_A Colloquy after the Eton and Harrow Cricket Match._
_Old Buffer to Small Boy, solicitously_:--
Why are you hoarse, my little lad,
So husky and so hoarse?
Your voice is almost gone! 'Tis sad!
You'll seek advice, of course?
Diphtheria is much about!
And--well you know, there's cancer!!!
Dear me, you're choking now! Don't shout,
But write me down an answer.
_Small Boy to Old Buffer, spasmodically_:--
Cancer--be blowed!--_Cricket_--of course!
Harrow--for years--has beaten;
And--I've been howling till I'm hoarse
To see 'em--licked by Eton!!!
Hooray!!!
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