This article presents an overview of English cricket from 1816 to 1863. For more detailed coverage of the period, see the series of season reviews in Category:English cricket seasons from 1816 to 1863.
Although the article mentions some events in other countries, these are connected with the introduction of cricket from England and into those countries. For additional information about the development of the game in the main cricket-playing countries outside England during the period, see:
- History of Australian cricket to 1876
- History of Canadian cricket
- History of cricket in India to 1918
- History of cricket in New Zealand to 1890
- History of cricket in South Africa to 1918
- History of cricket in Sri Lanka
- History of United States cricket
- History of cricket in the West Indies to 1918
The Napoleonic Wars had deprived cricket of investment and manpower, particularly after 1810 as the conflict in the Peninsular War reached its height and the invasion of France followed. A recovery began in 1815, the year of the Battle of Waterloo, and a more widespread return to normality can be observed from 1816, although it was not until 1825 that inter-county matches were resurrected when Kent played Sussex.
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