Soon, to a distant town remov’d, Miss DEBBY’s gold an husband bought; And all she had her PARROT taught, (Her PARROT now no more belov’d,) Was quite forgotten. But, alas! As Fate would have it come to pass, Her Spouse was giv’n to jealous rage, For, both in _Person_ and in _Age_, He was the partner of his love, Ordain’d her second Self to prove! One day, Old JENKINS had been out With merry friends to dine, And, freely talking, had, no doubt Been also free with wine. One said, of all the wanton gay In the whole parish search it round, None like the PARSON could be found, Where a frail Maid was in the way. Another thought the Parson sure To win the heart of maid or wife; And would have freely pledg’d his life That young, or old, or rich or poor None could defy The magic of his roving eye! JENKINS went home, but all the night He dream’d of this strange tale! Yet, bless’d his stars! with proud delight, His partner was not young, nor frail. Next morning, at the breakfast table. The PARROT, loud as he was able, Was heard repeatedly to cry, “_Who with the Parson toy’d? O fie!_” Old JENKINS listen’d, and grew pale, The PARROT then, more loudly scream’d, And MISTRESS JENKINS heard the tale And much alarm’d she seem’d! Trembling she tried to stop his breath, Her lips and cheek as pale as death! The more she trembled, still the more Old JENKINS view’d her o’er and o’er; And now her yellow cheek was spread With blushes of the deepest red. And now again the PARROT’s Tale Made his old Tutoress doubly pale; For cowardice and guilt, they say Are the twin brothers of the soul; So MISTRESS JENKINS, her dismay Could not controul! While the accuser, now grown bold, Thrice o’er, the tale of mischief told.