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A man whose mere name was submerged in the sea / Of letters which followed it, B. A., M. D., / And Minerva knows what else, held forth at Bellevue / On what he believed some discovery new / In medical Science (though, mayhap, a truth / That was old in Confucius' earliest youth), / And a bevy of bright women students sat near, / Absorbing his wisdom with eye and with ear.
Close by, lay the corpse of a man, half in view. / Dear shades of our dead and gone grandmamas! you / Whose modesty hung out red flags on each cheek, / Danger signals -- if some luckless boor chanced to speak / The words "leg" or "liver" before you, I think / Your gray ashes, even, would deepen to pink / Should your ghost happen into a clinic or college / Where your granddaughters congregate seeking for knowledge. / Forced to listen to what they are eager to hear, / No doubt you would fancy the world out of gear, / And deem modesty dead, with last century belles.