POETRY. 971 



Nor age nor tempest yet could wound — 

 His root so deep, his heart so sound. 



Thus Parker, thro' his life's whole rac«j 

 In every station, every place, 

 Pursu'd the sure, unerring plan, 

 A learned judge, an upright man ; 

 jVe'er could the statesman's smile or f r0.w» 

 Warp him in favour of the crown ; 

 Or wish of popular applause 

 Pervert his judgment of the laws. 

 Unmov'd by either, fix'd he stood 

 On this firm base, his country's good: 

 And all he acted, thought, or spoke, 

 Prov'd his true heart, a heart of oak. 



ON A PARROT 

 Thrown down a - 

 (Original.) 



HERE lies interr'd 

 The remains of a bird. 

 Who was kill'd by all conq'ring Fate, 

 Whose master took care 

 To teach him to swear. 

 As his mistress had taught him to prate. 



If objection be made 



To the place where he's laid, 



Poor Betty is only in fault ; 



For Betty, to save 



The expence of a grave. 



Laid him safe in the family vault. 



To adorn his sad tomb, 



For ages to come, 



His mistress, still kinder and kinder, 



Declar'd, with a tear. 



That she ne'er would come near 



But she'd always leave something behind her. 



MORAL 



