It came by runners, it came by wire,
To answer the bid of Israel Freyer,
It poured in millions from every side,
And almost strangled him as he cried,—
“I’ll give One Hundred and Sixty!”
Like Vulcan after Jupiter’s kick,
Or the aphoristical Rocket’s stick,
Down, down, down, the premium fell,
Faster than this rude rhyme can tell!
Thirty per cent the index slid,