an illustration. Our

principal design is to show the position of the feet and bat with

regard to the wicket, and how every hit, with one exception, the Cut,

is made by no other change of attitude than results from the movement

of the left foot alone.

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