I remember, I remember
The cabs we used to get,
The growler from the "Adam Arms"
(The horse is living yet);
My spirit was impatient then,
That is so meek to-day,
And now I often think that that
Would be the quickest way.
I remember, I remember
The lights against the sky;
I used to think that London would
Be closer by-and-by;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther from the Strand
Than when I was a boy.
A.P.H.
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CUE TYPES.
At the present moment, when the billiard professionals are contesting
the palm and Mr. S.H. FRY has re-captured the title of amateur
champion seven-and-twenty years after he first won it, there is such
interest in the game that a kind of _Guide to Billiard Types_ cannot
but be of value. Hence the following classification of players who
are to be met with in clubs, country-houses or saloons by any ordinary
wielders of the cue. Any reader who has ever endeavoured to master
what may be called (by way of inversion) the Three Balls Art has power
to add to their number.
The player who, as he drops behind in the game, says so often that it
is months since h" touched a cue that your success is robbed of all
savour.
The player who is funny and calls the red the Cherry, the Robin, the
Cardinal or the Lobster.
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