Here lies, bowl'd out by Death's unerring ball, A cricketer
renowned, by name John Small; But though his name
was small, yet great was his fame, For nobly did he
play the'noble game'. His life was like
his inningslong and good; Full ninety summers
had Death withstood, At length the
ninetieth winter camewhen (Fate Not leaving him one
solitary mate) This last of
Hambledonians, old John Small, Gave up his bat and
ballhis leather, wax and all. Pierce Egan Epitaph on cricketer John Small. Pierce Egan's
Book of Sports.
Who would think that a little bit of leather, and two pieces of wood, had
such a delightful and delighting power! Mary Russell Mitford ^32 Our Village.
For a long time we dreamed of a real leather ball, and at last my brother had
one for his birthday. The feel of the leather, the
stitching round it, the faint gold letters stamped upon it,
the touch of the seam, the smell of it, all affected me so
deeply that I still have that ache of beauty when I hold
a cricket ball. Alison Uttley Carts and Candlesticks.
Words should be an intense pleasure, just as leather
should be to a
shoemaker. Evelyn Arthur StJohn Waugh In the NewYorkTimes,19 Nov.