A prize-fight (my hat!)—
When I heard a great noise as though heaven was breaking asunder,
And "Thanks be to glory," said I, "for this merciful dole;
The rain! the beneficent rain! Will it lighten, I wonder?
I need not pack up, after all, for my cruise to the Pole;"
And my spirits revived and my appetite seemed to awaken,
And I said so to Jane as she brought in the kidneys and bacon;
I was vexed when she answered me pertly, "Why, that isn't thunder;
We're taking in coal!"
I say there are limits. The girl may be decent and sunny,