seven o'clock
How the Lord 's men were out by half-past twelve o'clock for ninety-eight runs . How the Captain of the School eleven went in first to give his men pluck , and scored twenty-five in beautiful style ; how Rugby was only four behind in the first innings . What a glorious dinner they had in the fourth-form School , and how the cover-point hitter sang the most topping comic songs , and old Mr. Aislabie made the best speeches that ever were heard , afterwards . But I have n't space , that 's the fact , and so you must fancy it all , and carry yourselves on to half-past seven o'clock , when the School are again in , with five wickets down and only thirty-two runs to make to win . The Marylebone men played carelessly in their second innings , but they are working like horses now to save the match . There is much healthy , hearty , happy life scattered up and down the close ; but the group to which I beg to call your especial attention is there , on the slope of the island , which looks towards the cricket-ground . It consists of three figures ; two are seated on a bench , and one on the ground at their feet .