A False Alarm

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A False Alarm

When Gertrude Atherton pronounced the ladies

Of fair Manhattan hideous as Hades⁠—

In eyes no splendor, and in cheeks no roses,

And, O ye godlings! rudimentary noses⁠—

To pass a bad half-hour before their glasses,

Straight to their dressing-rooms ran dames and lasses,

Who, still dissenting from her curst appraisal,

Grew more pugnacious, but not less pugnasal.

Ladies, be calm: there’s nothing to distress you⁠—

The Sacred Englishman will rise and bless you.

No noses⁠—none to speak of⁠—is alarming,

But that you can’t speak through them⁠—that is charming!