All Baltimore and New Orleans seemed centered into one,
As if their stars of beauty had been fused into a sun;
But, oh! her frosty dignity expressed a kind of glow
Like sunshine when thermometers show thirty grades below.
But it flashed a gleam of shrewdness into the head of Gale,
And with aggravatin’ humour he exclaimed to Mr. Dale,
“Since every girl’s a cricket-ball and you’re the only bat,
If you want to show you’re champion, go in and mash on that.
“I will bet a thousand dollars, and plank them on the rub,
That if you try it thither, you will catch a lofty snub.