His hearers can't tell you on Sunday beforehand, If in that day's discourse they'll be Bibled or Koraned, For he's seized the idea (by his martyrdom fired), That all men (not orthodox) may be inspired; Yet though wisdom profane with his creed he may weave in, He makes it quite clear what he doesn't believe in, While some, who decry him, think all kingdom come Is a sort of a, kind of a, species of Hum, Of which, as it were, so to speak, not a crumb Would be left, if we didn't keep carefully mum, And, to make a clean breast, that 'tis perfectly plain That all kinds of wisdom are somewhat profane; Now P's creed than this may be lighter or darker, But in one thing 'tis clear he has faith, namely--Parker. And this is what makes him the crowd-drawing preacher. There's a background of God to each hard-working feature. PARKMAN (Francis, American author), 1823-1893. He died peacefully about noon on the 8th of November, 1893, and was buried in the Mount Auburn Cemetery. The last book he read was "Childe Harold," and his last words were to tell that he had just dreamed of killing a bear. Though suffering extremely, he yet maintained to his last hour an impressive degree of dignity, firmness, gentleness and serenity. _Farnham: "Life of Francis Parkman."_ PASCAL (Blaise, one of the most profound thinkers and accomplished writers of France), 1623-1662. "_May God never forsake me!_" PAYSON (Rev. Edward, American Congregational divine), 1783-1827. "_Faith and patience hold out._" These words were spoken with extreme difficulty and in great pain. Some report his last words thus: "_I feel like a mote in the sunbeam._" Dr. Payson directed that when he was dead a label should be attached to his breast on which should be written, "Remember the words I spake unto you while I was yet present with you," that all who came to view his dead body might receive from him one more sermon. The same words were at the request of his people engraven upon the plate of the coffin. PELLICO (Silvio, Italian poet, author of "Francesca da Rimini" and "My Prisons"), 1789-1854. "_O Paradise! O Paradise! At last comes to me the grand consolation. My prisons disappear; the great of earth pass away; all before me is rest._" PEMBO (the hermit), "_I thank God that not a day of my life has been spent in idleness. Never have I eaten bread that I have not earned with the sweat of my brow. I do not recall any bitter speech I have made for which I ought to repent now._" This suggests the prayer of the Pharisee, "God, I thank thee that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. I fast twice in the week; I give tithes of all that I possess."--_Luke xviii: 11, 12._ PENN (William, founder of Pennsylvania), 1644-1718. "_To be like Christ is to be a Christian._"