At one of those parties where Julia's sweet face
Added interest to beauty, and archness to grace,
Where many fine folks met; and one very great,
Proud and stupid, an embryo minister sate;
Like a damper he came to put good humour out,
And it chanced that, as Julia's pet-bird flew about.
It presumptuously‘ lit on this mighty man's head;
When her lore-laughing sister, sweet Eleanor, said,
“Naughty bird! I must cage you for being so rude,
On Lord ——— head, oh! how dare you intrude?”
“Let it rest,” replied Julia, with an exquisite grace,
“Do n't frighten it off — for it likes a soft place!”