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.
Now Jenkins from the table rose,